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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcARncyfCp7ImA9WhRRFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341829045940915205</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:20:47.994-08:00</updated><category term="Love Poems" /><category term="A Mother's Love by Fion Lim" /><category term="Bryan Adams" /><category term="I Feel All Of Them In You-JAMES T. ADAIR" /><category term="Barry Taylor" /><category term="Kathy L. Goings - Women Of Courage" /><category term="Songs for My Mother by Anna Hempstead Branch" /><category term="Love Songs" /><category term="Courage by Fion Lim" /><category term="Curtis Clark" /><category term="Maa" /><category term="Beautiful Woman by Fion Lim" /><category term="Without You" /><title>Poetries .........</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poetriesneartomyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://poetriesneartomyheart.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1341829045940915205/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Shweta kannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567463959923146962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaV66azxY2c/SYCmYt8gHzI/AAAAAAAAABA/eypqo70XCr8/S220/DSC_0654.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>305</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Poetries" /><feedburner:info uri="poetries" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEAQno9fCp7ImA9WxFXGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341829045940915205.post-3802127158586945398</id><published>2010-05-25T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T09:24:03.464-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-25T09:24:03.464-07:00</app:edited><title>A Mother's Memory</title><content type="html">A Mother's Memory &lt;br /&gt;
In my dreams I revisit,&lt;br /&gt;
All the bonds that we once knew.&lt;br /&gt;
I awake with empty feelings,&lt;br /&gt;
A void that's left from missing you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There is no end to what I'd give,&lt;br /&gt;
If I could hear you say&lt;br /&gt;
My name, and ask me as you would,&lt;br /&gt;
Just how was my day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Was I hungry, was I cold,&lt;br /&gt;
Was there needs that you could meet.&lt;br /&gt;
And if there was, through all your pain,&lt;br /&gt;
A smile replaced your grief.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To feel your touch or warm embrace,&lt;br /&gt;
"I love you," whispered in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;
No sweeter words, could there be spoken,&lt;br /&gt;
Than these words I hold dear.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I see you in the evening shadows,&lt;br /&gt;
Feel you gently in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;
Smell you in the flowers fragrance,&lt;br /&gt;
Your life for me will never end.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I hear your laughter, and singing softly,&lt;br /&gt;
Relive the memories from our past.&lt;br /&gt;
To me you were the dearest mother,&lt;br /&gt;
Your leaving's more than I can grasp.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yet no bitter feelings linger,&lt;br /&gt;
Only wishes which can't come true.&lt;br /&gt;
I play back all I remember,&lt;br /&gt;
From the Mother of my youth.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
by &lt;a href="http://www.poems-and-quotes.com/author.html?id=42778"&gt;William   mae&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1341829045940915205-3802127158586945398?l=poetriesneartomyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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to find a love to hold &lt;br /&gt;
dear to their hearts. I'd&lt;br /&gt;
like to think I've done the&lt;br /&gt;
same with waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;
I gave multiple minutes to unworthy&lt;br /&gt;
suitors, but none of that compares&lt;br /&gt;
to the months and months I want&lt;br /&gt;
to give to you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Some people live their lives&lt;br /&gt;
in solitude. Making due with&lt;br /&gt;
friends and family, but&lt;br /&gt;
never having someone next&lt;br /&gt;
to them when morn turns&lt;br /&gt;
to eve. I'm more than glad&lt;br /&gt;
that I have you from January&lt;br /&gt;
to December and all over again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Some people let others tear&lt;br /&gt;
them down instead of standing&lt;br /&gt;
strong. Some people but not me.&lt;br /&gt;
I'd walk barefoot through the Gobi&lt;br /&gt;
Desert just to hold your hand. Climb&lt;br /&gt;
Mt. Everest with a tank top and shorts&lt;br /&gt;
on just to see you smile. I'd live my&lt;br /&gt;
life alone for a hundred years if it&lt;br /&gt;
meant I could hold you for&lt;br /&gt;
one night. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Some people never know love or&lt;br /&gt;
kindness. Never get to stay up late &lt;br /&gt;
with a loved one. Never have anyone&lt;br /&gt;
to let their walls down to. Some people&lt;br /&gt;
never have anyone, but not me. I'm&lt;br /&gt;
that somebody that has you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*For Shawn :] I love you ]&lt;br /&gt;
by &lt;a href="http://www.poems-and-quotes.com/author.html?id=215959"&gt;Flower   Child&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1341829045940915205-8748295444887248074?l=poetriesneartomyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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By Jeff Weiner&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
time, winding through our lives,&lt;br /&gt;
stopping from moment to moment&lt;br /&gt;
to let us see its hands,&lt;br /&gt;
do you embrace them or fear them,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hearts beating will find each other&lt;br /&gt;
At the most unexpected times,&lt;br /&gt;
Not knowing when love will come&lt;br /&gt;
But surely knowing when we are in it,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fear of our past will stop us&lt;br /&gt;
From taking a leap of faith,&lt;br /&gt;
If we dont jump in with both feet&lt;br /&gt;
We will always regret the doubt,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jump blindly where the heart leads&lt;br /&gt;
Having faith the landing is soft,&lt;br /&gt;
The most beautiful love is found&lt;br /&gt;
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हर वक्त बदलता है&lt;br /&gt;
आईने के सामने&lt;br /&gt;
बनाते बिगाड़ते चेहरे&lt;br /&gt;
कल के चेहरे में&lt;br /&gt;
आज का रंग भर देते हैं&lt;br /&gt;
कल की पहचान बना देते है&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
आईना झूठ नहीं कहता&lt;br /&gt;
चेहरे का सच हम जानते है&lt;br /&gt;
फिर भी कल को छोड़&lt;br /&gt;
कल को देखते है&lt;br /&gt;
आज की तस्वीर बनाते है&lt;br /&gt;
कल को बदलने की चाह में&lt;br /&gt;
आइने में आज संवारते है&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
आईने की सच्चाई&lt;br /&gt;
मन में फ़िर भी रहती है&lt;br /&gt;
झूठ को कचोटती है&lt;br /&gt;
लेकिन सच को छुपाती है&lt;br /&gt;
फिर आँखे मूँद सपने सजते है&lt;br /&gt;
प्रशन भी आज उठते है&lt;br /&gt;
हकीकत किस से छिपा रहे हैं?&lt;br /&gt;
-प्रतिबिम्ब बड़थ्वाल &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
From - (&lt;a href="http://merachintan.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_19.html "&gt;http://merachintan.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_19.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1341829045940915205-621806187778309858?l=poetriesneartomyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
खर्च करने से पहले कमाया करो&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ज़िन्दगी क्या है खुद ही समझ जाओगे&lt;br /&gt;
...&lt;br /&gt;
बारिशों में पतंगें उड़ाया करो&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
दोस्तों से मुलाक़ात के नाम पर&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
नीम की पत्तियों को चबाया करो&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
शाम के बाद जब तुम सहर देख लो&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
कुछ फ़क़ीरों को खाना खिलाया करो&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
चाँद सूरज कहाँ, अपनी मंज़िल कहाँ&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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थोड़ी थोड़ी सी सब में ,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
दिन भर इक रस्सी के ऊपर&lt;br /&gt;
चलती नटनी जैसी माँ.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
बेसन की सोंधी रोटी पर&lt;br /&gt;
खट्टी चटनी जैसी माँ ,&lt;br /&gt;
याद आती है चौका-बासन&lt;br /&gt;
चिमटा फुकनी जैसी माँ &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
   &lt;br /&gt;
There are women&lt;br /&gt;
so soft they can slide like silk&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
across your skin&lt;br /&gt;
Whose mouths are like rose petals&lt;br /&gt;
Whose tongues are like brandy&lt;br /&gt;
There are women&lt;br /&gt;
So gentle&lt;br /&gt;
Their whispers make you melt&lt;br /&gt;
Or who make you close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;
as a chill runs down your spine&lt;br /&gt;
and you wonder what was felt&lt;br /&gt;
There are women&lt;br /&gt;
So tender they warm your heart&lt;br /&gt;
with a word&lt;br /&gt;
never once feeling bored&lt;br /&gt;
There are women&lt;br /&gt;
Some so slender&lt;br /&gt;
Your arms slip right down their waist&lt;br /&gt;
And make you want to have a taste&lt;br /&gt;
There are women&lt;br /&gt;
So loving they stay on your mind&lt;br /&gt;
night and day&lt;br /&gt;
and it never goes away&lt;br /&gt;
There are women&lt;br /&gt;
So bright, they shine day and night&lt;br /&gt;
like a beacon, pure and white&lt;br /&gt;
There are women&lt;br /&gt;
so playful&lt;br /&gt;
all you want to do is laugh and play&lt;br /&gt;
even more on a rainy day&lt;br /&gt;
There are women&lt;br /&gt;
so friendly you can't help but stay&lt;br /&gt;
And miss them when they're away&lt;br /&gt;
There are women&lt;br /&gt;
so sporty you can take them on a run&lt;br /&gt;
and participate in any fun&lt;br /&gt;
There are women&lt;br /&gt;
So affectionate you cannot resist their charms&lt;br /&gt;
And find yourself ever in their arms&lt;br /&gt;
There are women&lt;br /&gt;
so deep your heart feels their touch&lt;br /&gt;
and wonders about them much&lt;br /&gt;
But it's funny the feeling that is shining through&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
            My mother's hands are cool and fair,&lt;br /&gt;
            They can do anything.&lt;br /&gt;
            Delicate mercies hide them there&lt;br /&gt;
            Like flowers in the spring.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
            When I was small and could not sleep,&lt;br /&gt;
            She used to come to me,&lt;br /&gt;
            And with my cheek upon her hand&lt;br /&gt;
            How sure my rest would be.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
            For everything she ever touched&lt;br /&gt;
            Of beautiful or fine,&lt;br /&gt;
            Their memories living in her hands&lt;br /&gt;
            Would warm that sleep of mine.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
            Her hands remember how they played&lt;br /&gt;
            One time in meadow streams, --&lt;br /&gt;
            And all the flickering song and shade&lt;br /&gt;
            Of water took my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
            Swift through her haunted fingers pass&lt;br /&gt;
            Memories of garden things; --&lt;br /&gt;
            I dipped my face in flowers and grass&lt;br /&gt;
            And sounds of hidden wings.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
            One time she touched the cloud that kissed&lt;br /&gt;
            Brown pastures bleak and far; --&lt;br /&gt;
            I leaned my cheek into a mist&lt;br /&gt;
            And thought I was a star.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
            All this was very long ago&lt;br /&gt;
            And I am grown; but yet&lt;br /&gt;
            The hand that lured my slumber so&lt;br /&gt;
            I never can forget.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
            For still when drowsiness comes on&lt;br /&gt;
            It seems so soft and cool,&lt;br /&gt;
            Shaped happily beneath my cheek,&lt;br /&gt;
            Hollow and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
            II.    Her Words&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
            My mother has the prettiest tricks&lt;br /&gt;
            Of words and words and words.&lt;br /&gt;
            Her talk comes out as smooth and sleek&lt;br /&gt;
            As breasts of singing birds.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
            She shapes her speech all silver fine&lt;br /&gt;
            Because she loves it so.&lt;br /&gt;
            And her own eyes begin to shine&lt;br /&gt;
            To hear her stories grow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
            And if she goes to make a call&lt;br /&gt;
            Or out to take a walk&lt;br /&gt;
            We leave our work when she returns&lt;br /&gt;
            And run to hear her talk.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
            We had not dreamed these things were so&lt;br /&gt;
            Of sorrow and of mirth.&lt;br /&gt;
            Her speech is as a thousand eyes&lt;br /&gt;
            Through which we see the earth.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
            God wove a web of loveliness,&lt;br /&gt;
            Of clouds and stars and birds,&lt;br /&gt;
            But made not any thing at all&lt;br /&gt;
            So beautiful as words.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
            They shine around our simple earth&lt;br /&gt;
            With golden shadowings,&lt;br /&gt;
            And every common thing they touch&lt;br /&gt;
            Is exquisite with wings.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
            There's nothing poor and nothing small&lt;br /&gt;
            But is made fair with them.&lt;br /&gt;
            They are the hands of living faith&lt;br /&gt;
            That touch the garment's hem.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
            They are as fair as bloom or air,&lt;br /&gt;
            They shine like any star,&lt;br /&gt;
            And I am rich who learned from her&lt;br /&gt;
            How beautiful they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1341829045940915205-7685529382629419853?l=poetriesneartomyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It is something that lies within you,&lt;br /&gt;
Where you can draw upon its strength and power,&lt;br /&gt;
In times of crisis, fears and decisions.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Courage is not something mysterious or unattainable,&lt;br /&gt;
It is something that you can exercise in your daily life choices,&lt;br /&gt;
You can let it bring to you untraveled paths,&lt;br /&gt;
And make you more conscious and aware of your life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Courage does not have to roar to be heard,&lt;br /&gt;
It does not mean being totally fearless and being invincible,&lt;br /&gt;
It could mean taking actions, taking risks, taking a stand,&lt;br /&gt;
Standing up for yourself, standing by your choices,&lt;br /&gt;
And sticking to your dreams when others jeered.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Courage could be the will to live in spite of the struggles,&lt;br /&gt;
In spite of your fears and phobias, in spite of what others said,&lt;br /&gt;
In spite of criticisms and disapproval, in spite of mistakes and failures,&lt;br /&gt;
In spite of everything that stands between you and your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Courage could mean trying over and over again when you failed,&lt;br /&gt;
Admitting that you are sorry when you are in the wrong,&lt;br /&gt;
Saying I love you when your love is angry,&lt;br /&gt;
Having a baby when the idea of being a parent scared you,&lt;br /&gt;
Listening to your heart when others called you a fool,&lt;br /&gt;
Following your dreams even when others discouraged you,&lt;br /&gt;
And staying true to yourself when others want you in another way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hold steadfast to your dreams, your heart and yourself,&lt;br /&gt;
And courage will not abandon you,&lt;br /&gt;
But follows you whenever you choose to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1341829045940915205-1509812321071765813?l=poetriesneartomyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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come out and play,&lt;br /&gt;
reveal your inner treasures.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The sparkle in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;
the natural swing in your walk,&lt;br /&gt;
you radiate excitement and enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You need no latest fashion,&lt;br /&gt;
No expensive hair cuts,&lt;br /&gt;
No blinding big accessories.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You glow in your passions,&lt;br /&gt;
passionate in your pursuits,&lt;br /&gt;
you know what you are made of.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You are not easily bothered,&lt;br /&gt;
by the mindless opinions of others,&lt;br /&gt;
you know very well where you want to go.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
you are a joy to watch,&lt;br /&gt;
an inspiration to others,&lt;br /&gt;
your pure soul an endless marvel.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Beautiful woman,&lt;br /&gt;
let your brilliance shine through,&lt;br /&gt;
your eyes speak of true inner beauty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1341829045940915205-5371049868928180198?l=poetriesneartomyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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How far does a mother's love go?&lt;br /&gt;
Is there a limit to her love?&lt;br /&gt;
Is there always enough of her love?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A mother will for the love of her children,&lt;br /&gt;
Do the things ordinary beings will not do,&lt;br /&gt;
Things that are seen as a bother,&lt;br /&gt;
She has them done without much fuss.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Always making sure there is ample food for all,&lt;br /&gt;
Hiding her countless worries for her children,&lt;br /&gt;
Swallowing anger when her pride is bruised,&lt;br /&gt;
Forgiving the very child who hurt her feelings.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Taking under her loving and gentle wings,&lt;br /&gt;
The little children of her own children,&lt;br /&gt;
Pouring her unmatched devotion and affection,&lt;br /&gt;
Spelling out the great depth of her endless love.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now tell me can you measure a mother's love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1341829045940915205-6980218251826705195?l=poetriesneartomyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Time to see your troubles coming to an ending.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Life is never hopeless however great your sorrow-&lt;br /&gt;
If you're looking forward to a new tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If there is time for wishing then there is time for hoping-&lt;br /&gt;
When through doubt and darkness you are blindly groping.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though the heart be heavy and hurt you may be feeling-&lt;br /&gt;
If there is time for praying there is time for healing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So if through your window there is a new day breaking-&lt;br /&gt;
Thank God for the promise, though mind and soul be aching,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If with harvest over there is grain enough for gleaning-&lt;br /&gt;
There is a new tomorrow and life still has meaning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1341829045940915205-2554477023707994291?l=poetriesneartomyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Women of faith and devotion.&lt;br /&gt;
Mothers of children with spirits so strong&lt;br /&gt;
Who may have unbridled imaginations. REFRAIN: They are women, women of courage&lt;br /&gt;
They are Christians, towers of strength.&lt;br /&gt;
They are women who put Jesus first in life&lt;br /&gt;
Show’ ring His love on all those they greet. Women with losses, women who love,&lt;br /&gt;
Whose strength and whose courage comes from above,&lt;br /&gt;
Whether they're mothers; or loving Aunties,&lt;br /&gt;
It's plain to see Jesus’ love shines through them. REFRAIN: They are women, women of courage&lt;br /&gt;
They are Christians, towers of strength.&lt;br /&gt;
They are women who put Jesus first in life&lt;br /&gt;
Show’ring His love on all those they greet. Women I work with, women I know,&lt;br /&gt;
Whether at church, or other places I go.&lt;br /&gt;
Women whose spirits are battered by pain,&lt;br /&gt;
But Christ lifts them up, and they go on again. REFRAIN: They are women, women of courage&lt;br /&gt;
They are Christians, towers of strength.&lt;br /&gt;
They are women who put Jesus first in life&lt;br /&gt;
Show’ring His love on all those they greet.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Kathy L. Goings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1341829045940915205-1873021580550052245?l=poetriesneartomyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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To Love You&lt;br /&gt;
I Only Need To Know You're There&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I Don't Need To Feel You&lt;br /&gt;
To Have You Touch My Heart&lt;br /&gt;
I Only Need To Know You Care&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I Don't Need To Look Into Your Eyes&lt;br /&gt;
To Believe That This Is Real&lt;br /&gt;
I Only Need To Understand&lt;br /&gt;
What You Think And Feel&lt;br /&gt;
Love, It Is A Feeling&lt;br /&gt;
That Can't Be Seen&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And Though,&lt;br /&gt;
I Would Love To Have You Here To Hold&lt;br /&gt;
Just By Having You In My Life&lt;br /&gt;
I Have Everything&lt;br /&gt;
I Love You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1341829045940915205-1576852393454176152?l=poetriesneartomyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I find myself investing more and more&lt;br /&gt;
Into this relationship;&lt;br /&gt;
Faith, hope, trust,&lt;br /&gt;
and even my dreams....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If there were a reason to keep living,&lt;br /&gt;
I've found ten thousand in you....&lt;br /&gt;
This is what you've done to me,&lt;br /&gt;
And continue to do....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Because of this and more,&lt;br /&gt;
You're Someone Special In My Life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1341829045940915205-8723478507541300220?l=poetriesneartomyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Entertainment Only @ Mumbai Hangout"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Visit Us
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Wallpapers, Videos, Jokes &amp;amp; mOre Only @ MumbiHangout " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When I came to you&lt;br /&gt;
I had nothing.&lt;br /&gt;
Then you offered &lt;br /&gt;
me your heart&lt;br /&gt;
and I had everything.&lt;br /&gt;
I could feel your soul&lt;br /&gt;
within mine.&lt;br /&gt;
My life had meaning.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img alt="Visit Us @ www.MumbaiHangOut.Org" border="0" src="http://i32.tinypic.com/15p4veq.gif" title=" Fun, Entertainment, Wallpapers, Videos, Jokes &amp;amp; mOre Only @ 
MumbiHangout " /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://foglu.com/rnd.php" rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title=" nOn-$toP 
Entertainment Only @ Mumbai Hangout"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You became my reason&lt;br /&gt;
for being.&lt;br /&gt;
You were my dawn in&lt;br /&gt;
the morning.&lt;br /&gt;
You were my single star&lt;br /&gt;
on a clear night.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img alt="Visit Us
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Wallpapers, Videos, Jokes &amp;amp; mOre Only @ MumbiHangout " /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You were the scent&lt;br /&gt;
of roses in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;
You made my life&lt;br /&gt;
as fresh as the air after&lt;br /&gt;
a spring rain.&lt;br /&gt;
You made me alive.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://foglu.com/rnd.php" rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title=" nOn-$toP 
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&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img alt="Visit Us @ www.MumbaiHangOut.Org" border="0" src="http://i32.tinypic.com/15p4veq.gif" title=" Fun, Entertainment, Wallpapers, Videos, Jokes &amp;amp; mOre Only @ 
MumbiHangout " /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Without you I feel empty.&lt;br /&gt;
My morning is without&lt;br /&gt;
its dawn.&lt;br /&gt;
My night without&lt;br /&gt;
its star.&lt;br /&gt;
My soul has no &lt;br /&gt;
companion without&lt;br /&gt;
your love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://foglu.com/rnd.php" rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title=" nOn-$toP 
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Together we are&lt;br /&gt;
everything.&lt;br /&gt;
Apart we are nothing.&lt;br /&gt;
Together we have meaning.&lt;br /&gt;
Together we are..ONE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://foglu.com/rnd.php" rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title=" nOn-$toP 
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Clean and light and free;&lt;br /&gt;
Just like the hours of happiness&lt;br /&gt;
Your friendship brings        to me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're like a room of sweet wind  chimes&lt;br /&gt;
Enlightened by a breeze,&lt;br /&gt;
Or like an open, grassy field&lt;br /&gt;
Dotted with old trees.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm grateful for the things you do,&lt;br /&gt;
But more for what you are:&lt;br /&gt;
A breath of clear, bright open sea,&lt;br /&gt;
Of life beyond the bar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;By Turlough O'Carolan.&amp;nbsp; Sequenced by Barry Taylor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1341829045940915205-5907987637837448225?l=poetriesneartomyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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That shines upon a world few ever see,&lt;br /&gt;
A world I'm shy to show to everyone,&lt;br /&gt;
That hides its urgent truth from even me.&lt;br /&gt;
Without your light it is a world of darkness;&lt;br /&gt;
Its heaven and its hell lie fast asleep.&lt;br /&gt;
With you as sole and sympathetic witness,&lt;br /&gt;
The words come forth from out my vasty deep.&lt;br /&gt;
And so I cannot be myself without you;&lt;br /&gt;
No one is whole without some loving friend.&lt;br /&gt;
There is a quiet joy in me about you&lt;br /&gt;
That lets me say what I need not defend.&lt;br /&gt;
Long may we serve each other to give light&lt;br /&gt;
To all the loveliness that haunts the        night.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;Sequenced by Curtis Clark, at The Internet Renaissance Band&amp;nbsp; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1341829045940915205-5789957458579338631?l=poetriesneartomyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img alt="Dream Pan" border="0" height="87" hspace="10" src="http://www.4to40.com/images/poems/dreams/dreams01.gif" width="116" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;div class="justification"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish I could be a cook,&lt;br /&gt;
Turning the pages of my recipe book&lt;br /&gt;
Thinking and making food,&lt;br /&gt;
And eating half of it according to my mood.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;div class="justification"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish I could be a builder,&lt;br /&gt;
Building houses and flats for others&lt;br /&gt;
And as far as I am concerned,&lt;br /&gt;
I shall build a magnificent palace.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;img alt="Builders Dream" height="63" hspace="10" src="http://www.4to40.com/images/poems/dreams/dreams02.gif" width="117" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;img align="right" alt="Monkey toy into dreams" border="0" height="83" hspace="10" src="http://www.4to40.com/images/poems/dreams/dreams03.gif" width="124" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;div class="justification"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish I could be a toy maker,&lt;br /&gt;
Making different toys for others,&lt;br /&gt;
And as far as I am concerned,&lt;br /&gt;
I shall make a rabbit for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;div class="justification"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish I could be a textile designer, &lt;br /&gt;
For shirts and trousers, I would be the maker,&lt;br /&gt;
I'd design fabulous clothes for others&lt;br /&gt;
Which could also be worn by me and my mother&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But alas, these are all but dreams.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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You have no fancy title like Baroness or Dame.&lt;br /&gt;
Mom you really are a star, my mother mentor and friend.&lt;br /&gt;
A Nobel Prize for motherhood is what I'd recommend.&lt;br /&gt;
And if I won the lottery I'd share my win with you&lt;br /&gt;
I'd take you Mom on a spending spree each day the whole year through!&lt;br /&gt;
You may not be famous, as your face is known to few.&lt;br /&gt;
But Mom I think you are wonderful and I'm so proud of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1341829045940915205-3549394152429581473?l=poetriesneartomyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Your presence, like a sweet, summer breeze.
Your hair is glimmering and golden like sun rays.
Oh how you manage to brighten up my days. 
Your nose is beautiful; big and round,
Oh what a wonderful person I have found!
Your lips are smooth and are well formed,
The whole of your body is perfectly adorned. 
Your laughter is like ripples of energy,
That caresses and moves right through me.
Your voice carries the blessing gift of music,
Soft and inviting with a warmth in it. 
The smile that i see on Your face everyday,
Fills me with joy and makes me proud and gay.

You have brought a peace upon my soul
And have planted a flame in my heart.
You are the masterpiece of the universe,
And... I Love You.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;Flame In My Heart by Lauren D.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1341829045940915205-5531962191826282870?l=poetriesneartomyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I've had these feelings deep inside,
mainly when you hold me,
and look into my eyes,
you make me feel so young again,
and give me feelings I'd forgot,
you make me feel so happy,
with cupids arrow I've been shot.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1341829045940915205-5288592496072437944?l=poetriesneartomyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Flower strew pathways all our lives threw.  &lt;br /&gt;
God hath not promised sun without rain,  &lt;br /&gt;
Joy without sorrow,  &lt;br /&gt;
Nor peace without pain.  &lt;br /&gt;
But God hath promised strength for labor,   &lt;br /&gt;
Light for the way,  &lt;br /&gt;
Grace for the trials,   &lt;br /&gt;
Help from above,  &lt;br /&gt;
Unfailing sympathy and,  &lt;br /&gt;
Undying love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1341829045940915205-7954073572498616430?l=poetriesneartomyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;By Andy Hughes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  You are the stars in my night time, &lt;br /&gt;
You are the blue sky in my day, &lt;br /&gt;
You are the water in my ocean, &lt;br /&gt;
You are the light showing me the way, &lt;br /&gt;
You are the sunshine in my eyes, &lt;br /&gt;
You are the wind blowing through my hair, &lt;br /&gt;
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