The Magic Time
Soft guitar music fills the air,
with a lilting romantic tune,
we had never heard before.
Meanwhile a singer sings a song,
of loves first kiss,
and bodies entwined,
within their first embrace.
In the heavens above the moon,
has a smile on his face,
as he looks down on the lovers,
the stars wink,
and leaves rustle in the warm breeze,
as we walk arm in arm,
through the shadows of the trees.
The courting lane where lovers go,
to be on their own,
away from the big angry world.
Somewhere, where they can forget,
all the troubles of the day,
remaining and enjoying the serenity of it all,
locked in each other’s arms.
The magic time,
between the dark and the daylight,
with no faltering paths to cross,
no storm clouds overhead,
just the warm breeze to ruffle the hair,
and loving eyes,
into which to stare.
poem by David Harris
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Moon And Stars Above
A candle flickers
as the night breeze descends
casting shadows on the wall
of things we never saw.
They dance to the gentle rhythm
created by the breeze
as the clouds of evening
begin to gather in the sky.
Young lovers walk under
the moon and stars above
to kiss and cuddle in profusion
under the nearest tree.
Slowly night closes in
as the night chorus serenade
the young lovers
under the moon and stars above.
All too soon, they are parted
as night turns into day
and they have to wait again
until the night chorus signal
another close of day.
6 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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Harmless Gossip
An avenue of stately trees
whose branches meet high overhead
exchanging gossip with the breeze.
This is the way that rumours spread.
When lovers stroll beneath the moon.
The trees observe their every move.
They dance to day to the same tune
their forbears danced to when in love.
Though fashions change, some things do not.
The trees have seen it all before.
All that they’ve seen is not forgot
but added the their growing store
of gossip which the trees then share
with every passing breeze that blows.
The trees will spread it everywhere
to all and sundry I suppose.
Be very careful what you do.
Although no one can see.
Know that the trees are watching you
and they will share quite happily.
Everything that they have seen
with any breeze that happens by.
With consequences unforeseen
By trees and breeze or you and I.
When strolling in a moon lit glade
Beware the moons soft silver rays.
That stir the blood of man and maid
to think this is the time and place.
19/09/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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A Warm Summer Breeze
The trees whisper in the breeze
The forest peaceful, quiet, and serene.
The warm breeze like a soft caress,
Momentarily eliminating all stress.
Without delay it carries on
Leaving the place in silence when it's gone.
A summer day, a summer breeze,
Softly whispered through the trees.
The summer breeze, softly it comes,
Quickly it leaves,
Causing soft whispers in the trees.
It came and soon left, a warm summer breeze.
poem by Theo Townend
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How Sweet Love Is
To meet her and instantly be in her arms.
Holding her kissing her feeling her presence.
Is passionate romantic stuff Hollywood movies sell on.
Within minutes to be stripping naked
while still holding touching kissing
tripping on magic of precious moments;
finally in your lovers arms after five days absence;
is the great joy of a true compassionate love.
The taste of your lovers lips
the feel of her soft skin
the caressing of her soft golden hair;
as you run your fingers softly through;
the embrace of her warm naked body
all contribute to the magic of this
the first magic moments of our meeting
the eager anticipated heat of our greeting;
our souls and our bodies are ever seeking;
the way back to our partners heat and presence.
Oh our sweet our love is.
Oh our sweet our heat is.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Fresh
Magical twisted river winding through the land before time
Silhouettes of lovers dancing on the sands
The birds first break of chourus into the morning light
And the first kiss of the sun on trees extracting from them glorious shades of green
Fresh is the kiss of the young lovers as they stand holding hands
Fresh is the morning breeze briskly brushing through their hair
Fresh the first sip of crystal waters scooped lovingly into his hand
Fresh her lips pressed against his in an embrace of innocence
The scent of her more than any man in his lifetime can imagine
His masucline features more than any young girl could resist
As they press themselves closer together entwined they realise
On this first day of forever this is the beginning of time
New love and creation set forth on this day of days
The whole world seemingly new and refreshed with most astounding simplicity
Carefree as the wind they walk together
This is eternity this is the beginning this is the end, this is their time
Fresh is the kiss of the young lovers as they stand holding hands
Fresh is the morning breeze briskly brushing through their hair
Fresh the first sip of crystal waters scooped lovingly into his hand
Fresh her lips pressed against his in an embrace of innocence
poem by Nikki Hays
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Gentle Sigh
There is a gentle sigh
as a warm summer evening calls
and lovers slip away
to their hideaways.
The stars twinkle bright
playing peek-a-boo with the moon
and not a stirring word is heard,
except the gentle sigh
that inherits the breeze
that faintly rustles the leaves
on a warm summer evening
just before darkness calls.
The world sings a hushaby melody
to children tucked in their bed
waiting for the sandman to call
and for a few minutes,
everything is still
listening to the gentle sigh
when warm summer evenings call.
poem by David Harris
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A Special Day
Today is for the romantics,
whom ever they may be,
with warm and tender kisses,
and arms and hands filled
with caresses.
Each day there are lovers,
whose lips must touch,
and where bodies
meet with fondness
as loving should be.
So for the romantic lovers,
let us make it a special day,
one to remember,
in case in the future,
this mean ole world, should take one of us away.
9 June 2007
poem by David Harris
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A Lovers Moon
The moonlight silhouettes
two lovers in the park
as they walk arm in arm
within their wonderland.
A warm scented breeze
filled with honeysuckle
ruffles their hair.
They stop and kiss
among a firework display
of dancing fireflies
as Cupid watches
from a tree top perch
awaiting with his arrows ready
for the midnight chime
and the crickets sing their chorus
under a lovers moon.
24 March 2011
poem by David Harris
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La Costa
Written by n. cole and l. williams
Picture yourself on the sea of a setting sun
The salty air and the taste of your lovers hair
Inside you want to fly
Ah, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi
Come to the magical mist where the oceans kissed
A thousand kisses or more on the sandy shore
And never says goodbye
Ah, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi
Ooh, la costa, ooh
Ooh, la costa, ooh
Come feel the warm of the breeze as the swaying trees
Caress the velvety skies like a whisper telling you to come and fly
Ah, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi
Musical interlude
Run with the wind at your side let it set you free
Ill watch the sun in your eyes as the seagulls fly
Along this lovers isle
Ah, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi
You are my love and my life, youre my everything
You calm the sea of my soul oh so tenderly
It makes me very high
Ah, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi
Ooh la costa, wee, ooh, wee
Ooh la costa, ooh
Picture yourself on the sea...
Come feel the warm of the breeze..
La costa......
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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Time The Minder
Time is the metaphor
Time is the nurse
Time is the minder of all things.
Time demands many loves and many lovers to
Satisfy the wants of life/ the needs of death.
It was a sound I once heard;
Of songbirds and baseball
Of rock songs and baby coos
Of the autumn rustle and winter rush
Of soft nights in the arms of lovers
Nestled in the tender embrace of the winter night.
poem by Guillermo Veloso
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Lovers Dancing Through The Night.
Even though its been a while now,
I still hear the sweet yet mournful moan
Of the trombone lighting the dimly lit bar;
And l still wonder what was going through his mind:
Eyes closed and hands moving smoothly as he made music.
I whistle the tune with a melancholic smile
And remember the lovers dancing into the night, arm in arm.
Time was of no importance as heaven froze on earth;
In each others embrace they melted!
Their hearts united and beating as one_
Souls with pure love that yearn and stir
Feelings buried deep in dark shadows of imagination;
Entwined bodies swaying slowly to the silky music tone.
poem by Tafadzwa Matamba
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Early Works - The Night
I lay on my bed on a sleepless night
gaze out my window at the stars bright.
The moon now and then gets hazy
as across the sky clouds drift lazily.
The night is cooled by a gentle breeze
that seems to whisper as if ruffles the leaves
and all creatures large and small
into sleep tenderly fall.
The night is peaceful as sounds subside
and stars now and then behind clouds hide.
The wise old owl perches high at night
gazing down to see if everything is all right.
As along paths trodden many times before
descend the cooing lovers once more
to their own private paradise
rich in tranquillity.
The flowers that in the breeze did bend
close their petals to the night again
and the little birds that flew in the morn
nestle in their nest warm.
Sleep endures all
no matter whether large or small
and so must I do this night
until I’m called by the morning light.
Date unknown.
poem by David Harris
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Lonely Lovers Lane
The shadows hang over the archways,
still and silently fall to the ground,
no echo of footsteps are heard,
as nothing makes a sound.
There is no laughter of lovers,
no hush as they embrace;
nothing disturbs the silence,
of our lonely lover’s lane.
One-day lovers will walk there
know the happiness we knew.
One-day lovers will kiss there,
and know how I felt about you.
They will stop and admire the stillness,
that almost takes the breath away,
and feel the warmth of each other,
near the closing of the day.
poem by David Harris
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Moonlight
Looking at the moon at night,
I wonder how many lovers
have shared it with delight,
millions and trillions
have enjoyed its golden glow
as they went courting
under it each night.
Moonlight is romantic.
As soon as you say it,
romance springs to mind.
Kiss and cuddling
on the back seats of cars,
lovers walking arm in arm
down leafy lovers lanes.
The moonlight brings
out the best of lovers
here and there.
A walk in the moonlight
something they can both love and share.
5 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Lovers Walk
I wont walk with my head bowed
(be on) beyond caution where lovers walk
My love walks where threes a crowd
Beyond caution where lovers walk
Lovers walk, lovers scramble
Beyond caution where the lovers walk
Lovers step, shuffle and gamble
Beyond caution where lovers walk
Lovers trip, lovers stumble
Lovers dip, lovers fumble
Lovers lip where love has crumbled
Beyond caution where lovers walk
Lovers strut, lovers stroll, lovers leap
Lovers late, lovers wait
Making promises that they cant keep
Lovers link up arm and arm
Lovers slink up, lovers charm
Lovers drink up and come to harm
Beyond caution where lovers walk
Love is gone and its no ones fault
Love has stopped here, lovers halt
Lovers dont walk, lovers run
Will you look what love has done
Will you look what love has done
Will you look what love has done
Beyond caution where lovers walk
Now loves limping on a lovers crutch
Looking for a hand with a personal touch
Beyond caution where lovers walk
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Our Earth Reborn
The sky pops.
And all the colours
Run out.
Like a balloon
At midnight.
Bereft of light,
The world waits
For the smiles of Heaven
To return.
As sunsets burn
In the cauldron
Of a storm.
Kept warm
Just by loving embrace.
The icy face
Of winter
Cracks
With the fragrant grin
Of spring.
Bouncing
The moon
As clear as church bells.
The rhyme of nature tells
Of rebirth.
Mirth
Fills shivering treetops
With leaves.
Laughter resounding
Across angry seas.
Waiting
For one kiss
From God.
The photosynthesis
Of the first
Sunrise
Bathes our eyes
With eternity's dawn.
To spawn
The earth reborn.
poem by Kevin East
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Wishing You Were Here
I'm writing letters and your candle is burning
Things could be better, can't handle this yearning.
Can't stop my head from spinning,
wishing you were here.
Look at your photo but it still can't hold me,
I just recall the things you never ever told me
Like you're the one and I am
wishing you were here.
Wish you were here
to see the moon in the sky
Oh here, to see the light in your eyes
Looking at the stars and
Wishing you were here.
The clock is ticking but the time moves slowly
The weeks go quickly so you just won't know me
I'm writing love songs and I'm wishing
Wish you were here,
to see the moon in the skies
Oh here, to see the light in your eyes
Looking at the stars and
Wishing you were here
To put a smile on my face
Oh here, to get caught in my
warm embrace
Looking at the stars and
wishing you were here
Bridge:
To calm the restless nights
To kiss my fears away.
Here, to make this wrong seem right
To start our lives today.
Wish you were here,
to see the moon in the skies
Oh here, to see the light in your eyes
Looking at the stars and
Wishing you were here
To put a smile on my face
Oh here, to get caught in my
warm embrace
Looking at the stars and
wishing you were here
song performed by by Debbie Gibson
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Autumn Leaves
Autumn leaves, in the trees
Falling to the ground
Colors of many, in the breeze
Of red and orange and brown.
Rainbow parks in the dark
Moonlight shimmers down
On the leaves, from the trees
Falling to the ground.
Lovers walk, hear them talk
To where Children played
See the beauty, and feel the warmth
From where nature stayed.
Barren trees, forgotten leaves
Another year gone by
All alone from a breeze
As the lovers softly cry.
Autumn leaves from the trees
Lying, on the ground
See the beauty, feel the warmth
And hear, autumns sound.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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You're Smile
You're smile is my sun,
you're arms my clouds,
you're touch a breeze,
that's only over me.
what I never told you,
and probably never will,
is truth at heart,
that I still plan to do.
you're the muse of my dreams,
in them every night,
the kind I wish,
I'd never wake from.
when we're apart,
I can honestly say,
I can hear you're voice,
calling my name.
those sweet loving eyes,
looking at me,
is enough to make me,
melt with a long sigh.
then don't get me started,
on the laughs we shared,
they were worth evey second,
that I just stood and stared.
you know that moment,
where everything seems right,
that's how I feel for you,
at every sight.
just turning around,
to see you're face,
fills me with enough joy,
to last a few years.
there's one song,
that makes me think,
only of you and,
all you do.
half of the time,
when we talk,
I tent to,
get lost in those eyes.
they sparkle like stars,
as I look up to meet them,
now when I see stars,
I see those eyes.
some think it's cute,
that I feel the way I do,
if it's true,
I only want to hear it from you.
I'm your kitty kat,
and I hope to always be,
your the beat of my drum,
never forget that.
poem by Katherine Bryce
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The Song of an Angel
Be still, and listen to the wind,
As it whispers through the leaves,
For the gentle song of angels,
Is blowing in the breeze.
A song that sings of little hands,
That did so many jobs,
Hands that now are gently clasped,
Within the grasp of God.
A song that sings of a little heart,
That always poured out love,
A heart that now is full of joy,
As God holds him up above.
A song that sings of little smiles,
That brightened many days,
Smiles that now warm the hearts,
Of angels on their way.
A song that sings of a little boy,
That always was a friend,
A little boy who's shown us all,
That God's love never ends.
Be still, and listen to the wind,
As it whispers through these leaves,
For the gentle song of an angel,
Is blowing in its breeze.
-In loving memory of Charles McMichael
poem by Jean Penner
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