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Hollywood cools, and when it cools you have to go to where the work is. I ran off to Italy to do spaghetti westerns.
quote by Tab Hunter
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Some hae a hantle o' fauts ye'er a ne'er-do-well.
It's weel that oor fauts is no written in oor face.
When Love Is Like Fire On Ice
When love Is like the fire on Ice, she needs;
She cools fire and ice is to burn again.
The hard frozen heart cools never a thought,
of one single flake that settles on the fire to melt.
Stiffer my resolve does grow to claims within,
when as sweat that never breaks, entreatingly.
As night ends the fire the heart consumes again
the tempest driven back and forth inside cool winds.
poem by Is It Poetry
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Mersey Paradise
River splashes against the rocks
And I scale the slope
I hope the tracks wont
Lead me down to dark black pits or
Places where we fall to bits
If she were there Id hold her down
Ill push her under while she drowns
And couldnt breathe and claw for air
She doesnt care for my despair
Or is it me?
The one thats wrong?
You see it in the sea
River cools where I belong
In my mersey paradise
As I stare an oil can comes
Sailing by and I feel like
Growing fins and falling in
With the bricks the bikes the rusty tin
I swim along without a care
Im eating sand when I need air
You can bet your life Ill meet a pike wholl
Wolf me down for tea tonight
I want to be (I want to be)
Where the drownings are (drownings are)
You see it in the sea
River cools where I belong
In my mersey paradise
I want to be (I want to be)
Where the drownings are (drownings are)
You see it in the sea
River cools where I belong
Oh yeah
I want to be (I want to be)
Where the drownings are (drownings are)
You see it in the sea
River cools where I belong
In my mersey paradise
song performed by by Stone Roses
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Love
Love
Has no height and length
But giving and getting back.
Love is hot
If you have a fire thought.
Love cools
If you detaches the blues.
Love is fire.
Love is water.
Both are right.
As you like.
poem by Aung Si Myanmar
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Your Love
Your love is a beautiful grin,
Your love is a star in my arm,
Your love is a voice of the violin,
It gives my life such a charm.
Your love is a sparkling diamond,
A diamond which do not need polish,
Your love is a beautiful island,
With each day it only flourish.
Your love is a paradise with angels,
It makes me feel always young,
Your love for me is just happiness
With love songs being high-strung.
Your love is like a fresh wind,
Your love is like the sunshine,
It warms my sensitive skin,
It cools me in the hot time.
I don’t need wine to be drunk,
I have your love to be sunk.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
January the 3rd,2011
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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This Arterial Love!
This love one day will finished with me!
they tell me, be serious in love
but for me happiness and laughter
red and wind!
My love heats and cools
sweetens and bitter
my small and childish heart
beats strong
beats straight
against my chest and nonsense.
Oh! My Good!
this love one day finished with me!
expands; shortens
arterial blood!
venal blood!
Short route; phenomenal way
Oh! My good!
This love really finished me!
poem by Mirna Morgan
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This Lake of Woods
As we travel through this lake of woods,
the calmness of your love
cools and caresses the deep,
dappled pockets
of my soul,
as I need to be
wrapped
forever
within your love
as we travel through this lake of woods
poem by Heather Moreton
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Summer's Wind
You are the wind on a hot summer’s day
That cools off the air
Surrounding my body
You are the wind in my hair
As I walk down the street
You are the wind
That blows through my dreams
And awakens me to feelings
Of living and smiling
You are the wind
In which my hair rises
And my breath quickens
As my smile lifts
You are the wind
On a hot summer’s day
You are the sun
In which I need
To stay warm
You are the moon
In which I need
To read at night
You are the sun
In which brightens the day
To show me the way
To your arms
You are the moon
In which I need
To see the starts
To gaze under
You are the wind
On a hot summer’s day
You are the wind
That cools off the air
And helps so I can smile again
You are the wind
In which I feel
Your simple touch
Which makes me yield
You are the wind
In which I stop
And feel, calm, relaxed
And realize I am alive
You are the wind
On a hot summer’s day
That makes me realize
Life
Might just be
Ok
poem by Scarred Unknown
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after sunset
in gold rimmed clouds
the last landscape
haiku by Femia Cools
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Absence cools moderate passions but inflames violent ones.
Forgiveness is a funny thing, it warms the hearts and cools the sting.
quote by Peter Allen
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Forgiveness is a funny thing. It warms the heart and cools the sting.
quote by William Arthur Ward
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Clouds growl, thunders scare
At last rain comes, cools, it’s
A happy ending
haiku by Sathya Narayana
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West Wind
the wind
that comes from far
through the open door
the wind that carries the fragrance
of the earthy blossoms
the wind that sings the melody
of the nightingale
the wind that cools the hot vapours
i love to sit here
and feel the wind
the gentle caress
of the west wind
poem by Manoj KrishnanSarojam
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Pride Aside on Love
Innocence and pride make two
as pride and love - forget-me-not -
from fever cools as through and through
fond memories few keep. Fools blot
their copy books, mock Cupid's coo
as selfishness unravels knot,
hands tied dis paired, what should be true.
When once fidelity's bolt's shot
some lock out souvenirs, fond cue
forget - from pseudo sage to sot -
invent excuses spent, unglue.
False feelings [b]ring crime Time will rot.
Yet Cupid's dart should hearts entwine
in happiness come rain or shine.
for previous version 31 July 2007 see below
Innocence and pride make two
as pride and love, - forget-me-not
from fever cools as through and through
fond memories few keep, sots blot
their copy books, unravel knot
hands tied when paired, once bolt is shot
block out souvenirs, fond cue
forget - from pseudo sage to sot -
label feelings they've forgot
that once they thought by heart they knew.
(27 January 2007 revised 31 July 2007 and 4 February 2012)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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