Dearest, this one day we own
DEAREST, this one day we own,
Stolen from the crowd and press,
Let it be sweet silence's.
We two, heart in heart, alone;
Any speech were less.
We are weary, even thus,
Talk might turn to discontent
Else be practised merriment:
Earth and sky will speak for us
Nearer as we meant.
We two in the stillness, dear,
Fair dreams come without our quest;
Not to talk of life is best.
Ah, our holiday is here,Let it all be rest.
poem by Augusta Davies Webster
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Optimism
Talk happiness. The world is sad enough
Without your woes. No path is wholly rough;
Look for the places that are smooth and clear,
And speak of those, to rest the weary ear
Of Earth, so hurt by one continuous strain
Of human discontent and grief and pain.
Talk faith. The world is better off without
Your uttered ignorance and morbid doubt.
If you have faith in God, or man, or self,
Say so. If not, push back upon the shelf
Of silence all your thoughts, till faith shall come;
No one will grieve because your lips are dumb.
Talk health. The dreary, never-changing tale
Of mortal maladies is worn and stale.
You cannot charm, or interest, or please
By harping on that minor chord, disease.
Say you are well, or all is well with you,
And God shall hear your words and make them true.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Speech
Talk happiness. The world is sad enough
Without your woe. No path is wholly rough.
Look for the places that are smooth and clear,
And speak of them to rest the weary ear
Of earth; so hurt by one continuous strain
Of mortal discontent and grief and pain.
Talk faith. The world is better off without
Your uttered ignorance and morbid doubt.
If you have faith in God, or man, or self,
Say so; if not, push back upon the shelf
Of silence all your thoughts ‘till faith shall come.
No one will grieve because your lips are dumb.
Talk health. The dreary, never-ending tale
Of mortal maladies is worn and stale;
You cannot charm or interest or please
By harping on that minor chord disease.
Say you are well, or all is well with you,
And God shall hear tour words and make them true.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Silence and Talking
You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts
You cannot stand the solitude of your heart, so you speak out
Indeed, you talk from fear of being alone,
Sound becomes a diversion and a pass-time
The silence of aloneness reveals your naked self, so you seek escape
You talk without knowledge revealing truth you do not understand
When you meet a friend let spirit guide your lips and direct speech
Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of his ear;
His soul will know the truth from your heart
Like the taste of wine remembered,
When the color is forgotten and the vessel is no more
poem by Ray Lucero
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Edward
HEAVY is my trembling heart, mine own love, my dearest,
Heavy as the hearts whose love is poured in vain;
All the bright day I watch till thou appearest,
All the long night I dream of thee again.
When the whisp'ring summer breeze is waving o'er me lightly,
When the moaning winter winds their wail of sadness make;
Then dearest, then, thine image riseth brightly,
I am weary of my life, for Edward's sake.
When in the halls of light, all bright and happy faces,
Smiling turn to greet a friend, and wander on
Far through the distant crowd, my heart thy proud form traces,
My eye is sadly fixed on thee alone.
When that dear, familiar voice, some careless word hath spoken,
When thy brow a moment bends, a cold farewell to take;
Then, dearest, then, my heart is well nigh broken,
I am weary of my life, for Edward's sake.
Oh, Edward! dark my doom!--this heart will love for ever,
Though thou wilt never share its joy or pain,
Thine eye will turn to mine, and meet its glance, but never
Beam fondly back on hers who loves in vain.
But when weary life is o'er, and in the grave I'm lying,
(Silently a woman's heart should hide its love and break; )
Then, dearest, then, some voice shall tell thee, sighing,
How weary was my life to me, for Edward's sake.
poem by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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Some things are better unspoken
I sit with my silence
Sit down for a talk
Silence dressed in Grey
Does not want to talk
I stare intently into
Her eyes, she looks down
She has something to hide
'Silence why don't you speak'
I persuade, she shakes her
Head from side to side
With tears in her eyes,
'Hush! don't cry my dear,
You will talk only
When you want to, till then
Silence, be as you are'.
poem by Reshma Ramesh
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Talk To Me
Talk to me
Talk to me
Ooo I love the things you say
Talk to me
Talk to me
In your own
Sweet gentle way
Let me hear
Tell me dear
Tell me oooo
You love me so
Talk to me
Talk to me
Tell me what
I want to know
The many ways
You speak of love
Ive heard before
But it sounds so good
Everytime
Please say the one part
I love once more
Comes from tallahassee
Shes got a high flyin chasiss
Makin looks a little sassy
But to me shes real classy
Yeah my tallahassee lassie
Down in ? ? ? ? ?
Talk to me
Talk to me
Hold me close
Whisper low
Talk to me
Baby cant you see
Oh darlin i
I love you so
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Licia Sonnets 37
I speak, fair Licia, what my torments be,
But then my speech too partial do I find;
For hardly words can with those thoughts agree,
Those thoughts that swarm in such a troubled mind.
Then do I vow my tongue shall never speak
Nor tell my grief that in my heart doth lie;
But cannon-like, I then surcharged do break,
And so my silence worse than speech I try.
Thus speech or none, they both do breed my care;
I live dismayed, and kill my heart with grief;
In all respects my case alike doth fare
To him that wants, and dare not ask relief.
Then you, fair Licia, sovereign of my heart,
Read to yourself my anguish and my smart.
poem by Giles Fletcher The Elder
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That's What I'm Talking About
Turn on the radio, turn on my T.V
They're talking bout war They're talking bout peace
Talking bout you talking bout me
The way we ought to act the way we ought to be
They talk about stars and the latest syles
They don't talk about much that seem worthwile Meanwhile..
(Chorus:)
Me and my baby slip under the covers
Get away from the world and whatever other stuff is
Going on and start to working on
A little heart to heart mouth to mouth
Thats what I'm talking about
All of our neighbors and most of our friends
They talk about Tiger who's out and who's in
American Idol and who's gonna win
They talk about politics with their own little spin
Let'em have their opinions, let'em speak their minds
Let'em talk about the weather cause come rain or shine
(Chorus)
song performed by by John Michael Montgomery
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In The Forest
HERE, O my heart, let us burn the dear dreams that are dead,
Here in this wood let us fashion a funeral pyre
Of fallen white petals and leaves that are mellow and red,
Here let us burn them in noon's flaming torches of fire.
We are weary, my heart, we are weary, so long we have borne
The heavy loved burden of dreams that are dead, let us rest,
Let us scatter their ashes away, for a while let us mourn;
We will rest, O my heart, till the shadows are gray in the west.
But soon we must rise, O my heart, we must wander again
Into the war of the world and the strife of the throng;
Let us rise, O my heart, let us gather the dreams that remain,
We will conquer the sorrow of life with the sorrow of song.
poem by Sarojini Naidu
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Talking.... (Who Listens?)
even the silence of the night talks,
small children talk in their dreams;
old people talk staring out windows...
trees talk shedding leaves,
empty buildings talk to ghosts;
dead bones talk to the wind...
the wind talks those who mourn.
the hungry talk to their oppressors,
the prisoner talks to the walls.
the desperate talk to the noose,
lovers talk with simple touch.
soldiers talk to their fears,
the unborn talk to our decisions.
the moon talks to the night,
and the night talks to the dawn.
the soul of man talks,
and calls it god.
the conscience talks to the heart.
death talks to the living....
who listens?
who really hears?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Dont Talk To Me About Work
A perfect day to get out of bed
Shower, dress, shave, kiss you on the head
Then I hit the office and my head starts to swim
A perfect day to just walk around
See a violent movie, check the sounds
But even on the street
When I hear a phone ring my heart starts to beat
When I get home I dont want you to speak
Dont talk to me about work
Please dont talk to me about work
Im up to my eyeballs in dirt
With work, with work
How many dollars, how many sales
How many liars, how many tales
How many insults must you take in this one life
Im in prison most of the day
So please excuse me, if I get this way
But I have got obligations to keep
So be very careful when you speak
Dont talk to me about work
Please dont talk to me about work
Im up to my eyeballs in dirt
With work, with work
Please dont talk to me about work
Dont you talk to me about work
Im up to my eyeballs in dirt
With work, with work
Dont talk to me about work
Dont you talk to me about work
Dont you talk to me about work
Please dont talk to me about work
Dont you talk to me about work
Please dont talk to me about work
Dont you talk to me about work
Please dont talk to me about work
Dont you talk to me about work
Please dont talk to me about work
...
song performed by by Lou Reed
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I Wanna Be With You
I want you
I want to walk with you
I want to talk
I want to talk to you
My heart wants
My heart wants your heart.
Will you walk
Will you walk with me
Will you talk
Will you talk to me
Your heart wants
Your heart wants my heart.
When all is set
Why you wanna leave
My lady you are mine
My dear am always yours.
poem by Abhimanyu Kumar.s
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If My Heart Could Only Talk
Walter samuels / leonard whitcup / teddy powell
If my heart could only talk
Heaven would be mine
If my heart could only talk
Life would be divine
You would hear my song of love so tender
It would thrill you until you willingly surrender
If my heart could only talk
Dreams would all come true
neath the starlight I would walk
Hand in hand with you
I would have to seek your lips
Thrill you to your fingertips
If my heart could onlitalk
If my heart could only talk
Dreams would all come true
neath the starlight I would walk
Hand in hand with you
I would have to seek your lips
Thrill you to your fingertips
If my heart could only talk
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Angel She Is.
she is everything to me in this world her pure heart of gold and her smile that in which can brighten even the darkest of places in this universe her name so pretty so sweet to say to think and dream and know her would be the best thing ever in this life i know we speak very little or not at all but i think of her and want her to know that her soul is like that golden treasure one worth searching and endangering ones life for in the end to just be with her and talk and hang out with her would be one adventure id risk life and death for wen i talk to her i feel like nothing else in this world matters only when i talk to her.
poem by Dorian Suchelle
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Trapped...
I am as free as an angel in flight,
Yet I am unable to fly to the heavens.
I yearn to tell of the storm in my heart,
Yet each word I speak is stolen in silence.
I long to reach out to you and hold you,
Yet I have become frozen in time.
I need you to hear the song in my heart,
Yet my heart now sings in silence.
I have a burning desire to make you mine,
Yet I just dont know how to light that flame.
I have become trapped by my own fears,
Yet still this dreamers dreams live vividly.
My dreams of being with you seem to have ended.
Yet in all of life, there is no ending...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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SSSShhh
In my mind I talk of love, but love does not talk of me
In silence we love, in silence we art free
When there is nothing going on around
That is when there is something sweet in our sound
Silence, silence, is our love
The silence of all secret love
Where charm insinuates
And our words dissipates
Into tender looks of affection
In silence are love is perfection
My love speak forever more
As I sit here and stare and silently adore!
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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After Talking to a Friend
oblique statements...
with silent heart
do you talk to me
or perhaps you are not willing to speak
my Friend
do you hide
words of friendship
your wounded pride
fascination...
with song
poetry
color
human being
oblique statements
perhaps silence
mysteries
read with the heart
and only before God
opened
the world arranges in a beautiful way
show a particle of it
do not conceal it
God
thank you for this talk
silence
it is
and shall remain
beautiful
silence
(transl. Annaya Chomczyk)
poem by Dorota Szumilas
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I Wanna Talk About Me !
Uh huh, thats right
We talk about your work, how your boss is a jerk,
We talk about your church and your head when it hurts.
We talk about the troubles youve been havin wit your brother
bout your daddy and your mother and your crazy ex-lover.
We talk about your friends and the places that youve been,
We talk about your skin and the dimples on your chin.
The polish on your toes and the run in your hose,
And God knows were gonna talk about your clothes.
You know talkin about you makes me smile, but every once in a while,
I wanna talk about me, I wanna talk about i
Wanna talk about number 1 oh my, me, my,
What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see.
I like talkin about you, you, you, you usually, but occasionally
I wanna talk about me! (me, me, me,) I wanna talk about me-e-e. (me, me, me)
We talk about your dreams and we talk about your schemes,
Your high school team and your moisturizer cream.
We talk about your nana up in muntzi, indiana,
We talk about your grandma down in alabama.
We talk about your guys of every shape and size,
The ones that you despize and the ones you idolize.
We talk about your heart, bout your brains and your smarts,
And your medical charts and when you start.
You know talkin about you makes me grin, but every now and then,
I wanna talk about me, I wanna talk about i,
Wanna talk about number 1 oh my, me, my.
What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see.
I like talkin about you, you, you, you usually, but occasionally
I wanna talk about me! (me, me, me,) I wanna talk about me-e-e (me, me, me)
(I wanna talk about me) mmmm me, me, me, me, me
(I wanna talk about me) mmmm me, me, me, me, me
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you,
I wanna talk about me!
I wanna talk about me, I wanna talk about i,
Wanna talk about number 1 oh my, me, my.
What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see,
Oh I like talkin about you, you, you, you usually, but occasionally,
I wanna talk about me! (me, me, me) I wanna talk about me-e-e
I wanna talk about me! (me, me, me) no me-e-e! (me, me, me)
song performed by by Toby Keith
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Zen
i take to call him zen
i talk talk to zen like
to all the nature around me
zen can you talk back to me
there is a pause and i say
zen can you talk back to me
silence like the silence of nature
are you dead or alive?
i am such a bewildered dweller
i talk to zen like i do to
all the nature around me
nature do you have a mouth
talk back to me
silence
then this tranquil feel
this feel of zen reacting to all nature, to me
but no talk, just silence
then i say zen
well if you let me do all the talking?
zen zen zen i know you will one day
be more cruel, do the leaving,
not a sigh, not a word
so why dont you talk to me now?
i talk to nature hoping it will talk back to me
but like zen, it is all quiet, silence
i even pull his leg, i say zen you have
sprouted a mole, a wrinkle, a line here and there
and i say you are smart and i suddenly
feel a contentment manoevres him a little
but then i ask again, and again
zen is it my own ego boiling over?
zen, zen please tell me
till then you may stay the way you are
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Talk To Me
When I see you, girl you turn my head, you make me dizzy
I get a good vibration
When I look into your big blue eyes, I start to quiver and shake
I get a strange sensation
When you walk by me you strut around, you make me crazy, I get no relaxation
Talk to me, talk to me, all I want is a little conversation
Talk to me, talk to me, all I want is a little conversation, talk to me
People tell me that you run around and that youre no good
You got a bad reputation
I dont care what all the people say, you know they talk too much
Its a fascination
All I wanna do is talk to you and maybe go out, and form some kind of relation
So talk to me, talk to me, all I want is a little conversation
Talk to me, talk to me, all I want is a little conversation
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me, talk to me - why dont you
Talk to me - cmon and talk to me
I just wanna talk to you
Girl I wish you knew the way I felt, you think Im silly, that its infatuation
So we better get together soon, because I need you girl
I cant stand the frustration, so
Talk to me, talk to me, all I want is a little conversation
Talk to me, talk to me, all I want is a little conversation
Talk to me, talk to me, all I want is a little conversation
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me, talk to me - why dont you
Talk to me - cmon and talk to me
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me - I just wanna talk to you
(repeats out)
song performed by by Kiss
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