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What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, And Where, And Why (Sonnet XLIII)

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.

poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Sonnet XLIII (What lips my lips have kissed)

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh

Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.

Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:

I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.

poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Sonnets (1923)

VIII8.
Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word!
.
Give back my book and take my kiss instead.
.
Was it my enemy or my friend I heard,
.
"What a big book for such a little head!"
.
Come, I will show you now my newest hat,
.
And you may watch me purse my mouth and prink!
.
Oh, I shall love you still, and all of that.
.
I never again shall tell you what I think.
.
I shall be sweet and crafty, soft and sly;
.

You will not catch me reading any more:
.

I shall be called a wife to pattern by;
.

And some day when you knock and push the door,
.

Some sane day, not too bright and not too stormy,
.

I shall be gone, and you may whistle for me. IX9.
Here is a wound that never will heal, I know,
.
Being wrought not of a dearness and a death,
.
But of a love turned ashes and the breath
.
Gone out of beauty; never again will grow
.
The grass on that scarred acre, though I sow
.
Young seed there yearly and the sky bequeath
.
Its friendly weathers down, far underneath
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Shall be such bitterness of an old woe.
.
That April should be shattered by a gust,
.

That August should be levelled by a rain,
.

I can endure, and that the lifted dust
.

Of man should settle to the earth again;
.

But that a dream can die, will be a thrust
.

Between my ribs forever of hot pain. XVIII18.
I, being born a woman and distressed
.
By all the needs and notions of my kind,
.
Am urged by your propinquity to find
.
Your person fair, and feel a certain zest
.
To bear your body's weight upon my breast:
.
So subtly is the fume of life designed,
.
To clarify the pulse and cloud the mind,
.
And leave me once again undone, possessed.
.
Think not for this, however, the poor treason
.

Of my stout blood against my staggering brain,
.

I shall remember you with love, or season
.

My scorn with pity, -- let me make it plain:
.

I find this frenzy insufficient reason
.

For conversation when we meet again. XIX19.
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
.
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
.
Under my head till morning; but the rain
.
Is full of ghosts to-night, that tap and sigh
.
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
.
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
.
For unremembered lads that not again
.
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
.
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
.

Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
.

Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
.

I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
.

I only know that summer sang in me
.

A little while, that in me sings no more.

poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Steal The Thunder

Here you come again, lookin' for another thrill
With your lipstick, high heel shoes, lookin' like you're dressed to kill
Tattoo stuck on you, branded by a chosen few
What short memory, now it's time to pay your dues
Don't you hear a word I say? Just turn your head and look this way
And read my lips, read my lips, listen to me, I'm talkin' to you
Read my lips, read my lips, I'm tellin' you, I'm through with you
I know where you go when you need to get some
Bad little actress on a mattress, it's seduction, anything for you
You don't you hear a word I say, so turn your head and look this way
And read my lips, read my lips, listen to me, I'm talkin' to you
Read my lips, read my lips, listen to me, you're history
I've been watching what you do, and it doesn't take a fool
To see what we've been through, oh, gonna turn the page on you
(Solo)
You don't you hear a word I say, so turn your head and look this way
And read my lips, read my lips, listen to me, I'm talkin' to you
Read my lips, read my lips, oh, I'm through with you
Read my lips, oh, read my lips, listen to me, I'm talkin' to you
Read my lips, read my lips, listen to me, you're history
Oh yeah, read my lips, I said, read my lips, read my lips
Just read my lips
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song performed by by Loverboy
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Summer Precipitation

The cup of old sadness is full; there is little I want to
know, the banal pilfering of politicians stirs me not
into moral ire, they did what people try doing daily
if they can, small time thieving we understand and
therefore can be virtuous about it, while big banks
crimes are too complex and are quickly forgotten.
Summer rain the earth smells of freshly dug graves,
don’t pick the flowers in the glade though, they are
for June weddings and not to be wasted on old men’s
graves. Spill not, drink your hemlock; get up walk in
the rain listen how nature sings and greet s you, all
while you remember a June bride gone. The nymph
had blond hair and green eyes, red lips that tasted of
rose’s dew, till bad magic turned her into a housewife.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Read My Lips

Words and music: doug johnson, mike reno, neil shilkin
Here you come again, lookin for another thrill
With your lipstick, high heel shoes, lookin like youre
Dressed to kill
Tattoo stuck on you, branded by a chosen few
What short memory, now its time to pay your dues
Dont you hear a word I say?
Just turn your head and look this way
And read my lips
Read my lips, listen to me, Im talkin to you
Read my lips
Read my lips, Im tellin you, Im through with you
I know where you go when you need to get some
Bad little actress on a mattress, its seduction
Anything for you
You dont hear a word I say
So turn your head and look this way
And, read my lips
Read my lips, listen to me, Im talkin to you
Read my lips
Read my lips, listen to me, youre history
Ive been watching what you do
And it doesnt take a fool
To see what weve been through
Oh, gonna turn the page on you
(guitar solo)
You dont hear a word I say
So turn your head and look this way
And read my lips
Read my lips, listen to me, Im talkin to you
Read my lips
Read my tips, oh, Im through with you
Read my tips
Read my lips, listen to me, Im talkin to you
Read my lips
Read my lips, listen to me, youre history
Oh yeah, read my lips
I said, read my lips
Read my lips
Just read my lips

song performed by by Loverboy
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Love So Hot

Kissed by the hour -
Tonight can never rain tomorrow -
Black passed midnight -
Tonight -
Held in your arms, today, grey to the noon -
Your warmth bitter to my cold -
Is that the purpose of your hold -
The moon shines -
Mirrored off your lips -
Circles the flames -
Around the fire -
Which burns holes -
Which burns memories -
Clear in my mind -
Love so hot -
Heats my heart -
The one you key -
With my thank you -
With my please -
With ease -
My heart you seized

poem by Unic Cjonr
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Hey There Lonely Girl

Hey there lonely girl, lonely girl
Let me make your broken heart like new
Oh, my lonely girl, lonely girl
Dont you know this lonely boy loves you
Ever since he broke your heart, you seem so lost
Each time you pass my way
How I long to take your hand and say dont cry
Ill kiss your tears away
Hey...lonely girl, my only girl
Let me make your broken heart like new
Hey there lonely girl, lonely girl
Dont you know this lonely boy loves you
(you think that only his two lips can kiss your lips)
(and make your heart stand still)
But once youre in my arms youll see
No one can kiss your lips the way I will
The way I will
Hey there lonely girl, lonely girl
Let me make your broken heart like new
Hey there lonely girl, lonely girl
Dont you know this lonely boy loves you
Dont you know this lonely boy loves you
Ooh...
Hey there lonely girl, lonely girl
Let me make, let me make your heart like new, oh, yeah
Hey there lonely girl, lonely girl

song performed by by New Edition
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Lonely Girl

song performed by by New Edition
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Cant Stand Still

(young - young)
When I see a pretty woman
You know it gives me a thrill
And shes a tailor made to order
You know I cant stand still
And you wont need a doctor
cause itll cure all ills
And when I hear a noisy party
You know it gives me a chill
It gets me rockin and a rollin
And I cant stand still
From morning till midnight
You know I cant stand still
You know I cant stand still
I cant stand still
You know I cant stand still
I cant stand still
From morning till midnight
You know I cant stand still, oh yeah
When it comes to sippin honey
You know I drink my fill
And Ill be dancin on the water
You know I cant stand still
From morning till midnight
You know I cant stand still, oh yeah
You know I cant stand still
I cant stand still
I cant stand still
You know I cant stand still
From morning till midnight
You know I cant stand still
You know I cant stand still
I cant stand still
Baby I cant stand still
I just cant stand still
From morning till midnight
You know I cant
You know I cant stand still
Thank you lads, thank you lads, thank you

song performed by by AC-DC
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Sweet Surrender

(stewart, le mesurier)
You come to me with open arms
Trying to rectify my charms
You say tonight Im to be your lover
And by the morning light Im to discover
Everything that youve held inside of you
Whats a man like me supposed to do
Sweet oh sweet surrender
Sweet, sweet surrender
You tell me that youre lonely and youre sad
And tonight Im to be your only man
You wear those things that turn my head
You ruffle my ego but not my bed
Seems like summer when youre close at hand
If I seem eager then youll understand
Sweet, sweet surrender
Sweet, sweet surrender
Heart is tired and full of doubt
Now youve sucked me in dont spit me out
Lay your head down next to mine
And in each others arms well entwine
Look me straight in the eyes and tell me
Between your heart and mind I see
Sweet oh sweet surrender
Sweet, sweet surrender
Surrender

song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Stand in The Rain

She stands bellow the tree,
As she looks out towards the sea.

Her eyes see the blue, yet her mind is lost,
It has left her on it's journey remembering what it lost.

The breeze blows though her dark crimson hair,
And still she does not blink, she only stares.

She stares though nothing only seeing pain,
The pain that has left her standing in the rain.

The rain falls around her on the sea,
Yet still she stands under the tree,

It will not leave her, it will not go,
What she has seen will never go,

She will always remain alone,
She remains in the wind as it moans,

She feels movement of the air,
Yet she does not hear it, she does not fear,

Se fears not the storm, only the pain,
She stands by the side of the sea, stands in the rain.

She stands here, still,
As the pain begons to kill.

She stands and looks past her heart through the pain,
As she stands in the rain.

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Oh unchanging tree

Such a beautiful thing Is a tree.
In summer, in winter, in spring, in fall
the beauty of a tree, doesn't change at all

The leaves fall to the ground
all the richest beautiful color
can be found

The snow falls
but it doesn't hurt the tree,
it just lays on it's branches
like frosting on a cake

Then it gets warm, the snow melts.
Say goodbye to to winter, say hello to sping.
New life is such a beautiful thing

But so is the tree, the beautiful mighty tree.
That stands alone as the seasons pass
as when you were old or just a lass.

A tree must have a heart, because when it falls to the ground.
No Joy can be found..

So when you see a tree say hello, they can get lonely you know.
Tell them a story, tell them a poem, they will listen.
This I know

poem by Summer Song
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My Loves Wedding

One said, its a secret
So don't say to anyone
Said, she is marrying
That she is, my love
The one, don't knew it

Heart stopped for second
And started to pain badly
My throat too had felt it
But my lips had smiled
And said, its good news

The one said me date
And told me to come
By then heart was broken
But my lips still smiled
Said, wish i can do so

The one started to say
About my loves only love
So my ears were on job
And lips carried the talk
But rest of me had died

The one told me all
About my loves love
Then my dead heart felt
My loves love is better
Far far better than me

So I wiped my eyes
Said bye to the one
And placed hand on heart
Said, its time to sing
For my only loves wedding

Wedding, which i can't go
My broken heart is weak
It can't break down more
But its each broken piece
Sings a happy marry life

Forever to my loves wedding

poem by Kranthi Pothineni
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Villanelle

We said farewell, my youth and I,
When all fair dreams were gone or going,
And Love’s red lips were cold and dry.
When white blooms fell from tree-tops high—
Our Austral winter’s way of snowing—
We said farewell, my youth and I.

We did not sigh—what use to sigh
When Death passed as a mower mowing,
And Love’s red lips were cold and dry?

But hearing Life’s stream thunder by,
That sang of old through flowers flowing,
We said farewell, my youth and I.

There was no hope in the blue sky,
No music in the low winds blowing,
And Love’s red lips were cold and dry.

My hair is black as yet, then why
So sad! I know not, only knowing
We said farewell, my youth and I.

All are not buried when they die;
Dead souls there are through live eyes showing
When Love’s red lips are cold and dry.

So, seeing where the dead men lie,
Out of their hearts the grave-flowers growing,
We said farewell, my youth and I,
When Love’s red lips were cold and dry.

poem by Victor James Daley
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Ode To Autumn

Thou sombre lady of down-bended head,
And weary lashes drooping to the cheek,
With sweet sad fold of lips uncomforted,
And listless hands more tired with strife than meek ;
Turn here thy soft brown feet, and to my heart,
Unmatched to Summer's golden minstrelsy,
Or Spring's shrill pipe of joy, sing once again
Sad songs, and I to thee
Well tuned, will answer that according part
That jarred with those young seasons' gladder strain.

Give me thy empty branches for the biers
Of perished joys, thy winds to sigh my sighs,
Thy falling leaves to count my falling tears,
And all thy mists to dim my aching eyes.
There is no comfort in thy lips, and none
In thy cold arms, nor pity in thy breast,
But better 'tis in gray hours to have grief,
Than to affront the sun
With sunless woe, when every flower and leaf
Conspires to make the season merriest.

The drip of rain-drops on the sodden earth,
The trampled mud-stained grass, the shifting leaves,
The silent hurrying birds, the sickly birth
Of the red sun in misty skies, the sheaves
Of rotting ruined corn, the sudden gusts
Of angry winds, the clouds that fly all night
Before the stormy moon, thy desolate moans,
All thy decays and rusts,
Thy deaths and dirges, these are tuned aright
To my unquiet soul that sorrow owns.

But ah ! thy gentler mood, the honeyed kiss
Of thy faint watery sunshine, thy pale gold,
Thy dark red berries, and the ambergris
That paints the lingering leaves, while on the mould,
Their dead make bronze and sepia carpetings
That lightly rustle in thy quiet breath.
These are the shadows of departed smiles,
The ghosts of happy things ;
These break again the broken heart, the whiles
Thou goest onto winter, I to Death.

poem by Lord Alfred Douglas
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The Rose Tree Of Winter

In the cold winds of Winter she stands thorny and bare
In Summer large beautiful red flowers she did wear
The Rose tree of Winter not a pretty sight
At a time of year with litle warmth in the sunlight,
When the birds in the sunlit gardens will nest and sing
She will wear her new leaves and rosebuds of the Spring
As a tree the rose tree does not grow very tall
Compared to most trees she does seem very small
But in her full bloom none as lovely as she
In her cloak of flowers she's a beautiful tree
But in Winter she stands there by the garden wall
Of the garden trees the most forlorn one of all
And though it may still be a few months from the Spring
The white backed magpie on the blackwood tree sing
But without her leaves and flowers prickly looking and bare
The rose tree looks drab in the cool morning air.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Only

Only if you want to, she said,
only if it means to you what

it means to me. The other
members of the choir were

ahead on their way to the next
house for carol singing, the full

moon luminous above, the voices
of others like faraway whispers

of ghosts. She looked at you; her
blue eyes searching every aspect

of you for an answer. Yes, it does,
you replied, your words hanging

around your head like tamed birds.
She smiled and closed her blue eyes

and moved toward you and kissed.
Lips to lips, flesh to flesh, no tongues

(at least not then that intrusion of
the mouths) just skin touching skin,

seemingly an outward sign of how
you felt within. She drew you into

her arms; you sensed her breast
beneath her coat, felt her body

touching yours. The kiss ended,
the lovers drew apart, the others

had paused outside another house
to begin their carol singing once again.

She held your hand in hers; electricity
sparkled; down came the soft rain.

poem by Terry Collett
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We sleep like hours unslept in the eyes

we sleep like hours unslept in the eye
we wakefully take them to the first of dawn
'let something break out' you say
and I am silent my eyes are silent
my lips are pregnant with sleep

we sleep like leaves forgotten by the tree
we rootlessly take them to a garden heart
'let something plant us' you say
and I am sad my eyes are sad
my lips are yearning for sleep

we sleep like lakes moon shattered rays
we facelessly list them unto the names
'let there be something' you say
and I am crying my eyes are crying
my lips can deliver no sleep

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The rain that cool my pain

droplets of rain could stop my pain, tears
from a dew of the morning straw wouldn't ease
the tears in my inner flow

feel the flower suck standby as the proboscis
butterfly act; envy the birds that lay in the eggs
capture the moisturizing play

rain comes as it may go, wet my shoulder
and head make it so, and may the face cover
with snow, wipe me up to clean for all you
know

rain stare my eyes, night and day you always
be the memory of me, till you see droplets of
like grain in the grinding stone i must be

my angels prayer pour out their tears, in every
check they touch my lips; tired and exhausted,
still they step in my longing heart, i felt am
strips

delightful rain; wish me to clean and cool my
pain of today …..

poem by Antonio Liao
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My prayers

I touched your cold hands
hands that worked the land
caressed your tousled hair
hair that had known flair
kissed your silent lips
lips that sweet secrets keep

My prayers in vain
tears leaving stain

Your words lodged themselves
deep in the crevices and shelves
awaiting the moment of freedom
to shine in the kingdom

I touched her little hands
hands that hold no plan
caressed her soft hair
hair that dances in the air
kissed her sweet lips
lips that smile at the tips

My prayers in pain
soul bare lain

Her laughter clear as bells
chasing away spells
dispersing shadows with her light
casting wrongs putting them right

Your words came flying back
Have faith tho thee lack
it will sustain thee
in life without plea

My prayers in gratitude
love in servitude

poem by Jaan Zhou
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