Guard-Duty
A star frightens the steeple cross
a horse gasps smoke
iron clanks drowsily
mists spread
fears
staring shivering
shivering
cajoling
whispering
You!
poem by August Stramm
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Shivering In The Dark
The lights are silenced....,
The shades are drawn...,
While waiting impatiently....,
For the dawn....,
I'm Shivering In The Dark...,
Lonely and scared....,
Shivering In The Dark...,
In the far distance...,
I hear a faint siren....,
Unlike the siren in my heart...,
Calling for you....,
While I'm shivering....,
Shivering In The Dark...,
Waiting, wondering, quivering...,
And Shivering In The Dark.
poem by Trade Martin
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Shivering And Not Singing
Cold and freezing in low degrees,
Leaving people to turn up their collars.
Mittens, earmuffs and coats of fleece,
Leaving people to turn up their collars.
And breezes seem to hollar...
'Winter's here and will slick the streets.'
Leaving people to turn up their collars.
The snow is deep and boots are needed on feet,
Leaving people to turn up their collars.
And spending more to crank up that heat...
While wrapped in blankets,
And warm bed sheets.
Oh...
Shivering and not singing in their homes.
Shivering are many doing this alone.
Winter's here and will slick the streets.'
Leaving people to turn up their collars.
And spending more to crank up that heat...
While wrapped in blankets and warm bed sheets.
And...
Shivering and not singing in their homes.
Shivering are many doing this alone.
Shivering and not singing in their homes.
Shivering are many doing this alone.
And spending more to crank up that heat...
While wrapped in blankets and warm bed sheets.
And...
Shivering and not singing in their homes.
Shivering are many doing this alone.
Oh...
Shivering and not singing in their homes.
Oh...
Shivering are many doing this alone.
Oh...
Shivering and not singing in their homes.
Oh...
Shivering are many doing this condoned!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stranger In West Lothian
As I walk alone in the Rain
Where I go, is a Lonely path
I feel alone, lost and cold
If you were me right now,
Ask yourself this...
How does it feel?
How do you feel?
Shivering alone in the rain
How does it feel?
Cos I'm Alone
And Cold Inside
Kids just won't leave be Be
they bully me day in and Out
They break Me, Belittle me
I Fell from grace, and into tears
Wish they'd leave me be
How does it feel?
How do you feel?
Shivering alone in the rain
How does it feel?
Cos I'm Alone
And Cold Inside
I feel like I am an No-One
I look to a song for solace
I feel at peace Listening
To 'Stranger In Moscow'
By Michael Jackson.
How does it feel?
How do you feel?
Shivering alone in the rain
How does it feel?
Cos I'm Alone
And Cold Inside
Like I'm A Stranger
In West Lothian
Cos I am Autistic
It goes on and On And on
It makes me feel down
How does it feel?
How do you feel?
Shivering alone in the rain
How does it feel?
Cos I'm Alone
And Cold Inside
Like Stranger in West Lothian
They see me as a danger, a nobody
How does it reaaly feel?
It makes sad and Lonely,
It really does
How does it feel?
How do you feel?
Shivering alone in the rain
How does it feel?
Cos I'm Alone
And Cold Inside
No sunny days for me
Just sad gloomy rain
I cry alone with the wind
It so sad to even bear
Baby, I am so lost inside
How does it feel?
How do you feel?
Shivering alone in the rain
How does it feel?
Cos I'm Alone
And Cold Inside
Like Stranger In West Lothian
Yeah, Stranger in West Lothian Baby
How does it feel?
How do you feel?
Shivering alone in the rain
How does it feel?
Cos I'm Alone
And Cold Inside
I only want love, and friendship
But this is harder to find,
My Autistic Way restrict me
friends of the earth, dogs, are
all I have left. call me.
How does it feel?
How do you feel?
Shivering alone in the rain
How does it feel?
Cos I'm Alone
And Cold Inside
Like Stranger In West Lothian
Yeah, Stranger in West Lothian Baby
How does it feel?
How do you feel?
Shivering alone in the rain
How does it feel?
Cos I'm Alone
And Cold Inside
How does it feel?
How do you feel?
Shivering alone in the rain
How does it feel?
Cos I'm Alone
And Cold Inside
The rain is serene
I get soaked,
my boyfriend left me
For someone else
here I am Abandoned without love
Like Stranger In West Lothian
Yeah, Stranger in West Lothian Baby
How does it feel?
How do you feel?
Shivering alone in the rain
How does it feel?
Cos I'm Alone
And Cold Inside
poem by Ashleigh Leona Mellon
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Cabinessence
Light the lamp and fire mellow,
Cabin essence timely hello,
Welcomes the time for a change.
Lost and found, you still remain there.
Youll find a meadow filled with grain there.
Ill give you a home on the range.
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
I want to watch you windblown facing
Waves of wheat for your embracing.
Folks sing a song of the grange.
Nestle in a kiss below there.
The constellations ebb and flow there.
And witness our home on the range.
Who ran the iron horse?
(truck driving man do what you can)
Who ran the iron horse?
(high-tail your load off the road)
Who ran the iron horse?
(out of night-life-its a gas man)
Who ran the iron horse?
(I dont believe I gotta grieve)
Who ran the iron horse?
(in and out of luck)
Who ran the iron horse?
(with a buck and a booth)
Who ran the iron horse?
(catchin on to the truth)
Who ran the iron horse?
(in the vast past, the last gasp)
Who ran the iron horse?
(in the land, in the dust, trust that you must)
Who ran the iron horse?
(catch as catch can)
Have you seen the grand coolie workin on the railroad?
Have you seen the grand coolie workin on the railroad?
Have you seen the grand coolie workin on the railroad?
Over and over,
The crow cries uncover the cornfield.
Over and over,
The thresher and hover the wheat field.
Over and over,
The crow cries uncover the cornfield.
Over and over,
The thresher and hover the wheat field.
Over and over,
The crow cries uncover the cornfield.
Over and over,
The thresher and hover the wheat field.
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Shivering With Passion
Shivering with passion
Shivering with passion
As soon as his lips on mine
Lust creeps up my whole spine
His large hands playing on me
All inches of body aching for more
Keep up your powerful skill
Withdraw my resistance out
To make me without any will
Just panting for him
Shivering with passion
Total body compatibility
No other way of serenity
Let it be let lust overcome
Any hidden upcoming fear
Throw and shut it out of mind
This passion is burning me blind
his touching with such dexterity
Absolute tremendous sensuality
Shivering with passion
For the moment nothing counts
Than feeling his real desire
Taking my body as part of his
Demanding responding his way
Waves of pleasures splashing
Into my very internal caves
Nobody ever did it so right
Till his soft open lips aroused mine
Shivering with passion
When starting to wet within
Asking for more to be explored
Pit in my stomach vibrations
Tongues searching to restore
Lost sensible sensations
Stretching in wonderful ways
Whole of myself arching
In pain to absolute surrender
Shivering with passion
Only once in lifetime can one find
Such a total flesh connection
This thirst and hunger of mine
To renew the encounters
More and many more times
How will I ever have the strength
To leave this outbursting lovemaking
Once consumed behind
I shall always shiver with
A certain kind of passion
When in the future surfaces
sudden warm thoughts of that
love making of the past
poem by Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel
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Lullaby
On candystripe legs spiderman comes
Softly through the shadow of the evening sun
Stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead
Looking for the victim shivering in bed
Searching out fear in the gathering gloom and
Suddenly! a movement in the corner of the
Room! and there is nothing i can do when i
Realise with freight that the spiderman is having
Me for dinner tonight
Quietly he laughs and shaking his head creeps
Closer now closer to the foot of the bed and
Softer than shadow and quicker than flies his
Arms are all around me and his tongue in my
Eyes "be still be calm be quiet now my precious
Boy don't struggle like that or i will only love
You more for it's much too late to get away or
Turn on the light the spiderman is having you
For dinner tonight"
And i feel like i'm being eaten by a thousand
Million shivering furry holes and i know that in
The morning i will wake up in the shivering cold
And the spiderman is always hungry...
song performed by by Cure
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Shivering
my hands are trembling
on your story
of a plot that vibrates
with fear
like the leaves of an aspen
one autumn breeze
like i were a child
quaking always
asking for more
like the quivering
poplar tree
my shaking knees
on shaky feet
i changed perspective
about this
shivering
i must see
the sparkling lights
from some shivering
crystals
of the chandeliers
of this
old house
where this family
of mine
still thrive
wanting to get
rid of
trembling hands
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.
quote by Arthur Rimbaud
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Revolve
I want to crawl inside your womb,
I want to watch the rose on your cheeks bloom.
I want to be the face in the moon,
And watch the stars spin around your room.
All your carefully worded letters,
And your carefully spoken words.
I will continue to evolve,
I will continue to revolve around your sun.
cause you are the only one!...
Who understands who reaches out with both hands.
And even while your fading Im just shivering and waiting.
I will continue to evolve,
I will continue to revolve around your sun.
cause you are the only one!...
I want to drink deep from your well,
I want to be the heart for which you fell.
I want to be a shooting star,
Across the heavens to be where you are.
All your carefully worded letters,
And your carefully spoken words.
I will continue to evolve,
I will continue to revolve around your sun.
cause you are the only one!...
Who understands who reaches out with both hands.
And even while your fading Im just shivering and waiting.
I will continue to evolve,
I will continue to revolve around your sun.
cause you are the only one!...
I want to crawl inside your womb,
I want to watch the rose on your cheeks bloom.
I will continue to evolve,
I will continue to revolve around your sun.
cause you are the only one!...
Who understands who reaches out with both hands.
And even while your fading Im just shivering and waiting.
Who understands who reaches out with both hands.
And even while your fading Im just shivering and waiting.
I will continue to evolve,
I will continue to revolve around your sun.
cause you are the only one!...
Time missing out.
Youre missing out.
Im missing out.
Were missing out.
You are the only one...
Time missing out.
Youre missing out.
Im missing out.
Were missing out.
You are the only one...
song performed by by Nine Days
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My Father's Hands
I see my father's hands
Long fingered, elegant beauty
Shivering tremors replacing strength
Once they held the world
Once they held my hands
Safe in their elegant length
when I first faced this world
My small hands in his
shivering tremors, giving me strength
I see my father's hands
When I look at my own
O' Lord!
the eyes full of tears
leaving behind all those cheers
trembling lips whispering in ears
O' Lord help me!
shivering soul full of grief
for all those irrefutable mischives
but with a cryptic relief
O' Lord help me
answers there are three
for him, you and me
dont let your heart flee
great Lord will help us thee
poem by Gule Rukhsar
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Spur Of Moment
Come to me in my dreams and hold me, kiss me, burn me away.
You are composed of kindness and colour,
You sing sweet notes of comfort to me.
Don't walk away, i need to be there for you.
Come to me in my dreams and hold me, kiss me, burn me away.
Shivering in a hot bath, steam rises slowly
As love evaporates
The shoal of the gilled clutter around the ocean carpet,
I swim alone, the outcast ocean fish.
Take all my sins and beat them into me for the wreck i am.
Come to me in my dreams and hold me, kiss me, burn me away.
Shivering in a hot bath, steam rises slowly
As love evaporates
My skin is raw, and my eyes they sting,
and my, my heart shivers and my stomach hurts.
But you take away my pain and make my life content.
You are my meaning, my eyes open.
My library of gold, i could read you forever.
Come to me in my dreams and hold me, kiss me, burn me away.
Shivering in a hot bath, steam rises slowly
As love evaporates.
song performed by by Inme
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Naked...
Naked and alone,
Shivering in the darkness,
Mocked by love it's self,
Emptiness fills every corner,
Heart saturated by grief,
Desperately trying to call out,
Lonely and abandoned,
Only death may liberate me now...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Song Of Futureless Ecstasy
Googled truths diversied into the world of masked hands
No ells in the hole of humanity born out of shivering grounds
Call your own name the storyless comfort zone
Chinto the blahole of starry nights
without devout cult for the welfare of warring smoke
On the face of todayness
February
THE trees stand brown against the gray,
The shivering gray of field and sky;
The mists wrapt round the dying day
The shroud poor days wear as they die:
Poor day, die soon, who lived in vain,
Who could not bring my Love again!
Down in the garden breezes cold
Dead rustling stalks blow chill between;
Only, above the sodden mould,
The wallflower wears his heartless green
As though still reigned the rose-crowned year
And summer and my Love were here.
The mists creep close about the house,
The empty house, all still and chill;
The desolate and trembling boughs
Scratch at the dripping window sill:
Poor day lies drowned in floods of rain,
And ghosts knock at the window pane.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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In France They Say Only Pianists Are Shot
I saw there in the field
Far away from town
The people were killed
I saw the horses in the dust
I saw there in the filed
Far away from town
They whipped the plants
I heard the shots in an empty distance
I saw there in the field
Far away from town
Saw people trembling
Shivering with fear
I heard them whispering
‘In France, they say, only pianists are shot.’
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Come To Me And Be My Morning Sunshine
come to me and be my morning sunshine
i slipped on a mossy stone
and fell upon
a deep river
and i almost drowned
and i am wet
and i am shivering
and i am alone
that night, that cold damp night
when i almost died
without you
and so i wish that you will come to me and be my sun
that you may spread your arms like sunshine
that i may live
that i may still profess my love
though unloved, betrayed, and so foolish
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Iron Cross
THEY pass, with heavy eyes and hair,
Before the Christ upon the Cross,
The Nations, stricken with their loss,
And lifting faces of despair.
What is the prayer they pray to Him,
Christ Jesus on the Iron Cross?
The Christ, neglected, dark with moss,
Whose hands are pierced, whose face is grim.
Is it forgiveness for great sin
They plead before the Iron Cross?
Or for some gift of gold or dross?
Or battle lost, that they would win?
With eyes where hate and horror meet,
They pass before the Iron Cross,
The Cross, that ancient words emboss,
Where hangs the Christ with nail-pierced feet.
His hair is fallen on his face.
His head hangs sidewise from the Cross —
The Crucified, who knows all loss,
And had on Earth no resting place.
'O world of men,' he seems to say,
'Behold me on your Iron Cross!
To me why kneel and tell your loss?
Why kneel to me and weep and pray?
'Have I not taught you to forgive?
And bade you from my Iron Cross
Believe, and bear your grief and loss,
That after death you too may live?
'You have not followed at my call!
You keep me on this Iron Cross,
And pray me keep you from all loss,
And save and comfort you withal.—
'You ask for love, and hate the more! —
You keep me on this Iron Cross!—
Restore to me my greater loss,
The brotherhood of rich and poor.'
They pass, with weary eyes and hair,
Before the Christ upon the Cross —
The Nations, wailing of their loss,
And lifting faces of despair.
poem by Madison Julius Cawein
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Epithalamium
A bee in the field. The house on the mountain
reveals itself to have been there through summer.
It's not a bee but a horse eating frosted grass
in the yawn light. Secrets, the anguish of smoke
above the chimney as it shreds what it's learned
of fire. The horse has moved, it's not a horse
but a woman doing the stations of the cross
with a dead baby in her arms. The anguish of the house
as it reveals smoke to the mountain. A woman
eating cold grass in Your name, shredding herself
like fire. The woman has stopped, it's not a woman
but smoke on its knees keeping secrets in what it reveals.
The everything has moved, it's not everything
but a shredding of the anguish of names. The marriage
of light: particle to wave. Do you take? I do.
It was cold
It was cold
It was cold
I saw her
She saw me
I was alone
She was alone
I was shivering
She was shivering
I needed warmth
She needed warmth
I moved little
She moved little
I moved more
She moved more
I could feel
Her warmth
She could feel
My warmth
She was not alone
I was not alone
To hell with the cold
we both were warm
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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