When I see you, O Poland... I see you stand strong... I see you firm.. A sign of righteous against all wrong....
When I feel you, O Poland... I feel your tender touch... I feel the protection... I feel the love so much...
When I hear you, O Poland... I hear the winds speak... I hear the breeze whishper... I hear the flowing river's songs... I hear them say O Poland... YOU ARE THE RIGHTEOUS OVER ALL WRONGS!
The Land of its people...the land of peace... The Land of Spring, Summer & Winters mild or peak... The Land of hope, and the land of love... The Land of trees, forests, fields and the settling dove...
When your leaves touch my forehead... I feel my mother's care... When your tree gives me shelter... I feel being in my father's sphere...
I tell you, O Poland... You will remain eternal... A land of the kind, a land which washes away despair... You are the land of the farmer...a hand which feeds.. You are mine O Poland... you are for them who have love in their speak!
The Might of Ages The right of Sages The Pride of the Devine Hand.... Its My Poland... its my Poland... its my Blessed Land...its my Poland!...
The Sword of Power The Power of Truth The Eyes of Kindness The Language of the Youth! The Words of Change... The tide of Love The Nation of Nations... Blessed from up above....
Its the land of beauty...the land of hope... Its my blessed land...blessed are every sand.... Its my Poland... its my Poland...its my Poland.......its, my ~Poland~....
By: Lodz_The_Boat (I have developed such a strong tune to it... if only i could add that)
A nation of torches A nation of rivers A vision of wisdom A flow of love's believers...
A nation of today... A nation of the farmer... A nation that welcomes... A nation whose greets are warmer...
A nation which is yourse... If you are for its love... A nation, O my Poland, exalted by up above!
By: Lodz_The_Boat (I hope you like it...didnt develop a tune yet).
Could the administrator write a poem. So wonderful it could be :) ...
All words have their own tune mate you just have to let the music sing to you. Don't believe it? Try saying the first lines of your poem like a Dalek. :)
A nation of torches A nation of rivers
Now say it again but in your own voice. See how when you say it normally it finds its own melody?
And if I may take your words and develop them. Indulge my presumptiveness mate it's just an exercise. :)
Beacons burning brightly Shimmer on cascading beauty Sparkle on wise eyes Those that love Poland.
Under the wide sky, a bed of roses Thats you, O Poland Over the bed of roses, a patch of clouds Thats you, O Poland...
Your face is ... my hearts desire, Your truth takes ... my dreams go higher ... Your tender smile, which I see scattered throughout... Through trees, through branches, through leaves and in the sprout... Lights dance through them, creating the rhythm every way... O Poland... That how you begin a wonderful day..
O Poland... thats how.... you begin.... all..........your day.
Yet poetry is the window on the soul Without such verse you cannot be whole So before your next cup of coffee is over Make sure you read some Keats dear Jova
I have just graduated from so called "filologia angielska", thus, solely for that reason, you can be more than sure I have read loads of Keats, Pope, Gray, Wordsworth et al. However, I've not been converted to a poetry lover... Seems I'm insolently stubborn.
We've all been there yep. 'You can stand by the cyder press with your patient looks all you want I still don't like it. <courage summoning pause> It's nonsense.' Folded arms bracing to reap the whirlwind.
'Mum and Dad have been Larkin around' he'd say coldly. My old Professor used to like to blame the parents for our lack of love for the classics.
It was pointless to argue of course. 'I'm not f**ked up' didn't sway him nor did 'It doesn't make any sense.' Piercing cobalt eyes pitied you as his distant voice oozed 'They don't mean to of course but they do. That and X Boxes of course. Extra just for you.'
hej pantoflarze juz ja wam pokaze pf to nie raj dla chlopow bez jaj tak wiem, nie masz jaj daj zyc ludziom, daj juz nie mecz i nie klnij na ziemi ukleknij i przepros w pokorze jak dziac to sie moze ze gnebisz tak ludzi probujesz sie ludzic ze masz tu przewage ze zwracasz uwage i ze masz gadane nie ludz sie kochany jak bedziesz sie rzucac, no to niestety dostaniesz wpierdol od swojej kobiety
