Fingertips
I remember standing
on top of a mountain,
like some ancient god
with world beneath me.
The splendour and the sorrow
stretched out at my fingertips.
Able to grant great beauty
or to grant great sorrow
with the touch of a fingertip.
On this plateau,
cool air encircled me
and I smiled to my self,
as I stood alone for a moment
able to touch the heavens
with my fingertips.
16 February 2011
poem by David Harris
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Sensual
Fingertips
That brush my lips
That graze across
My closed eyelids
And tingle-dance
down my spine
In tactile touch
So damned divine
Fingertips
That brush my lips
Caress also
My mind
Like feathers touch
Breath held…too much!
So fiercely soft…like fingertips
dipped gently in white wine
poem by David Whalen
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Sorrow Under Mist
Mist -
Giving wispy vapour to the breath,
Cool calm to autumn afternoons,
A hovering air of mysticism
Over brooding lakes -
Was different here,
Affording company, closeness -
A caring arm around her shoulders.
In the eyes, a once-clear oceanic blue
Wavered under water -
Tears telling torrid truths
She couldn't face -
Like the glowering image in the mirror
You don't see in your mind's eye
Of compensation; delusion.
We see her sitting on the concrete steps
That led down to the dew-laden garden.
She's peering up, sensing her diffuse companion,
Refreshing in its chill; giving crispness
To the stealth of dulling evening.
But the bite of air couldn't lift the sorrow
Of pale youth in love,
Shouldered by a not-in-love and scoffing eye.
Rejection hurt;
Hurts -
Wrenches deep -
Emotion that we can't deny!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
Sorrow Rain
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Hear God's Call sung to Bond's Thunderball theme
Love is the meaning we're alive!
Love shares so others may survive!
Love cares for this world, lost souls and all!
So it lives to hear God's call!
Love lifts the spirits just to bless!
Love's gifts grant more than happiness!
They won't make us sinners doomed to fall!
For love lives to hear God's call!
Any wisdom love learns pure gold
That's meant not just for one to hold!
Love's like a kiss upon your lips!
Love's touch is more than fingertips!
Yet love's sure, here's the first great truth of all!
So love lives to hear God's call!
poem by Denis Martindale
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Hear God's Call!
Love is the meaning we're alive!
Love shares so others may survive!
Love cares for this world, lost souls and all!
So it lives to hear God's call!
Love lifts the spirits just to bless!
Love's gifts grant more than happiness!
They won't make us sinners doomed to fall!
For love lives to hear God's call!
Any wisdom love learns pure gold
That's meant not just for one to hold!
Love's like a kiss upon your lips!
Love's touch is more than fingertips!
Yet love's sure, here's the first great truth of all!
So love lives to hear God's call!
poem by Denis Martindale
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Memorable
I remember your eyes and your smile,
I remember the beauty of your face,
I remember where I thought about taking you,
I remember imagining that special place,
I remember how you would laugh
And bring your hand up to your lips,
I remember the gentle touch of your skin
When you touched me with your fingertips,
I remember how you held me close
When I asked you if I may have a dance,
I remember when we talked about
How we were brought together by chance
I remember when I would look up at you,
I remember how you would smile at me,
I remember how nervous I would get
Whenever it was you that I'd see,
I remember how our eyes would lock
And neither of our heads could turn away,
No, I can forget what I remember,
I'll remember it all until my dying day.
poem by Alex F. Chavez
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Memorable
I remember your eyes and your smile,
I remember the beauty of your face,
I remember where I thought about taking you,
I remember imagining that special place,
I remember how you would laugh
And bring your hand up to your lips,
I remember the gentle touch of your skin
When you touched me with your fingertips,
I remember how you held me close
When I asked you if I may have a dance,
I remember when we talked about
How we were brought together by chance
I remember when I would look up at you,
I remember how you would smile at me,
I remember how nervous I would get
Whenever it was you that I'd see,
I remember how our eyes would lock
And neither of our heads could turn away,
No, I can forget what I remember,
I'll remember it all until my dying day.
Alex F. Chavez
poem by suchul Jin
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Grant Us Peace, Father of Abraham, Isaac and Ishmael
Grant us peace,
that we may not oppress our neighbors
Grant us justice,
that we may not enslave our neighbors
Grant us sanity,
that we may not torture our neighbors
Grant us mercy,
that we may not murder our neighbors
Grant us conscience
that we may not expel our neighbors
Grant us love,
that we may hunger for truth
Grant us discernment
that we may know what is ours, and what is not
Grant us decency
that we may return what we stole
Grant us courage
that we may admit what we’ve done
Give us strength to atone.
Ask only
that we end our silence.
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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Cool Touch
Writers: leo sayer & alan tarney
Hanging out with the nighttime clientele
Place your ladder for the social climb
Same old routine that you know so well
Another opening and another line
Its the cool touch
Yeah the cool touch
Call your lover on the mobile phone
Cmon over well have some fun
Leave a message sayin theres no one home
I guess the good times just begun
Its the cool touch
Yeah the cool touch
Cool touch--too much--its too muich
Too much--cool touch--or not enough
Cool touch--too much--too much
Too much--cool touch--its not enough
Take me take me to the sky above
Fool me fool me with your words of love
Cool touch--too much
Now shes reclined in the back of the sports car
Champagne and glasses he slips right in
No passing stranger couldve torn them two apart
Some games you play and you just cant help but win
The cool touch
Yeah the cool touch
Cool touch--too much--its too much
Too much--cool touch--its not enough
Take me take me to the sky above
Fool me fool me with these words of love
Cool touch--too much
A wind is blowing through this get rich town
She wraps the fur round her pretty waist
He feels a shiver as he grips the wheel
Feeling strangely out of place
Bring me bring someone I can trust
All this glitters just a bag of dust
Cool touch--too much--its too much
Too much--cool touch--its not enough
I had enough of this cool touch
Kids stuff
But I cant get enough
song performed by by Leo Sayer
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Joy
Though joy is better than sorrow joy is not great;
Peace is great, strength is great.
Not for joy the stars burn, not for joy the vulture
Spreads her gray sails on the air
Over the mountain; not for joy the worn mountain
Stands, while years like water
Trench his long sides. 'I am neither mountain nor bird
Nor star; and I seek joy.'
The weakness of your breed: yet at length quietness
Will cover those wistful eyes.
poem by Robinson Jeffers
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Much That I Remember About You
I remember you
I remember the first time I saw you
Looking up and there you were, an angel on earth
It occurred when I didn’t expect it, wasn’t looking
Seeing you and thinking that you were pretty
Seeing you and wondering why, afterwards, I
Remember you more now
I remember your voice
I remember the first time I heard and it enchanted me
Dulcet tones playing hypnotic music disguised as a woman’s voice
It happened in conversation, in the harmony of all you spoke
Hearing the coy happiness in the words we shared
Hearing the smile in your tone so that I
Remember your voice now
I remember your eyes
I remember the first time I became lost in them
How it was a time when our eyes met in more than just a glance
It happened in a moment, together with you
Seeing in your eyes more than just a casual interest
Seeing in your eyes myself and us which is why I
Remember your eyes now
I remember your skin
I remember the first time I felt the touch of your skin
When your fingertips brushed mine in flirting invitation
It flashed in a moment, skin to skin
Feeling the electricity of your touch, your skin against mine
Feeling the heat passing between us as I
Remember the feel of your skin now
I remember how you made me feel
I remember the first time I admitted to myself
What I felt for you was more than just friendship
It came in a moment, talking with you
Realizing that every thought of you made me smile
Realizing that each smile made me
Remember even more how you made me feel
I remember why I fell for you
I remember this all the time now
The memory comes in thoughts, your voice, your eyes
It happens in every moment these days, loving you
Knowing that what happened between us is a good beginning
Knowing that we could be much more always helps me
Remember constantly why I fell in love with you
poem by David Terry
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My Canadian Chronicles 10
I have always had a dream
of one day seeing
one of nature’s natural wonders
whose snowy fingers
reach out to touch the sky.
Yesterday on Tuesday the 9th June 2009,
I was taken to see them
and their magical awesome beauty
by my dear friend and her family.
At first sight, my mouth fell open
as their magic captured me.
I wanted to see them
even if it was from afar,
but can you imagine my excitement
of actually standing on one of them.
No words can describe the thrill I felt
just standing there looking down
at the world beneath my feet.
I was speechless to say the least.
Captured by the awesome beauty
from everywhere I looked.
My dream was now reality,
the wonder in the palm of my hand.
The moments I captured on film
no one will really understand.
We live in a world of treasures
and these mountains are one of them.
Their splendour and their beauty
will always remain with me.
10 June 2009
poem by David Harris
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Writer's Block Again?
i
read my lips
i have lots of words in there
open my heart
there are more
ii
do not touch
my fingertips
you may get
burned
by the fire of
my words
please do not
i told you
you see
you are bitten
iii
be gentle
with our distance
touch me
not
i am this little
butterfly
let me flutter
over your head
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Who Wants To Live Forever
Words and music by brian may
Theres no time for us
Theres no place for us
What is this thing that builds our dreams yet slips away
From us
Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever....?
Theres no chance for us
Its all decided for us
This world has only one sweet moment set aside for us
Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever?
Who dares to love forever?
When love must die
But touch my tears with your lips
Touch my world with your fingertips
And we can have forever
And we can love forever
Forever is our today
Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever?
Forever is our today
Who waits forever anyway?
song performed by by Queen
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The Wish
Should some great angel say to me to-morrow,
“Thou must re-tread thy pathway from the start,
But God will grant, in pity, for thy sorrow,
Some one dear wish, the nearest to thy heart.’
This were my wish! from my life’s dim beginning
Let be what has been! wisdom planned the whole;
My want, my woe, my errors, and my sinning,
All, all were needed lessons for my soul.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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You Live In The World's Wonderland
You live in the world's wonderland
You are a queen on the moon's sand
Come down to my dear motherland
I want to touch your tender hand
I know baby you are out there
I want to touch your golden hair
Will you become so near and dear?
True love has got no place for fear
I know you look really nice
I want to stare at your blue eyes
I will knock out the other guys
If they want to ask for your price
The world is at your fingertips
I want to kiss your painted lips
I want to taste love's all the sips
Babe will you make busy my hips?
poem by Asif Andalib
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As If...
I touch your hand and
...am made happy.
As if my sorrow
has had a makeover.
As if my sorrow
won the lotto.
As if my sorrow
had a sexchange
and become the happiness
it always knew it was.
As if my sorrow
found religion
and converted itself
into happiness.
The joy of you
flows through me
and I light up like a light bulb.
As if...
As if...
poem by Dee Wright
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Tender Is My Touch
Tender is my touch,
I know.
Although my balled fists...
When unclenched,
Reveals a gentleness
Of my fingertips.
Each day I grow,
With patience that comes.
From my head to my heart...
Masquerading yet welcomed.
All obstacles faced...
Are not completely removed.
Of this I am aware.
But none of this,
Is deserving for either one of us...
For me to prove to you.
There is more inside me than conflict.
And as I grow,
I'm more willing to show it.
Since I too wish for more happiness.
But how can I desire for more peace to thrive...
If I expose only resistence.
Without expressing how I feel inside.
And you are not aware I hide.
When only my exterior...
Reveals that strong side,
Of a need to carry my pride outside.
Tender is my touch,
I know.
Although my balled fists...
When unclenched,
Reveals a gentleness
Of my fingertips.
Come closer...
Come.
And be a witness to it!
Hold me.
I too have fears.
But I'm wishing them not to exist like this.
Come closer...
Come.
And be a witness to it!
Sit and let's develop trust.
We can if this is what we wish.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Innocence...
With great shadow on the sandy beach,
The sun falls beneath our glance.
As we sit there staring at the ocean’s reach,
I find such sweet romance…
Shifting my hand with some uncertainty,
We touch and seal our fingertips.
Searching for courage with humility,
I dream of her love upon my lips.
Through tremendous grace, passion, and desire,
I peer into her eyes filled with affection and strength.
Looking, in a trance upon the mighty fire,
We lock lips with everlasting length.
The tide was high on that perfect night,
With moon enriched of romance in its flight.
poem by Jacob Anthony Garcia
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On A Plateau Leaving
On a plateau leaving...
Are those who stood by to warn,
And 'suggest'...
Times to leave behind,
Limiting and upsetting pettiness...
Would overnight,
Be as useless as a waste of breath.
On a plateau leaving,
Are those who have achieved...
A higher consciousness.
And not one is looking to find,
Anyone from fading times...
Who did not have this addressed.
On a plateau leaving,
Are those in a new state of mind.
And...
On a plateau leaving,
Those who are commited to defeat and confine.
And...
On a plateau leaving,
Are those in a new state of mind.
And...
On a plateau leaving.
On a plateau leaving.
On a plateau leaving,
Are those in a new state of mind.
And...
On a plateau leaving,
Those who are commited to defeat and confine.
And...
On a plateau leaving,
Are those in a new state of mind.
And...
On a plateau leaving.
On a plateau leaving.
Yes...
On a plateau leaving,
Are those in a new state of mind.
And...
On a plateau leaving.
On a plateau leaving behind.
And...
On a plateau leaving.
On a plateau leaving
On a plateau leaving,
Are those in a new state of mind.
And...
On a plateau leaving.
On a plateau leaving.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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