Retrieve Poems - Poems about Retrieve

They tried to lure the leprechaun away from the gold over and over. He had a secret weapon, it was his Uncle St Patrick Dew Clover. Dew Over stood guard when the leprechaun got forty-three winks. When he awoke, he was stiff, and his neck was full of bad kinks. Did you have a good sleep? Dew Over asked...

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Guard your heart. Don't give love away or the pain will smart and your heart will fray.. Don't serve your heart on an open tray or some may come and cart pieces away.. Keep open your heart to give and receive but be smart and weed those there to deceive.. If you always wear your heart on your sleeve, you may...

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When you look at the heart You need to look at the past parts More than that are the eyes Those windows man is evil (just look into his eyes) And he has bad thoughts This is how he was brought up For you see there are three Fathers the Holy One, the fleshly one and...

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The art of conversation and Titian Hail to the thieves that retrieve lost trees. Hey! Where do you disappear? Hail to the piercing taste of a pear. Hey! Why do you gaze at me so? I don't need reality unless it's mine. Talk to me. Talk to me. Take your time and sigh. See the world redesigned. Then let...

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Know what you are looking for For you Love Lord...

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There's a little voice in all... ...gently placed when we were born... ...Call it what you will, it's there... It comes to us - meets caution... fly's low altitude with reason... ...When it taps always be aware... ...The questions that you ask... ...the answers all inside... ...For it's when we ask the question... ...there into lies the answer... ...We wouldn't ask the question otherwise... ...When we...

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He did not depart or reached anywhere, and did not realize himself. When words could not find the meaning, where the man will go? He thought he did not believe in ‘why’, the limits of purpose, dictating the sentence. Stones were still floating on the sea and he was standing on a shipwreck. Thinking and unthinking do not solve the mystery of human turnings, the malignancy of...

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