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Un beau soir
je me promene,
et sens
trop beaucoup de foin.
Il a de mauvais gout soupcon
quand je dis 'bonsoir'
et ris aux eclats.
A beautiful evening
for a walk.
I say 'good evening'
and burst out laughing.
There's a hint of bad taste about it,
but the smell of grass is much too strong.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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Amour Jamais
Amour
Jamais
Si cel nest pas pour de vrai
Toujour
Oui mais
Cest trop facile lheure quil est
Jte connais peine
Et dj tu me fais de la peine
Cest un peu trop tôt
Mieux revenir zro
Amour
Qui sait
Combien cet amour va durer
Un jour
Ou des
Eternits cest cque jvoudrais
Quand moi je taime
Peut tre un peu plus que moi-mme
Tu te crois le plus beau
Cest l o tu as tout faux
Amour amour amour jamais
Une seule condition que ce soit jamais
Amour amour amour toujours
Que ça dure jusquau dernier jour
Amour
O.k.
Sans le corps et sans âme cest
Lamour
One way
Ce ne sont que des sens insenss
Quand moi je taime
Peut tre un peu plus que moi-mme
Tu te crois le plus beau
Cest l o tu as tout faux
Amour amour amour jamais
Une seule condition que ce soit jamais
Amour amour amour toujours
Que ça dure jusquau dernier jour
song performed by by Vanessa Paradis
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A propos de dona Rosa
A Mérante
Au printemps, quand les nuits sont claires,
Quand on voit, vagues tourbillons,
Voler sur les fronts les chimères
Et dans les fleurs les papillons,
Pendant la floraison des fèves,
Quand l'amant devient l'amoureux,
Quand les hommes, en proie aux rêves,
Ont toutes ces mouches sur eux,
J'estime qu'il est digne et sage
De ne point prendre un air vainqueur,
Et d'accepter ce doux passage
De la saison sur notre coeur.
A quoi bon résister aux femmes,
Qui ne résistent pas du tout ?
Toutes les roses sont en flammes ;
Une guimpe est de mauvais goût.
Trop heureux ceux à qui les belles
Font la violence d'aimer !
A quoi sert-il d'avoir des ailes,
Sinon pour les laisser plumer ?
Ô Mérante, il n'est rien qui vaille
Ces purs attraits, tendres tyrans,
Un sourire qui dit : Bataille !
Un soupir qui dit : Je me rends !
Et je donnerais la Castille
Et ses plaines en amadou
Pour deux yeux sous une mantille,
Fiers, et venant on ne sait d'où.
poem by Victor Hugo
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A Poetry Of Smell
a smell, your smell,
that perfume that sticks
to my skin,
your sweat, that wetness
between us,
dry before us, desert sand,
nothing to talk about oasis,
camels in a caravan
under the stars one evening,
you are my tent,
i live there, but you are not
there, there is this blankness
that i face within me,
there is this trail that smells
like you, i follow,
and then i stop, it is not us
there, there is no us,
there is the star that shines
one evening
it does not last,
but every evening it comes
back to me,
too near, in my mind,
too far, in reality.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Evening Coconut
The statue of liberty is breathing in the air
Atlantis is waiting down below.
Late at night, flashing lights are sighted in the air.
Its no secret, what everybody knows.
It really dont matter much, which way I go.
But remember to pull over in the storm.
Have you seen the evening coconut
Bobbing on the bay?
Standing on the waters edge of stone
Someone there besides you
To hear the words you say
To show you things your eyes have never known.
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
The statue of liberty is breathing in the air
While atlantis is waiting down below.
Late at night, flashing lights are sighted in the air.
Its no secret, what everybody knows.
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
song performed by by Neil Young
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Tuesday Evening
AN EVENING
AFTER MONDAY
IS ALDO KRASS'
FAVORITE EVENING
IT IS TUESDAY
EVENING AND
IT IS NOT A BUSY
EVENING AND
ALDO LIKES IT
TO BE NOT
A BUSY EVENING
WITH HIS JULIET
AFTER WINTER
AND SPRING
IT WILL BE SUMMER
ON A TUESDAY
EVENING AND
IT WILL BE A LOVELY
EVENING
ALONE PERHAPS
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Rainy day...
Rainy day
Cool evening
Porch sitting
Unusual for mid August.
Where is the usual summer evening traffic?
My thoughts drift
into my childhood past.
They come up blank
and I simply do not recall
what I did on summer evenings like this.
I just remember –
the smell of freshly cut grass
the catching of lightening bugs
devouring Good Humor ice cream
friends trying to invite themselves
into my backyard pool
playing a game called “Murder In The Dark”
in the backyard of the house across the street
when the sun went down.
I wonder
what summer evening games
the kids in my old neighborhood play now.
I wonder where
the kids I played with are now.
Should I visit the old neighborhood,
will I find our childhood spirits
still running around the streets?
Once In The Morning
(nickolas ashford/valerie simpson)
Just once in the morning
Once in the evening
Just once in the morning
Once in the evening
Ooh, baby
Just once in the morning
Once in the evening
Once in the morning
Once in the evening
Thatll be enough
Thatll be enough of your good good lovin stuff
Thatll be enough
Ooh yeah
Take away the yearning
Take away the burning
Baby, baby
Just once in the morning
Once in the evening
Just once in the morning
Once in the evening
Its not all youre thinking
I promise you well make it, very hard
Our love has to do with
Your conditions as to how and would we start
Its gotta be once in the morning
Once in the evening
Once in the morning
Once in the evening
Thatll be enough
Thatll be enough of your good good lovin stuff
Thatll be enough
Thatll be enough
Take away the yearning
Take away the burning
Baby, baby
Just once
Yeah
Ooh...
Its seven when I rise
Eleven, close my eyes
Its seven when I rise
Eleven, close my eyes
I want you to be, be, be there
I want you to be, be, be there
Be there
Seven when I rise
Eleven, close my eyes
I promised that Ill be
Good enough for me
Once, once in the evening
Thatll be enough
Once in the morning
Once in the evening
Thatll be enough
Once in the morning
Once in the evening
Give it to me
Give it to me
Once in the morning
Once in the evening
song performed by by Diana Ross
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The Cycle
"Good evening", said the cyclist,
It echoed in the evening mist,
I was baffled I never knew him,
The dark stranger tall and slim!
Before I could acknowledge
He was gone in the haze,
The unknown messenger of good wills
A roaming angel on two wheels!
"Good evening", I said on my way,
The passerby was baffled had no word to say
In the silent evening of misty haze
I was happy to turn a new page!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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I Cant
Salut ma belle fille
[hello beautiful/gorgeous]
Ca va ce soir?
[how are you this evening? ]
Je crois que tu es absoluement jolie.
[i think youre positively beautiful]
Cest nous tout seul ce soir
[were alone tonight]
Et je veux etre avec toi
[and I want to be with you]
Ca cest cool
[thats cool]
The writings on the wall
And the words it spells arent very nice
Although Im me, youre you
Ive been down that road once or twice
And its ended in disaster
And someones heart always breaks
But, I cannot help but wonder
bout the love that we might make
Chorus:
I should walk away from you now
Should just turn right around
Should say Im never gonna fall for you
But I cant
Ive counseled many peers
In situations milder than this
And my advice to them
Was at all costs avoid that first kiss
But weve waltzed in dreams already
And I never could tell lies
And I cant resist the wonder
That is there behind those eyes
Chorus
Dangerous as it may be
I want to dance this dance
Let the world take me baby
But not before I take this chance
Ive told your heart good-bye
So why does mine refuse to hear?
Ive pondered what and why
I tremble when you are near
Youre the drink that makes me thirsty
But I crave you just the same
Chorus
Oh,
I should say Im never gonna fall for you
But I cant
song performed by by Debbie Gibson
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Chopin Soprano
Look at the beautiful
Sky this evening
The sky this evening looks
Like a beautiful painting
That chopin had painted
For us
From the sky
poem by Aldo Kraas
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I Can Hear The Grass Grow
See the people all in line
Sneakin a look at me ? ? ?
Cant imagine that their minds
Are thinkin the same as me
I can hear the grass grow I can hear the grass grow
I see rainbows in the evening
My heads attracted to
Magnetic wave of sound
With streams of coloured circles
Makin their way around.
I can hear the grass grow I can hear the grass grow
I see rainbows in the evening
Cant seem to cause allow the sign
My sense color my ? ? ? ?
Get a hold of yourself now baby
See I need you to help now baby
Get a hold of yourself now baby
Put your head down to the ground
And listen to your mind
If you cant spell what you found
I know that youre not my kind
I can hear the grass grow I can hear the grass grow
I see rainbows in the evening
Cant seem to cause allow the sign
My sense color my ? ? ? ?
Get a hold of yourself now baby
See I need you to help now baby
Get a hold of yourself now baby
See the people all in line
Sneakin a look at me ? ? ?
Cant imagine that their minds
Are thinkin the same as me
I can hear the grass grow I can hear the grass grow
I see rainbows in the evening
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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The Poem Of The Evening Is A Quiet Poem
THE POEM OF THE EVENING IS A QUIET POEM
The poem of the evening is a quiet poem
It comes in gentleness with tired eyes
It does not know how long it will last
It believes a fresh breeze
And a simple song
Are all its needs
To feel happiness.
The poem of the evening this evening
Believes in life
Believes in Goodness of God
Believes it will somehow be alright.
The poem of the evening this evening
May be a foolish one
But it is a quietly happy one.
We need such poems sometimes
For life is hard in the long working days
And in the times of difficult idleness
When no dreams come.
Quiet and quiet
Soft as sleep
The poem of the evening this evening
Is a gentle one.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Art Of Hint
The scent, the taste
The sight, the hearing
The touch, the instinct
Hint plays with our senses
True love or only lust
Growing fear or hidden anger
Beautiful lie or ugly truth
Hint shimmers from the body
Whether strong, whether soft
Unintentional slip, of perfectly planned
Whether puzzling, whether ignored
Hint scattered everywhere
From good news, till the worst scenario
From common sign, to the weirdest attention
The gnawing scar, the flash of glance
Hint whispers to our feeling
The mock in smile, the smile in eyes
The cry in rebel, the rebel in song
The rejection in agreement, the agreement in denial
Hint layered with many sugar
A piece of paper, a micro expression
Tons of questions, lots experience
A direct subject, a mixed signal
Hint needs an interpretation
By curiosity or by wild fantasy
To solve mystery, to prove a crime
The key to your answer or just a false clue
Hint is relied to your belief
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Be Here In The Morning
Its been such a long day so you better hurry home
Lit all my incense and I wish you were home
Only five minutes and you walk through my door
Be here in the morning
Be here in the evening
Be here and make my life full
Be here in the morning
Be here in the evening
Be here and make my life
Stay here on the weekend and unplug the phone
(alright then)
No calls from korthoff, parks, or grillo
I only hope that you come here alone
Be here in the morning
Be here in the evening
Be here and make my life full
Be here in the morning
Be here in the evening
Be here and make my life
Be here in the morning
Be here in the evening
Be here and make my life
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Be Here In The Mornin'
It's been such a long day so you better hurry home
Lit all my incense and i wish you were home
Only five minutes and you walk through my door
Be here in the morning
Be here in the evening
Be here and make my life full
Be here in the morning
Be here in the evening
Be here and make my life
Stay here on the weekend and unplug the phone
(alright then)
No calls from korthoff, parks, or grillo
I only hope that you come here alone
Be here in the morning
Be here in the evening
Be here and make my life full
Be here in the morning
Be here in the evening
Be here and make my life
Be here in the morning
Be here in the evening
Be here and make my life
song performed by by Beach Boys
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When That Evening Sun Goes Down
I want you, be around
When that evening sun goes down
I want you, be around
Keep my both feet on the ground
When that evening sun goes down
I want you, understand
Little girl, take me by my hand
I want you, understand
I wanna be your loving man
When that evening sun goes down
If its nice, well go for a walk, a stroll in the clear moonlight
Singing a song, wont take long
Everything gonna be alright
And I wanna hold you oh so near
Keep you, darling from all fear
I wanna hold you oh so near
Nibble on your little ear
When that evening sun goes down
If its nice, go for a walk, stroll in the clear moonlight
Sing you a song, wont take long
Everything gonna be alright
And I wanna hold you oh so near
Keep you, darling from all fear
I wanna hold you oh so near
Nibble on your little ear
When that evening sun goes down
When that evening sun goes down
When that evening sun goes down...
song performed by by Van Morrison
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The Poem Of The Evening
THE POEM OF THE EVENING
The poem of the evening
Is a small poem
It waits for its own words
And hears itself come slowly and surely
It knows by the time the darkness is here
It will already be real.
The poem of the evening
Is an easy and small poem
It may not mean much
But it comes so smoothly
It seems to laugh at the heat of the day
And love itself for being here.
The poem of the evening
After the long day
Is a happy poem
And it looks forward to praying the evening prayer forever.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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La Beauté De Nos Femmes
Les séduisants sourires,
Les éclats de rire,
Leurs marches, leurs fortes hanches,
Leurs regards, leurs dents blanches,
Les coups d'œil de renard,
Et les lorgnements de canard!
Tam! Tam! Elles sont jolies et délicieuses!
Elles sont ravissantes et majestueuses!
J'étais à la chapelle pour la messe dominicale;
Je les regardais avec l'envie de vivre éternellement
Et les admirais dans mon âme tranquillement.
Comme elles étaient coquetées et magistrales!
Les rouges à lèvres qui me faisaient frémir
Et mon imagination qui m'hypnotisait.
Oh! Que c'était beau de rêver et de dormir
Avec les yeux grands et ouverts.
Quand l'amour voltige dans l'air,
On se sent très bien, voire en paix.
Les robes du temps de Ogé et de Chavannes,
Les jolies jupes de tarlatane,
Leurs marches, leurs étroites hanches,
Leurs regards, leurs dents blanches,
Les gestes, les tendres baisers,
Et les haleines qui réchauffaient mon cœur.
Oh! Dieu, merci pour cet avant-goût, pour ce bonheur;
Nos femmes sont vraiment garnies de qualités.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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With The Twilight of Evening
With the twilight of evening
An angel slips by and disappears
But is not lost
On the grass of forgetful evenings
Her eyes beckon….
Let her not know
That I the poet am possessed
By the memory
By the perfume of her…
And I swear, by the evening
That all my days are evenings
When at every instant
Come another sunset
And in the same evenings
The same eyes
Take away the memory of her…
Oh Angel! ! ! Oh Evening…
I truly love you, woman!
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Evening Star
I travelled to a distant shore
I felt I had to go
An inner voice had called me there
But why I did not know
I saw the evening star rise up
Shining out to sea
And now I understand at last what it means
What it all means
Evening star I can see the light
Evening star guiding me so bright
I used to tempt fate
I couldnt see straight
I faltered through my younger days
Never knowing where I was going
Then something helped me penetrate the haze
Evening star I can see the light
Evening star guiding me so bright
Now I am stronger
The haze no longer
Ruins my future destiny
Such inspirations and new sensations
Pull up these string ties chasing me
Evening star I can see the light
Evening star guiding me so bright
Im home once more, much better for
The things that I have found
Much wiser now, so simple how
Each time I turn around
I see the evening star rise up
Shining out on me
And now I understand at last what it means
What it all means
Evening star I can see the light
Evening star guiding me so bright
song performed by by Judas Priest
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