Art and Heart
Though critics may bow to art, and I am its own true lover,
It is not art, but heart, which wins the wide world over.
Though smooth be the heartless prayer, no ear in Heaven will mind it,
And the finest phrase falls dead if there is no feeling behind it.
Though perfect the player's touch, little, if any, he sways us,
Unless we feel his heart throb through the music he plays us.
Though the poet may spend his life in skilfully rounding a measure,
Unless he writes from a full, warm heart he gives us little pleasure.
So it is not the speech which tells, but the impulse which goes with the saying;
And it is not the words of the prayer, but the yearning back of the praying.
It is not the artist's skill which into our soul comes stealing
With a joy that is almost pain, but it is the player's feeling.
And it is not the poet's song, though sweeter than sweet bells chiming,
Which thrills us through and through, but the heart which beats under the rhyming.
And therefore I say again, though I am art's own true lover,
That it is not art, but heart, which wins the wide world over.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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My Lovers Prayer
My lovers prayer
In the history of
A life takes a heart
When the power of love comes together
There is nothing can tear us apart
And the touch of your hand I can feel
That what we got is stronger than steel
Thats when you hear
My lovers prayer
Its my own silent message to you
Takes me there, my lovers prayer
And my soul is divided in two
With my love on the line
I send it all over the world
Out on the air
cause I cant let go
And my heart has a mind of its own
Its my lovers prayer
Its the mystery of
A place blessed by us
And the moment of truth is forever
In the face of incredible odds
And the look in your eyes tells me why
Let our words burn a sign in the sky
My lovers prayer
Its as easy as talking to you
All my life, having you there
In my own private vision come true
Youre heaven on earth
Youre the fire and all that Im worth
And I can be strong
You hold the key
Dont say its over
Dont say its over for me
My lovers prayer
Its as easy as talking to you
All my life, having you there
In my own private vision come true
In my search for your love
I send it all over the world
Its all I can bare
And the nights get long
But my heart holds on
Its no empty words
Its my own silent message to you
Takes me there, my lovers prayer
And my soul is divided in two
cause I cant let go
And my heart has a mind of its own
Its my lovers prayer
song performed by by Bee Gees
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A Poet
a poet knows nothing best than a seer, nay neither
touches like a magician nor prays like a monk, yet!
feel the tremendous heart that breathes and sees the
oozing shadow of the light, a poet lives
Oh! what wonder! each word exists where
every poet has come to paste, as the world
turns its page every color the pen refreshes
as the poet begins to tell, every feeling makes it
to fulfill, though in every edge there is always some
sad stories that everybody could feel and relate
a poet always wins in every ink of a pen, there is
always pain, turning others' gain, the end
holds on to reign, and the heart of the immortal fight
has just begun, transcend beyond it rainbow's
plain, wherein every poetry the dying soul comes
to raise the wonderful surprises of life
as the fulfillment has gone, and every one's dream
has achieved and the poet now wishes to repose in the
lamp light grave the pen it lays, leaving the world to
be freed watching my hand to flee
wish me luck; the time has to come, where my day is
counted in the pen everyone is perfected and my
moment is for you to remember that in very write our
soul leads us to be upright and every way is alright,
and now haggle me to know that I am a poet at the
end of my life
a poet in a shining armor of light.........
poem by Antonio Liao
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This Feeling
I've never understood,
the truth of the heart,
I've never known,
this feeling I have.
I know it's true,
this feeling I have,
but you will never know,
this feeling is for you.
It's sort of a good thing,
that you don't know,
because then I won't,
be broken once more.
The heart doesn't lie,
the heart is true,
you'll never know,
my heart beats for you.
They say that this feeling,
will stay with you forever,
I don't know if it's true,
I just know it's you.
Tell me why it's you,
I see in my dreams,
why it's you,
I feel a calling to.
poem by Katherine Bryce
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Song In My Heart
Maurice white, garry glenn and brenda russell
Ive gotta song in my heart
And a feeling just for you
So good that, we cant tear apart
A love thats positively true
Cant stop these feelings I got
Cause Ive been trying to get thru
Ive gotta song in my heart
And a feeling just for you
Oh, its time that we show
Just what one means, to the other
Take my hand, and youll know
We got a whole world to discover
Oh, i, Ive gotta song in my heart
And a feeling just for you
Ive gotta song in my heart
And feeling, feeling
Once in a lifetime you feel
This ringing in the air
Something delightful and real
Is something we can share
Now that weve started a spark,
Theres light thats peeping thru
Ive gotta song in my heart
And a feeling just for you
Smile, love will show
A wonderful blessing for believers
And what youre giving me, Im giving right back
Right back to you, try giving up, planting a reason
For deceiving
Love, it gives a touch
And love is pleasing and receiving
Oh, i, Ive gotta song in my heart
And a feeling just for you
song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
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If You Are a Poet
If you are a poet it means so much
as others souls you often touch.
Your own soul you cruelly cut
petting the others with your blood.
To be a poet means to sing of beauty
and it’s the main poet’s duty.
Rhyming the words to tell the truth
and it has to be quite smooth.
To be a poet means to burn with passion,
to treat the others grief with a compassion,
to love the others as yourself,
to hear the voice of kind elf.
To be a poet means to dream,
to tell the world a touching theme,
to speak sincerely and frankly
but not just rhyming poems blankly.
Rhyming words is not the main,
there’s no need to strain your brain.
If your heart has nothing to tell
rhymed words will look like hell.
To be a poet means to write
as if your blood gushes from vein,
to write the rhythm of living breath,
the rhythm of life that seethe.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
30/9 2010
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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This Is My Prayer For You
Peaceful valleys, mountaintops
No dark alleys, or sudden stops
This is my prayer
This is my prayer for you
Love is calling, starry skies
Always falling, but not for lies
This is my prayer
This is my prayer for you
Chorus:
May all your sweet dreams go unbroken
May every wish youve ever spoken
Come true
This is my prayer
This is my prayer for you
Celebrations, true blue friends
Revelations, and a heart that mends
This is my prayer
This is my prayer for you
Repeat chorus
Arms that welcome, doors opened wide
All your loved ones, gathered by your side
This is my prayer
This is my prayer for you
May all your days be filled with laughter
May all your prayers be quickly answered
This is my prayer
This is my prayer for you
song performed by by Reba Mcentire, music by Tony Arata, Gary Scruggs
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The Way Of It
This is the way of it, wide world over,
One is beloved, and one is the lover,
One gives and the other receives.
One lavishes all in a wild emotion,
One offers a smile for a life’s devotion,
One hopes and the other believes,
One lies awake in the night to weep,
And the other drifts off in a sweet sound sleep.
One soul is aflame with a godlike passion,
One plays with love in an idler’s fashion,
One speaks and the other hears.
One sobs, ‘I love you, ’ and wet eyes to show it,
And one laughs lightly, and says, ‘I know it, ’
With smiles for the other’s tears.
One lives for the other and nothing beside,
And the other remembers the world is wide.
This is the way of it, sad earth over,
The heart that breaks is the heart of the lover,
And the other learns to forget.
‘For what is the use in endless sorrow?
Though the sun goes down, it will rise tomorrow;
And life is not over yet.’
Oh! I know this truth, if I know no other,
That passionate Love is Pain’s own mother.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Hey There, Mr. Lonely Heart
This song was first released on the one world album. it is the only album it has been released on.
Hey there, mr. lonely heart, if you could find the time
I would like to sit and talk, to see if we could find
The answer to the mystery of love's most precious seed
Is it in a touch or in a kiss or simply in the need
Or is it really love itself that always wants to give
The heart and soul of all of us and everything that lives
Hey there, mr. cold, cold heart, i know i could be wrong
To think that life could be so sweet and love could be so strong
As to gather everyone of us, like one big family
To share with one another all we have and all we see
It's true the deepest part of us is everywhere the same
And that the only differences are really just the names
We can join the children's song and show them that we care
Let them know we're on their side, no matter when or where
We can free their hearts from fear and hunger reconcile
We can give a child a chance and give a child a smile
True love is still the answer, and we are still the way
The gift is in the giving, and in living what we say
And if you have a lonely heart, this song is just for you
To ask for all that you can give and all that you can do
Remember that the mystery of love's most precious seed
Is in the heart of all of us, true love is all we need
It's in the heart of all of us, true love is all we need
Within the heart of all of us, true love is all we need
Within the heart of all of us, true love is all we need
Within the heart of all of us, true love is all we need
Within the heart of all of us, true love is all we need
Within the heart of all of us, true love is all we need
Words and music by john denver
song performed by by John Denver
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In His World
(kostas/leigh reynolds)
Every night I dream about him
In my world of fantasy
I pretend that were together
In his world theres a garden in the moonlight
In his world theres a sweet and gentle breeze
In his world, oh he tells me that he loves me
Thats where my heart wants to be
I saw a star falls from the heaven
I hope the wish I made comes true
I dont want to live without him
In his world I can see a new tomorrow
In his world where he gives his heart to me
In his world we will share this love together
Thats where my heart wants to be
Why must I go on pretending
Why cant I tell him how I feel
These sweet dreams are never ending
And this loneliness is real
I saw a star fall from the heavens
I hope the wish I made comes true
I dont want to live without him
In his world I can see a new tomorrow
In his world where he gives his heart to me
In his world we will share this love together
Thats where my heart wants to be
In his world theres a garden in the moonlight
In his world theres a sweet and gentle breeze
In his world, oh he tells me that he loves me
Thats where my heart wants to be
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Love Wins Over Everything
She loves with heart and soul
His love sets her heart on fire
A love that is rare but so true
How he fills her every desire
Love Wins Over Everything
He thinks of her and smiles
He wants to hold her very tight
She is his life and much more
The love he gives is for life
Love Wins Over Everything
Together they lay side by side
The words of love flows on
How much love they share
True love is always so strong
Love Wins Over Everything
poem by Suelynn Walters
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Music
Music, the sound of loud music just rocks my heart and soul. The feeling is so amazing because the life seems so fulfilled when good music is around. Bright and complete I become. Everything is so perfect when I hear a cool song. Music, it is music. Ultimate feeling can be recieved through loud and lovely music. Listen and feel the rhythm with your heart so that it can touch the soul. Music, loud music.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Til' The Last Drop
My pen has only a little ink before it is dry, but my heart still has many more words to say. So I will write until my heart has no more words to say or ’til the last drop.
My dear sweet love;
It has been several years since my eyes have had the pleasure of seeing your beautiful face, or my arms the pleasure of feeling your warm embrace.
But I’d like you to know ‘til the last tear dropp falls
from my eyes, in my heart your love will lie.
‘Til the last dropp of love leaves my heart, you and I will never part.
‘Til the last dropp of compassion is drained from my soul, in my arms you I will forever hold.
It has been several years since you been out my life, and even through you’re in heaven you’re still my wife.
Well, my love the words are starting to fade, but not because my heart has no more to say, but my pen is going dry.
But before the last dropp I’d like you to know I will love you ‘til the day I die.
Worlds Greatest Lover
Words and music by rick nielsen
Youre the worlds greatest lover in my world
Youre the worlds greatest lover in my world
In my heart, in my world
There is no one else
In the whole wide world
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
As I sit and write this letter
And think of home
As I sit and write this letter
And think of home
In my heart, in my world
There is music that Ive never heard
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
In my world, in my world
Like Ive never heard in my world
I aint a poet, baby, Im a man
Im comin home darlin, fast as I can
I aint a poet, baby
Im just a man that loves you
I love you
Youre the worlds greatest lover in my world
Youre the worlds greatest lover in my world
In my heart, in my world
There is music that Ive never heard
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
In my world, in my world
Like Ive never heard in my world
In my world
Im comin home darlin, darlin
song performed by by Cheap Trick
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Our Lives
Our lives are songs. God writes the words,
And we set them to music at pleasure;
And the song grows glad, or sweet, or sad,
As we choose to fashion the measure.
We must write the music, whatever the song,
Whatever its rhyme, or metre;
And if it is sad, we can make it glad,
Or if sweet, we can make it sweeter.
One has a song that is free and strong;
But the music he writes is minor;
And the sad, sad strain is replete with pain,
And the singer becomes a repiner.
And he thinks God gave him a dirge-like lay,
Nor knows that the words are cheery;
And the song seems lonely and solemn-only
Because the music is dreary.
And the song of another has through the words
An under current of sadness;
But he sets it to music of ringing chords,
And makes it a pean of gladness.
So whether our songs are sad or not,
We can give the world more pleasure,
And better ourselves, by setting the words
To a glad, triumphant measure.
1872
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Love your heart forever.......
I know that you love me with your soft heart
and I can hear your heart beat tells my love
Can you hear my heart says love you forever
and makes my breath catch with your soul
Missing you and feeling blue most of the time
and I want to tell you what I feel about you
Falling in love with you gives my heart happiness
and I will not stop loving you even my soul in rest
Believing in your heart gives me strength
and makes my heart strong to forget you not
Telling you to hold all my secret in your heart
and all those secrets touch you with my lips
Do you know that you are always in my heart
and I can dream your love even you are not there
I know that you want to hold my heart closely
and my love is there for you unconditionally
Remember, my words are so true with your love
and those words love your heart forever
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
poem by Ravi Sathasivam
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By Night The muses told me.
By night the muses snatched me away, in to their
loveliest
Abode where the gods grow fond of. But poor I am in word to describe
The heavenly refinement of this humble paradise.
Laying me helplessly on this sour grass and looking into the early skies as a lover
On the tour of painful love and yet whispering in my ears as my ears quiver for answers
My dear poet the fairest of them all, whose heart is as loveliest as a thousand bouquets of roses laid by the lover's bed.
Grow within your thought the learning of love and let the world be indeed a beautiful place for you.
Though I do not challenge your words great muses, whose radiate skin bring light in darkness, whose word flow from your mouth as you were present when the world came to being, my great and wonderful muses, whose song feels the heart of the faint lover and bring to tame the proudest heart of the lion on a mid day hunt.
Your beauty I as a mortal i dare not compare any beauty with.
How should I love, how should I give my heart and not get pain in return,
You trained my heart and though I am weak, spirit me away in to your humble blossom
And let me rest my head on your golden lap.
For my lips are so moisten with words from my heart, I am not in control of my self.
If I, a lover of a thousand women, how then should I, a god like me
In mortal flesh prevent my pleasures for over taking me.
Hence my muse answered,
my dear poet and god, who I bestow my graces upon, who
Are the hands I write my songs and poem with, do no despair, write what ever I tell you through your heart and understand my plight, but if still you do not comprehend go and listen to my dear god Ovid, it was him Venus thought the art of love
But oh my dear lord and love muses, your words grace my heart, but my mind is not at peace
Ovid my great and wonderful love teacher, who none compares not even Shakespeare with his renown wits and words' sit with open eyes and heart applaud when he delivers the speech of love. But still I am a lover of thousand women.
My dearest, whom I endowed with the riches of words, hear me, your heart though full of wonder love, it is with it I deliver the power of love through, learn to live with it my young poet.
Tell the loveliest women how you feel and if she does not comprehend, craft them into words on paper, go my young poet and tell the ladies of the world through your words how elegant they seem in there natural beauty, how beauty grows and fade. Tell them to grace there appearance with inner beauty for the goddess and muses shall be with you.
You are my handy work, the man of a thousand lover, forgive cupid for his jealous looks my dear poet live and enjoy your fruitful days as young, soon old age comes fleeting in a chariot.
poem by Samuel Donkor
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This heart beats
This heart beats,
only cause of you
This heart beats,
just to know its true
This heart beats,
like a love i cant control
This heart beats,
to let everybody know
This heart beats,
when i see your smile
This heart beats,
just before i dial
This heart beats,
i hope you feel the same
This heart beats,
cause my heart is where i write your name
poem by Anonymous One
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What A Man Becomes
When a man falls in love he becomes a lover
Above his woman he puts no other
And when he closes his eyes, she will materialize
And never does he want to be with another.
He thinks about his love every day and night
As he wants to always keep her in his heart and sight
And when he is alone, To the world it is known
That she is his life and also his light.
When a man is cheated on he becomes a cynic
His love and their life he will then mock and mimic
In his heart there buns a hate, which he cant forsake
As his soul and mind seems as though to forever ache
She stays in his thoughts every night and day
He wonders what she did to turn herself that way
Then when he's with his friends, they too confirm her sins
And for him and not her they will sit and talk and pray.
When a man is cheated on by his wife he becomes a poet
Then of their life and relationship to all he will show it
He will write down in rhyme, of her dirty sinful crime
So of her sin no man or woman will ever forget it.
He still thinks about what she did all the time
As against him and God he knows she committed the crime
And now all he wants is peace, and the pain to cease
So he becomes a poet and his pain he writes in rhyme.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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The Lover
When a man falls in love he becomes a lover
Above his woman he puts no other
And when he closes his eyes, she will materialize
And never does he want to be with another.
He thinks about his love every day and night
As he wants to always keep her in his heart and sight
And when he is alone, To the world it is known
That she is his life and also his light.
When a man is cheated on he becomes a cynic
His love and their life he will then mock and mimic
In his heart there buns a hate, which he cant forsake
As his soul and mind seems as though to forever ache.
She stays in his thoughts every night and day
He wonders what she did to turn herself that way
Then when he's with his friends, they too confirm her sins
And for him and not her they will sit and talk and pray.
When a man is cheated on by his wife he becomes a poet
Then of their life and relationship to all he will show it
He will write down in rhyme, of her dirty sinful crime
So of her sin no man or woman will ever forget it.
He still thinks about what she did all the time
As against him and God he knows she committed the crime
And now all he wants is peace, and the pain to cease
So he becomes a poet and his pain he writes in rhyme.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.