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The silent child never spoke
There she sits alone in her room.
And wipes away her tears.
Hiding beneath the covers so no one else hears.
She wraps them tight around her for noone else to see.
Praying if there is a God to make her safe again.
She hides deep into covers holding
Cuddling her little teddy bear as she cries her tears.
She waits for the assurance that all has gone to bed.
Hoping and praying maybe he'll leave her alone tommorow.
And not find an excuse to get her alone.
In the morning she shivers with her childlike fear.
As she starts to cry knowing what he has come here for
Although she doesn't know why.
He made his excuse to look after her.
He tells her she is special that she's his little girl.
As he pulls back the covers he rapes her on her bed.
Deeper she now goes into her silent world
He says that it's their secret the special game they play
She lay there in her silence with her clothes on the floor.
Trying to shut it out as the tears slowly fall.
She listens to him tell her that she will be to blame
If anyone discovers their special secret game.
So deep within she hides the pain.
He tells her this is their little secret;
she mustn't say a thing.
Then she cuddles up to teddy and cries her silent tears
Beneath her tear soaked covers so no one else can hear.
And as she lay in her silence
with her tear-filled eyes
Each time that he comes to her
a part of her dies ~
So she curls up in her bed
and hugs her teddy tight
And prays that he will never
come to her again at night.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Mask That Covers My Pain
I wear a mask,
A mask that covers my pain,
I wear a smile,
A smile to cover my frown,
Secretly I am sad,
No ones here to hold me,
No ones here to love me,
I have no one,
My mask covers the pain in my eyes,
My mask covers the pain in my face,
My mask covers the pain in my heart,
My mask covers the pain in me,
I am but alone,
I am but in pain,
I am the only one,
I put a mask on,
To cover my pain,
poem by Samantha Guinen
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If you've looked at all the glamour magazines lately, all the covers are actresses. If they are on those covers, they are going to try to emulate models. That's just the way it is.
quote by Portia de Rossi
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In those days I was new to covers; merely felt pleased that a story of mine had been honored. I later met Rogers who did some of my early covers and I was impressed with him.
quote by A.E. van Vogt
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Entangled in Her Hair
Her hair
covers my face
she
kisses my mouth
kisses my kisses.
She chuckles.
I stroke her hair.
She sways &
...moves.
Her hair
covers my chest.
She
titillates a nipple
...it tickles.
I run my fingers
through her hair.
She sashays &
...moves.
Her hair
covers my navel
& there...&
there...abouts!
I…almost beside myself
neither...here...nor... there...
Lost in the anywhere
of an everywhere.
I clutch
her hair.
She shimmies &
...moves.
Her hair
covers my crotch.
She
licks it
into shape.
She
goes to say
something
it’s on
the tip of
her tongue.
But, she says nothing
only: “Mmmmm...! ”
& smiles
...smiles.
I close
my eyes.
My hands
entangled in
her hair.
*******
TREAD SOFTLY
We rest on the bed
your head rests against my head
sharing the same dream.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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Freedom To Or Freedom From?
Power aims
at Freedom To;
finds itself
on a collision course
with all the other Freedoms To
that inhabit gods and men and beast;
storm and drought and pestilence;
sickness, old age and death.
Wisdom aims
for Freedom From
discovers that all the competing Freedom To's
struggle within the stadium of life
and win and lose and win and lose
and lose at last at the gates
of old age and death.
Discovers that he who enters not
the arena of the breath
suffers no loss and dies no death.
poem by Brian Taylor
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The Absent Element
covers of earth
consumed by dirt
consumed by greed
right since birth
thoughtless whispers
unknown smiles
this body shivers
as I walk these miles
covers of space
overshadowed by faith
constricting inside
this prolonged wait
demented schemes
a preoccupied mind
conspiring themes
a satire rewind
covers of air
ceaselessly dark everywhere
a haunting flare
nothing to share
drifting away
my visions unclear
hold me tight
or I'll lose it I swear
covers of water
dried up again
endless river
oceans of pain
flowing steadily
with nothing to gain
falling freely
this acidic rain
covers of fire
burns the memory
awakens the liar
a conspiracy theory
strangled and stuck
adds one more why
dwelling on that luck
waiting to die
portraits I carry
are from a time like this
my five elements of life
enlightening every bliss
When The Summer Sun Covers Us
When the summer sun covers us,
in the unstained cobalt blue,
with its rays shining in glory,
when the summer sun covers us,
let autumn then draw its first lines
when it feels as if summer is without end,
when the summer sun covers us
in the unstained cobalt blue.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Ambered Amnesia 1651
Selective memory pardons, still covers,
when one road taken diverges from another.
When fingertips are offered and arms swallowed,
today's landmarks melt into tomorrow's watershed tears,
what self-respect survives to follow elective memory
when detective defective motivations won't recover
integrity, play out parts heart, mind hollowed?
Hollow-wallow tunnel vision discovers
causal links are difficult to control,
subjective objects shift perspectives subtle
as choices chance discarded options scuttle.
Points' questions filed fall by the board's abrasive emery.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Ambered Amnesia 1651 Current Version
Selective memory pardons, covers,
when one road taken diverges from another.
When fingertips are offered and arms swallowed,
then only carbon dating shows through layers erosion hollowed.
Today's landmarks melt into tomorrow's watershed tears
as centuries stretch into aeons, identifies short-sold years.
Hollow-wallow tunnel vision discovers
it's difficult to cause/effect recover,
subjective objects shift perspectives subtle
as choices chance discarded options scuttle.
Points' questions filed fall by the board's abrasive emery.
What faith survives outside elective memory?
(16 November 2012)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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He who wonders discovers that this in itself is wonder.
quote by M.C. Escher
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The Bandits Of Beverly Hills
The knew the moment their eyes came together
Theyd never need to explain
He was a bandit behind his behavior
She was precisely the same
Laughing and dancing those gay cabralleros
They looked so wild and so free
She likes him a little light on the loafers
But bless his heart, so does he .
Chorus:
And he covers for her and she covers for him
If its wild and they want to they will
But the dangers are real and the chances are slim
And there aint nothing cheap but the thrill
In the badlands of beverly hills.
He had a mustache that made him look macho
And she wore a mole on her cheek
Making the run around rodeo avenue
Dancing boutique to boutique
And the truth is a question with too many answers
And so hard to face on your own
Beauty is only as deep as the skin
Ugly goes clear to the bone.
Chorus:
And he covers for her and she covers for him
If its wild and they want to they will
But the dangers are real and the chances are slim
And there aint nothing cheap but the thrill
In the badlands of beverly hills.
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Mother Nature
I want her so bad
Mother Nature has a hold on me
I want her so bad
Mother Nature won't you let me be untied?
'Cause it hurts my pride
To be tossed off like the morning covers
And crossed off, like her other lovers
Casually
I see her walking by my window- mhmmhmmhmmhmm!
It seems to me I know her well.
But like the flowers in the spring-time,
Growing toward the sunshine,
Her beauty falls upon me in a fragrant spring-time spell
And I want her so ba-aa-aad
Mother Nature has a HOLD on me
I want her so bad
Mother Nature won't you let me be untied?
'Cause it hurts my pride
To be tossed off like the morning covers
And crossed off, like her other lovers
Casually
Is she an icy winter woman? Mm-hhmm!
That chills my body when she's near
Sweet fever in the morning...
I don't know if I'll survive.
She walks by me as though she didn't
Know I was alive
And I want her so ba-aa-aad
Mother Nature has a hold on me
I want her so bad
Mother Nature won't you let me be untied?
'Cause it hurts my pride
To be tossed off like the morning covers
And crossed off, like her other lovers
Tossed off like the morning covers,
Crossed off, like her other lovers...
Tossed off like the morning covers,
Crossed off, like her other lovers...
song performed by by Don McLean
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Easily Giving
I am determined,
To feel and receive...
An awarded love.
Someone that discovers my value,
And treasures me as their prize.
No one can accuse me of not being devoted.
No one can accuse me of unfaithfulness.
And I've been in a few relationships.
Easily giving my loyalty.
And to be dismissed by this.
Wishing it was known,
The depth of feelings I have shown.
I am determined,
To feel and receive...
An awarded love.
Someone that discovers my value,
And treasures me as their prize.
And I don't think of time,
That seems to tick by me quick.
Or the wish that I have,
To experience the love I wish and know can exist.
No one can accuse me of not being devoted.
No one can accuse me of unfaithfulness.
I have shown this...
Over and over again.
But maybe in my youth...
My quickness to share,
Was not for others...
Completely there to be aware.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Man merely discovers' he never can and never will invent.
quote by Kahlil Gibran
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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One is always considered mad, when one discovers something that others cannot grasp.
I Could Write A Book
A b c d e f g
I never learned to spell,
At least not well.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7
I never learned to count,
A great amount.
But my busy mind is burning to use what learning Ive got,
I wont waste any time,
Ill strike while the iron is hot.
If they asked me, I could write a book
About the way you walk, and whisper, and look.
I could write a preface
On how we met
So the world would never forget.
And the simple secret of the plot
Is just to tell them that I love you a lot.
And the world discovers
As my book ends,
How to make two lovers
Of friends.
And the simple secret of the plot
Is just to tell them that I love you a lot.
And the world discovers
As my book ends,
How to make two lovers
Of friends.
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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