Safe in their alabaster chambers,
Safe in their alabaster chambers,
Untouched by morning and untouched by noon,
Sleep the meek members of the resurrection,
Rafter of satin, and roof of stone.
Light laughs the breeze in her castle of sunshine;
Babbles the bee in a stolid ear;
Pipe the sweet birds in ignorant cadences, --
Ah, what sagacity perished here!
Grand go the years in the crescent above them;
Worlds scoop their arcs, and firmaments row,
Diadems drop and Doges surrender,
Soundless as dots on a disk of snow.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Snow
Snow
Gently falling
Twirling and dancing
As it falls to rest on the ground
Little crystals
Made of ice
Make a soft bed apon a hill
Blanketing everything in peace
Seemingly untouched
The perfection astonishing
All I want to do is rest
To sleep, untouched by time
As soft as it looks
My bed of snow
Enfolds me
I close my eyes
And drift into
wonderful oblivion
poem by Autumn Winds
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Noetic kiss
If you could love me
Even for one second,
You would understand me
And what a tale my thoughts could tell...
You would understand
Why dreams would never be really
Reproduced by delusions …
Those never ending dreams....
By using lost pieces of broken stars,
We could recreate a new amphora
Of light in our souls
And we could swallow
Its blue infinite....
Just you and me and our thrill
Like a butterfly with trembling wings
On the cherry blossom petals of a flower,
Swirling in the breeze,
With their untouched sensations,
Within their untouched world....
Or like a noetic kiss in our sleep.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Untouched
Rolling hills
a unique land
vast, and open land
untouched by
human force
free sunset
lively land
untouched by
human hands
pure love is
this land
untouched by
human hands
poem by Zia Jaycee May Trent
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There It Sat Uncracked
And there it sat...
Uncracked.
On a remote and isolated beach.
Seeking with wishes!
Screaming from the inside,
With its untouched juice and meat.
'Why doesn't anyone come to crack me?
I've been a good coconut!
Am I doomed to lay here forever untouched? '
Unheard are the pleas!
'If anyone there can hear me,
PLEASE crack me open.
I am here with untouched juice and meat! '
And the monkey...
Once a coconut freak,
But now...
Strickly into bananas,
As a preferred diet of choice to eat...
Settled down to nap.
High above in the palm tree!
With eyes dosing to a close!
'If anyone there can hear me,
PLEASE crack me open.
I am here with untouched juice and meat!
I've been a good coconut! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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For Him I Know Not: Vi
suddenly from somewhere
a niche untouched by
reason or rationale
untouched by
the routine affairs of men
surfaces and pulls me
into its womb
for a moment its
emptiness stares at me
and throws me out of gear
in a blink i gather myself
for there can only be
fullness where you are...
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09.12hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Stone
how is it to be a stone?
how is it to be hard
and unfeeling?
how is it to be still
and immobile
rooted in
its place for years
and centuries
not growing
not speaking not listening
to the songs and sighs
of the river?
how is it to be completely
defenseless against
the moss
that invades and
covers
your body
of stone
the coldness
of the rain and
the boredom of the time
in years, in centuries?
how is it to be just being
inanimate
unmoved
untouched and
untouching?
you
you touch no one and nobody touches you
an island
of stone
you
are the stone
the rock
against
the middle
of the raging river
and i am asking all these questions to you.
oh! i am always the foolish one
petrified
facing you all day and getting
no answers
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You Think That I Am Hurt?
the years solidify pain
they turn into stone they become more silent
unmoved untouched think of them are strong
and self-sufficient,
unaffected, they watch everything pass
time and turbulence
of the seasons
the overflowing of the rivers
they live and survived
stones as they are
they do breathe they do not speak
so you think that i am really hurt?
i am stone. And it is not my new name.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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On a Young Lady's Sixth Anniversary
Baby Babbles--only one,
Now to sit up has begun.
Little Babbles quite turned two
Walks as well as I and you.
And Miss Babbles one, two, three,
Has a teaspoon at her tea.
But her Highness at four
Learns to open the front door.
And her Majesty--now six,
Can her shoestrings neatly fix.
Babbles, babbles, have a care,
You will soon put up your hair!
poem by Katherine Mansfield
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Hands
Untouched bed sheets
Oblivion morn
Untouched bed sheets
Spell betrayed
Silence broken mute
Who slept this heart
Who lost this soul
Sleeping in
Untouched bed sheets
A certain shadow
Talks
To tables shelves and dresses
Hanging from the ceiling
Dancing with sounds
Voices heard in the white noise
Screen saved dream
Moving through
Oblivion morn
Corner alone
All you see are
Hands
Touching
Untouched bed sheets
Spell betrayed
Who touched these palms
Who lost these fingers
Sharp veined skin veiled
Amazingly yours
Outstretched for
A dropp of water
A bit of a sound
A fallen leaf…
Anything
Dying in a web of palm lines
Nailed
Knocking at the door
Opening closing to keep the knock within
Spell betrayed
Pulling the strings of the sky
That makes the body move
Soul lost behind sleeping
Untouched bed sheets
Oblivion morn
Inspired by RUKE Darko Rundek
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The River, and I
I stand naked, untouched
Alone, unafraid and still
The sun shies away
And the wind brushes past me
While I stand
Naked and untouched
I kneel down,
And feel the river
Flowing relentlessly, unstopped
Angry, loud, cold and pure
The river shows no mercy
As it beats against the rocks
It knows no love, no guilt
It only knows survival
As it finds its way
And so it flows
Relentless and unstopped
Yet, I fight the river
I yearn for its love
Like a fool,
I keep standing, waiting
The river keeps moving
Paying me no heed
Yet I keep standing
Naked and untouched.
poem by Gauri Gupta
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The happy household
It's when the birds go piping and the daylight slowly breaks,
That, clamoring for his dinner, our precious baby wakes;
Then it's sleep no more for baby, and it's sleep no more for me,
For, when he wants his dinner, why it's dinner it must be!
And of that lacteal fluid he partakes with great ado,
While gran'ma laughs,
And gran'pa laughs,
And wife, she laughs,
And I - well, I laugh, too!
You'd think, to see us carrying on about that little tad,
That, like as not, that baby was the first we'd ever had;
But, sakes alive! he isn't, yet we people make a fuss
As if the only baby in the world had come to us!
And, morning, noon, and night-time, whatever he may do,
Gran'ma, she laughs,
Gran'pa, he laughs,
Wife, she laughs,
And I, of course, laugh, too!
But once - a likely spell ago - when that poor little chick
From teething or from some such ill of infancy fell sick,
You wouldn't know us people as the same that went about
A-feelin' good all over, just to hear him crow and shout;
And, though the doctor poohed our fears and said he'd pull him through,
Old gran'ma cried,
And gran'pa cried,
And wife, she cried,
And I - yes, I cried, too!
It makes us all feel good to have a baby on the place,
With his everlastin' crowing and his dimpling, dumpling face;
The patter of his pinky feet makes music everywhere,
And when he shakes those fists of his, good-by to every care!
No matter what our trouble is, when he begins to coo,
Old gran'ma laughs,
And gran'pa laughs,
Wife, she laughs,
And I - you bet, I laugh, too!
poem by Eugene Field
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Too Deep That It Sits Untouched!
Too deep that it sits untouched!
Just inches below the surface...
If an itch was scratched!
And under their feet.
But leap years away,
From those caught up...
In divisions.
And visions growing within them dim...
When the slightest 'light' enclosed inside,
Is trapped!
To allow an ignorance flourished to set in!
Beginning a diminishing,
Swiftly!
Blowing a blind dust to addict and attract,
Until a rusting holds them back!
And that which is considered too deep to touch...
Fades,
Into familiar charading masquerades.
Paraded and chased...
By those barely thriving,
Without lack of insight!
Once glowing bright with promise.
To assist a few who dared to acknowledge...
Just steps away lay the keys,
To unlock their minds from confinement!
Too deep that it sits untouched!
'Underwhelmed' with a persistent stubbornness that insist...
Those gifts within their reach,
Can not be so near.
Unthinkable it is!
And to accept thoughtlessness.
Too deep that it sits untouched.
A treasure chest of 'jewels'
Unearthed.
Unrecognized!
As much as they perceive themselves.
Floating above the surface to mingle unashamed,
Without a purpose...
To rightfully claim what belongs to them to proclaim!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crescent Noon
Green september
Burned to october brown
Bare november
Led to decembers frozen ground
The seasons stumbled round
Our drifting lives are bound
To a falling crescent noon
Feather clouds cry
A vale of tears to earth
Morning breaks and
No one sees the quiet mountain birth
Dressed in a brand new day
The sun is on its way
To a falling crescent noon
Somewhere in
A fairytale forest lies one
Answer that is waiting to be heard
You and I were
Born like the breaking day
All our seasons
All our green septembers
Burn away
Slowly well fade into
A sea of midnight blue
And a falling crescent noon
song performed by by Carpenters
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Blue sky thoughts
Blue sky thoughts
~
the morning sky
is a canvas of purest blue
like the clear coral sea
mesmerising and endless
a gentle breeze carries bird song
while the warmth of the sun
lays across everything
let this portrait be untouched
is is a masterpiece in itself
poem by Matthew Holloway
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A Stone Griffin
a stone griffin
stern of heart
untouched
by exultant love
sits upon high
sits upon eves
in stone judgment
in heart of stone
face carved
in stone
emotionless
heartless
looking down
all passes
beneath sight
beneath grasp
look up
bodies inflamed
with emotions
passionate
we might miss
the light,
shining forth
from stars,
if we
do not,
raise
our heads,
to greater
expectations
emboldened
stellar blaze
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Improvisations: Light And Snow: 15
The music of the morning is red and warm;
Snow lies against the walls;
And on the sloping roof in the yellow sunlight
Pigeons huddle against the wind.
The music of evening is attenuated and thin —
The moon seen through a wave by a mermaid;
The crying of a violin.
Far down there, far down where the river turns to the west,
The delicate lights begin to twinkle
On the dusky arches of the bridge:
In the green sky a long cloud,
A smouldering wave of smoky crimson,
Breaks in the freezing wind: and above it, unabashed,
Remote, untouched, fierly palpitant,
Sings the first star.
poem by Conrad Potter Aiken
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Song Of The Evergreens
Listen to the briskly whistling winter evergreen
Whispering through the frozen morning light
And tell me whats to come
Saying my time is near
Never fear
I close each year
Im winter
Reminding me to trade my t-shirts for my woven wools
Trade my sandals for my skis
Whispered warnings in the wind
Saying soon come the dancing snowflakes
Theyre kissing every tree
Theyre kissing you and me
Please hurry
Falling
Dazzling dancing diamonds from the sky
Prisms
Rainbow sparkled flurries in our eyes
Whipping across the frozen crystal meadow
Pond of ice
Race the snow
Well build a warming fire there
And cuddle close and wine and dine
The setting sun
The morning light will find us high
Shooting down the glistening mountain side
Screaming through the whispering pines
The freedom of each day
Will cleanse our minds
I can hardly wait for winter
I can hardly wait for the snow
I can hardly hardly wait for winter
I can hardly wait for the snow
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song performed by by Chicago
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Pure Fairness
Fairest beauty by blotch of lust untouched
That shimmers like still lakes of early morn
And not a wave to stir upon is forged
Thus before her, randiness be forlorn
And all that beauty that does cover you
Ne'er shall lust brag thou wander in its cool
Nor a phallus disgrace thy glorious blue
Nor a dropp of red ooze from thy sealed pool
Let the soiled and coital maidens behold
Such pureness their bragging shall never own
Such flawless beauty to raunch unsold
Be ungraspable by their filthy own
Behold, sweet fairness unmarked, scenic and pure
Behold, her - to these lines the pristined muse,
She's the coax to lust - and a wasted lure
Behold! , sweet fairness by lust unused.
Soiled beauty and fair i do chastise thee
Sweet beauty untouched i panegyrize thee.
poem by Mbanaso Samuel
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Light Of You
Daylight shines as a septre
Radiant much as your smile
Equal to the eclipse of the Moon
'Tis our love-traveled over years of miles;
Oh gallant-my most beloved
So enchanted-i am-here this day
Bewitched by the magic that you adroitly weave
Sweet and new much as the month of May;
Brillant-so brillant far beyond the pale
Blindingly white- shining supreme
Heavenly devout in your sweet presence
Ecstatic in the pure ecstacy of our dreams;
Euphoria as in the Firmaments dwelling
Sparking as diamonds in the black velvet sky
Full day has made itself 'round once and again
And you-beloved gallant-remain in my eyes;
Oh such sweet-sweet surrender
Whether azure sky of day or ebon' of the night
Gleaming with such amazing brillance
I am nearly blinded by your Light! ;
poem by Theodora Onken
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