Our Moonlit Getaway
if there be but two
on this twilight moon's
landscape, there might be
in a galaxy of its own
a hidden treasure trove
of good and loved things
that can be opened up
and relished each day!
poem by Frederick Kesner
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Beachcombing
As the tide retreats, it leaves behind
Once hidden treasures, for folk to find.
Left revealed, is a long strip of shiny, wet sand,
Where treasures, now at their journey’s end, will land.
By the sea, small pieces of glass have been ground,
Leaving their once sharp edges, smooth and round.
There are a few fallen feathers from visiting gulls.
Smooth, egg-shaped pebbles – both shiny and dull.
Shells of all shapes, such as cones, conches, and scallops,
Are washed ashore by the powerful sea, as it gallops.
There are lions’ paws, kings’ crowns, tulips, angel wings,
Slipper shells, jewel boxes, moon snails and other things.
Sugar Kelp, Bladderwrack and Dead Man’s Fingers,
Are some of the seaweeds which, on the shore, linger.
The sight of numerous pieces of discarded litter,
Leaves behind a taste, in my mouth, that is bitter.
Pieces of driftwood, many with interesting shapes,
From the endlessly shifting sea, make their escape.
If, along a sandy beach, you take a relaxing wander,
There are many treasures on which you can ponder.
Folk can while away many an hour of pleasure,
Sifting amongst all the newly arrived treasure.
An hour or two spent exploring a sandy cove,
Can potentially reveal a whole treasure trove.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Mother Nature, I Love You.
You display things known, unknown
In ways, I can’t imagine;
You teach me so lovingly
Most things, I need to know.
You unravel secrets great
To curious searching earthlings;
You reveal to men who seek,
The glorious works of God.
You share beauty’s treasure trove
That’s hidden to most eyes.
You infuse the knowledge base
That all on earth need most.
You heal wounds of mind and heart
That science cannot ever heal;
You give joy to pining souls
That world can never give.
You help poor, born upon earth
To sleep in peace ’midst peril;
You unleash your furious work
When men will not repent.
Mother Nature, I love you –
Heart of God’s love, unfolded;
Remains your might unfathomed,
Till God ushers Doomsday!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-16-2009
poem by John Celes
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Streets
Let's dance the jig!
Above all else I loved her eyes,
More clear than stars of cloudless skies,
And arch and mischievous and wise.
Let's dance the jig!
So skilfully would she proceed
To make a lover's bare heart bleed,
That it was beautiful indeed!
Let's dance the jig!
But keenlier have I relished
The kisses of her mouth so red
Since to my heart she has been dead.
Let's dance the jig!
The circumstances great and small,-
Words, moments . . . I recall, recall
It is my treasure among all.
Let's dance the jig!
poem by Paul Verlaine
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Moments (Love Poem)
Priceless,
A moment with you,
In my life, my everything.
I am saving every memory,
Soon, I will be a millionaire,
With a treasure trove of,
Unforgettable moments
Like grains of sand,
Golden for-
Ever.
For
Us.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Loved
Loved
Written by Ricky Wilde & Terry Ronald
Take all your goodness and shiness away
I'll tell you the things I've been longing to say
I'll break it to you just so you understand
The force and control that you hold in your hands
Make me the beat of your heart
Then fall into mine
One step at a time
You have no reason for doubting your feelings
Love isn't always the same
You are loved
You are loved
You are loved
You I love
You
You are loved
You are loved
You are loved
You I love
You
(Ooh you are loved)
Live for the moment according to you
And so when the time comes you know what to do
Trust me, I'm giving no secret away
I'm drowning in you but I want it that way
Make me the beat of your heart
Then fall into mine
One step at a time
You have no reason for doubting your feelings
Love isn't always the same
You are loved
You are loved
You are loved
You I love
You
You are loved
You are loved
You are loved
You I love
You
You are loved
(Ooh you are loved)
You are loved
You are loved
You I love
You
You are loved
(Ooh you are loved)
You are loved
You are loved
You I love
You
Rise to my world, fly to my arms
I love you
I'll make it for good, I'll make it forever
you know you are loved
Make me the beat of your heart
Love isn't always the same
You are loved
Ooh you are loved
(Loved you are)
(Loved you are)
(Loved you are loved)
Ooh you are loved
(Loved you are)
(Loved you are)
(Loved you are loved)
Ooh you are loved
You are loved
You are loved
You are loved
You I love
You
Ooh you are loved
You are loved
You are loved
You are loved
You I love
You
(You are the only one I love)
You are loved
(Loved you are)
You are loved
(Loved you are)
You are loved
You I love
You
(You are the only one I love)
You are loved
(Loved you are)
You are loved
(Loved you are)
You are loved
You I love
You
(You are the only one I love
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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I Want to Be Everything to You
yesterday, i was think in rhythms
it's just like you and me to be that awesome
earth isn't a planet in the galaxy with a moon
it's where i live with you
my bed isn't where i lay
it's whenever we sleep, though night or day
songs that make me feel. good.
i like to relate them all to you
i can't wait to come home every night
to see you when i wake up is everything
i'm glad we both did things the way we did
so that things are the way they are
i want to be everything to you
in this realm, all is about the future
let's keep dreaming, so the future doesn't run out
but let's make the future the present
and your presence is the future of my past
poem by Annie Cordelia Adams
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Not the Same Guy
I don’t know what set the mood
Today I’m feeling good
Happiness all over me
I feel nice and free
My heart is so light
The sunshine more bright
Fairer looks my so so girl
Fuller lips eyes are pearl
Somewhere inside is a swell
That makes me wish everyone well
Clicked open a treasure trove
Pouring out floods of love
This morn I feel not the same guy,
I'm ready to fly and touch the sky!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Double Faced Poet
double faced poet
like day and night
light and darkness,
the bad side of
the other good side,
that is not what i
really mean,
it is not about good
and/or evil, it is about
how we do things:
poetry at night
and bread and butter
during the day, something
that makes the terror
of our creativity,
moon and sun
they may not come together
but they must exist
to make the whole
narration of a complete event.
rushing myself to write a poem
and then rethinking things over
a decision between life and/or death
liberty and/or prison, and so on and so forth,
this time, as you read, it is poetry.
as i sign out, it will be another face of me.
it is something that you cannot read.
it is hidden by the clouds
behind the sun and the moon and the stars.
it is something that disgusts me.
it is something that i do most of the time.
apart from this poem.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What You See Is What You Get
Man:
Aint no hidden treasure
In this pot of gold you see
Aint no way for you to make
No silky purse out of me
Woman:
Well Im never ever gonna change your way
I dig you as you are
And youve got something that I want
And thats worth waiting for
Chorus (together):
What you see is what you get
And you aint seen nothing yet
What you see is what you get
And you aint seen nothing yet
Man:
I told you that I loved you
Right from the very start
Now dont you make me sorry girl
That I opened up my heart
Woman:
Well I know that Im no angel
This aint my first time out
But you can count on what I got
Cause what I gots a lot dont you know
Chorus (together)
Man (spoken):
Woman:
When its cold I want it hot
Ive always wanted what is not
But when it comes to loving you
Im yours no matter what you do
Man:
Oh youre my baby, and Im your man
This is mother natures plan
Woman:
Cant you see, its a fact
Loving you is where its at
What you see is what you get
And you aint seen nothing yet
(repeats)
song performed by by Meat Loaf
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The Promise
There was a promise made to me
That you would love me eternally.
Eternity is supposed to be forever
And I know that things are much better.
Paint me the colors of my life
Make each one cheerful and bright
Paint me the colors for all the world to see
All the love that’s hidden in side of me.
You know me more than I know myself
For in my heart you do dwell
You’ve seen my good points and my bad
You’ve seen me happy and you’ve seen me sad.
You can paint the pictures of my life
In any way that you like
Because you’re the only one that can see
Everything that’s inside of me
You say you love me as you never loved
Anyone before, for I have opened up
Your hearts door.
So I will hold you to the promise that you made
And I’ll take that to my grave.
I will love you eternally
For our love is finally free.
poem by Louis Rams
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Gratis Et Amore (2)
helen cannot sleep,
and she keeps on sneering at the moon
and writing it
with poems as though the moon is a man
and as though the poems are her
letters pleading
to be loved by its glimmer
and shimmer imagining
them to be the rough hands
of a lover and
throughout many nights
she had been waiting
to be loved
there were many things that she did
all for the moon not even for the stars
until one morning she was found
dead inside her room
her face towards the moon
her eyes closed
her window open
and the people who buried her
that same day
told about the shame
that she was naked
i know how it is to be like her
and it was all done in the name of love
gratis et amore.
and they said, all of them, after all the prayers were said
Amen.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Song Of The Last Siren
Somewhere in between slumber and arousal
the twilight zone scoops a fistful of memories.
Atrophied limbs. Mottled skin. A cancerous face haunts.
Not afraid but I am anxious. Life has not yet ebbed away.
I scramble for sparks, my hands burn.
Very disquietening!
The severed bones in a heap.
They wanted to appease the goddess,
the gnomes were dancing in a circle.
The land, the country is breaking, sky is falling.
Run, run for cover.
I scream in a dream.
Are we disintegrating? Disappearing?
A black hole is calling?
The mega truth has been broken into myriad fragments,
We are now thinking in chips, holding our own mirror.
Show your mirror to your truth. Future is fogging the past.
Come hither my child of sorrow.
We are old tribe. We will keep our pledge
to maintain fidelity towards verses of sadness, evening, night,
stars and dust. The sparkles will die one day. Only the moon
will rise on the dead bodies. Where will you like to go?
Amongst the ruins, walking straight back to the treasure-trove
of ancient wisdom.
Wake up
Bells are chiming.
poem by Satish Verma
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Hidden Talent
Written by gerry beckley, 1998
Found on human nature.
Just like a person from another world
My eyes can see inside you, little girl
I see things that you dont want to see
I see things youre trying to hide from me
Im just trying to make you understand
All the ways you can affect this man
From the moment that you came in touch
With the power there to burn so much
Youve got hidden talent (yeah)
I bet youre gonna find some hidden talent, oh
You know your past is whats been bugging you
If youre ready girl ... do what you gotta do
Look for your life between the lines
Bad directions and poor designs
Youve got hidden talent (hidden talent, yeah)
I bet youre gonna find some hidden talent, oh
Hidden talent (hidden talent, yeah)
Check it out you ... got it, hidden talent, oh
With the advantage of perspective i
See theres more to you than meets the eye
But now the time must come to spread your wings and fly
Yeah (hidden talent) yeah
Hidden talent (hidden talent, yeah)
I bet youre gonna find some hidden talent, oh
Hidden talent (hidden talent, yeah)
Check it out ... you got it, hidden talent, oh
Hidden talent (hidden talent, yeah)
Affair without warning
Hidden talent, mmm (mmm)
Hidden talent (hidden talent, yeah)
I bet youre gonna find some hidden talent, oh
(fade)
song performed by by America
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The Outlaws
1914
Through learned and laborious years
They set themselves to find
Fresh terrors and undreamed-of fears
To heap upon mankind.
ALl that they drew from Heaven above
Or digged from earth beneath,
They laid into their treasure-trove
And arsenals of death:
While, for well-weighed advantage sake,
Ruler and ruled alike
Built up the faith they meant to break
When the fit hour should strike.
They traded with the careless earth,
And good return it gave:
They plotted by their neighbour's hearth
The means to make him slave.
When all was ready to their hand
They loosed their hidden sword,
And utterly laid waste a land
Their oath was pledged to guard.
Coldly they went about to raise
To life and make more dread
Abominations of old days,
That men believed were dead.
They paid the price to reach their goal
Across a world in flame;
But their own hate slew their own soul
Before that victory came.
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Love On All Levels
I have loved you like the wind
That gently blows the waves to shore.
I have loved you like the sun
In blissful warmth forever more.
I have loved you like the quiet moon
Way up in the sky.
I have loved you like the snowflakes
That dip and whirl and fly
I have loved you like the gentle rain
That upon my face does mist.
I have loved you with the mystery
Of fog in all its shifts.
I have at times loved you so passionately
Within hail and storm and squall.
I have stood beside you always.
Yes, I've loved you through them all.
poem by Rosi Caswell
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He stole his eyes from a milk-glass moon - Villanelle
He stole his eyes from a milk-glass moon,
From drops of peridot scattered at sea,
Hidden beneath a moon-shadowed ruin.
His father not caring where or with whom,
Or from what rare ocean his being might be-
He stole his eyes from a milk-glass moon.
He learnt his letters from a dark winged loon
Who flew where the mountains caress the trees,
Hidden beneath a moon-shadowed ruin.
His speech was a garble of false and truth,
Whistling like a hollow piped reed,
He stole his eyes from a milk-glass moon.
His eyes a contagion of waters blue
And brackish trunks of underwater trees
Hidden beneath a moon-shadowed ruin.
His normal voice wove a threadless tune,
Brought close the mermaids, hungry to feed;
He stole his eyes from a milk-glass moon,
Hidden beneath a moon-shadowed ruin.
poem by Patti Masterman
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Take Good Care Of Her
(words & music by warren - kent)
Take good care of her, take good care of her
I suppose I ought to say congratulations
For you won the only girl I ever loved
But I hurt too much to face the situation
Just take good care of her, take good care of her
Just to be around her was my greatest pleasure
She was everything my future held in store
So remember when you take my only treasure
Just take good care of her, take good care of her
I must accept it, she loves you more than me
So with my broken heart Ill bow out gracefully
Please dont send me any wedding invitation
For I couldnt bear to see her there with you
If shes happy, that will be my consolation
Just take good care of her, take good care of her
Take good care of her, take good care of her
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Steams Of Thoughts One Thursday Afternoon
things that amaze you
sometimes your hands holding on
to something too tightly yet
you hold not a grain of those beans
spilling all over your feet
the sound of violin playing slowly
at the opening and then faster
at the end
your feet cannot hold the dance
hidden inside your heels
you step and tiptoe on the street
as people gaze at you
a girl looks attentively and sways her head
saying it does not look good for a woman
at 45 still behaving like a
child what a shame she says when she
behaves like a woman
despite the pinches that she receives from
mother and there is the man who dusts off
a tinderbox as he finally finds his
hidden treasure his toy soldiers all stuff
like that taken away from him when
he was once a young boy beaten almost
to death by a cruel father.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Topped With a Frosting
We do things that are loved.
People and others like myself,
Who have within them...
Something loved they do.
It is a passion not a passing fad,
That attaches to one's life...
As normal as the thoughts one has!
To wake up feeling blessed,
To have something else besides complaints
On one's mind...
Is something I treasure.
I thank God it wasn't mine to find.
It was there since birth to be expressed.
To not have something possessed I love...
I confess,
Would distress and depress me.
I can not imagine feeling that empty.
And yet...
There are those who do!
I guess they are the ones who awaken to brood!
We do things that are loved.
People and others like myself,
Who have within them...
Something loved they do.
Something to share with others.
Something done without seeking notoriety.
And 'if' that should come...
I can say God has given me my cake.
Topped with a frosting I love too!
'Of course,
You can have a piece of what I offer and give.
As long as you leave me a slice of what you brought.
I'm sure you have 'something' there,
You can say you love to offer and give...
Living a life loved as long as you live.
You must have something you'd like to share that's enjoyed? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Awaits
What awaits us after certain death,
nor I nor you nor any here may know;
some may prefer to hold the unthinking state;
knowing only, what shall be, shall be;
and yet, it may not harm to have a dream,
a hope, a thought in purity;
why, it may even smoothe our latter days -
not by some mental last narcotic drip,
but curled around the treasure of our heart;
resting in our dearest, dearest love;
for some, it will be family:
perhaps to know our parents as new friends;
to talk to them of all unspoken things
we never thought to ask of them in life,
to throw aside the separateness of things;
to love our selves in them as they loved us;
- or if it be that all was fear and hate,
to learn a way to pass through that to love;
or, watch perhaps, in some angelic way
over our children as they live their lives;
watch them in some wisdom quite uncritical,
encompass all their life with eyes of love;
yes, those things would be good; and surely not
what our Creator would not want for us?
So, noble-hearted philanthropes might wish
above all else, to guard the institutions which
they built so generously from their rich and loving lives;
to watch benignly as those institutions grow;
I have a passing fancy that, the relay race as run,
some glorious gift to pass, might be to hand:
and to some soul unborn, now waiting there
ready to run - reach out and smiling say,
here, take this I hold out in my hand –
to you, a seeming torch, or jewel beyond price,
a flower, or keepsake of a life of love –
take this, my treasure throughout all my life,
this is what I loved, and worked at, polished bright;
this is the jewel of my life.. Do with it, what you will;
know that the joy is in the passing on;
what else is there to offer, heart to heart?
* * *
meanwhile, I’ll treasure that high moment when
all change became the strange; the eternal, natural.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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