Pecan Shells, And Moss...
i love each of you...
in dark and mysterious ways,
that are only being and breath,
pecan shells, and moss.
the tongue of the heart,
speaks only the language of silence,
and tastes the raw dirt
beneath your fingernails!
the stray cat whispered tonight,
and infinity undressed.
a simple touch, both real and shared
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Language Of Love
Some spend their time in conversation
They just talk and talk all day
But theres a sweeter situation, and
Its just a touch away
One kiss can say all that we need to say
Dont have to tell me you care
The message gets through
With the things youre doing
When were alone in the dark, you speak
To my soul, talk to my heart
In the language of love, we say everything
Every time that we touch we say so much
In the language of love, nothing says it better
Than when were talking together
Touch by touch in the language of love
In the language of love
This love dont need no explanation
We understand just fine, oh baby
Got heart to heart communication
I tell ya thats the sweetest kind
I love the way your body talks to mine
You can just look in my eyes to know that its
Real cause we go by feeling
We dont need words to express whats in our hearts we say it best
song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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Pecan Pie
As I, walk along and stumble,
Trains rumble in my head.
As I breathe along and grumble,
I think about you instead.
And a piece of the pecan pie
And you, that's all I want.
Just a piece of pecan pie.
And all I want is you.
Sometimes I get so hungry
I think about pie all day.
Just a little whipped cream
And honey, I'm on my way.
And a piece of the pecan pie
And you, that's all I want.
Just a piece of pecan pie.
And all I want is you.
Now don't you call me Key Lime
You're the apple of my eye
And don't you know I'll be fine
Whenever you're by my side.
And a piece of the pecan pie
And you, that's all I want.
Just a piece of pecan pie.
And all I want is you
song performed by by Wilco
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Simple Matters As Rain And Night
we sit here
on top of this floor
seeing stars
and feeling the touch
of a dark night
through the air
from the sea
you recline as i stand
to go near you
and touch your body
with my lips
we close our eyes
as i move closer
scents of flowers
and tastes of salt and sugar
and these little
sips of something sour
and bitter
our hands move
to explore the
contours of our bodies
naked before the moon
and everything tonight
nature, as always
shall be speechless
to the ways of love
to the manners
of lushing lust
mixed feelings of
the satiated and the
satiator
tonight, yes,
the two of us on this
nocturnal trysts of
outbursts and fusions
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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God's Breath
i felt God's breath upon me
as i lay sleepless....
my soul yearning to escape
the confines of flesh and bone....
my spirit burning with the need
to unlock the simple....
that my understanding could not define....
shooting stars, flash moments of brilliance
in a sky both dark and deep....
beyond striving, beyond suffering,
to the electric pulse without barriers.
beyond fear, and all discerning....
the hidden place without
beginning or end....
the touch that opens a flower,
and heals the tear before it falls!
the breath of God upon me,
defining my smallness with infinity....
and infinity in the smallest particle
of dust illumined by the light!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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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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Classical Tamil World Conference (Semmozhi Tamizh Ulaga Manadu)
Through you, I came, Mother;
Lucky was my birth in Bharat, my Motherland;
I was nurtured and grew up by mother’s milk;
I drew strength from my mother’s love.
I knew the world through my mother-tongue;
I learnt most things by mother-tongue;
Thanks to my dear earthly mother;
Thanks to my Mother, Tamil!
The place where I was born was Tamilnadu;
Tamil is my mother-tongue;
Tamil was my first breath;
My first cry was in Tamil.
My last breath shall be Tamil;
My life will be for Tamil;
I am proud of my mother-tongue, Tamil;
I am proud to be a Tamilian!
Tamil is a great language;
Tamil is a popular language;
Tamil is an ancient language;
Tamil is a classical language.
Tamil is a world language;
Tamil is a language of Gods!
Dedicated to ‘Classical Tamil World Conference,2010, Coimbatore’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 23-06-2010
poem by John Celes
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The Role Of Grief Via Silence....
for as long as grief
does not leave you
silence will always speak louder
than any
shouts of joy or whispers of romance
silence is that brick on the road
cars are disturbed by its red elegance
women find it not just for the house
little in-significances
life is more chiseled this time
refined garments
perfumed feet
shiny white fingernails
drops of rain beneath the soiled feet
for as long as grief hovers on
unrequited love
there will always be more to tell
not in words not in words
it is the silence
that dwells on the wounded lips
it is the silence
that creeps in the heart
deadens the tongue
glowing soul, winged spirit without wounds
now, pure joy like light dispersed
in black skies
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Ah Goo Tongue
The queerest languages known to man,
Sanscrit, Hebrew, Hindoostan,
Are all translated and made as free
And comprehensive as A B C.
Yet the oldest language talked or sung,
The strange mysterious Ah Goo tongue,
The royal language of Babyland
No man living can understand.
Every soul in the world to-day
Was one time anchored in Babyland Bay,
And quarantined there for a year or more
Before he even could step on shore.
And everybody in Babyland Bay
Talks the Ah Goo tongue, so people say,
But once on land-why not a word
Do they understand of it when 'tis heard.
For the fairy rulers of Babyland
Who guard the kingdom on every hand,
Have willed that no one shall keep the key
Who crosses into the Grown-up Sea.
So the sweet court language has never been made
A common parlance of strife or trade,
But is kept in the kingdom where natives come
Versed in the language of Babydom.
They are all of them royal and that is how
The Grown-up people all kneel and bow,
When they hear that language talked or sung-
The strange mysterious Ah Goo tongue.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Silence
The silence gives me a tongue,
That I have not yet learnt to speak with
It suffers the drip drip dripping of the tap
In this dry urban flat
Before the rain has fallen
Silence gives me a tongue
That I have not learnt to speak with
It reaches beyond the language
More sacred than a prayer
More wise than holiness 'itself'
We do not worship it
Or see it's God like form in the 'shook gold of a sun rising'
Much softer than the sweetest kiss
Much older than a year in which we have lived
It knows no grief or sorrow
Only the joy of harmony
Reaching beyond each root beginning
Each form ending
Like eternity in one breath
One life still unfolding
[beneath all we know]
yvette m smith poet of uk
may 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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"WHAT language is thine, O sea?" "The language of eternal question." "What language is thy answer, O sky? "The language of eternal silence."
aphorism by Rabindranath Tagore from Stray Birds (1916), translated by Rabindranath Tagore
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The Disciples Of Silence
the disciples of silence,
speak not with their mouths...
for their hands speak the language
of the heart,
and their feet that of the soul.
whose prayers are written by ears,
whose breath is always shared.
whose eyes are open windows,
whose god smells of human need.
whose actions be but forgiveness,
whose thoughts are not restrained.
the disciples of silence keep walking...
living in constant dialogue,
they have no need for words!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Love Is Just A Breath Away
Deep in the night, when youre
Away from me
Im reachin out just to touch you
In my dreams
Countin the hours till youll be
Here again
So hard to wait, got to have you
Close to me
cause baby
You, turn my nights to day
When your love, love is just a
Breath away
Somethin inside has taken
Over me
So baby, cant you see you
Captured my heart
I cant disguise the things you
Make me feel
I should have known this was
Magic right from the start
cause baby, you turn my nights to day
When your love, love is just a breath away
We, we dont have a word to say
Our hearts can speak a thousand ways
When love is just a breath away
Take me, take me into paradise
Show me
All the love thats in your eyes
Light up my life
You, you turn my nights to day
When your love, love is just a breath away
We, we dont have a word to say
Our heart can speak a thousand ways
When love is just a breath away
You, you turn my nights to day
When your love, love is just a breath away
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Its Got To Be Love
I held you tight, and we fell, life took a breath
Made me weep, blanket kissed your lips
And I know that it tasted just like it felt
Id never see all this happen to me
But it feels like love, makes me weep like love
And it tastes just like its got to be love
Oh its in the air, I feel it everywhere
Im so happy cause I know its got to be love
No two ways about it, its got to be love
I look at you, and it looks like it when you talk
Oh it sounds like it deep inside
All my thoughts and my heart say its so
Still Ive got to be sure cause Ive been fooled before
But it looks like love and it sounds like love
And my heart tells me its got to be love
Oh its in the air, I feel it everywhere
Im so happy cause I know its got to be love
No two ways about it, its got to be love
Or...
From: [email protected]
Its got to be love
I held you tight and it felt like it
Took a breath made me weak like it
Kissed your lips and I know that it tasted just like it felt
Ive never seen all this happen to me
But it feels like love
Makes me weak like love
And it tastes just like its got to be love
Oh its in the air I feel it everywhere
Im so happy cause I know its got to be love
No two ways about it, its got to be love
I look at you and it looks like it
When you talk, oh it sounds like it
Deep inside, all my thoughts and my heart say its so
Still Ive got to be sure cause Ive been fooled before
But it looks like love
And it sounds like love
And my heart tells me its got to be love
Oh its in the air I feel it everywhere
Im so happy cause I know its got to be love
No two ways about it, its got to be love...
song performed by by Monkees
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Lyric
There is a crack in the clouds
where sunbeams leak.
If I stand beneath their lustrous rays
will the sun shine done only on me?
The lyric of words I catch my tongue upon
in dark conformations burrow lightly.
I thought like the day I’d see you again,
but an early snow is coming.
The clouds have sealed their sirens
in a vault, grey as pewter
and weeping tears cold as steel.
Little baubles harden the earth
to a corpse embalmed in white moss.
The clouds come to smother my secrets
beneath this coverlet, soft as heather
and issuing silence.
poem by Caroline Misner
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The silence speaks...
Sometimes, when you are alone,
In the dark cloudy night,
Only the lightening shows you the life,
A numb silence surrounds you.
You may feel the words from the air,
You would never think of the happening,
But you know what, the silence speaks,
The silence tells us our future,
The time we can't imagine, the uncertainty,
The silence knows all of those,
There is no explanation of that,
You may call it a prejudice or blind belief,
However you define it, it is the fact,
Silence speaks us, warns us, shows us.
It is a kind of opaque mirror,
Behind its, all the future are hidden,
But we only can see the light through it,
We just need to belief inside ourselves,
Then only then we can hear, we can feel,
The silence speaks to us...
poem by Kafil Uddin Raihan.
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Ode To Infinity
Ode To Infinity
As I pen this ODE TO INFINITY
into a new translation of existance,
I become obsessed with time.
The way I understand it
is that I can have everything,
except ewe in persona in real time.
And that is when I CRY and then
I weep toward my infinity.
And all the tears cascade upon my frown;
for the love of this mye Violette, my love.
Do not make me lose the comfort
of our forgotten dreams of love,
in the midst of all the hatred
of a world gone mad.
Please kiss her and bless her OH my Lord.
And bring her back to me again.
My Heart would be a shallow place
and very sad indeed,
without the need of my stately qyeen
my princess ewe.
A mermaid swimming without water
in the time flow chatting me:
As I pen this Ode To Infinity.
poem by Charles Hice
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The Clean And Dirty Side Of Our Lives
the clean side of us
is the one we wear like a white suit with a red carnation in a pocket
it is less visited but we like to have it always worn
in practically all occasions,
we are proud of it but deep inside it we detest it
since it makes us tiptoe upon what we really are and what we want
that happens ever since and all of us wants to deny it
but we always understand what is this truth all about
no one speaks from the crowd and when one speaks we do not bother
for fear that we may be identified
and well you know
how this small world can be too private and too cruel
you do not get it perfectly
the situation is tense
the dirty side of us is actually inside that suit
it stinks but it is the most delicious stink that we ever tasted
it is food and we love it
secretly in the dining table of our room
we feast upon it and out mouths and hands catch the dirt that it is bringing
yet we have many tissues or rugs or handkerchiefs to rub away what
makes others uncomfortable specially those who are more pretentious than we are
pretense is a virtue nowadays
and being a hypocrite is being professional with our
everyday dealings
be it the church or the capitol or even
with the village chief
i do not want to go direct to the point for now
i am hazy, the world is grey anyway
and look at you there is dirt in your lips and your fingernails
are uncut.
i, of course, understand this matter perfectly,
the norms
perhaps you must have noticed by now why the haze is intended
why the fog is not taken from the path
where we all must pass tonight.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Give Me All Your Love
(coverdale/sykes)
When I first saw you baby
You took my breath away,
I knew your name was trouble
But, my heart got in the way
I couldnt stop myself from reaching out,
I could not turn away
I dont even know your name
An I cant leave you alone,
Im running round in circles
Like a dog without a bone
I know the game youre playing
But, baby I just cant let go
So give me all your love tonight,
Give me all your love tonight
Ill do anything you want
Just give me all of your loving tonight
Ill work hard everyday
To love and treat you right.
Ill rock you in the morning
And roll you in the night.
Any way you want
Im gonna prove my love for you.
So give me all your love tonight,
Give me all your love tonight
Ill do anything you want,
Just give me all of your loving tonight, tonight, tonight...
So give me all your love tonight,
Give me all your love tonight
Ill do anything you want,
Just give me all of your loving tonight
So give me all your love tonight,
Give me all your love tonight
Ill do anything you want,
Just give me all of your loving tonight
I am blinded by your smile
And Im crazy about your walk
I shiver and I shake
When I hear you baby talk
Im a fool for your loving babe,
Give me all your loving tonight...
So give me all your love tonight,
Give me all your love tonight
Ill do anything you want,
Just give me all of your loving tonight
Anything you want from me...
So give me all your love tonight,
Give me all your love tonight
Ill do anything you want,
Just give me all of your loving tonight, tonight, tonight...
song performed by by Whitesnake
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Your Mimicry
one day
you get tired
mimicking the
mynah bird
you only want
it to know your language
and to bait it
with your own style
you mimic it but it does not
learn from your
mimicking and you stop and one day
it looks at you
with pity and it speaks its own language
from the forest, which is
if you listen well enough
sad and lonely
and even dying
it speaks of a desire to be returned
to its own place
it is drawing to you a forest
a dark spot,
a hounding sound of its
niche
one day you
see the light of its night song
a red moon
a drift on the black marsh
and so you take it
and release it from your mimicry
and both of you
are finally free
and the forest is
one happy family
and the cage of your expectations
becomes empty
life has arrived returning back
your own tongue
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To Find The Home!
i drink the cup
that is your flesh...
i revere your scars,
your bruises,
the stink of your heart.
the scent of your eyes,
the silence of your ears...
my tongue writes your body
on infinity's glass!
i listen for your voice
beneath the trees.
i feel your nearness
in the hoot of the owl.
i share your anguish
by the silent small fire....
the horse i ride,
bears your name.
i am the ghost of city streets,
the body left for the wolves
on the mountainside.
i am the air frozen with fear,
as the great bear stands
in magnificent fury.
you are the bridge,
the lantern, and the hound.
the purple struck sky
of sunset eternal.
the body that feels,
smells, and tastes like love...
the moan that stills the wind!
this distance but a paper veil,
a wisp of smoke,
the moment before and after.
the call of death,
the threshold of storm...
set the fire...
and walk away!
(sometimes you have to burn
the building down...
to find the home!)
poem by Eric Cockrell
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