Burning Desire
Will you love me now as you did before
in your youthful days?
Can you will yourself back to them
and show me all the ways
you would shower me with your love
and never let me go?
Or are they forgotten now, my love?
Is there just the afterglow?
Youthful days and youthful ways
are intoxicating fire.
All you have inside of you
is uncontrollable desire.
You know nothing else.
You'd rather not.
You think to yourself
'My blood runs hot.'
Is it possible to stoke that fire anew
or is that just a dream?
For me, my answer's simple.
My heart is still the steam
that showers my thoughts of only you
and gives me what I need.
My youthful ways that are still alive
makes my heart to bleed
for you.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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One Of Those Days
Its been one of those days
That reminded me in many ways
Of when we were happy, still in love
Just a certain way the wind blows
Just a certain way the sun glows
Its been one of those days that reminded me of us
And even though its over I never will get over
These feelings that I get on certain days
And I know Ill always love you
And Ill always be thinkin of you
In certain kinds of ways, on certain kinds of days
And today well, its been one of those days
Its been one of those days and my heart feels so heavy
And my mind is so full of thoughts of you
Its been one of those days and Id give my life to see you
And to once more know the love that we once knew
And even though its over I never will get over
Oh these feelings that I get on certain days
I guess I know Ill always love you
And Ill always be thinkin of you
In certain kinds of ways, on certain kinds of days
And today well, its been one of, one of those days
Its been one of those days
That reminded me in many ways
Of when we were happy, still in love
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Ah, how sweet it is to love!
AH, how sweet it is to love!
Ah, how gay is young Desire!
And what pleasing pains we prove
When we first approach Love's fire!
Pains of love be sweeter far
Than all other pleasures are.
Sighs which are from lovers blown
Do but gently heave the heart:
Ev'n the tears they shed alone
Cure, like trickling balm, their smart:
Lovers, when they lose their breath,
Bleed away in easy death.
Love and Time with reverence use,
Treat them like a parting friend;
Nor the golden gifts refuse
Which in youth sincere they send:
For each year their price is more,
And they less simple than before.
Love, like spring-tides full and high,
Swells in every youthful vein;
But each tide does less supply,
Till they quite shrink in again:
If a flow in age appear,
'Tis but rain, and runs not clear.
poem by John Dryden
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The Charming Month of May
It was the charming month of May,
When all the flow’rs were fresh and gay.
One morning, by the break of day,
The youthful, charming Chloe—
From peaceful slumber she arose,
Girt on her mantle and her hose,
And o’er the flow’ry mead she goes—
The youthful, charming Chloe.
Chorus:
Lovely was she by the dawn,
Youthful Chloe, charming Chloe,
Tripping o’er the pearly lawn,
The youthful, charming Chloe.
The feather’d people you might see
Perch’d all around on every tree,
In notes of sweetest melody
They hail the charming Chloe;
Till, painting gay the eastern skies,
The glorious sun began to rise,
Outrival’d by the radiant eyes
Of youthful, charming Chloe.
Chorus
poem by Robert Burns
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I Dream Of Wires
(gary numan)
I am the final silence
The last electrician alive
And they called me the sparkle
I was the best
I worked them all
New ways, new ways
I dream of wires
We opened doors by thinking
We went to sleep by dialing go
We drove to work by backseat
I bought my wife in just for show
New ways, new ways
I dream of wires
So I press c for comfort
I dream of wires, the old days
New ways, new ways
I dream of wires
New ways, new ways
I dream of wires
New ways, new ways
I dream of wires
I am the final silence
The last electrician alive
And they called me the sparkle
I was the best
I worked them all
New ways, new ways
I dream of wires
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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From The Spanish Of Placido
Enough of love! Let break its every hold!
Ended my youthful folly! for I know
That, like the dazzling, glister-shedding snow,
Celia, thou art beautiful, but cold.
I do not find in thee that warmth which glows,
Which, all these dreary days, my heart has sought,
That warmth without which love is lifeless, naught
More than a painted fruit, a waxen rose.
Such love as thine, scarce can it bear love's name,
Deaf to the pleading notes of his sweet lyre,
A frank, impulsive heart I wish to claim,
A heart that blindly follows its desire.
I wish to embrace a woman full of flame,
I want to kiss a woman made of fire.
poem by James Weldon Johnson
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A Child's Eyes
To see through child's eyes again
Oh lord now such a dream,
Of scented air with not a care
And tales of all we've seen.
The warmth of days in summers haze
The softest breezes blew
A reverence of innocence
Those days were all too few.
When day was ending we grew tired
Then tucked into our beds
Spawned dreams of scenes, a field of fire
Inside our youthful heads.
But why these thoughts as I now age?
Should haunt me with such pain?
As life and strife is my next page
I wish for youth again.
poem by Dave James
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Poetry reveals to us the loveliness of nature, brings back the freshness of youthful feelings, reviews the relish of simple pleasures, keeps unquenched the enthusiasm which warmed the springtime of our being, refines youthful love, strengthens our interest in human mature, by vivid delineations of its tenderest and softest feelings, and through the brightness of its prophetic visions, helps faith to lay hold on the future life.
quote by William E. Channing
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Separate Ways
I wont apologize
The light shone from in your eyes
It isnt gone,
It will soon come back again.
Though we go our separate ways
Lookin for better days
Sharin our little boy,
Who grew from joy back then.
And its all because of that love we knew
That makes the world go round.
Separate ways, separate ways.
Separate ways, separate ways.
Me for me, you for you
Happiness is never through
Its only a change of plan
And that is nothing new.
As we go our separate ways.
Lookin for better days
Sharin our little boy,
Who grew from joy back then.
And its all because of that love we knew
That makes the world go round.
And its all because of the love we knew
It makes the world go round.
Separate ways, separate ways.
Separate ways, separate ways.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Back To The Old Ways
Back to the old ways
It's been days
Since pen has tasted paper
Days since soul and heart thought together
Mind on fire
Situation dire
So much falling
I hear her voice calling
Just some light
Coming from both sides... how might
I choose where to go?
I honestly don't know
Yet I do
I know which ways, but by nature and my will
I wish to go toward the false light which could kill
Me, though it's wrong I still wish to pursue
The girl who
I claim to love... yes it's her yet what do I do?
To not go after her I must against my nature
To go after her I must subvert my faith.. all for her
It's back to my old ways
It's been days
Crying
Trying to decide
I know if I choose wrong the punishment then a chide
I think I choose the pure light
Did I choose right?
poem by David Knox
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To Chadaev
The lies of fame and love’s resolve
Have vanished now without a trace,
Our youthful passions have dissolved
As though a dream or morning haze.
Yet, still, we’re burning with desire,
And with impatience in our souls,
Beneath the yoke of strength and fire,
We hark our country’s pleading calls.
In expectation, full of ardor,
The day of freedom we await, --
Thus waits a youthful, eager lover
The moment of the promised date.
And whilst with liberty we burn,
And whilst our hearts adore ovation,
Our country needs us, - let us turn
And dedicate our soul’s elation.
My friend, believe me that with thunder,
The star of joy will rise again!
And Russia will arise from slumber,
Our names will be incised with wonder
On remnants of oppressive reign!
poem by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
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In Your Own Ways
You are smart in your own ways
you are lovely in your own ways
you are beautiful in your own ways
You smile in your own ways
So crazy in your own ways
The madness of your own ways
such mysterious in your own ways
Those eyes of your own ways
You inspire me in your own ways
You talk in you own ways
you love me in your own ways
You suprise me in your own ways
Your kindness of its own kind
Your love of its own loveliness
your touch of its own comfort
And your kisses of its own sweetness
There is nothing so much worth to
treasure in my own ways than the
sweet memories of your own ways
Your life in your own ways
changes mine in its own way
God must have taken His own time
for sush a creation of its own kind
With everything in its own way
I must live your way.
poem by Moffat Mbuzi
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I Dream Of Wires
I am the final silence
The last electrician alive
And they called me the sparkle
I was the best, I worked them all
New ways, new ways
I dream of wires
We opened doors by thinking
We went to sleep by dialing o
We drove to work by proxy
I plugged my wife in, just for show
New ways, new ways
I dream of wires
So I press c for comfort
I dream of wires, the old days
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Of Pearls And Stars
The pearly treasures of the sea,
The lights that spatter heaven above,
More precious than these wonders are
My heart-of-hearts filled with your love.
The ocean's power, the heavenly sights
Cannot outweigh a love filled heart.
And sparkling stars or glowing pearls
Pale as love flashes, beams and darts.
So, little, youthful maiden come
Into my ample, feverish heart
For heaven and earth and sea and sky
Do melt as love has melt my heart.
The following English translation of 'The Sea Hath its Pearls' was composed by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882).
The Sea Hath Its Pearls
The sea hath its pearls,
The heaven hath its stars;
But my heart, my heart,
My heart hath its love.
Great are the sea, and the heaven;
Yet greater is my heart,
And fairer than pearls or stars
Flashes and beams my love.
Thou little, youthful maiden,
Come unto my great heart;
My heart, and the sea and the heaven
Are melting away with love!
poem by Heinrich Heine
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Blue Days
Blue Days
Blue days race
to starry nights.
Candles plunge
to panting dreams.
Power is brief.
The mounting sun
with youthful strength
lusts for noon’s brightest heights,
but ennui runs deep and gently receives
the sun’s fading fire,
night’s growing pyre.
poem by Steven Federle
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A Life-Lesson
There! little girl; don't cry!
They have broken your doll, I know;
And your tea-set blue,
And your play-house, too,
Are things of the long ago;
But childish troubles will soon pass by. --
There! little girl; don't cry!
There! little girl; don't cry!
They have broken your slate, I know;
And the glad, wild ways
Of your schoolgirl days
Are things of the long ago;
But life and love will soon come by. --
There! little girl; don't cry!
There! little girl; don't cry!
They have broken your heart I know;
And the rainbow gleams
Of your youthful dreams
Are things of the long ago;
But Heaven holds all for which you sigh. --
There! little girl; don't cry!
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Love Is Alive
Written by gary wright
Love is alive
Love is alive, yeah
Love is alive
Love is alive, yeah
Yeah yeah
Whooooo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(yeah)
When I think that its time to get ready
To realize just what I have found
I have been only half of what I am
Its all clear to me know
My heart is on fire
My souls like a wheel thats turning
My love is alive
My love is alive
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Whooooo
(yeah)
Well theres
Something inside thats makin me crazy
I try to keep me together
cause baby what I think
May not happen that way
Now I could be forever and ever
(my heart is on fire)
See my hearts on fire, baby
My souls like a wheel thats turning
(my love is alive) so alive of you, yeah
My love is alive
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can (survive)
(my love is alive)
Uh yeah, uh yeah
Uh
Feel so alive, yeah yeah
Whooooo
Yeah
Theres a mirror moving me inside my mind
Reflecting the love that is shining on me
Just call out
To that feeling
Let it go, let it flow
Whoaaaaaa
(my heart is on fire)
My heart is on fire
My souls like a wheel thats turning
My love is alive, uh yeah
My love is alive
Yeah yeah yeah
(my heart is on fire)
My heart is on fire, baby
My souls like a wheel thats turning
My love is alive, uh yeah
My love is alive
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Uh
Say my love is
Alive
song performed by by Vonda Shepard
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Just ‘Human
Reviving
Skeletons
Of past ‘incomplete'
Sweet memory
Chained their ‘lives'
As they
Always
Dreamt about
As they
Always
‘Long' desired
Fire and fire
Ignited hidden
Love and glory
Long forgotten
In a ‘childhood' story
‘Creating'
Emotional illness
‘Creating'
Self-imposed
Barbed wire
Fire and fire
Youthful wanted
And
Required
The young 'grow'
Stronger
But they
Wither
‘Soon' later
As
‘Old' ‘Lonely' ‘Sick'
Earning the human title
Of
‘Just'
‘Retired'
Fire and fire
Born to live
Born to die
Born for a purpose
Easily forgotten
But realisation
Could happen
Once in a while
But only when
They silence
Their earthly
Minds
As and when
In control
When and how
They consciously
Are
Able
To
Decide
poem by Najib Altawell
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To love again and remember
To love again and remember
~
To love again and remember
The joys of a youthful laugh
The whispered words of lovers
The giggles and private jokes
Each kiss stolen when possible
A smile as you say beautiful
The curl of the lips raises up
What little joys remain kept
The touch of another’s hand
Holding tightly not letting go
To be in love again and remember
Every little private pleasure
In the heart which is singing
All the joys of being in love
Aloud and in secret it is clear
How happy it is to remember
The joys of a youthful laugh
Private jokes and kisses stolen
Smiling through whispered words
Eyes looking into each other
Oh to love again and remember
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Paradox
He never touched her limbs;
But she ever touched his heart.
She is not a paragon of beauty;
Yet to him she is par excellence.
She never spoke to him love;
Yet her every word is love.
It is before him that she blushed;
It is before her that he flushed.
They spoke less and chatted less;
But ocean of tacit feelings crossed.
She is the cause for his hundred poems,
And is the source of his youthful rhythm.
That much none kindled her;
That much none stirred him either.
His gain of her is immense;
Vice versa she only knows.
He let her know like ‘water in glass’;
She is yet to let her cat out of the bag.
Their paths would lead nowhere;
Still he treads on only that way.
Why is this paradox,
From their orthodox?
No law is for stimulus.
Both ways it is perilous.
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poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lazy Ways
Hazy Days
With Lazy Ways
You get less done but more
Out of your days
How can you work yet avoid
Getting out of your lazy ways
You'll never get up if you don't get up
You'll always stay down if you sit around
You'll never get up if you don't get up
You'll always stay down if you sit around
Hazy Days
Lazy Ways
We got less done but more
Out of our days
How can we ever recapture the feeling
Of lazy ways
You'll never get up if you don't get up
You'll always stay down if you sit around
Where nobody cares and nobody tries
'Cos a daydreams resting on the back of your eyes
On the back of your eyes
Taking five
Bring love to me
With your body
Let me hold you
Endless, endlessly
You'll never get up if you don't get up
You'll always stay down if you sit around
Where nobody cares and nobody tries
'Cos a daydreams resting on the back of your eyes
On the back of your eyes
Hazy days
Lazy ways
You get less done but more
Out of your days
Crazy days
Lazy ways)
song performed by by 10 Cc
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