I like to sing in the car with the windows rolled down and hair blowing all over my face.
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Two Hands
Oh theyre touching
Theyre touching each other
Theyre feeling
They push and move
And love each other, love each other
They fit together like two hands...
I am a face
In the painting on the wall
I pose and shudder
And watch from the foot of the bed
Sometimes I think I can
Feel everything...
The wind is blowing
My hair in their direction
The wind is bending my hair
There are no windows in the painting
No open windows, no open windows, no...
song performed by by King Crimson
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Brilliantine
This hair,
They never looked her way,
Never understood from where she came
And digressed on the story of the grease
In her hair.
There was none.
They never touched her face,
Looked her way,
Nor saw importance in the moment
When she needed one
To hold her hand.
Or take the time for her
When it was called for.
It was the glossy brilliantine.
And the hidden styling.
The face again,
Which had the tendency to glance away.
And the hair which had no grease.
The clear hair that shone of cleanliness
In the light of the dirty windows.
The brown hair
Giving importance to the chrome
Of her eyes.
But they never looked away,
Digressing on the story of the grease
In her hair.
poem by Sammy Edrisi
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Wistfully Watching
They explore the world
through windows,
church windows,
school windows,
two up, two down windows,
castle windows,
large windows,
small windows.
They see it all,
from blameless to guilty,
from noble to treacherous,
through windows.
From skyscraper windows,
to basement flat windows,
from paupers windows,
and palace windows
they watch, absorb, suck it in.
Later when they have grown
they will remember,
try to empathise,
rationalise
decipher the coded metaphors,
but some day
they will be demoralised
by the windows of life.
There they sit __ wistfully watching __
the children
of our times.
poem by Ruth Walters
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The Wind is Blowing
The wind is blowing,
Blowing slow and fast on my skin,
Blowing fast and hard on his skin.
The wind is cold tonight,
Blowing scary in the woods,
Blowing swiftly throw the night.
The wind is warm today,
Blowing hard in town,
Blowing soft in the county.
The wind is cool,
Blowing all the time,
As they say,
The wind is blowing!
poem by Angela M. Maynard
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Back In The Day
yeah yeah
oh yeah, yeah yeah
yeah, yeah yeah
yeah, yeah yeah
back in the day now
(chorus)
back in the day when things were cool, hey
all we needed was bop-bop, bop-bop, bop-ba-domp
ooooh, bop-bop, bop-bop, bop-ba-domp
well well well
(repeat)
Soulflower take me flying with you, hey
gimme dat bop-bop, bop-bop, bop-ba-domp
gimme some of dat bop-bop, bop-bop, bop-ba-domp
well well well
back in the day when things were cool
we used to meet up with these dudes
then we'd roll out on hopes and truths
and would ride around the park till its after dark
pumpin the trunk with the windows rolled up, puff
well well well
(chorus 2x)
Soulflower take me flying with you, hey
just gimme dat bop-bop, bop-bop, bop-ba-domp
gimme some of dat bop-bop, bop-bop, bop-ba-domp
well well well
wailin and singin and jammin and talkin
and pumpin the trunk with the windows rolled up, puff
well well well
da laughin and singin and jammin and talkin
pumpin the trunk with the windows rolled up, puff
well well well
laughin and singin and jammin and talkin
and pumpin the trunk with the windows rolled up, puff
and we would ride around the park till its after dark
and when we get home hope the dogs dont bark, puff
well well well
laughin and singin and jammin and talkin
and pumpin the trunk with the windows rolled up, puff
well well well
and we would ride around the park till its after dark
and when we get home hope the dogs dont bark, puff
well well well
laughin and singin and jammin and talkin
and pumpin the trunk with the windows rolled up, puff
well well well
and we would ride around the
song performed by by Erykah Badu
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I love the feeling of the fresh air on my face and the wind blowing through my hair.
quote by Evel Knievel
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Standing on The Beach
Standing On The Beach
We are standing on the beach
Watching the sunset slowly go down
With this slow blowing breeze
and waves rolling across our feet
With you standing so ever close
You in front and me just behind
With our hands so ever inter twined
With your hair blowing in my face
It smelling so ever saccharine
I loosen one hand reach up
And pull your hair aside
Then I lean my head so ever slightly
Towards your sweet smell neck
Then I begin to lightly kiss it
from top to bottom
I can notice the chill bumps
Across your exposed skin
You moan so ever slightly
As to give your approval
You softly curse my head
As to want me to continue
This so ever lightly kissing of the neck
poem by Scott Austin
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Pantun - Rambut di Balut Jadi Sanggul
the hair is rolled into a coiffure
jasmine refines the look
polishing skills results in great art
hardwork to face all challenges
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Maybel
Her eyes,
Eyes of a serpent,
Cruel and filled of hate.
They seemed to stare into you and pierce
to soul with their needle like daggers.
This venomous bite,
It helps you see thru the beautiful mask.
Her hair,
Hair as rich as a flame,
It frames you face in its twisted ways,
Matted and witch like blowing in the breeze.
Skin so pale,
A paper white,
She towers above you,
A sickening sight.
poem by Lauren Ellis Leung
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Age Makes The Difference
There comes a cold wind blowing on my face
and my cheeks are ruddy red.
It is a cold wind blowing on my face
and my toes feel like they're dead.
But I could stay outside all day
and never think about cold.
For that's exactly how you feel
when you're nine years old.
There comes a cold wind blowing on my face
and my cheeks are ruddy red.
It is a cold wind blowing on my face.
I feel like I am dead.
I need to stay inside today
and look out at the cold.
And that's exactly how you'll feel
when you're ninety years old.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Wonders Of Lewis
Wonders of lewis
Blowing my mind
Stoning me blind
In the mid-summertime
Mist in the hollows
And clothes on the line
Blowing my...
Blowing my...
Wonders of lewis
Blowing my mind
Five after midnight
And the sun still shines
Standing stones
All in a line
Blowing my...
Blowing my...
Mind!
song performed by by Waterboys
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You Didnt Need A Cloud
As I saw you, you were looking through your window
Looking at the clouds to know which way the wind blows
You saw me - I was walking down your highway
You didnt need a cloud to know the wind was blowing my way
You didnt need a cloud to know the wind was blowing my way
And wasnt it fine
All the questions and the answers were mine
I sang you a song about my walking
A song I felt I had no right or reason to sing
But you showed me that no matter what is said in song
A singer has the right to sing as long as he can go on
A singer has the right to sing as long as he can go on
And isnt it true
Now all the questions and the answers come from you
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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Lust For Life
I look out across this restless sleeper car blind, then to my side.
The face I saw bone-like under that gloomy window light, terrified me.
I know this train is breaking into the future, past the thread of my youth, beyond my
Childhood, my defeats and my worth wile victories.
I look under the lamp, there was an empty seat, and see my brother, happily married!
I look to the emergency box in the front of the car and
I think of my mother, beside me bringing me out of my unconsciousness,
her face like the glint of breaking sunlight through winter ice.
And I sleep for a minute, maybe several then wake to my bed.
What else could I need besides her hair, her shoulders, her craziness, her little nose.
She dropped her head on my shoulder and we saw the sunlight break through dense fog,
wafting through windows like ghostly curtain, a newfangled frontier.
When we got off the train it was morning. The storm glazed over my hometown, under the umbrella of night.
And I looked out to the cemetery and saw all its restless residents dancing? It was beauty
Just then she hit me with powdery snow, it exploder like new year celebration and with it came a drunkenness, a lust for life and we rolled around in peace like everything made sense, and nothing was finished.
poem by Jerome Moore
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Opening A New Window
come to my room
let us open a new window
that opens to another window
look at my face
and hold the side of my body
i will caress your hair with my hands
hold your body softly as a wind holds a feather
my fingers shall travel from the tips of your hair
down to the last tips of the toes of your feet
let us be happy, let us try opening another window
let us see the other windows hidden from our eyes.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Spilt Dreams
“Sing to me! ”
you sigh
resting your head
on my lap.
I stroke your hair
as outside
on the Yorkshire Moors
a storm
towers majestically
above our
frail fragile love.
I sing
unevenly inexpertly
all the Rodgers & Hart
songs I can sing
out of tune & brokenly
keep the storm at bay
with nothing but the love
in my voice
your sleeping hair
spilt like dreams
across my lap.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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Windows To Bill Gates Or Paul Allen And History Of Windows
window's leaves
windows of open sea
windows as far as possible
windows easier
windows update
window shopper
window tablet
windows on the world
window seat
(Music by The Implicit Order) .
poem by Nicolas Grenier
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Frost Roses
Ice Roses
Frost on windows? Not where I live now, but where
I grew up, winter windows had thick layers of ice.
And in mornings, before anyone got out of bed, I
carved landscape and faces and saw my work fade
slowly away, by noon I could see the landscape
I had carved through clear windows, the mountain’s
stream, frozen solid now, and trees; mother’s face
also as she was busy in the kitchen baking bread.
I do not miss the cold Nordic land I came from, but
wish windows here too have frost roses, or be as
blank as a new page I could write. “I love you on.”
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Windows
Through the windows you see so much.
Revealing love with the lightest touch.
Through them you see so much truth daren't be spoke.
I sit and look through the windows.
Seeing through all the innuendos.
Reveling in the sweet cresendo.
As I stare through the windows.
The boughs break, and in my heart I celebrate.
As I realize it will not break.
For hours through those windows I could stare.
Worlds a plenty are there to share.
In awe and splendor I now stare.
Through those windows a bright sun glares.
How much longer do I dare,
to stare through these windows that show me things so fair?
poem by Michael McParland
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Gone the Dream
At the end of the day when all had been done
And all had been bad
In the kitchen laughing wih you
Before I went to bed
My face in the light illuminated
Untroubled and safe
As your face is shining upon me
A love that would never cease
Went out where the cold wind blows
It rocks my childhood sleep
And up in the starry skies
And further out to sea
Late in time when it will come
I see it in my dreams
At night with the cold wind blowing
At night with the cold wind blowing outside
Gone the dream
song performed by by Ash from 1977
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Because You Love Me
If I couldn't love you and wear your ring
The wind would stop blowing and the birds couldn't sing
If I couldn't love you, the sky couldn't be so blue
And the waves would stop as if on cue
If I couldn't love you, my life would be such a mess
I have god to thank for you, and him to praise and bless
The birds are singing and the wind is blowing
Because of of your love, I am glowing
The skys are such a beautiful blue
And with your love the oceans too
My whole world has fallen into place
My love grows stronger each time I see your face
Youv'e stood by me through thick and thin
And now our new life, we can began!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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