San Pedro de Alcantara
[An orange on the table
Your dress on the rug
And you in my bed
Sweet gift of the present
Freshness of the night
Warmth of my life
- 'Alicante', Jacques Prevert]
Clothes strewn on the table
Juice stains the floor board
He rises above you
You journey beneath him
I watch from the window
Cold in the night
Lemon tea on the dresser
Seed of pomegranite
Adorning your belly
As he falls above you
You draw down his kisses
Warm essence of life
Stranded at the station
In the cold of the morning
My bed for your sleeping
The rug for your dress
In the warmth of awakening
Dawn your caress
Lemons on the table
You make up by the window
I lie in my bed
Unable to watch you
The night steals the freshness
The gift that you left
Now I lie beside you
Emptiness on the table
Your hem in my fingers
The gift a deliverance
Your presence a memory
Warmth of the past.
poem by Frank Bana
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An orange on the table, your dress on the rug, and you in my bed, sweet present of the present, cool of night, warmth of my life.
quote by Jacques Prevert
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My Mom Sets the Table
Night after night my mom sets the table
full of joy she passes her hand over the green fleat
like dishes she lays her chips down
they her finest china carefully stacked
her drink is the insurance bet
night after night 21 meals are servered
6 people share the meal with her
we her family eat alone
yet night after night my mom sets the table
the table of broken dreams and poisoned meals
night after night she countinues to eat
untill is consumed
Night after night my mom sets the table
night after night we her family shallow the bitter meal she makes
Night after night my mom sets the table
poem by Vincent Armone
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My Mom Sets the Table
Night after night my mom sets the table
full of joy she passes her hand over the green fleat
like dishes she lays her chips down
they her finest china carefully stacked
her drink is the insurance bet
night after night 21 meals are servered
6 people share the meal with her
we her family eat alone
yet night after night my mom sets the table
the table of broken dreams and poisoned meals
night after night she countinues to eat
untill is consumed
Night after night my mom sets the table
night after night we her family shallow the bitter meal she makes
Night after night my mom sets the table.....
poem by Bikramjyoti Kashyop
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The Love That I Have For You....
outside i watch you
you are inside yourself
a room
a wall but there is window still
that allows light
to come in
and dress you like
a night without the armor
i am the light
and i like the way things are going with us
you just do not know
what is it
to be just light
without a body
what is it to have so many fingers
& yet
without a hand
the room is darker
but i know what it is to be a tiny sun
you fan yourself with your
innocence
your hands are callous
and it is a little bit colder
when by chance you touch my
rays and sheen
when i meet you
like i am water bathing your body
as i dress you once again
with the cloth
of my silk
soul
i quiver like a soft wind
on the reeds
of the moonlit night
i love it this way
this invisible presence
this nameless light
this desire that fulfills itself
without you
feeling it
must i be selfish?
or must i be the one that does not let you suffer
because you cannot love
light
because your coldness is uncertain about the gift
of warmth
its truth beyond all truths
when i am done with you
i summon the rain
& bathe myself again
to wash away
the dirt of guilt
the scars of pain
though
remaining
look at me
i am the morning light that spreads on the garden
of your thighs and
legs
as you watch
with all delight
you only see the wonder of light
and its accompanying music
and then
satisfied with all the caresses of thoughts that i have always loved you
i go with the herds of rain
and what is left to please me more
is your own
fading face
like those ripples on the pond
that the lonely leaf
had given
the shape of love that i carry with me
as air embracing the heavens
again....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Warmth Of The Sun
What good is the dawn
That grows into day
The sunset at night
Or living this way
For I have the warmth of the sun
(warmth of the sun)
Within me at night
(within me at night)
The love of my life
She left me one day
I cried when she said
I dont feel the same way
Still I have the warmth of the sun
(warmth of the sun)
Within me tonight
(within me tonight)
Ill dreams of her arms
And though theyre not real
Just like shes still there
The way that I feel
I loved like the warmth of the sun
(warmth of the sun)
It wont ever die
(it wont ever die)
song performed by by Beach Boys
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What Is Really The Gift You Give Me On My Birthday?
what you hand is a box with a reb ribbon
you say it is your gift on my birthday
and i open it
it is an orange cake
with sweet mango slices as toppings
and a lone cherry on top of
a mound of chocolate
and some green candles
telling me my exact age
and this matchstick
to light the wicks
the cake is on the table
and i stand right there surrounded
by all of you
singing the birthday song
and the time comes for my
making a wish and the blowing
of the little flames of my age
after the party you all live one by
one like stars fading at dawn
and i am left alone with all
the litters and the laughters
that stick on the walls and
curtain and the giggles that
spill on the table cloth
the gift is not the box
it is not the cake it is not the cherry
it is not the little green candles
that speak of my age
it is not the flame because i
blow them all
it is not even the wish that i make
for myself because they are all mine
secretly seeping in the crevices of my cranium
what is the gift really that you give me on my birthday
i know it and you know it
how can we not tell each other sometime?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Desperation....
you are an empty cup
tonight
i am not the cold wind
that makes you
tremble
i am the warm coffee
that fills you
the night starts to sing
our song
i forget my warmth
you lose that emptiness
tomorrow morning
someone shall see stains
on the mantel
another memory is broken
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Sun and You
I woke up this morning with your Thought in my heart
It was dull and the radiance of the Sun seems Null
I stepped out and I saw that it was cold and wet
How I wish I could get a little warmth from the sun... I said to myself.
Why the sun?
Why do I desire so much warmth?
The sun is beautiful
It also keeps you warm
Not only does it light the day,
It shows you the beauty hidden the present day.
That’s why I long for you day by day
I miss you...
Just like I miss the sun in the early hours of the day
A day without you is like a day without the sun
‘Cos you remind me of all that is beautiful, all that
Is bright, everything full of light.
Come to me my sun
Come to me my light
Come with all your might
And make everything just as bright
Up it rises in the morning
Down it sets at night
I will always have you in my heart
Even till the sun sets in my life
poem by Adedamola Adeleke Ajibade
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New Year's Morning 2011
Cold rain falls
as the earth turns
for another round.
Last night’s cheer
dives into deeper tears
as his wan face
rises in the air.
His gaze is sad;
your sharp tears wash
his watching eyes
and hungering arms
can not bridge
the thin divide
that separates was
from is.
But this morning
the green, new world waits
slick and shivering,
crying for warmth
and a reason
to go on.
Let me be your warmth.
Let my arms enfold you
as I share my little light
to end your long,
cold night.
poem by Steven Federle
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Life's A Gift
Life’s a gift for you to send
Life’s a gift for god to end
Life’s a gift now you’re with me
Life’s a gift for all to see
Life’s a gift when love is true
Life’s a gift when times look blue
Life’s a gift with the one you trust
Life’s a gift even if UN just
Life’s a gift a ray of sun
Life’s a gift though your heads held to a gun
Life’s a gift when its handed on a tray
Life’s a gift even though it’s always on display
Life’s a gift it’s hard to understand how
Life’s a gift so take advantage of it now
poem by SharonAnn Dawson
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A Gift Of Love
Here in this sighlent night
Now all the world is right
As if we'sundenley been giving
A gift of love
A gift of love
Warm as the fire glow
Soft as the falling snow
A pre..... micael we live in
This wonder of a gift of love
Night falls
At this coldest time of the year
Love calls
Here where I love you so
Now as our blessings grow
We shear the greatest gift we'll ever know
A gift of love
A gift of love
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Zoom-in
Snow flowers in the midst of lonely night,
Lonely moments wrapped in the mist,
The walkway, lit with the dim light of moon,
Cold and black road at
The gate of deserted house,
A forlorn voice, clings desperately to the window,
Doorsill, drowned in an unknown fear,
Everything, bewildered andspeechless,
Weary and desolate,
A lone candle on the table,
With the head thrown back
Eyes, fixed at the door.
Coffee cup on the table, cold and quite,
Distressing thoughts, daydreams and I,
A lonely book, in my cold lap and I.
poem by Amjad Islam Amjad
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The Scottish Dance
I once had myself a Scottish Lassie
She then became my joy and pride
Then one-night she gave me Scottish ale
Then she became my Scottish bride
~We then danced around the table
We danced across the floor
We danced and danced all night long
And then we drank a little more~
She enjoyed to go out clubbing
Her family and mates I would meet
She was so exciting and loving
And when I grabbed her she said I was cheek...
I once had myself a Scottish Lassie
She was also my Scottish bride
She fed me Scottish eggs and Haggis
I got so sick I thought I had nearly died.
~So we danced around the table
We danced across the floor
We danced and danced all night long
And then we ate a little more.~
She took me out dancing
Where I would meet her friends and mates
She would drink and dance all night long
How I wished to go back to the states...
I once had myself a Scottish Lassie
She was also my Scottish wife
She told me she loved me with all of her heart
And together we would share the same life.
~So we danced around the table
We danced across the floor
We danced and danced all night long
And then we loved a little more~
I would take her out drinking
Every Friday and Saturday night
One thing she loved more than drinking or singing
My lassie she loved to argue and fight...
I once had myself a Scottish Lassie
But that was many years ago
I will always remember my Scottish Lassie
And the places that we use to go
~We would dance around the table
We would dance across the floor
We would dance and dance all night long
And then we would dance a little more~
Now I am alone and single
But her memories and thoughts I do keep
I remember the good-times and not the bad
So now I smile and I never weep
~So I dance around the table
I dance across the floor
I dance and dance all night long
And then I drink and dance a little more~
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Longing For You
Breaths mix, mingle
Become infused in warmth
Softness, taste and texture.
Hands reach out to touch
Silky hair and
Soft smooth perfumed skin.
First kisses are always so memorable
So passionate.
I watch the new lovers
Wanting
Wanting to climb into each others' clothes
Into each others' skin.
I watch her hold on to his thick coat collar
Those tiny fists full of lambswool
So full of fire.
I watch him holding her at her waist
Wanting to bring her closer but afraid to
Needing to hold on to something so he won't drown..
Get lost in her.
I watch them
Oblivious of the gusty wind
The freezing, numbing rain..
I watch them
And think of you with a longing that tears into me..
They can't hear my elemental anguish.
They don't see my pain as I stand there
Composed.
Watching two lovers in the park..
Under the White Oak Tree..
Where you first undressed me.
Remember that night?
It was summer then..
The night sky was filled with shooting stars
You chased me from near the pond where we were sitting..
Caught me
There..
Where they sit today.
We were laughing so hard
And I fell on you
As you toppled over and took me with you.
I take a deep breath
To replenish me, to give me strength
To keep me from drowning in this memory.
I think I smell your skin
Remember the smoothness and warmth of it..
I lift up my coat collar
And bend my head into the warmth..
I plunge my hands into the silk lined pockets and ball them into tiny fists..
Propel myself forward
Were it not for the pain I feel from the longing
From the wanting of you..
I think I'd be a walking corpse
Numbness would be a comfort.
I glance back as I walk away.
New love is a beautiful thing, a precious gift so full of promise
As I puff smoky breath out into the cold air
I want to cry but I can't
Something catches in my throat
A broken sob perhaps.
First kisses, aren't they magical..
I wonder if you remember or care to recall
Can you still taste
Our first kiss?
poem by Rabia Minhas
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A poem for your eyes
A poem for your eyes
~
I watch in your eyes
my own dreams reflected
and see a lifetime with you
I see a love that is growing
firmly into our lives
I see a warmth and truth
I see a caring heart
I see love embedded
in your smile and look
you gift me such joy
you gift me endless hope
you gift me a happiness
that I could scarce imagine
without you by my side
I watch in your eyes
to tell me all I need to hear
it is your look I hold dear
your love I cherish
and you above all else
I shall always keep near
poem by Matthew Holloway
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A Working Man
I am a working man
up from dawn to dusk.
I till the fields to keep my family fed.
The soil is not my right,
but a gift to me.
If I handle it with care,
crops every year it rewards me.
I am a working man
and when my day is done,
the warmth of my family
fills the place I call home.
Every morning I see
the wonders of the rising sun
and as night approaches,
I watch the moon come up.
My life is sometimes hard,
but I know satisfaction of a job well done.
It is our daily bread,
where our money comes from.
God blessed me with this land
and I look after it for him.
For I am a working man
up from dawn to dusk.
26 November 2007
poem by David Harris
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Because I Am
Because I am your star
life shines in the sky
night loves to sleep late
the day closes its eyes
If you want be my star
become alive on earth
become the night’s lover
be a man in the dawn
Because I am your dream
life pierces in your mind
the night gazes into your soul
the day takes its stroll
If you want be my dream
seed life in my arms
pour passion in the night
transform the days into flowers
Because I am your warmth
life swims in your blood
night overflows your heart
the day longs for the night
If you want be my warmth
allow blood to come alive
shed the night from the heart
the day caresses the night
You and I are in love
me and you in the night
If you are my dream
I become reality
You and I are in love
in the night, you and me
If I am a real women
you pass into eternity
poem by Silviu Craciunas
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A Table For Two!
Flash of dream overcome me
as I took slumber one night
I saw a romantic setting
lies a set of table for two
A bouquet of red roses
decorate at the center
where a bottle of red wine
completes the table for two
I saw you entered the haven
dressed in rainbow colored suit
your face so pretty with a smile
as we kissed at the table for two
Mesmerized by your countenance
I was filled with romantic stance
as we danced to the tune of love
such so divine at the table for two
Awaken at height of joy
I am filled with inspiration
as today it becomes a reality
a table for two on Valentines day
poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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Cold Feet
There was a little boy once upon a time
Who in spite of his young age and small size knew his mind
For every copper penny and clover he would find
Make a wish for better days the end of hard times
For no more cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
His clothes were always clean
His face was always scrubbed
There was food on the table enough to fill him up
His house was full of life - his house was full of love
But when winter days arrived
There was never money enough to shod his cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
He grew up to be a worker determined to succeed
He made a life for himself, free from worldly wants or needs
But with nobody to share the life hed made
No body to keep him warm at night
When hed go to sleep hed sleep alone with his cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
One night he walked the street looking to the heavens above
Searching for a shooting star a benevolent god
When a woman passing by brushed his arm
He turned and found love
He then wished for the courage to ask this stranger
Who she was to not have cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
He thought shed like the party life and want the finer things
So he promised more than he could buy
And he promised her the sun and moon to not have cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
He worked day and night his fingers to the bone
Hi worried mind guilty conscience drive him on
He cant give her what she needs
He wants to give her what he thinks she wants
Her sad-eyed face, his empty pockets drive him on and his cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
Hed struggled all his life to be an honest man
Proud that the dirt on his palms was the soil of the land
But some guys he knew from high school days
Said they had a plan to get rich quick
And they could count him in if he dont have cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
He thought about their offer accepted it without qualms
Dreamt about the life hed buy
The comfort that would come without cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
He decided to tell his wife things would soon turn around
He said the little boy is dead
A man stands with you now without cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
Without cold feet - cold cold cold cold feet
He thought hed set his clock right - he though hed read his watch
He left in such a hurry he didnt think to wish for luck
Makes no difference if youre early - no difference if youre late
When youre out of time - the flowers have been laid
Youre six feet underground
With cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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Romantic Nights
Dim lights, soft music, sun setting
a table set for two by the patio
a white cloth drapes the table
a single red rose, two wine glasses
a bottle of the finest wines
love Ballads on the radio
beautiful you dress so elegant
a sexy red dress made of silk
lovely long leg, finished with red high heels
long wavy hair, gorgeous eyes, Beautiful smile
heaven sent a sexy gorgeous you, makes my heart melt
gently I reach for your hand and swing you tightly to me
a romantic dance under the sun to our song
kissing you and whispering sweet loving
being with you makes the world go round
every night is a romantic night with you
every sunset make a beautiful background
with you dancing and swaying to the music
makes me desire and want you more
Everyday is so picture perfect with you.
you make every night a Romantic Night
poem by Michael Peterson
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