Last Kiss
I brought a wreath of mistletoe;
To you, a crimson red ribbon;
On the coiled evergreen;
To reignite the memories;
Of that Christmas day;
When we kissed;
Blindly, with our eyes closed.
When my eager lips locked on to yours;
In a moment of uncharted passion;
Our first and our last,
When you dazzled like an angel;
Even with a pale white skin and a white cap on;
In a virgin white gown that kissed your knee cap;
With a rouge that faintly slithered to your lips;
Your last bout of blood;
Rushing for a moment of spontaneous bliss;
As I firmly sat by you that night;
My angel under her sheets;
As her heart let go of my stubborn grip;
To fall in to an eternal slumber.
Now I reminisce our last hours together;
As I lay down the wreath on your tomb stone;
Remembering that night when two bald people kissed;
As the fluorescent lights stumbled, as you crumbled;
To an unforgiving parasite in mutational bliss;
Now I stare one more time at the mistletoe;
As I firmly hold my lips in the wind;
Waiting for you to caress mine one more time;
Before I see you.....
In heaven.
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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Mistletoe
Sitting under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
One last candle burning low,
All the sleepy dancers gone,
Just one candle burning on,
Shadows lurking everywhere:
Some one came, and kissed me there.
Tired I was; my head would go
Nodding under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
No footsteps came, no voice, but only,
Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely,
Stooped in the still and shadowy air
Lips unseen - and kissed me there.
poem by Walter de la Mare
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Once more
Gods place, paradise, heaven
It was just more than that
First time you kissed me, when
When your lips and mine had contact
White clouds, blue sky, flowers blooming
Butterflies, rabbits, couple of doves
On green trees lots of birds singing
For us singing songs of love
That heavenly moment, I can't explain
That happy moment even from my deep hearts core
So come baby make me feel like that again
Bring your lips to mine and kiss me once more…
The end
poem by Sushanta Rokka
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Clair de Lune
In the moonlit room your face,
Moonlight-coloured, fainting white,
And the silence of the place
Round about us in the night,
And my arms are round about you
In the silence of the night.
Lips that are not mine to kiss,
Lips how often kissed in vain,
Broken seal of memories,
Where the kisses come again
That the lips of all your lovers
Laid upon your lips in vain;
Eyes that are not mine to keep
In the mirror of mine eyes,
Where I tremble lest from sleep
Other ghosts should re-arise;
Why enthrall me with your magic,
Haunting lips, triumphant eyes?
For the silence of the night
Swims around me like a stream,
And your eyes have caught the light
Of a moon-enchanted dream,
And your arms glide round about me,
And I fade into a dream.
poem by Arthur Symons
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About You Last Night....
i am missing you
For you have accustomed me to a morning conversation
with coffee and
some bread on the table
facing the sea
sunrise lighting our faces
unkempt hair
salty skin
parched lips
over-kissed the night
dreams outpouring
bliss, so much bliss is killing me
and you are there
so silent still
this silence that are like hands caressing my body
my heart is a sleepy dog
resting on the soft white rug
beside the door of
our room...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Under The Mistletoe
Theres no telling how far a kissll go
Wish on the highest star that thisll go
On right here where we are under the mistletoe
On christmas night, it seems so right
That a lovely holiday dish made a mess of me
If love is this, its my favourite recipe
The kind that fits to remind the rest of me
Theres room to grow, under the mistletoe
But I made this mist as a christmas wannabe
With a christmas list that insists Ive gotta be
Hugged and kissed by this sweet miss in front of me
On christmas night and every night
Just right here, in the doorway where they found us
Theyd like to leave but theres no way around us
I believe theres a spell that bound us
Ive gotta know, is it only the mistletoe
Gotta know, Im afraid to go
Dont want out if were in the throes
Flames die out in the afterglow
And Ive gotta know, is it only the mistletoe
Dont think so
Gotta know, Im afraid to go
Dont want out if were in the throes
Flames die out in the afterglow
And Ive gotta know, is it only the mistletoe
Dont think so
I gotta know
Say it aint, say it aint ... just the mistletoe
song performed by by Clint Black
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Maundy Thursday
Between the brown hands of a server-lad
The silver cross was offered to be kissed.
The men came up, lugubrious, but not sad,
And knelt reluctantly, half-prejudiced.
(And kissing, kissed the emblem of a creed.)
Then mourning women knelt; meek mouths they had,
(And kissed the Body of the Christ indeed.)
Young children came, with eager lips and glad.
(These kissed a silver doll, immensely bright.)
Then I, too, knelt before that acolyte.
Above the crucifix I bent my head:
The Christ was thin, and cold, and very dead:
And yet I bowed, yea, kissed - my lips did cling.
(I kissed the warm live hand that held the thing.)
poem by Wilfred Owen
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When A Man Hasn't Been Kissed
When I haven't been kissed in a long time,
I walk behind well-dressed women
on cold, December mornings and shovel
the steamy exhalations pluming from their lips
down my throat with both hands, hoping
a single molecule will cling to my lungs.
When I haven't been kissed in a long time,
I sneak into the ladies room of a fancy restaurant,
dig into the trashcan for a napkin
where a woman checked her lipstick,
then go home, light candles, put on Barry White,
and press the napkin all over my body.
When I haven't been kissed in a long time,
I start thinking leeches are the most romantic
creatures, cause all they want to do is kiss.
If only someone invented a kinder, gentler leech,
I'd paint it bright pink and pretend
Winona Ryder's lips crawled off her face,
up my thigh, and were sucking on my swollen
bicep. When I haven't been kissed
in a long time, I create civil disturbances,
then insult the cops who show up,
till one of them grabs me by the collar
and hurls me up against the squad car,
so I can remember, at least for a moment,
what it's like to be touched.
poem by Jeffrey McDaniel
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Hands
The little hands too soft and white
To have known more laborious hours
Than those which die upon a night
Of kindling wine and fading flowers;
The little hands that I have kissed,
Finger by finger, to the tips,
And delicately about each wrist
Have set a bracelet with my lips;
Dear soft white little morbid hands,
Mine all one night, with what delight
Shall I recall in other lands,
Dear hands, that you were mine one night!
poem by Arthur Symons
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Invocation II
COME to-night in a dream to-night,
Come as you used to do,
Come in the gown, in the gown of white,
Come in the ribbon of blue;
Come in the virgin's colours you wear,
Come through the dark and the dew,
Come with the scent of the night in your hair,
Come as you used to do.
Blue and white of your eyes and your face,
White of your gown and blue,
Will you not come from the happy place,
Come as you used to do?
Tears so many, so many tears
Where there were once so few--
Can they not wash the gray of the years
From the white of your gown and blue?
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Harmonizing The Chaos
how many heads do you have now?
five. yes five more faces.
the mouths have become your problem.
they do not seal their lips and you
crave for the silence of the crabs.
the teeth gnash, they are afraid of the
ash. the gums, yes the gums are weak
and they are not spitting out what the tongue
has been keeping.
silence. you issue the order.
they wait for the words from your heart.
they keep on waiting.
they are looking for love like you.
but there isn't any, and so they keep their
own chaos now. the tongue is licking
every part of your body and the eyes
are busy with the pictures of two shadows
making love against the light.
the hands are gentle and they start to caress
the roots of your loneliness.
love, love, love, the lips begin to whisper.
the heart wakes up from a deep slumber
and now it assumes the role
of the storyteller.
once upon a time...
and now they begin to listen again.
once upon a time, there lived a very lonely princess
and there was this prince riding on a white horse
from the castle in the sky............
the princess turned to stone
because the prince never kissed her.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Can I Want Your Love
(stephony smith/aimee mayo/jive)
Is this wrong or is this real
Should I deny the way I feel
Every time I get close to you
Feels like Im doin somethin
Im not supposed to
Can I want your love
Would it be ok
I wonder what you would say
If I kissed your lips
Would it shock your heart
Or do you want to go that far
Can I want your love
Do I dare cross this line
cause girl, my desire might make you mine
This temptation is such a rush
How much of you am I worthy of
Can I want your love
Would it be ok
I wonder what you would say
If I kissed your lips
Would it shock your heart
Or do you want to go that far
Can I want your love
Every time I get close to you
Feels like Im doin something
Im not supposed to
Can I want your love
Would it be ok
I wonder what you would say
If I kissed your lips
Would it shock your heart
Or do you want to go that far
Can I want your love
Can I want your love
Can I want your love
song performed by by Trace Adkins
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Can I Want Your Love
(stephony smith/aimee mayo/jive)
Is this wrong or is this real
Should I deny the way I feel
Every time I get close to you
Feels like Im doin somethin
Im not supposed to
Can I want your love
Would it be ok
I wonder what you would say
If I kissed your lips
Would it shock your heart
Or do you want to go that far
Can I want your love
Do I dare cross this line
cause girl, my desire might make you mine
This temptation is such a rush
How much of you am I worthy of
Can I want your love
Would it be ok
I wonder what you would say
If I kissed your lips
Would it shock your heart
Or do you want to go that far
Can I want your love
Every time I get close to you
Feels like Im doin something
Im not supposed to
Can I want your love
Would it be ok
I wonder what you would say
If I kissed your lips
Would it shock your heart
Or do you want to go that far
Can I want your love
Can I want your love
Can I want your love
song performed by by Trace Adkins
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Last Night (Rondeau Redoublé)
Last night I saw a big white moon
rising slowly, almost with dignity
and the first star said that it would be dark soon
while you kissed me
and together we lay spoon to spoon
melted into each other softly and tenderly,
in loving activity without any modesty.
Last night I saw a big white moon
somewhat magical like in a fairy cartoon
and outside the wind blowing was the only activity
but you had awoken my harpoon
rising slowly, almost with dignity
while you were smiling in glee
and for a moment I felt like a king or a tycoon
while in joy and passion we were free
and the first star said that it would be dark soon
before everything fell swoon,
we were feeling almost unconscious and you were lovely
when I jokingly pulled my face like that of a buffoon,
while you kissed me
and later I heard you croon
a sentimental song while displaying your breasts carelessly
and I wished to be in bed with you until noon
loving you as sweetly and remembering permanently:
last night.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Ballade Of The Mistletoe Bough
I am standing under the mistletoe,
And I smile, but no answering smile replies
For her haughty glance bids me plainly know
That not for me is the thing I prize;
Instead, from her coldly scornful eyes,
Indifference looks on my barefaced guile;
She knows, of course, what my act implies—
But look at those lips! Do they hint a smile?
I stand here, eager, and beam and glow,
And she only looks a refined surprise
As clear and crisp and as cold as snow,
And as—Stop! I will never criticise!
I know what her cold glance signifies;
But I’ll stand just here as I am awhile
Till a smile to my pleading look replies—
But look at those lips! Do they hint a smile?
Just look at those lips, now! I claim they show
A spirit unmeet under Christmas skies;
I claim that such lips on such maidens owe
A—something—the custom justifies;
I claim that the mistletoe rule applies
To her as well as the rank and file;
We should meet these things in a cheerful guise—
But look at those lips! Do they hint a smile?
ENVOY
These customs of Christmas may shock the wise,
And mistletoe boughs may be out of style,
And a kiss be a thing that all maids despise—
But look at those lips, do! They hint a smile!
poem by Ellis Parker Butler
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Hangin round The Mistletow
Written by kostas
Snowny days and frosty night, everything looks cold and white
Hangin round the mistletoe, hangin round the mistletoe
Christmas day will soon be here, and everybodys full of cheer
Hangin round the mistletoe, waitin for you dear
Well, Ive waited all year long and nore the year is almost gone
Hangin round the mistletoe, hangin round the mistletoe
But if thats what Ive gotta do just to get a kiss from you
Hangin round the mistletoe, waitin for you dear
Christmas is a special time to give and to receive
For every little kiss you give me I will give you three
You aint gonna miss one kiss, thats one thing youll never miss
Im hangin round the mistletow waitin for you dear
Well, Ive had my eyes on you for a long, long time
So, Im asking santa please, make that pretty girl mine
Waited till Im cold and blue just to get a kiss from you
Im hangin round the mistletoe, waitin for you dear
Hangin round the mistletoe, waitin for you dear
song performed by by Alabama
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Hangin' Round The Mistletoe
Snowny days and frosty night, everything looks cold and white
Hangin' 'round the mistletoe, hangin' 'round the mistletoe
Christmas day will soon be here, and everybody's full of cheer
Hangin' 'round the mistletoe, waitin' for you dear
Well, I've waited all year long and nore the year is almost gone
Hangin' 'round the mistletoe, hangin' 'round the mistletoe
But if that's what I've gotta do just to get a kiss from you
Hangin' 'round the mistletoe, waitin' for you dear
Christmas is a special time to give and to receive
For every little kiss you give me I will give you three
You ain't gonna miss one kiss, that's one thing you'll never miss
I'm hangin' 'round the mistletow waitin' for you dear
Well, I've had my eyes on you for a long, long time
So, I'm asking Santa please, make that pretty girl mine
Waited till I'm cold and blue just to get a kiss from you
I'm hangin' 'round the mistletoe, waitin' for you dear
Hangin' 'round the mistletoe, waitin' for you dear
song performed by by Alabama
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this magic moment (Lyrics)
This magic moment
So different and so new
Was like any other
Until I kissed you
And then it happened
It took me by surprise
I knew that you felt it too
By the look in your eyes
Sweeter than wine (sweeter than wine)
Softer than a summer night (softer than a summer night)
Everything I wanna have (everything, everything)
Whenever I hold you tight
This magic moment (this magic moment)
While your lips are close to mine
Will last forever
Forever till the end of time
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Sweeter than wine (sweeter than wine)
Softer than a summer night (softer than a summer night)
Everything I wanna have
Whenever I hold you tight
This magic moment
While your lips are close to mine
Will last forever
Forever till the end of time
poem by Satan's Sibling
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White Angel
There's a white angel out there
Out there somewhere
It'll blow away the darkness
Let is bright light shine
There's a white angel out there
With gold encrested wings
A white halo of leaves
They only show certain people they're their angel
There's a white angel out there
One for each of us
Be they a friend to save you
Or a true being of Heaven
There's a white angel out there
Just let them find you please
They'll show you light
They'll save you from dark
There's a white angel out there
Just let them break through thier darkness
Let them gain those wings
And you'll see them waiting
There's a white angel out there
Just you wait and see
March 2006
poem by Gee Cii Schnider
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The Memory Of The Kiss! ! !
This was the memory.
The memory kissed had played with the heart.
The memory kissed through fast the heartbeat.
The memory kissed made thoughts simply played with the feeling.
The kiss was the feeling of coming tempted promised heaven.
The feeling kiss appreciated each other.
The feeling kiss loved each other.
The feeling kiss gave each other.
It was the kiss through perfection.
The memory kissed had brought the wound.
The memory kissed came with yearning.
The memory kissed flirted.
A kiss not only played with the lips.
Because the kiss was destiny.
Because the kiss was to fill up the world was full of the colour.
This the kiss was the nature song.
This the kiss accompanied the prayer.
This the kiss accompanied the love.
And more significant the kiss always brought yearning.
The memory of the kiss had felt.
Shared the love shared yearning.
The memory kissed still was felt on the perfect lips through perfection.
My Foolish Heart (live)
The night
Is like a lovely tune
Beware
My foolish heart
How white
The ever constant moon
Take care
My foolish heart
There's a line between love and fascination
That's hard to find on an moment such as this
For they all have that very same sensation
When you're lost in the magic of a kiss
Your lips
Are much too close to mine
Beware
My foolish heart
But should
Our eager lips combine
Then let
The fire start
For this time it isn't fascination
Or a dream that could fade and fall apart
It's love
This time it's love
My foolish heart
There's a line between love and fascination
That's hard to find on an moment such as this
For they all have that very same sensation
When you're lost in the magic of a kiss
Your lips
Are much too close to mine
Beware
My foolish heart
But should
Our eager lips combine
Then let
The fire start
For this time it isn't fascination
Or a dream that could fade and fall apart
It's love
This time it's love
My foolish heart
song performed by by Erasure
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