A Kind Of Meeting
In my depths your dark eyes are searching
and you soft perfume goes to my head,
the moment lingers while some women chat,
your hand is in mine somewhat loving
and my other hand holds a crumpled handkerchief,
you smile suddenly somewhat caring
and we are like two characters in a movie scene.
poem by Gert Strydom
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A moment in eternity
Outside the streets are filled with light,
doors are closed and locked
when the nightly silence is lingering,
while some people look out through dark windows
we walk with your hand fitting into mine,
silver-white stars are all across the night sky
and we talk about places where we have been,
the old oak tree throws a huge dark spot.
Your lips are suddenly hot, sweet and soft
when my heart beats delightful in my throat,
a dove calls to its mate in the dark night
when in that moment time stops suddenly,
your eyes say that you also love me
and I look into their bright depths.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sweet Amber
Wash your back so you won't stab mine
Get in bed with your own kind
Live your life so you don't see mine
Drape your back so you won't shine
Ooh then she holds my hand
And I lie to get a smile
Using what I want
To get what you want
Ooh sweet amber
How sweet are you?
How sweet does it get?
Chase the rabbit, fetch the stick
She rolls me over 'till I'm sick
She deals in habits, deals in pain
I run away, but I'm back again
Ooh then se holds my hand
And I lie to get a smile
And she squeezes tighter
I still lie to get a smile
She holds the pen that spells the end
She traces me and draws me in
song performed by by Metallica
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After You
When your hand touches mine and when your eye catches mine
When your smile grabs my soul and your heart holds mine
When your hair is so soft and your lips are like gold
It's when your face is art and you're Van Gogh
That's when I'll ask
[Chorus:]
Is there life after you
Is there love after you
Is there light after you
But you're mine.. so let him go
You're the horizon in my sky and now I'm drowning in your eyes
I'll write your name in the sand and protect it from the tide
So cut my lip once more before goodbyes
And then I'll ask
[Chorus]
I will
song performed by by Justincase from Upstart
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Put Your Hand Inside The Puppet Head
As your body floats down third street
With the burn-smell factory closing up
Yes its sad to say you will romanticize
All the things youve known before
It was not not not so great
It was not not not so great
And as you take a bath in that beaten path
Theres a pounding at the door
Well its a mighty zombie talking of some love and posterity
He says the good old days never say good-bye
If you keep this in your mind:
You need some lo-lo-loving arms
You need some lo-lo-loving arms
And as you fall from grace the only words you say are
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Ads up in the subway are the work of someone
Trying to please their boss
And though the guys a pig we all know what he wants
Is just to please somebody else
If the pu-pu-puppet head
Was only bu-bu-busted in
It would be a better thing for everyone involved
And we wouldnt have to cry
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Memo to myself: do the dumb things I gotta do
Touch the puppet head
Quit my job down at the carwash
Didnt have to write no-one a good-bye note
That said, the checks in the mail, and
Ill see you in church, and dont you ever change
If the pu-pu-puppet head
Was only bu-bu-busted in
Ill see you after school
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside the puppet head
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Inside The Puppet Head
As your body floats down third street
With the burn-smell factory closing up
Yes its sad to say you will romanticize
All the things youve known before
It was not not not so great
It was not not not so great
And as you take a bath in that beaten path
Theres a pounding at the door
Well its a mighty zombie talking of some love and posterity
He says the good old days never say good-bye
If you keep this in your mind:
You need some lo-lo-loving arms
You need some lo-lo-loving arms
And as you fall from grace the only words you say are
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Ads up in the subway are the work of someone
Trying to please their boss
And though the guys a pig we all know what he wants
Is just to please somebody else
If the pu-pu-puppet head
Was only bu-bu-busted in
It would be a better thing for everyone involved
And we wouldnt have to cry
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Memo to myself: do the dumb things I gotta do
Touch the puppet head
Quit my job down at the carwash
Didnt have to write no-one a good-bye note
That said, the checks in the mail, and
Ill see you in church, and dont you ever change
If the pu-pu-puppet head
Was only bu-bu-busted in
Ill see you after school
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside the puppet head
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Into the darkness of His hand
In the deepest valley and the darkest night
There is a hand that holds my hand
And like a child I know not my way
All I know is with whom I stand
There seems to be no way ahead
And the road before me is crumbling
My hand is in my Fathers hand
It is all that keeps me from stumbling
You dare not look to you left or right
For it falls away to the dark abyss
And the path it seems to have come to an end
Yet my hand is held tightly in His
Just when I need my senses the most
And I must not be taken by surprise
I feel my hand in my Fathers hand
And He says ' my son, close your eyes.'
And my head screams out ' you'll fall and die, '
Yet my heart feels my hand in His hand
And the Lord says ' trust in me,
Shut you eyes and together we'll stand'
And so fear and doubt gave way to trust
I closed my eyes and held His hand tight
He led me through the deepest valley
He led me through the darkest night
poem by Frank McEleny
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At the movies
I meet you at the coffee shop
of Exclusive in Hatfield
and we share some ice coffee
and you admire the rose
that I give to you.
There’s small devils dancing
in your eyes
and something in your smile,
make you very cute.
You pay for a steak at Caio
and in the candlelight,
I see stars
dancing in your eyes.
I watch you carefully
and know how lucky I am,
to have you in my life.
We sit in one of those big benches
and I steal a few kisses
and give you a handkerchief
when the movie draws tears.
You take my hand and press yours
against mine and its very nice,
to be with you..
poem by Gert Strydom
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I sit in Teasers
I sit in Teasers
and there’s tenfold
of the most pretty
bare breasted girls around me,
but my thoughts
do not want to
be with them.
Light falls through
the yellow of the Hunters
in my glass
and throws a golden gleam
over the table
and my thoughts,
are with my life
that is fraying slowly
bit by bit.
The girls are merry
and maybe a man
can get a chance to touch
or more from some of them
and nowhere there’s fridgetness
that hides behind the surface,
but I am not here
to catch a beautiful butterfly.
Some of them glance at me
and a few dance with twisting bodies
near to me
and I wonder why my soul
wants to stay in its dungeons
and darkness keeps folding in
and slowly but surely
wants to kill
and I cannot also
like this pleasure,
get a quick fix
and happiness and the meaning of life
cannot be found here
or anywhere else.
Two couples come and sit near me
and I see how the men
watch the dancing girls wide-eyed
and a redhead clenches her husband’s hand
and I hear a black head say,
that she can also lie like that
and see how she kicks
her husband under the table.
.
a Soft hand is suddenly
on mine
and deep blue eyes
takes my pain away
and it’s as if every thing round me
disappears by itself
and we are in our own little world
and my fingers stroke
blonde curls,
but I am brought back
to reality
when a beautiful girl
shakes her supple body
right against me
and her perfume hangs strong between us
and her dark eyes catch mine
and a stranger
lifts his glass in a salute to me
and my blue-eyed girl stays dead
and hit by a car
and only for a moment
I can escape from it all.
poem by Gert Strydom
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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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Hypnotic Trance Inescapable
When I told myself
That your mouth was cruel
And could only utter
Insults and lies,
I was determined to hate you
And be through with you
In my tattered life;
But when I saw you smile,
I could only cry
To be in the same room with you
And your perfume of delicate charms.
When I knew your eyes
Gazed in every direction but mine
And could only see me
In relation to miniscule things,
I told myself neither would I notice you
As I walked the same streets
Of our mutual city,
But I found your dark eyes everywhere
Penetrating to my spiritual core,
I wanted nothing more from existence
Than to swim in those dark pools.
When I saw your white-gloved hand
Tossing me keys to bring your car
With impatient demands
But never compassionately grasping mine,
I thought you should be in the grave
With my hands shoveling the dirt;
But when you wear your evening dress
And lift a wineglass slowly to your tender mouth
As starlight sparkles in your eyes,
I know I’m doomed
To every moment fall in love with you
In a hypnotic trance inescapable.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Hand I Offer
the hand i offer,
the hand of peace.
the caring hand,
the giving hand,
the get dirty hand,
the pull you up hand,
the work with you hand,
walk beside you hand,
the companion hand,
the communion hand....
the hand i offer,
....without conditions!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Hand
only the human hand,
the caring hand,
the hand covered in blood
and filth, the hand swollen
bruised, and beaten...
the open hand,
not a fist anymore hand,
not afraid to let go hand,
never letting go hand...
feed the baby, plow the field hand,
stroke the face of
the old woman dying hand...
light the fires, sweep the floors hand...
the praying hand, the picking hand,
the paint the soul hand...
only the human hand
can touch with the heart of God!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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When you visited me
My world was dull
like a black and white film
made by a third rate producer,
but it was like a scene
from a movie
made by Steven Spielberg
when you came to visit me.
Never were you more beautiful
than last night
when I saw you again.
Happiness shone in your eyes
which sparkled
like rare golden citrine
brighter than at any time
and your whole face was aflame,
your auburn hair
were touched by the sun
glittering in every strand
even in the sieving rain
and the dogs cried out
from happiness
trying to cuddle you
in their own simple way.
Your perfume went to my head
and your lips glowed and tasted sweet
in a crimson way
and your embrace made me sway
as if walking on a cloud
and the movie was better than great,
but it was real life
and the genuine characters in it
were you and I.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Soft Smile
Where are you now soft smile?
You left me all the while
Wandering through a world of hardness and dark
Nowhere for my heart to park
Wherefore art thou soft smile?
Soft smile what light through yonder window breaks?
'Tis the sun and 'soft smile' you are my moon.
I dream endless hours of another moment with you
Every little moment has meaning
Why must I fall for you again n again?
You, who hath no heart but carry a shield
Soft smile you buried your heart but start
Start a new one with me will you?
Soft smile, stay with me a while
Allow me to beguile
Allow me to teach you about tease and denial
I miss you soft smile
I think about you every day
We both know i have spoiled you
We both know how i feel for you
I will go on alone
I will piss and moan
Who is 'soft smile'?
She knows exactly who she is
Because she wanders through her day
Carrying a bag of coins
But more importantly carrying my heart symbolically
Soft Smile I miss you every single day.
Beau Golden
poem by Beau Golden
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The Computer
it’s my addiction
im not addicted to the computer it self
but what it stands for
what it means to me
a connection
to people who talk to me
who understand me
a link
to the guy who looked twice
who is my friend
didn’t care how fat and ugly i was
he cared about the big loving and caring heart i have
who stole that heart away
who holds that in his hand
he could crush it at any moment
but yet he chooses to
continue in building our relationship until it’s unbreakable
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Calais Sands
A thousand knights have reign'd their steeds
To watch this line of sand-hills run,
Along the never silent Strait,
To Calais glittering in the sun;
To look tow'rd Ardres' Golden Field
Across this wide aerial plain,
Which glows as if the middle Age
Were gorgeous upon earth again.
Oh, that to share this famous scene,
I saw, upon the open sand,
Thy lovely presence at my side,
Thy shawl, thy look, thy smile, thy hand!
How exquisite thy voice would come,
My darling, on this lonely air!
How sweetly would the fresh sea-breeze
Shake lose some band of soft brown hair!
Yet now my glance but once hath roved
O'er Calais and its famous plain;
To England's cliffs my gaze is turn'd,
On the blue strait mine eyes I strain.
Thou comest! Yes! The vessel's cloud
Hangs dark upon the rolling sea.
Oh, that yon sea-bird's wing were mine,
To win one instant's glimpse of thee!
I must not spring to grasp thy hand
To woo thy smile, to seek thine eye;
But I may stand far off, and gaze,
And watch thee pass unconscious by,
And apell thy looks, and guess thy thoughts,
Mixt with the idles on the pier. --
Ah, might I always rest unseen,
So I might have thee always near!
To-morrow hurry through the fields
Of Flanders to the storied Rhine!
To-night those soft-fringed eyes shall close
Beneath one roof, my Queen! with mine.
poem by Matthew Arnold (1867)
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Only Dancing
I'm alright though I'm alone
I've got this wish, I'll be the one who takes you home
Last night before we met
my only comfort was a television set
In my mind it's kind of a task:
will I have the courage to look at you when I ask?
Still there is some time
and I'll be damned if you don't end up as mine
Right now this is the scene
the in-crowd is here, and I am someone inbetween
I see you, and where you stand
there is a line for those who'd die to shake your hand
They're eager, I know, cause so am I
but I'm restricted by my fear to catch your eye
And I think: am I afraid?
Maybe this is the worst mistake I've ever made
I look up and there he stands, I don't know what to do
His repulsive smile says: "(I want you) How are you?"
You answer: "I'm fine, but worse is I'm alone.
So I am looking for someone special to take me home"
He invites you, you accept to take his hand
things run smooth now, just exactly like he planned
There's another hand of his around your waste
You think you're only dancing, but you should see that look on his face
I see this, now am I about so loose?
I can't believe that he will be the one you'll choose
No I just can't believe
I can't believe
I can't believe
No I can't believe
I can't believe that he will be the one you'll choose
So I close my eyes
a hand in mine, I admit I'm surprised
I'm alright and I'm not alone
and then you say that you want me to take you home
song performed by by Yvonne
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At that Moment
At That Moment
When you looked into my eyes
When you held my hand tight
When you smiled so bright
Time seemed to slow down... Time seemed to stop somehow,
At that moment
You moved closer to me, and I moved closer to you
I felt the warmth of your lips, so soft, so beautiful
As they gently touched mine
At that moment in time
I had dreamed and imagined of that moment
Never knowing if it would be, could be, should be
But now I know without fear
That my dreams and my imagination
Were like looking at A waterless tear
like looking at a colorless photo so old
A moonless night so dark and cold...
Compared to the moment
Your lips gently touched mine
That beautiful moment in time,
So amazing, So beautiful, So wonderful.
If you could see a feeling,
Oh the colors, the sounds you would see
Of that very first moment
Of that very first beautiful kiss
What a beautiful gift, That beautiful first
KISS
poem by Daniel lee Davis
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Your smile glitters with beauty
Your smile glitters with beauty,
there is perfume hanging like gardenia around you,
away is all my doubting and powerlessness
when you tell me how much you miss me,
without me really expecting it then
while you catch my eyes in your depths
and suddenly I can define you and find words
although I am blinded by your personality, your loveliness.
poem by Gert Strydom
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His Hand In Mine
(words & music by mosie lister)
You may ask me how I know my lord is real (my lord is real)
You may doubt the things I say and doubt the way I feel (the way I feel)
But I know hes real today hell always be (hell always be)
I can feel his hand in mine and thats enough for me
I will never walk alone he holds my hand (he holds my hand)
He will guide each step I take
And if I fall I know hell understand
Till the day he tells me why he loves me so (he loves me so)
I can feel his hand in mine
Thats all I need to know
I will never walk alone he holds my hand (he holds my hand)
He will guide each step I take
And if I fall I know hell understand
Till the day he tells me why he loves me so (he loves me so)
I can feel his hand in mine
Thats all I need to know
I can feel his hand in mine
Thats all I need to know
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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