Bead Poems - Poems about Bead

Cento One: “Shadows of Deceit” In eldritch times, Ori's companions did weave a tangled web of guile, —their hearts beset with malice. With cunning guile, they did solicit the king, saying: "Grant Ori the precious coral bead, that he may keep it safe till the festival's appointed day." The king, in his simplicity, Did entrust the bead...

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We lie in our class, Not really intrigued or puzzled, By the mundane subjects that keep us muddled. Some may admire the beauty that surrounds us; Of the trees swaying in the winds, Of the cherry blossoms that drop, In the never-failing cold wind. The light which comes through our open doors, The light, not brighter than the people we have in store. We...

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This is my modern English translation of the poem "Stages" by the great German poet Hermann Hesse from his novel "The Glass Bead Game." "Stages" or "Steps" by Hermann Hesse from his novel The Glass Bead Game translation by Michael R. Burch As every flower wilts and every youth must wilt and exit life from a curtained stage, so every virtue—even our...

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Hey I'm not obsessed, that's not evil.. your mind is just full of evil that you can't see beauty in handmade.. Don't criticize, just look at your woman's waist without a waistband that's a waste of waist.. Buy her "Waist Bead", Let her glow while you stare with sensation... Let the vim of the waist bead vanquish...

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Enchants woods in valley of mist, ...

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RAIN Little drops of water in chain like beads Fall from the skies above to the lands As they fall on me then on others I’m in mind finding to create boarders To keep the rains’ blessing within my confines Then I’ll stand out to be the best and out of poverty lines For how should the rocks receive the rain? It has...

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White beads spoken.., often being forgotten., The only immortal, is my black bead.. Through the., dusty brook to hilly swamp., drops when speak., or thunder when clamp.. Talks of rain.., or the., water or stone., storm or cyclone., will never succeed.. The only immortal, is my bead.. When breeze blows.., or daffodils discourse., some sound comes., silent speaks of course.. In a tumult ocean., or a silent sea., when earth echos., or sky bent on its...

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Your departure kept me in lovelorn. Am I of tears born? Whenever I behold your face I find no place to trace. Should I trace the Indians. Indians are but ordinary comedians. Your smile drive me crazy. To let you go means I'm lazy. Anytime I view your fine figure I vowed"our love I must secure" You will always be my beautiful lily that often drive...

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like beads of sweat fall down my face while working in the heat our thoughts, it seems, are out of place when they are incomplete to shatter on the solid ground and never to return no wonder when no thoughts are found our lives bein to burn...

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