Madeline
Sometimes I wonder Madeline
sweet, innocent girl
why I did not make you mine?
I still see your soft brown hair twirl
and in thoughts I am still lost
in the deepness of your dark-brown eyes,
sometimes I can touch you almost,
as if you are with me after all the goodbyes.
Our love was never really expressed
but burnt with a kind of intensity
and in your companionship I was blessed,
in your pure sincerity
and maybe I will wonder forevermore about a passionate kiss,
about how it would have been to be with you in sweet bliss.
poem by Gert Strydom
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One night at the movies
When you just started working
I took you on a date,
with the candlelight in the Spur
your eyes burnt deep dark brown.
Your hand was soft
and maybe it was to easy,
to make you laugh
and life was just another game
and you were excited about your dreams.
On the ice rink we skated
up and down like teenagers
and you got me tired
and I almost
fell in love with you
Yet that times were innocent
and you were,
just too young for me
and I wanted nothing more
than a kiss.
I see you at the movies
and you are a mature woman
and there’s sincerity in your eyes
when you greet me
and something that can go much deeper,
when your lips touch mine for a moment.
I almost wish
that we can be alone for a few moments
when I see heartache behind the mask,
but the commitments of life
set its claims
and I buy popcorn and cool drink
while two boys wait for me
and you are buried in my memories
and just a photo in a album.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sweet Chilean Brown!
In her presence
There was the usual 'I love you' sentence
And if I have to make reference
What I felt for her was without pretense
Getting together again was a mutual decision
Kissing and love-making was a daily exhibition
I remember when we lay in front of the television
Speaking about individual and collective visions
Sweet Chilean Brown!
Gone is my number one fan
Sweet Chilean Brown!
Yes! Yes! She took off and ran
Sweet Chilean Brown!
Yes! Yes! She ran off with another man!
Years ago there were those signs
That stated she will never be mine
But I opened the same door
I ought to have locked before
The beginning of madness
While my story ends with sadness
What is it about love?
What is it about her?
Or what is it about me
That makes me think I can set myself free?
In a world full of rules and numerous fools
I should have just allowed her fantasy to be
For love is what you feel in-depth and physically see
Sweet Chilean Brown!
I think of her without a frown
Sweet Chilean Brown!
Call me a clown wearing a cloudy gown
Sweet Chilean Brown!
Yes! Yes! Twice she wore my crown!
Why did she bother to get in touch?
Telling me she loved me so much
So many years had come and gone
But she still knew how to turn me on
As the past enveloped to a present of fun
Today I sit absorbed in my fairy tale
Reading and thinking over our old emails
The smell of her hair still lingers near
Her poetic writing is ever so enlightening
Her smile regularly captivates me for a while
Is love forever?
Or is love disguised as very clever?
Can you love again someone from your past?
And will that kind of love really, really last
Sweet Chilean Brown!
Gone is my number one fan
Sweet Chilean Brown!
Yes! Yes! She took off and ran
Sweet Chilean Brown!
Yes! Yes! She ran off with another man!
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Sweet Jamaica
Other people come and go
They try to make it through
I have to smile and tell them no
Cause I only care for you
I only care for you
Yes, you are my sweet, sweet jamaica
Country mama, brown country girl
When you touch me i, I feel so tall
If you let me down boy Id be so small
Yes, you are my sweet jamaica
Country mama, brown country girl
Everybody needs a friend
To brighten up their world
I know youll never let me down
Cause youre not that kind of girl, no no no
I want to see you round every turn
Youre my world far as Im concerned
Got no time to runabout
Just want to spend my life out with you, only you
Yes, you are my sweet, sweet jamaica,
Country mama, brown country girl
Oh, yes you are
Sweet jamaica, oh brown country girl, ooh
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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Oh! Lisa With These Lovely Eyes
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
So please tell my soul to sympathize,
We shall cry forever in overcast skies
Lisa with the dark brown eyes,
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
Heartbroken heart spoken, not taken back
To change a mind so is lifes dream
Lisa with the dark brown eyed
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
That blends your butter scotch face insight
Smiles which brings sparkles to my mind
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
Many pre thoughts of your strays hypnotize
French, African, English culture dies
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
She dabbles her life in fiction trash
her soul with curious follies
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
Loneliness, has come far a sad. sad day
Emptiness in your mind and heart pay
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
Lisa with the dark, dark, brown eyes
You walk the world in beauty forgotten
They speak about you something forbidden
Lisa with the dark, dark, brown eyes
Lisa with the dark, dark, brown eyes
Your body your mind so whole same so
Your gave birth and I wish I could understand, understand
Lisa with the dark dark raven eyes
Lisa with the dark dark brown eyes
Curiosity is so special time flies, my sighs
Persuaded a fool to be wise, so wise how wise
Lisa with the dark dark brown eyes.
poem by Klayne Mario Burton
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Lilah, Alice, Hypatia
To Alice and Hypatia Bradlaugh
Who was Lilah? I am sure
She was young and sweet and pure;
With the forehead wise men love,-
Here a lucid dawn above
Broad curved brows, and twilight there,
Under the deep dusk of hair.
And her eyes? I cannot say
Whether brown, or blue, or grey:
I have seen them brown, and blue,
And a soft green grey-the hue
Shakespeare loved (and he was wise):
'Grey as glass' were Silvia's eyes.
So to Lilah's name above
I will add two names I love,
Linking with the bracket curls
Three sweet names of three sweet girls:-
Sunday of Saint Valentine,
Eighteen hundred sixty-nine.
poem by James Thomson
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Sweet Georgia Brown
NO GAL MADE HAS GOT A SHADE
ON SWEET GEORGIA BROWN,
TWO LEFT FEET, OH, SO NEAT,
HAS SWEET GEORGIA BROWN!
THEY ALL SIGH, AND WANT TO DIE,
FOR SWEET GEORGIA BROWN!
I'LL TELL YOU JUST WHY,
YOU KNOW I DON'T LIE, NOT MUCH:
IT'S BEEN SAID SHE KNOCKS 'EM DEAD,
WHEN SHE LANDS IN TOWN!
SINCE SHE CAME, WHY IT'S A SHAME,
HOW SHE COOLS THEM DOWN!
FELLAS SHE CAN'T GET
MUST BE FELLAS SHE AIN'T MET!
GEORGIA CLAIMED HER, GEORGIA NAMED HER,
SWEET GEORGIA BROWN!
NO GAL MADE HAS GOT A SHADE
ON SWEET GEORGIA BROWN,
TWO LEFT FEET, OH, SO NEAT,
HAS SWEET GEORGIA BROWN!
THEY ALL SIGH, AND WANT TO DIE,
FOR SWEET GEORGIA BROWN!
I'LL TELL YOU JUST WHY,
YOU KNOW I DON'T LIE; NOT MUCH:
ALL THOSE GIFTS THOSE COURTERS GIVE,
TO SWEET GEORGIA BROWN,
THEY BUY CLOTHES AT FASHION SHOWS,
WITH ONE DOLLAR DOWN,
OH, BOY! TIP YOUR HAT!
OH, JOY! SHE'S THE CAT!
WHO'S THAT, MISTER? 'TAIN'T A SISTER!
SWEET GEORGIA BROWN!
song performed by by Louis Armstrong
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Brown Skin
Brown skin, you know I love your brown skin
I cant tell where yours begins, I cant tell where mine ends
Brown skin, up against my brown skin
Need some every now and thenoh hey
Where are your people from? maybe mississippi or an island
Apparently your skin has been kissed by the sun
You make me want a hersheys kiss, your licorice
Every time I see your lips, it makes me think of honey-coated chocolate
Your kisses are worth more than gold to me
Ill be your almond joy, youll be my sugar daddy
Brown skin, you know I love your brown skin
I cant tell where yours begins, I cant tell where mine ends
Brown skin, up against my brown skin
Need some every now and thenoh hey
Every time you come around, something magnetic pulls me and I cant get out
Disoriented, I cant tell my up from down
All I know is that I wanna lay you down
Every time I let you in, abracadabra magic happens as we swim
Higher and higher finally we reach heaven
Come back to earth and then we do it all again
Yeah..
Brown skin, you know I love your brown skin
I cant tell where yours begins, I cant tell where mine ends
Brown skin, up against my brown skin
Need some every now and thenoh hey
Skin so brown, lips so round
Baby how can I be down?
Beautiful mahogany, you make me feel like a queen
Tell me whats that thing you do that makes me wanna get next to you, yeah
Brown skin, you know I love your brown skin
I cant tell where yours begins, I cant tell where mine ends
Brown skin, up against my brown skin
Need some every now and thenoh hey
Brown skin, you know I love your brown skin
I cant tell where yours begins, I cant tell where mine ends
Brown skin, up against my brown skin
Need some every now and thenoh hey
song performed by by India Arie
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Sweet Georgia Brown
Well let me tell you well no chick made
Could be the same
As sweet georgia brown.
Crazy feet that dance so neat
Has sweet georgia brown.
Fella's sigh, and even cry
For sweet georgia brown.
I tell you just why
You know i don't lie.
It's been said
She knocks them dead
In any old town.
Since she came right
It's a shame
How she brings them down.
In liverpool she even dare
To critize the beatles' hair.
With their whole fanclub
Standing there
I mean sweet georgia brown.
I say this group is absolutely marvellous with the piano, don't you
Think so. not too commercial, boys, not too commercial!
When it comes to music
Sweet georgia is known to mind,
Don't buy clothes at fashion shows
But she still looks fine
Snap chicks cry,
They want to die
When georgie does the twist
I never would try
To tell you just why.
Use your imagination
Theres a dj crazy for her
Living in out home town
Since she came it's a shame
She turns him down
Records that she can get
Are records, they ain't sent him yet
Carolina may have dina,
But that don't have georgia brown.
Oh that sweet georgia,
Yeah yeah yeah i mean brown, oh oh oh.
Sweet georgia brown.
song performed by by Beatles
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In Faith
When the soft sweet wind o' the south went by,
I dwelt in the light of a dark brown eye;
And out where the robin sang his song,
We lived and loved, while the days were long.
In the sweet, sweet eves, when the moon swung high,
We wandered under the starry sky;
Or sat in the porch, and the moon looked through
The latticed wall where the roses grew.
My lips, that hd no lover's kiss,
You taught the art, till they trilled in bliss;
And the moon, and the stars, and the roses knew
That the heart you won was pure and true.
But true hearts weary men, maybe,
For you grew weary of love, and me.
Over the porch the dead vines hang,
And a mourning dove sobs where the robin sang.
In a warmer clime does another sigh
Under the light of your dark brown eye?
Did you follow the soft sweet wing o' the south,
And are you kissing a redder mouth?
Lips may be redder, and eyes more bright;
The face may be fairer you see to-night;
But never, love, while the stars shall shine,
Will you find a heart that is truer than mine.
Sometime, perhaps, when south winds blow,
You will think of a love you used to know;
Sometime, perhaps, when a robin sings,
Your heart will go back to olden things.
Sometime you will weary of this world's arts,
Of deceit and change and hollow hearts,
And, wearying, sigh for the 'used to be, '
And your feet will turn to the porch, and me.
I shall watch for you here when days grow long;
I shall list for your step through the robin's song;
I shall sit in the porch where the moon looks through,
And a vacant chair will wait - for you.
You may stray, and forget, and rove afar,
But my changeless love, like the polar star,
Will draw you at length o'er land and sea -
And I know you will yet come back to me.
The years may come, and the years may go,
But sometime again, when south winds blow,
When roses bloom, and the moon swings high,
I shall live in he light of your dark brown eye.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Jenn
Jenn is the one that i always will love
through thick and thin we been through it all
i still love her like i always will
her eyes are brown and beautiful
when i look into them i see us and the future we have
i see us standing with a baby with her eyes
her hair is long soft and brown
when i touch it it feels so soft and i don't wanna let go of snuggling her
when i feel her hair i feel our baby's hair as soft as it's mothers
its eyes and hair they share
i will always love jenn forever and more
our future together is getting bright once more
i will tell you something today that will ashtonish you
if you don't already know
I love you jenn until the day i die
I wanna be with you now more then ever and again
poem by Roberto Camtoe
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I'm lost where I want to be
Im lost in you
lost in your eyes
they're peircing tight
like a tigers prey
looking at me
I think you see
I'm lost in your eyes
I'm lost in your lips
the way you kiss
I feel a pure white bliss
I love the way
you take away my breath
right from my lips
I'm lost in you.......
poem by Kendyll Brown
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Candy Hearts Can Kill
CUTE ONE, BE MINE, LOVE ME
Valentine’s day brings them out
BE TRUE, KISS ME, HUG ME,
Sayings candy Sweethearts shout
Jumbled like a crazy quilt
Field of pastel blossoms
pink, orange, purple, green, yellow, white
and now soft brown chocolate too
Spill them out
And hear them shout
Those mocking slogans
at you
NEW LOVE, MY GUY
BABY GIRL, ONLY U
MY SWEET, ONE LOVE
That’s how candy can torture you
MISS YOU, CALL ME,
SWEET ONE, MARRY ME
How loud can candy shrieking be?
Tiny little pastel hearts
Each bit of sugared bliss
can be a bitter poison pill
when you have no one to kiss
HUG ME, BE GOOD, MY THRILL
a message that can kill
Candy Sweethearts
Can break your heart
If you are
LOVE LESS
still
poem by Mary Havran
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A Brown Study
LET them sing of their primrose and cowslip,
Their daffodil-gold-coloured hair,
Their bluebells, blue eyes, and white violets,
All the pale dreamy things they find fair;
Give me stir of brown leaves in the sunshine,
The whir of brown wings through the wheat,
The rush of brown hares through the clover,
And the light in brown eyes of my sweet!
Gold hair? Well, I never could love it,
Yet gold, I suppose, has its worth;
The head that I love is as dusky
As the breast of our mother, the earth;
With a gleam like the shine of wet seaweed,
Round pools that the tide has left clear,
And warm like the breast of a linnet,
And as brown, is the hair of my dear.
From the edge of the cliff we look downwards
On the shore, and the bay, and the town,
And brown is the short turf we lean on,
The fishing-boats' sails are all brown:
The sky may be blue--that's the background,--
But the picture itself, to be fair,
However it's shaded and varied,
Should be brown as the dress that you wear.
A lark bursts to sudden sweet singing--
That tuft of brown grass is his home--
And now, a brown speck, he is rising
Against the clear windy sky-dome;
And he sings--how I know? Love instructs me
To know all his notes, what they mean--
That it isn't the colour I care for,
But yourself, oh, my gipsy, my queen!
Ah! the lark knows my heart--I his language;
It's my heart he sings out to the skies;
It is you that I love, and what matter
The colour of hair or of eyes?
No doubt I should love you as dearly
Were your hair like an apricot's down,
And your eyes like the grey of the morning;
But I'm glad, all the same, that they're brown.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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The Touch Of
The Touch of Your Kiss
A Touch of Your Hand
The touch of your Soft Hair
A Touch of Your Beautiful Eyes
The feel of your hair touching My Face
The Sweet smell of rain that touches Your Soul
A soft touch of a babies skin
Touch of our hearts since we met
The Touch of your smile
A Touch of your love is all I Really Need.
By Charles Kuehnle AkA xxwhitestallionx
poem by Charles Kuehnle
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Sweet Georgia Brown
Sweet georgia brown
(kenneth casey - maceo pinkard)
No gal made has got a shade on sweet georgia brown
Two left feet but oh so neat, has sweet georgia brown
They all sigh and wanna die for sweet georgia brown
Ill tell you why, you know I dont lie... much
Its been said she knocks em dead when she lands in town
Since she came why its a shame how she coos em down
Fellers she cant get are fellers she aint met
Georgia claimed her, georgia named her
Sweet georgia brown
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Jackie Brown
Is this your life, jackie brown?
Poorly educated and forced to live on the poor side of town.
Is this your daughter, jackie brown?
This pretty little girl
In the worn out clothes
That have been hand-me down.
Is this your wife, jackie brown?
With sad blue eyes, walking on eggshells so you dont see her frown.
Is this your family, jackie brown?
Dream of vacationing on a mountain stream
And giving the world more than it gave you.
What ugly truths freedom brings
And it hasnt been very kind to you.
Is this your life, jackie brown?
Is this your meal, jackie brown?
Barely enough, Ive seen people throw away more than this out.
Is this your home, jackie brown?
This three room shack
With no running water
And the bathroom out back.
Is this your grave, jackie brown?
This little piece of limestone that says another desperate man took
Himself out.
Is this your dream, jackie brown?
Going nowhere and nowhere fast
We shame ourselves to watch people like this live.
But who gives a damn about jackie brown?
Just another lazy man who couldnt take what was his.
One helluva life jackie brown.
Forevermore, jackie brown
Amen and amen - jackie brown?
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Note Of Love
With a simple touch comes with a crazy rush.
Every attraction comes with a sweet reaction.
I will need some medical attention because
Am over dose with your love.
Kiss me slowly, touch me gentle
Whisper to me how much you love me.
With this bright smile of yours, enlighten that outer glow to that brown eyes which u tease me with.....
Tease me with that sweet scent of diamond, make me dribble with these sexy victoria secrets which you wear....
Be my life guard because I need rescuering.
Brighten up my sunrise while unconditional love at the sunset.
I will forever be your torch if u continuing being my flame.
With kiss to your misses, to celebration to joy.
Am all out of words because words alone can't express it all.
So I will keep it simple and be mine forever......
poem by Donavan Avril
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One Way Love
I saw him and I sighed with love,
He was tall, dark and divine,
His clothes, they fitted, like a glove,
I felt that he was mine.
His eyes were of the brightest blue,
His lips were mine to kiss,
If I'd been stuck to him like glue,
It would have been utter bliss.
He possessed such lovely dark brown hair,
With highlights sparkling through it,
This man was handsome, I declare
I loved him and I knew it.
But lovers we could not be at all,
Although he was Oh, so yummy,
He had no heart with which to fall,
He was just a shop window dummy!
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Sweet Girl
She looks so kind and sweet.
The kind of girl I'd love to meet.
But instead I'll just retreat.
She'd never want a guy like me,
so flawed and weak she'd think me a geek.
I smoke and drink and curse like hell.
She's pure of mouth, thought, and deed as well.
She'd only see me as a pure black seed.
If only though she'd take the time,
she'd know being with me is not a crime.
I'm sweet and kind and loving too.
She'd see I don't play the games those others do.
I'd give her love and truthful bliss.
She'd know it's true with just one kiss.
If only I had the guts to try,
I know we'd love eachother without a lie.
I'd take my chances but I don't dare,
It'd break my heart if she gave me a rejectful stare.
I hope though that one day we'll meet,
so I can show her what we need.
Maybe then she'll take me too,
into her heart where love is true.
poem by Michael McParland
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Natasha The Smasher!
God-graced beauty, as soft as silk,
Your brown hair frames you well,
Your pupils, too, amid white milk,
So quickly cast their spell...
Like boomerangs, your eyebrows rest,
In wondrous symmetry,
Your God-blessed lips I think the best,
Yet all looks sweet to me...
Your hair cascades, twin waterfalls,
With highlights shining through
And suddenly my heartbeat stalls
While thinking, 'I love you! '
The spectacle before my eyes
Just takes my breath away,
As if I stroll in Paradise
In Heaven's streets today...
Are you an angel come to Earth,
No parents of your own?
Or are you here of mortal birth,
Your future set in stone?
To live as one of us, no more,
Just passing time each hour,
So beautiful, without a flaw,
Just like a Summer flower?
Natasha's such a noble name,
It's like a melting sigh...
Natasha, I can't stay the same,
No matter how I try...
I hope you find your special love
And feel as I feel now...
Till then you cannot know enough,
The words are hard, somehow...
To me, you're like a living doll,
A perfect, precious girl,
Someone with whom I'd like to stroll,
To dance with and to twirl...
Like Fred Astaire, I'd walk on air,
Set free by love's embrace...
Such thoughts thrill me beyond compare
Each time I see your face...
poem by Denis Martindale (January 2012)
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