Leda and the Swan
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.
How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?
A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.
Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?
poem by William Butler Yeats
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(Love Poem) Burning Forever Beating Heart
You cant kill this burning forever beating heart.
Even the face of devastation
hope swells with the power to completely overwhelms.
Bring me to my knees and I still try please.
You break me
my soul is mine to give.
If I will it, it just might happen.
You cant kill this burning forever beating heart.
The love will never die.
It destine to survive.
As another tidal wave approaches my thoughts are of you.
You have become the grease to the cogs that let me move.
Like a giant here I am.
Take me if you can.
Oh man
oh man
you just cant kill this burning forever beating.
Their is always worse.
Like an unending curse.
I stand here ready to serve.
I know you are so much better then I deserve.
Out of the dark into the light.
With a millions sacrifices
and still I feel
oh how do I feel its still not enough.
So give me all the punishment you wish.
Still my path not shall waver.
For with my dieing breath I will still profess my love.
You will never ever kill this burning forever beating heart.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Mine
O HOW my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating,
And I drink up joy like wine:
O how my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating,
For the lovely girl is mine!
She's rich, she's fair, beyond compare,
Of noble mind, serene and kind--
And how my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating,
For the lovely girl is mine!
O how my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating,
In a music soft and fine;
O how my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating,
For the girl I love is mine.
She owns no lands, has no white hands,
Her lot is poor, her life obscure;--
Yet how my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating,
For the girl I love is mine!
poem by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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The Beating Song OF The Drums
The beating song of the drums
The beating song of a beating heart
The love lust of the beating blood
Overfills a dam just like a beating flood
Crashing through everything
Never ever beating apart
The beating love for a beating heart
Just like a beating heart
Always together never ever apart
We’re here for each other
Our beating hearts
Play the song of the beating drums
The song of the beating drums we’re never apart
The Song Of The Beating Drums We’re Never Apart
The song of the beating drums we’re never apart
Overfills a dam just like a beating flood
The beating love for a beating heart
The beating song of a beating heart
Play the song of the beating drums
The love lust of the beating blood
Always together never ever apart
The beating song of the drums
Crashing through everything
We’re here for each other
Never ever beating apart
Just like a beating heart
Our beating hearts
The First Embrace
Come to me, grief, on my bosom press,
Lest it should burst with joy’s excess:
Heaven, with disaster, hell, with your pains,
Calm its commotion. For here awhile
She has lain. Strike, foes!
Your shafts but soothe, when they pierce the veins
Of a breast that lows
With the bliss of her thrill and her smile.
Sorrow and trouble have died away
Here, where her face in its loveliness lay.
Drowned she these in the deep of her eye?
Or sucked she their venom? I seemed to mark,
On her smiling lips,
How a tremulous shadow of pain passed by:
And the blue grew dark,
As her eyes’ light found eclipse.
Innocent bride, thou hast joined afresh
Soul with earth, and with God the flesh.
When on my breast, as pure and bright
As a saint’s white robe, thy perfect brow
Gently was lain,
Guilt with its tear-steins vanished quite,
And my mind is now
Like a cleansed and lighted fane.
My heart reflected an inward grace
From the sinless blush of thy maiden face:
To the waft of celestial wings was changed
The tress that wavered over me;
And, O joy, my soul,
Demoniac once, from heaven estranged,
Is, thanks to thee,
Darling, restored and whole.
I feel, where thy loving lips have pressed,
A glory shining within my breast,
And O, the paeans of love that burst,
At the touch of thy passionless, drowsy kiss.
I was fired and manned, -
While my fancy drank with a burning thirst
All the sweet of this
By a tender angel’s hand.
Love, while you lay by my beating heart,
What burgeoning blossoms seemed to start!
Blossoms that lived, and dreamed, and thought.
Almond or apple ws never so gay;
So rich a stream
Of the sun’s blood never the roses caught.
My soul its clay
Left in a blissful dram.
Cold, dark spirit, hold thee apart,
Or blend with the blood that stirs my heart;
Let it flow supreme in its pulses still,
Let nerves aquiver their passion prove,
And in ecstasy
Hark to the breast’s tense chords athrill,
Where, tranced in love,
She late at rest did lie
poem by Henrik Wergeland
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Ceremony After A Fire Raid
I
Myselves
The grievers
Grieve
Among the street burned to tireless death
A child of a few hours
With its kneading mouth
Charred on the black breast of the grave
The mother dug, and its arms full of fires.
Begin
With singing
Sing
Darkness kindled back into beginning
When the caught tongue nodded blind,
A star was broken
Into the centuries of the child
Myselves grieve now, and miracles cannot atone.
Forgive
Us forgive
Us your death that myselves the believers
May hold it in a great flood
Till the blood shall spurt,
And the dust shall sing like a bird
As the grains blow, as your death grows, through our heart.
Crying
Your dying
Cry,
Child beyond cockcrow, by the fire-dwarfed
Street we chant the flying sea
In the body bereft.
Love is the last light spoken. Oh
Seed of sons in the loin of the black husk left.
II
I know not whether
Adam or Eve, the adorned holy bullock
Or the white ewe lamb
Or the chosen virgin
Laid in her snow
On the altar of London,
Was the first to die
In the cinder of the little skull,
O bride and bride groom
O Adam and Eve together
Lying in the lull
Under the sad breast of the head stone
White as the skeleton
Of the garden of Eden.
I know the legend
Of Adam and Eve is never for a second
Silent in my service
Over the dead infants
Over the one
Child who was priest and servants,
Word, singers, and tongue
In the cinder of the little skull,
Who was the serpent's
Night fall and the fruit like a sun,
Man and woman undone,
Beginning crumbled back to darkness
Bare as nurseries
Of the garden of wilderness.
III
Into the organpipes and steeples
Of the luminous cathedrals,
Into the weathercocks' molten mouths
Rippling in twelve-winded circles,
Into the dead clock burning the hour
Over the urn of sabbaths
Over the whirling ditch of daybreak
Over the sun's hovel and the slum of fire
And the golden pavements laid in requiems,
Into the bread in a wheatfield of flames,
Into the wine burning like brandy,
The masses of the sea
The masses of the sea under
The masses of the infant-bearing sea
Erupt, fountain, and enter to utter for ever
Glory glory glory
The sundering ultimate kingdom of genesis' thunder.
poem by Dylan Thomas
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Be Still My Beating Heart
Be still my beating heart
It would be better to be cool
Its not time to be open just yet
A lesson once learned is so hard to forget
Be still my beating heart
Or Ill be taken for a fool
Its not healthy to run at this pace
The blood runs so red to my face
Ive been to every single book I know
To soothe the thoughts that plague me so
I sink like a stone thats been thrown in the ocean
My logic has drowned in a sea of emotion
Stop before you start
Be still my beating heart
Restore my broken dreams
Shattered like a falling glass
Im not ready to be broken just yet
A lesson once learned is so hard to forget
Be still my beating heart
You must learn to stand your ground
Its not healthy to run at this pace
The blood runs so red to my face
Ive been to every single book I know
To soothe the thoughts that plague me so
Stop before you start
Be still my beating heart
Never to be wrong
Never to make promises that break
Its like singing in the wind
Or writing on the surface of a lake
And I wriggle like a fish caught on dry land
And I struggle to avoid any help at hand
I sink like a stone thats been thrown in the ocean
My logic has drowned in a sea of emotion
Stop before you start
Be still my beating heart
song performed by by Sting
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Theres The Girl
Youre a polished diamond
Now youre feeling kinda rough
Yes I know how long you been searching
For the perfect touch
You better hear what I say
I can tell your eyes are just about to
Give you away
Cause theres the girl
That you were after
Feel your heart beating faster now
Theres the girl that you were after
Can you say that you dont
Want her anymore
Just take my word now
Cause you know its true
She aint good enough
For the likes of you
You better hear what I say
I can tell your eyes are just about
To give you away
Cause theres the girl
That you were after
Feel your heart beating faster now
Theres the girl that you were after
And all the time you cant get past her
Theres the girl that you were after
Broken glass, complete disaster
Theres the girl that you were after
Can you say that you dont
Want her anymore
I believed you once
When you explained
That it wasnt to tough
To forget her name
Cause theres the girl
That you were after
Feel your heart beating faster now
Theres the girl that you were after
And all the time you cant get past her
Theres the girl that you were after
Broken glass, complete disaster
Theres the girl that you were after
Can you say that you dont
Want her anymore
Theres the girl
Theres the girl
Theres the girl
Theres the girl
song performed by by Heart
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Never Ending Kind Of Intimate Thing
Your white body lies like a continent
with breasts as hillocks, slender thighs
and the valleys somewhere in between
while tiny shadows fall in the afternoon.
I bury myself with great pleasure in you,
feel the warmth of your blazing volcano,
reach up to the centre core of my existence
and each and every glance in your bright eyes
draws me deeper, draws us still closer together
and the lost of self, where nature flees from me
there is a tender kind of peace at twilight
while we love each other past all feelings.
There is peace in the separation that comes later,
the separation of skin, of thighs of genitalia
but still your gaze were burning into my very soul
and I love you; love every part of your body,
with the smell of love like fresh rain around us
rising from the rose of your tender hot pubis,
with nipples still somewhat hardened aroused
on your soft firm breast that are fragile to touch.
Boundless desire flames again and again,
while your beauty bringing sheer joy,
bringing a kind of very deep tranquillity,
as if the thirst, the yearning for each other
is a never ending kind of intimate thing,
that always exists, with a kind of grace,
that has an infinite kind of ache for fulfilment
a kind of indescribable joy that comes with bliss.
poem by Gert Strydom
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You Are Translating True Love In The Language That You Like
it is amazing
here you are translating the meaning of true in your own language.
i am amazed.
you love poetry after all? you still love
true love
i hear the cracks of your broken heart
i pretend it is nothing to me
i see how you bleed
your white shirt bloody
and your hands
cupping some drops of blood
from your bosom
i pretend i have not seen such a pitiful sight
i have my own broken hearts too
but you will never know that
you have contempt on my lost loves
because you never understand that true love can also be
more than what you expect
it can be more than one
it can be many
the way i love are like ten fingers
the caress of ten fingers
they move like a tribe of love
on the thighs of my beloved
on her breasts
how can i be so cruel living with just
a finger to love just one?
now i make a poem about true love
the one that uses so much of myself
to love not just one
but all
yes, do not be surprised
to love all of humanity and humanity
has not just one set of breasts and thighs
oh, there are hundreds of them
and from their milk a thousand children shall live
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ballad Of Sir Frankie Crisp (Let It Roll)
They say they like it, but, now in the market it
May not go well as it's too laid back.
You need some oomph-papa, nothing like Frank Zappa
And not New Wave they don't play that crap
Try beating your head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Don't have time for the music
They want the blood from a clone
I hear a clock ticking
I feel the nit-picking
I almost quit kicking at the wall
There seems a confusion, under the illusion
That they know just what will suit you all
Beating my head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Ain't got time for the music
They want the blood from a clone
There is no sense to it
Pure pounds and pence to it
They're so intense too makes me amazed
Don't want no music but, they're making you sick with
Some awful noises that may get played
By beating their heads on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Ain't no messing 'round with music
Give them the blood from a clone
Where will it all lead us
I thought we had freed us
song performed by by George Harrison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Ancient Warrior
Theres no end - theres no beginning -
To the old mans story
Does he still remember me -
From lives gone by
Oh I see his spirit rising
Upon the back of time
Ive got nowhere to hide
Will he keep a place for me
He is the king of all kings
The keeper of light
He holds eternitys wings
In his eyes an oceans burning
Swollen seat of tears
Troubled mind the beating
War drums in his ears
No one ever hears his warning
Am I the one he calls
When they tell me theyre afraid
Some say Ill be put away
He is the king of all kings
The keeper of light
He holds eternitys wings
My blood will spill my blood
My blood will spill my blood
In the wisdom of the prophets
Never ending tale
Open up the eyes
Within your mind, he says
Crowned in his ancient glory
Theres a king within us all
Some will say its all in vain
That he doesnt have a name
He is the king of all kings
The keeper of light
He holds eternitys wings
song performed by by Black Sabbath
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Youth In Age
Once I was part of the music I heard
On the boughs or sweet between earth and sky,
For joy of the beating of wings on high
My heart shot into the breast of the bird.
I hear it now and I see it fly,
And a life in wrinkles again is stirred,
My heart shoots into the breast of the bird,
As it will for sheer love till the last long sigh.
poem by George Meredith
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There's The Girl
You're a polished diamond
Now you're feeling kinda rough
Yes I know how long you been searching
for the perfect touch
You better hear what I say
I can tell your eyes are just about to
give you away
Cause there's the girl
that you were after
Feel your heart beating faster now
There's the girl that you were after
Can you say that you don't
want her anymore
Just take my word now
Cause you know it's true
she ain't good enough
for the likes of you
You better hear what I say
I can tell your eyes are just about
to give you away
Cause there's the girl
that you were after
Feel your heart beating faster now
There's the girl that you were after
And all the time you can't get past her
There's the girl that you were after
Broken glass
song performed by by Heart from Bad Animals
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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One Light Burning
(sambora, foster, morolda)
All alone in the dark
No walls no windows
Trying hard to define
Heaven from hell
Standing out in the rain
With just one shadow
Nothing to see or believe
Beyond myself
See my life going by
Each moment I am alive
I keep reaching out, holding on, hoping
Somewhere in my life
Theres one light burning
I feel it like my heart beating inside
Somewhere in my life
Theres one light burning
All alone with my fears
No words are spoken
A story yet to be told
Locked in my mind
Hope is somewhere ahead
Shining brightly
But the past is always following close behind
See my life going by, each moment I am alive
I keep reaching out, holding on, hoping
Somewhere in my life
Theres one light burning
I feel it like my heart beating inside
Somewhere in my life
Theres one light burning
Somewhere in my life
Theres one light burning
I feel it like my heart beating inside
Somewhere in my life
Theres one light burning
Leading the way, leading the way
song performed by by Bon Jovi
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Blood From A Clone
They say they like it, now, but in the market it
May not go well as its too laid back.
You need some oomph-papa, nothing like
Frank zappa
And not new wave they dont play that crap
Tyr beating your head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Dont have time for the music
They want the blood from a clone
I hear a clock ticking
I feel the nitpicking
I almost quit kicking at the wall
There seems a confusion, under the illusion
That they know just what will suit you all
Beating my head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Aint got time for the music
They want the blood from a clone
There is no sense to it
Pure pounds and pence to it
Theyre so intense too makes me amazed
Dont want no music but, theyre making you
Sick with
Some awful noises that may get played
By beating their heads on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Aint no messing round with music
Give them the blood from a clone
Where will it all lead us
I thought we had freed us
From the mundane seems Im wrong again
Could be they lack roots, theyre still wearing
Jack boots theyre
Marching somewhere in the pouring rain
Beating my head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Dont have time for the music
They want the blood from a clone
song performed by by George Harrison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Heart
We giving up on all the emptiness
I fill it up with your sweet love beside me.
Ain't no fun to be a rolling stone inside
You buy the feeling and you pay with tears.
For what it matters you flow with the motion
Then out of nowhere there's a full moon rising
And it's mine.
And every
every moment is the history we make - and more
We got a legacy of understanding
I can love you better
But donY let your -
Heart stop beating in time
Don't take me below the danger level.
Caught up in the middle of a misery -
Don't let me die.
And I warn you if you let your
Heart stop beating in time
Don't make it a fatal combination
I won't ever find another your love no more.
Got to get closer
got to be in sight
You make it heaven to breathe with you woman.
Don't you get lonely in the midnight hour like me?
And there's an angel that I follow on the wind - and more
Within a universe of undiscovered eyes
We found each other
so don't let your -
Heart stop beating
in time
Don't take me below the danger level.
Caught up in the middle of a misery.
Oh baby
don't let it be.
Save my soul
I don't wanna be no chains that hold
Gotta be a wild new world out.
There is a plan
I don't wanna be no one night stand
Gonna be alive for you down.
Here is the love I can hold out in my hand
And you can feel it I'm nothing if you let your -
Heart stop beating in time
. . .
Don't let your heart stop beating in time
. .
song performed by by Leo Sayer
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Poem About George Doty in the Death House
Lured by the wall, and drawn
To stare below the roof,
Where pigeons nest aloof
From prowling cats and men,
I count the sash and bar
Secured to granite stone,
And note the daylight gone,
Supper and silence near.
Close to the wall inside,
Immured, empty of love,
A man I have wondered of
Lies patient, vacant-eye.
A month and a day ago
He stopped his car and found
A girl on the darkening ground,
And killed her in the snow.
Beside his cell, I am told,
Hardy perennial bums
Complain till twilight comes
For hunger and for cold.
They hardly know of a day
That saw their hunger pass.
Bred to the dark, their flesh
Peacefully withers away.
The man who sits alone,
He is the one for wonder,
Who sways his fingers under
The cleanly shaven chin,
Who sees, in the shaving mirror
Pinned to the barren wall,
The uprooted ghost of all:
The simple, easy terror.
Caught between sky and earth,
Poor stupid animal,
Stripped naked to the wall,
He saw the blundered birth
Of daemons beyond sound.
Sick of the dark, he rose
For love, and now he goes
Back to the broken ground.
Now, as he grips the chain
And holds the wall, to bear
What no man ever bore,
He hears the bums complain;
But I mourn no soul but his,
Not even the bums who die,
Nor the homely girl whose cry
Crumbled his pleading kiss.
poem by James Arlington Wright
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Annunciation
'The lord appeared in a flame of fire out of the midst of a bush and behold, the bush burned with fire and the bush was not consumed.'-EXODOUS iii.2.
When to your virgin heart, unstirred, ungiven,
Upon the quiet mountainside untrod,
The sudden naked fire came down from heaven,
Burning you with the very breath of God,
Was the sun lost? Were all the sweet stars dim
While God raised round your head those walls of light?
Were you locked dumbly, terribly with Him,
Within that burning temple day and night?
What was it to have God there like a bird-
God like a great, gold flower upon your breast-
While He spake things that only one man heard,
Face down before that glory manifest?
When that strange flame went up the mountain side,
Were your forsaken lips so burned with gold
That the creatures of the wild stood off and cried,
And in your breast no blossom dared unfold?
Did you call back the startled birds to build,
And put forth all your simple buds again,
Forgetting how your branches once were filled,
In sweet embrace of passing sun and rain?
Or were all other birds forbidden sing
After those great, gold plumes had made their nest?
Was, in its strange and awful blossoming,
That great, gold flower the last upon your breast?
poem by Muriel Stuart
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Your Heart
Let me live and thrive in your heart
Let your hearts blood pulsate through my veins
For with your blood, I’ll never be the same.
Each pulse will take me to places I’ve never been before
And it will last forever more.
I will go thru twists and curves
And with each curve my love will burn.
And as the body needs the blood to survive
I need your heart around each side.
Surround me with all the love that you have to give
So that my soul can survive and live.
As I travel through each vein and artery
I feel your beauty flowing inside of me.
How can anyone s heart be so clean and pure?
Like the oceans beating against the shores.
Bringing everything to the surface
For all the world to see.
This is the love that you have given me.
Your heart is the key
That holds all knowledge and uncovers all the mysteries.
poem by Louis Rams
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