Living Happily Ever After
We used to strike sparks
off each other.
Our eyes would meet
or our hands,
& the blue lightning of love
would sear the air.
Now we are soft.
We loll
in the same sleepy bed,
skin of my skin,
hair of my head,
sweat of my sweat-
you are kin,
brother & mother
all in one,
husband, lover, muse & comforter;
I love you even better
without sparks.
We are pebbles in the tide
rolling against each other.
The surf crashes above us;
the irregular pulse
of the ocean drives our blood,
but we are growing smooth
against each other.
Are we living happily ever after?
What will happen
to my love of cataclysms?
My love of sparks & fire,
my love of ice?
Fellow pebble,
let us roll
against each other.
Perhaps the sparks are clearer
under water.
poem by Erica Jong
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Inspired by Issa - morning charcoal fire
morning charcoal fire
excitements of the new day
in the fiery sparks
morning charcoal fire
embers' sparks spread
excitements for the new day
morning charcoal fire
sparks greet and give
way to the new day
morning charcoal fire
first the sparks
then the warm new day
inspired by
morning's charcoal fire-
the mountain's pine breeze
wafting by
-Issa,1813
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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My Heart
As there is depth to the ocean
There is an infinite calling to my heart:
The variety of sparks flying
Tragically evolve from one
To many
To all-consuming.
These sparks may be wings
(Sudden flutter of wings) ,
Sad large brown eyes
Of cattle, horse or donkey
Preceding their cruel bending
At the hands of humans;
The sparks can be stars
Or many stars, galaxies.
The dead are calling to me.
My heart is an open container.
It is not really my property;
It is the conclusion of my pain.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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Reuben Pantier
Well, Emily Sparks, your prayers were not wasted,
Your love was not all in vain.
I owe whatever I was in life
To your hope that would not give me up,
To your love that saw me still as good.
Dear Emily Sparks, let me tell you the story.
I pass the effect of my father and mother;
The milliner's daughter made me trouble
And out I went in the world,
Where I passed through every peril known
Of wine and women and joy of life.
One night, in a room in the Rue de Rivoli,
I was drinking wine with a black-eyed cocotte,
And the tears swam into my eyes.
She though they were amorous tears and smiled
For thought of her conquest over me.
But my soul was three thousand miles away,
In the days when you taught me in Spoon River.
And just because you no more could love me,
Nor pray for me, nor write me letters,
The eternal silence of you spoke instead.
And the black-eyed cocotte took the tears for hers,
As well as the deceiving kisses I gave her.
Somehow, from that hour, I had a new vision --
Dear Emily Sparks!
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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My Love, My Love!
My love, my love! Your love is so pure
My love, my love! Your kiss is so sweet
My love, my love! Your touch is so grand
My love, my love! You have me at your hands
My love, my love! Your faith is so real
My love, my love! Your face do appeal
My love, my love! Your hair is so soft
My love, my love! You make my heart froth
My love, my love! Your voice is so melodic
My love, my love! Your skin is so smooth
My love, my love! You make my heart swoon
My love, my love! You are my love it's true
poem by Alex Fischer
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Love Is The Message
Check on the sparks from the plug and,
Tell me what is going on in the air;
Open up your mind and,
Let the oil filter increase your lifespan.
Mechanisms to qualifications,
What have you to say?
Your words flow in the air like,
A midsummer's night love to my heart.
It is so easy to have money but,
It is not easy to have a talent;
All the same,
We can't have all that we want in this world.
I need to listen to your romantic words,
Like a sound maintenance to my soul;
It must have beenlove,
Something that i really care for;
So, do check up your heart's love and,
Do take me to the skies! !
Music can heal my soul like a love story,
So are the vital poems dear to my heart;
Love is the message and, the message is love;
I am not egoistic but what i know is,
I do love everybody on this earth.
So, to the woman i will marry in the furure,
I say love will find a way to meet you;
Check on the sparks from the plug and,
Tell me if you are the one for me.
Love is the message and, the message is love;
The love of my poems to take you to the heights!
True love is not a decision,
It either hits you or leaves you;
So, come closer to me and feel my taste.
I've got love for you,
I've got a peaceful world for you,
True love is the message that i bring to you;
So, wake uo on this love when it touches you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I know that you really love me
You press my hand
against you chest
and I feel life,
pulsing through you
and your hand
is soft on mine.
The smell of your hair
goes through to my soul
and your breath
is hot in my neck,
while I draw you
deeper into my arms.
It’s nice to have you
right against me
while we are lying wedged up
and I feel a nipple,
coming alive
and become hard under my fingers.
There’s intenseness in our kisses
and my tongue
braids around yours
and your skin is soft
under my fingers
and I see sparks
in your golden green eyes.
The picture on the TV
takes its own route
and we are unaware of it,
while love and lust and passion
are steaming between us.
When you lie soft against me
and I disappear in the depths
of your golden eyes,
I know that you really love me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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I Am a Violent Man
Oh, we scratch
I bite, you claw
The most arresting violence I have ever known
Takes place between these sheets of ours
As you growl
As I lash out
A stream of fire
I am a violent man, tonight
I am consumed by love
And lust
By love and lust for you...
Hair is pulled
Skin gets grazed
As we beat against the wall
As this takes place between us
You murmur, drunk
Senses highened and alive
As I spit out
A shower of crackling sparks
Oh!
I am a violent man, tonight
I am birthed again
In love and in lust
For you
In love and lust for you...
poem by B. Alexander (2008)
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Pop-up Adverts and how They Crush Your Soul
I sat by my screen intending to write
An ode to the woman who gives my soul flight
Start up the computer and run through my mind
To see what emotions and feelings I find
‘Your eyes make my heart beat so fast it’ll pop’
(pop) SHOOT THE DANCING BEARS HAT AND WIN A LAPTOP!
I click the advert closed and try to regroup
My thoughts and my dreams and take another swoop
‘Your smile gives me joy other people wont know’
(pop) JOIN OUR NEW ON-LINE HYPER CASINO!
My flow interrupted again by this ad
I close it and try to get back what I had
‘Without you by me the world becomes scarier’
(pop) MEET OTHER HOT SINGLES WHO LIVE IN YOUR AREA!
A scowl, a click, I growl and flick my screen back to my ode
I try again to board my train of thought back down the road
‘Your voice gives me love, all my heart will allow’
(pop) FREE SMILIES AND POINTERS FOR YOU TO OWN NOW!
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I pick up my paper and ready my pen
To start to create my poem again
‘Your soft touch sends sparks all over my skin,
Like the sparks that fly from the computer in my bin’.
poem by Flying Lemming
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The Stars That You Have
who cannot love
the stars
in your hair?
they all glitter
the magnanimous sparks
of love
that you are offering
to the darkness of my
nights
my soul rises from my
body
who cannot love all
the stars
in your eyes?
i close mine
who cannot love the stars
gleaming in the corners
of your heart?
gentle as i
bleed.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Secret
Girl I got a secret
See if you can guess
Put your heart into the
problem
See if you can pass the
test
Can you see it?
It's a natural occurence
1+1 makes 2
If I've been acting crazy that's
Just one more clue
When I see you
Oh, feel you start to shake ?
Do a double take
Didja get it yet,
get it yet
get it yet
Oooh my secret
Ooh sparks begin to fly
Lightening in the sky
Didja get it yet
get it yet
get it yet
get it yet
My secret
Didja get it yet
Didja get it yet
Didja get it yet
Didja get it yet
get it yet
get it yet
get it
get it yet
Girl there aint much time
So move a little closer
Put your hand in mine
Can you feel it?
I'll try to make it easy
Even knock it out
Before the night is over
There will be no doubt
You'll find out
Fell ya start to shake
Do a double take
Didja get it yet
Didja get it yet
get it yet
Ooh my secret
Ooh sparks begin to fly
Lightening in the sky
Didja get it yet
Didja get it yet
get it yet
My secret
Didja get it yet
Didja get it yet
Didja get it yet
Didja get it yet
Didja get it yet
get it yet
get it yet
get it
get it
get it yet
Come on girl
You only got three
Guesses and you're not
even close
Ooh now you're getting warmer
Ooh now you're hot
Ooh feel ya start to shake
I do a double take
Didja get it yet
get it yet
get it yet
get it yet
Ooh my secret
Ooh sparks begin to fly
Lightening in the sky
Didja get it
get it yet
get it yet
get it yet
My secret
Ooh feel ya start to shake
i do a double take
Didja get it yet
get it yet
get it yet
Ooh my secret
Sparks begin to fly
Lightning from the sky
Didja get it yet
My secret
Ooh feel ya start to shake
i do a double take
Didja get it yet
get it yet
get it yet
Ooh my secret
Sparks begin to fly
Lightning from the sky
Didja get it yet
My secret
song performed by by New Edition
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I Will Always Return
I hear the wind call your name
It calls me back home again
It sparks up the fire - a flame that still burns
Oh it's to you I'll always return
I still feel your breath on my skin
I hear your voice deep within
The sound of my lover - a feeling so strong
It's to you - I'll always belong
Now I know it's true
My every road leads to you
And in the hour of darkness darlin'
Your light gets me through
Wanna swim in your river - be warmed by your sun
Bathe in your waters - cos you are the one
I can't stand the distance - I can't dream alone
I can't wait to see you - Ya I'm on my way home
Oh I hear the wind call your name
The sound that leads me home again
It sparks up the fire - a flame that still burns
Oh, it's to you - I will always return
song performed by by Bryan Adams
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Ebb and Flow
When first Thou on me, Lord, wroughtest Thy sweet print,
My heart was made Thy tinder-box,
My 'ffections were Thy tinder in't,
Where fell Thy sparks by drops.
Those holy sparks of heavenly fire that came
Did ever catch and often out would flame.
But now my heart is made Thy censer trim,
Full of Thy golden altar's fire,
To offer up sweet incense in
Unto Thyself entire:
I find my tinder scarce Thy sparks can feel
That drop from out Thy holy flint and steel.
Hence doubts out bud for fear Thy fire in me
'S a mocking ignis fatuus,
Or lest Thine altar's fire out be,
It's hid in ashes thus.
Yet when the bellows of Thy spirit blow
Away mine ashes, then Thy fire doth glow.
poem by Edward Taylor
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Is It Out of Jealousy?
The last glimpse of the sun
painted up the sky
with the colors of life and beauty;
till darkness stole its painting away...
is it out of jealousy?
There are no right words to say.
This night is filled with tender rain
that sang its solemn song
with the rhythm of love and beauty;
till the thunder broke its song away...
is it out of jealousy?
I have no right words to say.
My heart is filled with your love;
The glory of that love
made dazzling sparks of hope;
till fate stole those sparks away...
is it out of jealousy?
No right words are left to say.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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The Light Of The Star Embedded Deep In My Mind
its flicker
magical
it sings
a star sings
inside my mind
embedded
a star
like the flicker of the
mind
sparks of thoughts
ideas of
the mind
flickering
thinking star inside
the mind
embedded singing
star of the minds
thought sparkling
sparks kindling
the mind flickering
star thinking of the
mind inside
embedded singing
star sparkling
flicker
sparks of the mind
thoughts
so alive
open fire
fire open in the sparks
of the mind
embedded star
all mixed up
chant chant
coming back
sparks light
star singing
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I want to go to the highveld
I want to go to the highveld,
go and stand next to the green hillocks
and see how aloes
hit red sparks out of it.
I want to look up into the thin blue sky,
at night look at the bright stars
as if I can pick Orion and the sisters
and like marbles stroke my hand over them.
I want to walk in the red sand,
tread barefoot tracks
and even if the sand burns my feet
I want to leave marks that betray my presence.
When the thunderstorms arise
I want to see lightning bolts breaking on iron rocks,
see blue sparks spraying over the rocks
and hear the roaring clap as if God Himself is speaking with me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Muse
Sparks happen inside his head.
My hand leaves his heart and a jolt of inspiration vibrates through his body.
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
Three shocks happen and he lights up his paper with words.
He writes his poetry and inspires many.
Little does anyone know that I am his muse lighting up his fire.
poem by Christina J. Williams
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Dialogue
Do not say my love was
A ring or a bracelet.
My love is a siege,
Is the daring and headstrong.
Who, searching sail out to their death.
Do not say my love was
A moon.
My love is a burst of sparks.
poem by Nizar Qabbani
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Love Waits The Lonely Skies
Velvet of the darkest night
Soft as winter wind
Sighs to set the soul aflame
A hunger creeping in
Flutters sweet, a lullaby
A breath of midnight blue
Stars that pock the sleepy sky
Let passion trickle through
Sparks kindle fast the secret fire
A burning, no remorse
Tarries still, the longing heart
For fate to find its course
Hidden safe from prying eyes
Love dwells within the dream
In latent whispers of the heart
Forgotten…so it seems
poem by Leria Hawkins
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Let There Be Love
Love can be a game for two
But a real love
Take ya more than a lttle bit of time
Ya gotta keep on makin it
Though your arms are achin
Your knees are shakin
Your heart keeps breakin down
Thats what life is about
Chorus:
Oh wo
Let there be music
Let there be candlelight
Let there be love
Let there be young hearts
Sendin up hungry sparks
Let there be love
Life
Like a smile in the big boys eye
He lit a little light
n brought it all in, in under seven days
He said Im makin em, a man and woman
Ill let run but before my work is through
Theres still one thing that I got to do
Chorus:
Let there be music
Let there be candlelight
Let there be love
Let there be young hearts
Sendin up hungry sparks
Let there be love
Bridge:
You wonder how it happens
You question if therell ever come a day
Well get your head out of your way
Deep in the heart a me
The music, it plays the beat
Its like a part a me is turnin, turnin, turnin
Doncha try to defeat it
cause I know ya just cant beat it
Somethin inside a me is burnin,burnin,burnin,burnin,burnin,burnin,burnin
Repeat chorus to fade:
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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Dear Colette
Dear Colette,
I want to write to you
about being a woman
for that is what you write to me.
I want to tell you how your face
enduring after thirty, forty, fifty. . .
hangs above my desk
like my own muse.
I want to tell you how your hands
reach out from your books
& seize my heart.
I want to tell you how your hair
electrifies my thoughts
like my own halo.
I want to tell you how your eyes
penetrate my fear
& make it melt.
I want to tell you
simply that I love you--
though you are "dead"
& I am still "alive."
Suicides & spinsters--
all our kind!
Even decorous Jane Austen
never marrying,
& Sappho leaping,
& Sylvia in the oven,
& Anna Wickham, Tsvetaeva, Sara Teasdale,
& pale Virginia floating like Ophelia,
& Emily alone, alone, alone. . . .
But you endure & marry,
go on writing,
lose a husband, gain a husband,
go on writing,
sing & tap dance
& you go on writing,
have a child & still
you go on writing,
love a woman, love a man
& go on writing.
You endure your writing
& your life.
Dear Colette,
I only want to thank you:
for your eyes ringed
with bluest paint like bruises,
for your hair gathering sparks
like brush fire,
for your hands which never willingly
let go,
for your years, your child, your lovers,
all your books. . . .
Dear Colette,
you hold me
to this life.
poem by Erica Jong
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