God touches and moves, warns and desires all equally, and He wants one quite as much as another. The inequality lies in the way in which His touch, His warnings, and His gifts are received.
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Traces of my touch
I've pushed the borders
I left the stations
The trains are equally sad
The passengers equally busy
I've crossed the moonlight
I've swum the seas
The drops are equally wet
The depths are equally low
I've touched the treetops
I've opened the nests
The boughs are equally fragile
The root is equally deep
Nothing has changed
But the traces of my touch
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Love Embraces
who will gift
love from heart
to be received
as gifts
in return
for gifts
received
love embraces
receptive souls
love embraces
beating hearts
sharing minds
Dedicated to Aaron Johal who gifts from the heart.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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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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This irks him
Liberal in helps and gifts,
She moves closer towards
Her sister and brother
In a bid to get their shoulders
For her to lean on in last days
In case she survives her husband.
In case he survives her
What would happen to him?
This feeling irks him day in and day out
When his money moves out by gifts.
25.05.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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You Touch Me
You touch me
and my world stands still.
You touch me
and I still feel the thrill.
The world becomes silent
and I know it always will
if you touch me.
So please just touch me.
'Cause everytime you touch me
there's a silence in my heart.
I break in little pieces and slowly come apart.
I remember all those touches.
They're with me every day.
I think all about them and all I want to say
is touch me.
Please touch me.
Touch me in every little way.
You touch me
and my world is bright.
You touch me
and the stars at night
start to burn like a fire
and I feel your desire
to touch me. So please just touch me.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Sound Chaser
Faster moment spent spread tales of change within the sound
Counting form through rhythm electric freedom
Moves to counter-balance stars expound our conscience
All to know and see
The look in your eyes
Passing time will reach as nature relays to set the scene
New encounters spark a true fruition
Guiding lines we touch them
Our bodies balance out the waves
As we accelerate our days
To the look in your eyes
]from the moment I reached out to hold
I felt a sound
And what touches our soul slowly moves as touch rebounds
And to know that tempo will continue lost in trance of dances
As rhythm takes another turn
As is my want I only reach
To look in your eyes...
song performed by by Yes
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Sound Chaser
Faster moment spent spread tales of change within the sound
Counting form through rhythm electric freedom
Moves to counter-balance stars expound our conscience
All to know and see
The look in your eyes
Passing time will reach as nature relays to set the scene
New encounters spark a true fruition
Guiding lines we touch them
Our bodies balance out the waves
As we accelerate our days
To the look in your eyes
]from the moment I reached out to hold
I felt a sound
And what touches our soul slowly moves as touch rebounds
And to know that tempo will continue lost in trance of dances
As rhythm takes another turn
As is my want I only reach
To look in your eyes...
song performed by by Yes
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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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Love Desires
A Rose in the vase which sits
Scent of desire fills the room
Your bitter sweet touch I feel
I need all your love to consume
Love Desires
You have that special touch
A touch I never felt in my life
It's the way you excite me so
With you there can be no strife
Love Desires
poem by Suelynn Walters
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Shared Like Gifts
It is still a Dutch colony.
With those who control it...
Coming to go,
To inflict their racial acrobatics.
It is divided by invisible fences.
With those of ethnic faces
Displaying their daily infighting defenses.
And there is funding for everything done.
To ensure comprehension...
Is something never to be understood,
With understanding that comes.
They want them at their dumbest.
And that is preferred and accepted.
And those of color who have ever contributed?
The great deeds they have done...
Have been from this place 'booted'.
As if they had made none!
And ignorance is shared like gifts received.
Along with the apartheid obviously applied...
By those who are equally mentally limited.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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The Touch Of
The Touch of Your Kiss
A Touch of Your Hand
The touch of your Soft Hair
A Touch of Your Beautiful Eyes
The feel of your hair touching My Face
The Sweet smell of rain that touches Your Soul
A soft touch of a babies skin
Touch of our hearts since we met
The Touch of your smile
A Touch of your love is all I Really Need.
By Charles Kuehnle AkA xxwhitestallionx
poem by Charles Kuehnle
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Envoys from Alexandria
They had not seen, for ages, such beautiful gifts in Delphi
as these that had been sent by the two brothers,
the rival Ptolemaic kings. After they had received them
however, the priests were uneasy about the oracle. They will need
all their experience to compose it with astuteness,
which of the two, which of such two will be displeased.
And they hold secret councils at night
and discuss the family affairs of the Lagidae.
But see, the envoys have returned. They are bidding farewell.
They are returning to Alexandria, they say. And they do not ask
for any oracle. And the priests hear this with joy
(of course they will keep the marvellous gifts),
but they also are utterly perplexed,
not understanding what this sudden indifference means.
For they are unaware that yesterday the envoys received grave news.
The oracle was given in Rome; the division took place there.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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'You've Got' The Touch
(Will Robinson/John Jarrard/Lisa Palas)
Lyin' beside you watching you sleepin'
After you've loved me so tenderly
I'm searchin' for some way to tell you
How good it felt when I held you
There's so many ways you get to me
'Cause you've got the touch
It turns me on and on
You light the fire in me
That keeps burning strong
The longer I'm with you
The deeper and deeper in love I fall
You've got the moves
You move me so much
You've got the touch
As you wake up you pull me closer
And whisper good morning warm in my ear
Nobody could do that like you do
You make it so easy to love you
And I know I will for a million years
'Cause you've got the touch
You turns me on and on
You light the fire in me
That keeps growing strong
The longer I'm with you
The deeper and deeper in love I fall
You've got the moves
That move me so much
You've got the touch
Nobody can touch me like you do
You make it so ease to love you
And I know I will a million years
'Cause you've got the touch
You turns me on and on
You light the fire in me
That keeps growing strong
The longer I'm with you
The deeper and deeper in love I fall
You've got the moves
That move me so much
You've got the touch
You've got the moves
That move so much
You've got the touch
song performed by by Alabama
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I think it has other roots, has to do, in part, with a general anxiety in contemporary life... nuclear bombs, inequality of possibility and chance, inequality of goods allotted to us, a kind of general racist, unjust attitude that is pervasive.
quote by Leonard Baskin
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Watch Your Move
You seem to like my moves,
In the rare instant lies my very moves.
To lie is harsh, harsher still,
For they wonder far on the other side,
Reaching into the gladness, as fine as sand.
You seem to know my face very well,
Yet I do not know your custom, your dignified approach.
The hazards of existence number too many
Yesterday was a brighter day,
And my moves be saved, all in hope of something new.
I can not dare it, nor speak it,
In this fashion is the gladness I have found.
My moves are expected to affect the sighted people
And you too.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Gifts of Life and Pollution
Nature's gifts are sunny beaches,
Nature's gifts are rocky mountains,
Nature's gifts are vast oceans,
Nature's gifts are the tranquil colors in the rainbow,
Nature's gifts are rain forests,
Nature's gift is life.
Our gifts are oceans filled with toxins,
Our gifts are global warming,
Our gifts are deserted forests,
Our gifts are killed animals,
Our gifts are serious diseases,
Our gift is pollution.
poem by Melanie Jackson
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A Riddle...
if only
you did not lie
i could have written more
perhaps
more truths than we
can bear
but since you tell the
biggest lie today
despite the
warnings
i guess, i have to
quit
for lies do not interest me
anymore
i have more that you can
ever tell me
in fact i live in the house of
lies
play in the garden of
lies
eat on the table
have breakfast
drink from the glass
and satisfy myself
with a burp
all lies, all lies,
those lilies of the fields
floating on the marshes
tadpoles and
mosquitoes
snakes and rats
these are the only truths
we have
in this predator-prey
world
dog eating dogs
cats befriending mice
heavens
compromising with
root canals.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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