1. jakeatolla

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    I woke early one morning,
    The earth lay cool and still
    When suddenly a tiny bird
    Perched on my window sill,
    He sang a song so lovely
    So carefree and so gay,

    That slowly all my troubles
    Began to slip away.
    He sang of far off places
    Of laughter and of fun,
    It seemed his very trilling,
    Brought up the morning sun.

    I stirred beneath the covers
    Crept slowly out of bed,
    Then gently shut the window
    And crushed his little head.

    I'm not a morning person.
     
  2. Ethyl

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    I'm not a morning person either, but for fuck's sake--pour yourself a cup of java before doing anything else.:rolleyes: :biggrin1:
     
  3. dong20

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    I don't do mornings too well, I'm more a night owl so this one always appealed to me:

    "Is anybody there?" said the Traveler,
    Knocking on the moonlit door;
    And his horse in the silence chomped the grasses
    Of the forest's ferny floor.
    And a bird flew up out of the turret,
    Above the traveler's head:
    And he smote upon the door a second time;
    "Is there anybody there?" he said.
    But no one descended to the Traveler;
    No head from the leaf-fringed sill
    Leaned over and looked into his gray eyes,
    Where he stood perplexed and still.
    But only a host of phantom listeners
    That dwelt in the lone house then
    Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
    To that voice from the world of men:
    Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair
    That goes down to the empty hall,
    Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
    By the lonely Traveler's call.
    And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
    Their stillness answering his cry,
    While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
    'Neath the starred and leafy sky;
    For he suddenly smote the door, even
    Louder, and lifted his head:--
    "Tell them I came, and no one answered,
    That I kept my word," he said.
    Never the least stir made the listeners,
    Though every word he spake
    Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
    From the one man left awake:
    Aye, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
    And the sound of iron on stone,
    And how the silence surged softly backward,
    When the plunging hoofs were gone.
     
  4. Gisella

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    :borladuck: Poor little inocent bird...boys are sooo sanguinarios...:rolleyes:


    Well a dont care if its day or night but im thankful that im still alive and well and breathing...i can kill just ugly insects...

    Anyways, poems that inspires day or night me must be attached with water, passion and man and woman (she must have the center stage of the poem..of course! )And for sure must have an explicit certainty, like sure for sure! that both persons will bang bang at somepoint - during of after the poem...sure most of the time im thinking only about sensual and sexy things...terrible me - im sick.. :

    "Mi Morena"

    And so my love
    From my window I can see
    A beautiful vision
    And when the music plays
    Your body rises like a bird of grace

    Mi morena
    I saw you dancing in the rain
    Holy water
    Shining like a silver flame
    Come like a ghost
    I will watch you dance alone
    Mi morena
    You're the light within my soul

    And so my love
    The way you're moving in your dress
    To a nylon guitar
    On wings of silk and lace
    You lift upon the notes and slip away

    Mi morena
    I saw you dancing in the rain
    Holy water
    Shining like a silver flame
    Come like a ghost
    I will watch you dance alone
    Mi morena
    You're the light within my soul

    Take this cross of feathers and bone
    Take this heart I've carved in stone
    In your name

    Where the setting sun surrenders to the moon
    Mi querida
    I wait for you


    Mi morena
    Hold your hands out to the night
    Be my lover
    I will fall into your eyes
    Sweet fire of love
    Fo you I'd steal the stars
    `Cause I adore you
    O my morena...


    :cool:

    Translation: I'm Mi Morena !!!

    Oh yes...:flirt:
     
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