left the UN hall, all
seventy seven teams, coz,
Netanyahu's word
Falsete and Fach
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octaves play a crucial
structural and
stylistic role
lowest notes fall below
the 20 Hz threshold
of human hearing and
can only be
measured with instruments
12 semitones
Sound frequencies range
from about 20 Hz to
20,000 Hz, which covers
roughly 10 distinct
octaves of audible sound
There are 7 full octaves
plus 3 extra low keys
, totaling 88 keys that
span about 7.25 octaves
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Mastretta De Sa' Sopranista
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-E per quanto riguarda le possibilità
passando a un approccio
basato sui problemi?
traditions start somewhere
doing things for a reason is
often the right thing
to do
looking toward
our goales
budgeting our endeavor
profiting
and profit sharing
to create healthy
long lasting
relationships
that are meaningful
and complimentary
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You'll need a vanity mirror..Is my current opine.' Mind you that might change.? As it
Goes.' I'm sure it will..Hold yet you will not
Forestall either it, nor desire, for all lies beyond our human will ' as eons present
And expand..Yet will perhaps; also expire.?
One men also cries
Because some of his friends
Had broken his heart again
And he is not feeling too happy
About that
And he is also crying because
He is feeling hurt
Also this men have the right
To co
confront them
Also he has been
Crying all night
Also they don't treat him
With the respect he needs
Also he doesn't know
What to do about his friends
Eventually the best thing
He could do is end
The friendship with his friends
Right away
And tell them to go and
Live their own life
And he is also going to
Live his life alone
Yes he is going to feel
Lonely for a while
Also he is not going
To rush in making friends
I have a second home,
A treehouse of our own.
My friends and I would laugh and play,
Even if they came just for a day.
It felt as bright as finding gold,
A little world we got to hold.
But slowly then, our energy died,
All the lights just flickered, sighed.
We couldn't fix what had gone wrong,
The fun had didn't last that long.
But that's okay, we still had fun,
Sitting together, sharing a bun.
Note :
Hey! I appreciate everyone who reads poem that I wrote 9 years ago when I was 10 years old. I wasn't fluent in English back then (as you can see from my grammar and wordings made no sense ????) and I don't even remember why I posted that poem. I accidently stumbled upon it and decided to make a "remastered" version just for fun. I hope that you can enjoy my poems that literally doesn't make any sense (because I decided to stick with the content and only fix my grammar) and have a nice day!
Phoenix-like I found the morning sky
and ascended into my natural self
which was busy attending to silence
and energies unaccountable, always
waiting to meet the new expectations
of life and earth and stream of time
bringing along new visions
of what might be, has been,
is and ever unfolds itself
to the expectant, waiting
heart and mind.
Christopher M. Swan 2009
When love is found, bow to its kingdom...poet
There is a glow in the heart when eyes first meet
From a quiet understanding that the world has changed
To bring a wondrous glimmer of thunder to the soul
That will drench the heart in an all-consuming tempest
And grow enchantment at the expense of solitude
Creating an unknown ardor of sweet abundance
That will fill an Eden scented with beauty
Offered with a sacred, treasured raptured kiss
Where eternal and divine become whispered words
That comforts the soul when affection is exchanged
Surrounded by the dim light of melting candles
In an ancient realm inhabited by sharing hearts
Though I was often hurt without closure,
Over the years I learnt to keep composure.
I may forgive, but I shall never ever forget.
I now choose to live life without any regret.
I have now found my own inner peace.
I've found ways to make stress decrease.
I walk briskly, but with a clear mind, freely.
I think and talk more calmly and positively.
I realize I have everything I currently need,
I found a love so true, I know we'll succeed.
He made me slowly remember the real me,
Because he is a reminder of what I could be.
I am a woman of my own kind of composure.
My inner child was always one more mature
For being wise enough to see thru another.
My intuition always makes me a true winner.
He always tends to say he doesn't care,
But I let him ramble his woes into the air.
Since we met, he tries keeping composure,
Til he let his emotions have more exposure.
I loved his cool, rational side so instantly,
Though he'd at times respond frustratingly.
He is quite the modest, honest character,
But he is like me: an eccentric, but cleverer.
I finally found out more of his true nature:
He is so loving, profound, wise, and mature,
But ready to cross lines which are blurred.
I admire how he talks when he feels stirred.
In love with this man also of contradiction:
He is a mirror of my own dual disposition.
Him opening up makes me lose my tension,
His everything is worthy of all my devotion.
In sleep,
minnows are whales,
the soul is a cat
watching the mind scuttle
hither and thither,
running from its own
fearful shadows.
You wake and sleep
wake and fall again
into that swirling miasma
of dream remnants.
It has been said that sleep
is the language of the soul,
if so,
it is an Ur speech,
and its prehistoric utterances
surface
from a history book
yet to be written.
Men also cry
To all my beautiful women world wide
Am relating with you all now
Please listen to this call of mine
Do you know men also cry
Yes we also bleed
Why because men carry love at heart
Yes we are always protective
This is part of our nature
So I plead to you beautiful women world wide
Please respect a struggling man
Support a brother to grow with you
We need you women in our life
We love to protect and care for our women
We have great respect for our mothers
We can’t push ahead with out the support of you women
So hear me out my beautiful sisters and women world wide
Love respect men
In this way life will be better for the future of the next generation
Stop the violence on men my dear women of virtue
I tell you all no lie
Men also cry
To all the good women world wide
Supporting their men God bless you
I love you all
To all the women egotistic and disrespectful to men for nothing or for their selfish reasons
Once more i tell you no lie again
Men also cry
Our words hushed within the requiem of dusk
Within sorrowful nights come wistful days
And o'er the saints and their haunting gaze
A shade, one more
A day foretold
My heart at peace, at tender brow
What's dark and bright
Comes day and night
The morning dew mellows
At the barron's implore.
Stars,
what can you say about them
- not a lot.
The slightest bit of cloud cover
and they’re gone.
Butterflies…
folks got a lot of things to say
about butterflies
- not me though
(bug splat on a rainbow),
the whole darn world is fluttering-by,
and butter has yet learned to fly.
Romance and moonshine
are like the stars,
they’re not reliable in daylight,
unless we are discussing
high octane spirit in a jar
or our deep and abiding
love for classic cars.
If you tie
stars,
romance,
moonshine
and butterflies all together
into a fairytale posy
apparently,
you are what some may refer to as a ‘poet’,
and what can you say about that?
Nothing.
The truth may be a cracked mirror, changing at every angle,
pleasure diminishes with time, yet the sun also rises.
Time spent in self-pity is meaningless, a flight of numbness
disdainful of clinging to the hope the sun also rises.
There may be ripples on the dark surface of waters in storms
but savoring these moments purifies when the sun rises
Ideals become dented and rusty like suits of armor
summer light softens the edges of things as the sun rises.
I will not tremble in panic watching my shadow detour
elsewhere out of my mind, but wait till the sun also rises.
@jjote 090624
Taking Tea Also Caring Coffee.
Lemon tea, Milk tea, Green tea , type scented :
Anytime tea time is already granted !
Tea is the best drink , so far got invented.
Darjeeling tea ! Fist choice to quench my thirst.
Sipping lemon tea following breakfast.
Me refreshed ready for the day to start.
After eating my favourite berger
I relish Green tea , no milk or sugar
to taste I feel restless , always eager.
At eve, compulsive urge to feel within
to choose cafe that blends the coffee bean.
Hot cappuccino with sweet heart of mine.
Mostly I get busy in taking tea
Sometimes I feel crazy for cold coffee .
On daily basis both satisfy me.
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