Valley of Love
The bud opens its soft petals
to greet the humming bee
and then they whisper
behind the rosewood tree
The bee romps away rosily
in the valley in glee
Thier love blossoms
behind the rosewood tree...
In the valley of love in every weather
The bud and the bee dance together.......!
poem by Dr Madhavi Grace
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Through the Green Valley
Through the green valley and past the crooked tree
there lies a place of love and tranquility
where food and water are in abundancy
and children play happy free from tyranny.
Through the green valley and past the golden tree
there is a place of art and wonder and glee
where people sing and dance in jeu d' esprit
and families are happy not refugees.
Through the green valley and past the diamond tree
there a place of beauty a land of the free
where people live in a state of ecstasy
and pain is vanquished there is no misery.
Through the green valley and past the godly tree
There the kingdom of heaven 'grandiosity'
poem by Wade Harlaine
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The Golden Valley
To perchase his boat and to ppurchase your love,
And like Enoch's white horse to his lover;
But your golden valley of love lay bare,
For i have to overflow it with love.
To purchase her boat and to purchase his love,
And like Eve's baby to her sweet lover;
But your golden valley lay bare,
And i have to water it with my love.
A patient wife,
And to watch them overflow the banks of love;
For the changes seen came out of it.
This love is like a seaman's glass,
And the passion it generates is from her;
But like a caged bird escaping suddenly,
The long and narrow sheet of the valley was noticed.
Let them sing around the old tree,
And let them enjoy the fruits of love;
For it is pleasant to see kind heart in true love.
Icy and chilly,
And birds of rare plume;
Fill the red bowls in the golden valley with love and,
Let me bath you all day long in this sweet muse of love.
A rich and savoury stew to serve in the golden valley,
And of natural beauties to swing with the muse;
But i can still hear the voices from the old trees.
My memory can still retrace your love,
And of your beauty in the golden valley of love;
But with a thankful heart i envy nobody,
Because sweet came out of your world in this valley.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Valley Of Sound
Move me
Dont try
Let the music reach me tonight
Push me over into something new
Ive been riding all day on a bus
Just to listen to you
I love, I love, I love I love the look
In your trespassed eyes
I love, I love, I love I love the way
You can make me cry
Sink me into stirred-up sea
Something I can drown in
Only you can do this to me
I love, I love, I love I love the look
In your trespassed eyes
I love, I love, I love I love the way
You can make me cry
Fill me up
And drop me down, yeah
Now Im alive in the valley of sound
In the valley of sound
In the valley of sound, yeah
In the valley of sound
I love, I love, I love I love the look
In your trespassed eyes, yeah
I love, I love, I love I love the way
You can make me cry
Yeah yeah, in the valley of sound
Hmm, the valley of sound, yeah yeah yeah
Valley, valley, you can,
The valley of sound
Yeah.
song performed by by Heather Nova
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The Old Peach Tree
Under the old peach tree
Hearing the buzz of bees
Looking up at pink blossoms so sweet
Watching pink petals fall at my feet
Under the old peach tree almost fallen down
I can hear every sound as the sun goes down
I hear somewhere the song of a mocking bird
The sweetest song I ever heard
As I lean against the old peach tree
I think of things that used to be
This old tree brings me back to my childhood
And the many peaches I ate that were so good
Old peach tree I wish you could talk
Whisper to me some of your thoughts
But instead you fill my heart with your beauty
As I smell the perfume of your blossoms so fruity
I wonder how much longer you'll be here.
How much longer my heart you'll cheer
I hope to lean against you many a spring
And feel the peace that you bring.
poem by Grace Riffle
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Valley Of Love
welcome to the valley of love
where there is love above, and love below
love, everywhere you go.
in this valley you will see, all of GODS creations
and see the truth in his revelations.
you will be taught the love of man for each other
and for all that the LORD has provided.
in the seas, the sky, the earth, and all its worth.
this love will fill every part of your being
this is what you'll be seeing.
your heart will feel like it's about to explode
and even fill your entire soul.
the love in your eyes, will even fill the darkness night
and turn everything into light.
anything and everything that you could imagine
love to be, will become your reality.
there will be no such things as sadness, or hate
just hearts full of faith.
take your partners hand and travel down the road
to this 'valley of love' where birds will sing up above.
and where sea creatures will jump out of the water
all in perfect order.
and the land creatures will run ahead.
to make you a warm comfortable bed.
this valley is not a dream, or just imagination
it is a beautiful desired sensation.
which fills your heart to capacity, and opens your eyes
so that you could see, all that is meant to be.
poem by Louis Rams
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Through The Valley
(After James Thomson)
As I came through the Valley of Despair,
As I came through the valley, onmy sight,
More awful that the darkness of the night,
Shone glimpses of a Past that had been fair,
And memories of eyes that used to smile,
And wafts of perfume from a vanished isle,
As I came through the valley.
As I came through the valley I could see,
As I came through the valley, fair and far,
As drowning men look up and see a star,
The fading shore of my lost Used-to-be;
And like an arrow in my heart I heard
The last sad notes of Hope’s expiring bird,
As I came through the valley.
As I came through the valley desolate,
As I came through the valley, like a beam
Of lurid lightning I beheld a gleam
Of Love’s great eyes that now were full of hate.
Dear God! dear God! I could bear all but that;
But I fell down soul-stricken, dead, thereat,
As I came through the valley.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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In the Valley of Cauteretz
All along the valley, stream that flashest white,
Deepening thy voice with the deepening of the night,
All along the valley, where thy waters flow,
I walk'd with one I loved two and thirty years ago.
All along the valley, while I walk'd to-day,
The two and thirty years were a mist that rolls away;
For all along the valley, down thy rocky bed,
Thy living voice to me was as the voice of the dead,
And all along the valley, by rock and cave and tree,
The voice of the dead was a living voice to me.
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Xastros
Straighten your crooked places and exalt every valley of your love,
For the news was like a dropp from a bucket to me;
But i have chosen you among all women,
And like the fountains in the midst of the valleys and the rivers in the high places.
Give me the night on this love oh my sweet Xastro! !
And fear not for i am with you;
Because the fir tree and the box tree are now in the lake of love!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Under The Shadow Of Your Wet Love
I am the rose on your bed and the lily of your sweet valley,
And alos like the apple tree in your valley!
So let me sit under the shadow of your wet love with my muse,
Because you have the eye of a dove and your beauty is beyond compare!
You are beautiful ans delightful my sweet one,
For your perfume sent out its fragrance and it came and touched my heart!
Oh fairest among women,
Behold you are very beautiful my love;
And like Pharaoh's chariots!
So come and lie with me and let me put my head between your attractive breasts.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Morning Ritual
morning offerings
a rested mind opens itself to
a leaf of a tree
another heart feels the
dance of the
still wind with the vines
the slow steps towards
the path
leading to the valley
are chants
when you arrive there
you become a temple of peace
overlooking the hill
meeting with the embrace
of a distant horizon
the sun sees this
and so it glows
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Meadowlark
I walked by the creek today.
A meadowlark was on a strand of fence.
Then she flew into a tree that's full of blooms.
The creek runs next to home, my
parents' home, where I grew up.
It was good, in a valley near a pond.
Always summer - nights were never long.
I lived there. I think
Now I'm not too sure.
Ava told me, valley's in your mind.
Not on a map, but in your mind.
Someday, she said, you'll take a walk there.
And swear you saw me fly into a tree.
poem by Rick Stokes
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When I was only three I planted a tree
When I was three I planted a tree. This was my tree and together we would always be. I gave it love and it to me, and so we were happy, me and my tree.
Then one day they came to see me and my tree. Men with no faces, and they said to me, you must go, and leave this tree.
Buy why I ask. For we've done no harm. Me and my tree, please let us be.
So they left us alone, me and my tree, but only for a while but I could not see.
Then one day they came and took me away. My tree was needed to save the day. Goods it will make it makes perfect sense. So we will take this tree, for wood we need. And so it was done, they took my tree.
And now I look around, my tree I no longer see. Taken from, this tree I planted when I was three.
poem by Brad Milner
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Hemsley
I am in the Valley of the Craftsmen,
And i am like the 'Omanhene of Ogaa'!
I am in the Valley of Love together with you,
And like the Valley of Women that swims in the river of your muse;
Traditional Area,
I want you to learn about my culture on this love.
Everyone needs a bit of adventure in life oh my sweet Hemsley,
So come and be the legitimate choice on my tracks of love;
And like the Valley of Women that swims in the river of your muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Submissive
You are very submissive to me my love and,
We are like the hill and the valley living together;
So we can protect each other in any season on this love.
It should be a bit wet before you use it then,
It will be very lovely all day long.
It should be a bit soft before you eat it then,
You will love it forever!
For you are very submissive to my love.
You should leek it when it is very hard!
Then you will love eating it over and over agin;
For you are very submissive to my love and,
We are like the valley and the hill together always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Valley Of The Dolls
Into the valley of the dolls
Into the valley of the dolls
Into the valley of the dolls
Went the gang of four
Song number one and the rhythm up amping
Drummer beats down 4/4 rock ranking
A bass so deep thud thud spines shaking
And all around mad eyes are rolling
Made up and stunning
As the feet get moving
As the pressure rising
White faces staring
As into the valley of the dolls
- go the gang of four
Song after song rockettes up rocking
One hundred watts scream man
My ears are bleedin
Hot bodies charged blonde locks a givin
And all around - young girls are fainting
Their hearts a pumpin
As the spikes are dancing
Shank girl shanking
I saw love vibrating
As into the valley of the dolls
- go the gallant four
Into the valley of the dolls
Into the valley of the dolls
As into the valley of the dolls
4 skulls are splitting
5 fingers are clicking
6 strings are burning
7th hour approaching
8 legs are stomping
9 lives are groovin
10 thousand coasting
X generating
As into the valley of the dolls
Into the valley of the dolls
Into the valley
Into the valley of the dolls
song performed by by Billy Idol
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The Subject On This Love
The subject on this love is an object,
And the object is very sound and beautiful;
The subject on this love is a valley,
And the valley is very quiet and lovely;
The subject on this love is a fruit,
And the fruit is very sound and attractive;
The subject on this love is a mountain,
And the mountain is very high and lonely;
The subject on this love is a river,
And the river is very smooth and slippery;
The subject on this love is a seed,
And the seed is very fruitful and sweet;
The subject on this love is your milk,
And your milk is very thick and sweet;
The subject on this love is your lake,
And your lake is very fresh and aromantic;
The subject on this love is a garden,
And the garden is very thick and bushy;
The subject on this love is a room,
And that room is very romantic and peaceful;
The subject on this love is your apples,
And your apples are very passinate and emotional;
The subject on this love is a tree,
And that tree is very tall and bushy;
But the peace of this subject brings is like,
Two lovers swimming across the blue sea of love and blues.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Coleman
The tree of life was in the midst of the garden,
The tree of love was in the midst of the valley,
And now you've got the muse of Coleman in your midst!
For the lover bird is always around you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Valley Of Pain
DON'T LET ME GROW BITTER I PRAY
GIVE ME STRENGTH TO CARRY ON MY WAY
IM LEANIN' ON YOU LIKE A WOODEN CANE
WHILE I'M WALKIN THROUGH I'M WALKIN' THROUGH
THE VALLEY OF PAIN
I'M BELIEVN' THERE'S A REASON FOR THIS TRIAL
THIS TOO SHALL PASS IN A LITTLE WHILE
OH LORD HAVE MERCY IF I COMPLAIN
WHILE I'M WALKIN' THROUGH, I'M WALKIN THROUGH
A VALLEY OF PAIN
WHILE I'M WALKIN' THROUGH, I'M WALKIN THROUGH
A VALLEY OF PAIN
WON'T YOU BATHE ME IN A RIVER OF MY TEARS
WHISPER HOPE AND TRUTH AND COURAGE IN MY EARS
WHEN I'M HURTING I HAVE A DANGEROUS TOUNGE
I'LL LOSE IT AND USE IT LIKE A GUN
LORD STOP ME IF YOU SEE ME TAKIN' AIM
WHILE I'M WALKIN' THROUGH, I'M WALKIN THROUGH
A VALLEY OF PAIN
I'M WALKIN' THROUGH, I'M WALKIN THROUGH
A VALLEY OF PAIN
I'M WALKIN' THROUGH, I'M WALKIN THROUGH
A VALLEY OF PAIN
BATHE ME IN A RIVER OF MY TEARS
WHISPER HOPE AND TRUTH AND COURAGE IN MY EARS
REMIND ME WHEN I REACH THE OTHER SIDE
I'LL BE THANKFUL FOR EVERY TEAR THAT I CRIED
DON'T LET ME GROW BITTER I PRAY
GIVE ME STRENGTH TO CARRY ON MY WAY
DON'T LET THE DARKNESS DRIVE ME INSANE
WHILE I'M WALKIN' THROUGH, WALKIN THROUGH
A VALLEY OF PAIN
I'M WALKIN' THROUGH, I'M WALKIN' THROUGH
A VALLEY OF PAIN
I'M WALKIN' THROUGH, I'M WALKIN' THROUGH
THIS VALLEY OF PAIN
song performed by by Randy Travis
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Pejar Creek
Deep in the meadow grass
Easy stand the cattle,
Lightly lock the young bulls
In a mimic battle,
Pride gathers with each shock,
Every break and rally -
That’s where the Pejar runs,
Runs like a slip of silver through the valley.
Softly as a thrush sings
In the morning hushes,
Softly sing the waters
Round the reedy rushes,
Softly at the sand-bar,
Softly at the sally -
That’s where the Pejar runs,
Runs like a slip of silver through the valley.
Where awakes the morning
To dapple all the hills,
Where dewdrop, shaken,
Pendant slides and spills,
Where the golden bugles
Sunset calls reveille -
That’s where the Pejar runs,
Runs like a slip of silver through the valley.
Where the springtime blossoms
Like a mellow laughter,
Over all the grasses,
Over ridge and rafter,
Over all the tree-tops,
Down each ferny valley -
That’s where the Pejar runs,
Runs like a slip of silver through the valley.
Where the Pejar rises
Springs the Wollondilly,
Twinned upon the mountains
Babbling brook and ghyllie;
Where the bridge-heads rumble
Side by side they dally -
Out where the Pejar runs,
Runs like a slip of silver through the valley.
poem by Dame Mary Gilmore
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Under Our Tree
Like fine diamonds, the stars could shine
The evening breeze blowing so fair,
From the dark end I could see none,
And from the light end I could see you come,
The leaves will wither with honour,
Witnessing the arrival of the expected,
Under our tree was a house of love
Midnight approaches for two almost lovers,
Under our tree were moments of glee,
The romantic experiences we saw,
Under our tree was a fairtytale
The sentimental touch,
Under our tree was a moment of relaxation,
The sensetional periodic hugs,
Under that tree was a paradise,
Sitting there, sitting with you
Looking there, looking at stars,
Touching there, touching you legs,
Under our tree was a lost story
It was always you and me there,
The world see but it could never know,
Such our place was so nice to be,
Like proving something to someone,
Someone who is expecting nothing,
In pain and in joy, it remains our tree,
And for what the future has for us,
So shall we always look back at the tree,
And so shall we know where it started,
Under our tree was friendship,
Under our tree was more and more,
Under this tree shall be even more
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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