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With Some Passion That Touches Me
Try my love song from the heart inside
Let it touch here through its going
Feel the gathering of its truest glide
As it is willingly and knowing
With some passion that touches me
With some passion that touches me
Let the beauty from within come right here
Through the deep of the dark night
With its flowing and its limits to share
Till all its touches become alright
In the end of its limitless deep
Of the hours from down dark under
With its dances and beats to keep
As we drift though the waves asunder
With some passion that touches freely
With some passion that touches freely
I might be in heart feeling lonely
Though I had my luck in its try
You are touching my soul here and only
Filling moments with each their try
With some passion that touches me
With some passion that touches me
Try my love song from the heart inside
Let it touch here through its going
Feel the gathering of its truest glide
As it is willingly and knowing
With some passion that touches me
With some passion that touches me
With some passion that touches me
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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He Touches Me
He don't bring me anything but love
He don't bring me anything but love
If you offered me the stars I would decline
I don't need 'em I got mine
1 don't know where to start
But I know what's in my heart
So keep your silver and your gold
Cos I got my man to have and hold
And even if you promise me
the wonders of the world
It's not enough
Not enough
No poetry, no diamond ring
No song to sing
He don't bring me flowers, oh no
But he touches me, he touches me
No crazy dreams, no limousines
He makes me feel I can do anything
And that's power, oh yeah
When he touches me, he touches me
I know they'll say I'm crazy letting go
Of a man like you
Who seems to have it all
But they don't see what I see
No, they don't feel like me
find even it you promise me
the wonders of the world
And all that stuff
It's not enough
No poetry, no diamond ring
No song to sing, no
He don't bring me flowers, oh no
But he touches me
He touches me
He don't bring me anything but love
He don't bring me anything but love
No poetry, no diamond ring
No song to sing
He don't bring me flowers, oh no
But he touches me
He touches me
No crazy dreams, no limousines
He makes me feel like a beauty queen
And that's power, oh yeah
And he touches me
He touches me
No poetry, no diamond ring
No song to sing
He don't bring me flowers. oh yeah
Cos he touches me, he touches me
No crazy dreams, no limousines, babe
And that's power, oh yeah
When he touches me
He touches me
He don't bring me anything but love
He don't bring me anything but love
song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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Manji
Mystery woman!
Manji is my name and,
I want to see you;
For, you are gradually taking over the muse of love in this town! !
And like a nation's political landscape in the land of peace.
His touches,
Her touches,
Your touches,
With the muse of your love to enjoy,
But lot of things are done in the name of your love!
However, i want to see you and know who you are.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Nothing Touches Me
Nothing touches me man
These walls are three feet thick
Wouldn't take one of them little drills to get through it
I try to make her listen
When I turn away she's split
I try to make her listen
When I turn away she's split
She went..
Nothing touches me
Nothing touches me now
Nothing touches me man
No matter how you split
Sticks and stones can get through bones
So I've given up looking out of it
I try to make her listen
When I turn away she's split
I try to make her listen
When I turn away she's split
She went..
Nothing touches me now (x4)
Laugh if you can, if you can, if you can, at me now (x4
song performed by by Radiohead
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There Comes A Time, To Us And To The City
There comes a time, to us and to the city
when summer spreads its wings upon a day,
that the sheer loveliness touches all of us
with a sense of fun, a sense of tranquillity.
From the moment that this has begun
the open blue sky, the clearness of the ocean
draws us to beaches where the water
touches the land, touches our feet
and happiness is only but a moment away,
when a day is like no other before it,
with the promise of how life and living
is really supposed to be.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Something About Winter
Icily the winter touches me,
some trees are stripped like skeletons
as if death touches everything.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Touches Of Her Hand
The touches of her hands are like the fall
Of velvet snowflakes; like the touch of down
The peach just brushes 'gainst the garden wall;
The flossy fondlings of the thistle-wisp
Caught in the crinkle of a leaf of brown
The blighting frost hath turned from green to crisp.
Soft as the falling of the dusk at night,
The touches of her hands, and the delight--
The touches of her hands!
The touches of her hands are like the dew
That falls so softly down no one e'er knew
The touch thereof save lovers like to one
Astray in lights where ranged Endymion.
O rarely soft, the touches of her hands,
As drowsy zephyrs in enchanted lands;
Or pulse of dying fay; or fairy sighs;
Or--in between the midnight and the dawn,
When long unrest and tears and fears are gone--
Sleep, smoothing down the lids of weary eyes.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Dear Hands
The touches of her hands are like the fall
Of velvet snowflakes; like the touch of down
The peach just brushes 'gainst the garden wall;
The flossy fondlings of the thistle-wisp
Caught in the crinkle of a leaf of brown
The blighting frost hath turned from green to crisp.
Soft as the falling of the dusk at night,
The touches of her hands, and the delight--
The touches of her hands!
The touches of her hands are like the dew
That falls so softly down no one e'er knew
The touch thereof save lovers like to one
Astray in lights where ranged Endymion.
O rarely soft, the touches of her hands,
As drowsy zephyrs in enchanted lands;
Or pulse of dying fay; or fairy sighs,
Or--in between the midnight and the dawn,
When long unrest and tears and fears are gone--
Sleep, smoothing down the lids of weary eyes.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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King Midas In Reverse
The Hollies
King Midas In Reverse
(Allan Clarke/Tony Hicks/but mainly Graham Nash)
Single release 1967
If you could only see me
I know exactly where I am
You wouldn't want to be me
Oh, I can assure you of that
I'm not the guy to run with
'Cos I'll throw you off the line
I'll break you and destroy you
Given time.
He's King Midas with a curse
He's King Midas in reverse
He's King Midas with a curse
He's King Midas in reverse
It's plain to see it's hopeless
Going on the way we are
So even though I'd lose you
You'd be better off by far
He's not the man to hold your trust
Everything he touches turns to dust
In his hands
Nothing he can do is right
He'd even like to sleep at night
But he can't.
{Interlude with 'all he touches turns to dust' 4x}
I wish someone would find me
And help me gain control
Before I lose my reason
And my soul
He's King Midas with a curse
He's King Midas in reverse
He's King Midas with a curse (all he touches turns to dust)
He's King Midas in reverse (all he touches turns to dust)
{fade out}
He's King Midas with a curse (all he touches turns to dust)
He's King Midas in reverse (all he touches turns to dust)
He's King Midas with a curse....
song performed by by Hollies
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Occasionally I do things against my inner voice, but you really should go for the thing that touches you most-even if you don't quite know why it does.
quote by Alan Bates
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The Carcas
A sacrifice after childbirth,
The period of separation;
A suspensive guilt like,
The carcas of an unclean animal.
To be fully cooked,
The meat is roasting over an open fire!
It must be very neat as well.
One person touches an unclean thing,
Another person touches a clean thing;
All in this world to make a choice.
The gleanings of a field,
To reap the harvest;
Olives and grapes,
You may eat its fruits;
But three times in a year you must keep the feast.
He is a stranger,
She is a stranger,
The first tithe is Holy;
Of leaven and honey,
Of peace and love,
Do not eat blood.
To the second tithe of grain,
To the second tithe of wine,
To the second tithe of oil,
Like a daughter of a priest;
Do not eat it raw or boiled,
It must be roasted!
He is poor to pay his debts,
She is poor to pay her debts,
Like a sacrifice after childbirth;
But he is a native of your own country.
Love, peace and care;
She is a native of your own country.
One thing is clean to you and,
Another is unclean to me;
But like life's own choices,
We have to offer a sacrifice after childbirth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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When you're looking that far out, you're giving people their place in the universe, it touches people. Science is often visual, so it doesn't need translation. It's like poetry, it touches you.
quote by Story Musgrave
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Kissing Power
Kisses upon kisses
Teases upon teases
Certain madness fills the air
It is termed as love I fear
Kisses upon kisses
Teases upon teases
Touches upon touches
My hearts broken pieces
Are once again at peace
Kisses upon kisses
Teases upon teases
Touches upon touches
Flattery upon Flattery
Love always sparkles without batteries
Lips upon lips
First a taste of your tongues tip
Admiration induces exploration
While love ignites imagination
I can feel your kissing power
And the sensational effect it showers
I can feel your kissing power
As you handle me like a delicate flower
Week legs
Pleasure begs
I can feel your kissing power
While you kiss me by the hour
Don't stop!
Be my hero not my flop!
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Cosmopolitan
Im okay, youre okay
Why remember when it wasnt this way
See my home, see my car
And the beach always used to seem so far
And no one touches me
Unless its the way I want it to be
I know I read the right magazines
Im cosmopolitan
And I dont look back
Im alright, sleep at night
Used to lie awake listening to cats fight
See my hair, see my shoes
And I used to be scared of the dark too
And no one touches me
Unless its the way I want it to be
I know I read the right magazines
Im cosmopolitan
And I dont look back
Cosmopolitan
And no one touches me
Unless its the way I want it to be
I know I read the right magazines
Im cosmopolitan
And I dont look back
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Moments are pleasant
Words, looks and touches-
Plain words, instant looks
And inadvertent touches
Are the souls’ language,
More meaningful,
More eventful
And more memorable
Between two opposite souls.
Let it fruit or abort;
The moments are pleasant.
04.10.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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On the Train, Haiku-esque
For the blind woman
on the train every
journey is inner.
She touches my shoulder,
moves just
one seat ahead,
feels her winter coat,
metal ring pinned
to its shoulder.
Smiles when she touches
it, dark rings of her eyes
light up momentarily.
What universes are in the heads all around me.
poem by Warren Falcon
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Loose Train Hokku-no-renga
For the blind woman
on the train every
journey is inner
She touches my shoulder,
moves one seat ahead
feels the winter collar
metal ring pinned
to its shoulder
smiles when she touches it
dark rings of her eyes
light up momentarily
What universes are in the heads all around me
poem by Warren Falcon
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Its Not A Song
Day turns to night, and I turn into bed.
Cant get to sleep; somethings in my head.
Pacing the floor, I try to force a rhyme.
Why do I fear this time?
Its not a song till it touches your heart.
Its not a song till it tears you apart.
After whats left of whats right and whats wrong,
Till it gets through to you,
Its not a song.
Now close your eyes; look into your hand.
What do you see?
Life is our song, to give and learn to take.
Time will not wait.
Oh, wont you please come dance,
While the songs still playing,
Wont be long till the silence falls.
Its not a song till it touches your heart. (its not a song.)
Its not a song till it tears you apart.
After whats left of whats right and whats wrong,
Till it gets through to you,
Its not a song.
Its not a song till it touches your heart. (its not a song.)
Its not a song till it tears you apart.
After whats left of whats right and whats wrong,
Till it gets through to you,
Its not a song.
Its not a song till it touches your heart. (its not a song.)
Its not a song till it tears you apart.
After whats left of whats right and whats wrong,
Till it gets through to you,
Its not a song.
Its not a song till it touches your heart. (its not a song.)
Its not a song till it tears you apart.
After whats left of whats right and whats wrong,
Till it gets through to you,
Its not a song.
song performed by by Amy Grant
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The Fearsome Boredom
The thing I’m afraid the most
No word interests me
No love touches me
No beauty awes me
No dream enlightens me
No fun satisfies me
No hate disturbs me
No fate intervene me
And I’m left dead and bored
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Fire Consumes What It Touches
Fire consumes what it touches!
But, love changes the heart;
And, your blue eyes will always be remembered.
Eat like a king and sleep like a queen!
For the roses of true love leads one to peace;
But, fire consumes what it touches.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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