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Sometimes I Loose My Words

Sometimes I loose my words,
sometimes they just disappear
while we walk on the beach
see gulls flying away, flying off

but there is something in the silence
of touching mouths, in meandering steps
that leaves lonely tracks at the sea,
while words become more yours

are like morning glories waiting,
climbing over walls growing,
constantly growing and stretching
but always waiting on the summer sun

while my silences get some own distinct words
as you understand me to the depths of my soul
as your are filling every part of my life and body
but I want you to hear my voice in bliss and pain.

Troubled winds, of past heartaches, of a past war
still blows right through me, while you bring
a new kind of hope, new dreams and joy to life
and a new understanding of how things can be

and I want you to be my companion in everything,
to stay with me while the storm still roars in my life
to be constantly the only one that really knows me,
to follow me on every step in this ravaged world

but you constantly are in everything,
filling my life, my body, my mind
with your kisses, a kind of strange bliss
and that is the way that everything it is.

poem by Gert Strydom
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I Remember You As You Were In The Winter

I remember you as you were in the winter,
with a warm cap worn like a kind of beret,
with the silences that were in your presence,
while your hair were autumn, your eyes

blazed with a kind of inner passionate fire
while the great wind swept rain and leaves
and your words, deeds and intimate sighs
in wonder went to the very depths of my soul.

While you embraced me like a morning glory
climbing against me constantly, always searching
for some deeper meaning, for more intimate bliss
while the timber of your voice was full of tranquilly.

I feel your eyes wandering and the sun is far gone,
with your brown cap, your autumn hair and blazing eyes,
while you are drawing me to you and now its summer
while your kisses glow with passionate burning fire.

Your memory constantly visits me, are always there
like fog rising in the early winter mornings
and to you I yearn, are like a migrating bird
always searching for the newest bright summer

and the memory remains of your presence
as you were in winter with a myriad
of small gestures, words, intimate sighs
with hair of autumn, green blazing bewitching eyes.

poem by Gert Strydom
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There Are Numerous Things That I Find

There are numerous things that I find,
on the atlas of your lovely body,
sometimes eddies with wandering deer,
deep valleys where tranquil waters flow

places of shelter where my ship can anchor
and also a storm tossed raging ocean
with in its blue goes to the depth of your soul

and dreams, silences and hopes and joys
I find with you and a kind of intimate trembling,
that yearns for a much deeper kind of contact
as if in our togetherness in pleasure we are dying

in tender touch, in bliss and in sweet tranquillity
we celebrate the life that pulses as we come together,
you open to me like morning glories waiting
upon the rays of the sun, with blessing of sudden heat.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Daily You Are So Part Of Me

Daily you are so part of me,
as if you know every thought
and in the silences between us
there is a deep kind of understanding.

You are part of every breath,
are part of my life and soul,
are etched deep into every dream
are found even in melancholy and pain.

There is a hidden message in every moment,
in every moment that we look at each other
and you understand every action and word
long before they even are mine.

In the silences there are sweet messages,
that at times says much more than mere words
bringing a kind of joy to our passion and kisses,
and I am happy to have found you.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Liberty Sought For All

Words keep filling my brain.
I rarely write them down.
Because as soon as I empty my head.
Words start filling my brain again.

I can never empty my head.
For there remains too much unsaid.
Poignant thoughts, enlightened ideas, ideals.
Waiting for a poet to bring them to heal.

Words. Words. Words. Words. Words.
Whirling Whirling Whirling Whirling Words.
Waiting for a chosen moment, of precise creativity.
Waiting for a special moment, of ordained existence.

Waiting to transform
a corrupt materialistic world.
Waiting to put compassion
back into heartless hearts.

Waiting to restore love
vitality freedom and nobility.
Waiting to herald a new age
of heaven sent realized liberty.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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What Child Is This? (feat. The London Symphony Orchestra)

Yesterday the rains came down, there was darkness all around
They told me you had gone to find a new life
But you left no word of where you\\\'d gone, I fell right to the ground
And I needed all the help I could get to set me on my feet again
Water under the bridge carried my pain away from me
He was there trying to love and comfort me
Water under the bridge, I\\\'m amazed at the change in me
I\\\'m growing up, getting stronger constantly
I watched the ever-flowing stream as it washed away my dream
I felt like diving in and taking a ride
But the stranger took me by the hand and held me by his side
When I needed all the help I could get to set me on my feet again
Water under the bridge carried my pain away from me
He was there trying to love and comfort me
Water under the bridge, I\\\'m amazed at the change in me
I\\\'m growing up, getting stronger constantly
When I remember how I cried and how I nearly died
All for a man who had gone to find a new life
Now I can laugh, my friend\\\'s so fine he never seemed to mind
When I needed all the help I could get to set me on my feet again
Water under the bridge carried my pain away from me
He was there trying to love and comfort me
Water under the bridge, I\\\'m amazed at the change in me
I\\\'m growing up, getting stronger constantly
I\\\'m growing up, getting stronger constantly, yeah

song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Water Under The Bridge

(lordan)
Yesterday the rains came down, there was darkness all around
They told me you had gone to find a new life
But you left no word of where youd gone, I fell right to the ground
And I needed all the help I could get to set me on my feet again
Water under the bridge carried my pain away from me
He was there trying to love and comfort me
Water under the bridge, Im amazed at the change in me
Im growing up, getting stronger constantly
I watched the ever-flowing stream as it washed away my dream
I felt like diving in and taking a ride
But the stranger took me by the hand and held me by his side
When I needed all the help I could get to set me on my feet again
Water under the bridge carried my pain away from me
He was there trying to love and comfort me
Water under the bridge, Im amazed at the change in me
Im growing up, getting stronger constantly
When I remember how I cried and how I nearly died
All for a man who had gone to find a new life
Now I can laugh, my friends so fine he never seemed to mind
When I needed all the help I could get to set me on my feet again
Water under the bridge carried my pain away from me
He was there trying to love and comfort me
Water under the bridge, Im amazed at the change in me
Im growing up, getting stronger constantly
Im growing up, getting stronger constantly, yeah

song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Hello, Death

Hello; I am Death.
Listen to me as I speak
As though you think there is an option
There is none, as your life is what I seek.
You can be the top of your world
The master of all you survey
Have your name known around this world
But that is nothing, you are mine at any day.
As with the touch of my finger
Or a glare from my eye
All you owe and known is gone,
When I command it, your body will die.

Hello; I am Death
Have you came to fear me yet
Have you seen your life pass you by
terrible is your life, and your soul is that debt.
The people you used and hurt
The swears and lies that you spoke
Laughing when others where in despair
I think by those words, I will let you choke.
You will then dance in your misery
As you reflect the past of your deeds
With every gasping breath I will laugh
Then my words you will finally heed.

Hello; I am Death
Listen to me as I talk
My voice will be the last for you to hear
As you take, your very last walk.
I will laugh with every step that you take
As just to remind you of your past,
And the wrongs that you did to others
Forever, I promise that pain in you will last.
And then the moment before you die
And your soul is full of regrets
I want to watch you beg for mercy and life,
BUT, I wont listen; as I am DEATH.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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I can not wait for two o’clock to come

I cannot wait for two o’clock to come
to climb on my motorbike
and to ride to the place
where the words of other poets
get life and energy
and bring bliss and burning beauty
and sometimes sincerity
or stark reality
as magic to me.

I cannot wait for two o’clock to come
to hear the words
of a master and to find something
in his thoughts that I can make mine,
as if it was buried in my soul
just waiting for the sun and rain
and interaction to sprout
growing green like a living thing.

I cannot wait for two o’clock to come
to read my own poetry
and to see what other
people make of it
and to know
if my words are truly
hitting their mark.

I cannot wait for two o’clock to come
and to experience something great
that makes life worth living
and perhaps for some time
to sit near the presence
of the Immortal One
that gives man the ability
to turn words into the magic
that life aught to be.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Words are a powerful tool

Words can be cruel
and they can be kind
words can touch the heart
and invade the mind.
Words can be a weapon
as sharp as any knife
they can bring despair
and ruin someone's life.
But words can bring joy
and hope and cheer
words used wisely
can wipe away fear.
Words, words, words,
created in the mind
used to be nasty
or to be kind.
So watch your words
there a mighty tool
they can make you look smart
or an insensitive fool!

poem by Kevin Halls
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An Electronic Prayer

From beyond a message has come
Slowly the last forever has begun
Turn around its revolution
Divine signs must move with the times
Even so they try to mystify
Communications fading with the past
Were sending a cypher a code to be cracked
By a curious someone we need to attract
Pray for me
(pray for me)
The message endlessly
(the message endlessly)
Repeating constantly
(repeating constantly)
Can anyone hear ?
Pray for me
(pray for me)
Be a part of me
As I disappear
(as I disappear)
This is my plea
Change my life till nothing remains
Let the blood run through my veins again
An immaculate injection, a shot of something new
All out faith we have to replace
We are out of time and out of space
A new beginning in a different world
Sister love extinguish all desire
Never born and never died
Take my words from my heart
Help me make a new start today
(reset my life)
Brother beloved this is my devotion
Everlasting absolute
Give me the strength to see
Believe that youll receive someway
Believe and let us pray
Pray for me
The message endlessly
Repeating constantly
Can anyone hear ?
Pray for me
(pray for me)
Be a part of me
As I disappear
This is my plea
Sister love extinguish all desire
Never born and never died
Take my words from my heart
Help me make a new start today
(reset my life)
Brother beloved this is my devotion
Everlasting absolute
Give me the strength to see
Believe that youll receive someway
Believe and let us pray
Pray for me (repeat 3 times)

song performed by by Heaven 17
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I did not truly know the depths of love (sonnet)

I did not truly know the depths of love
until I met you, did not really know
of something that is at times selfless
until the day you came into my life
with sunshine in your smile,
a kind of gentleness that is caring
and now with strange bliss in each kiss
it's as if suddenly I am waking,
I am arising in a different world
that is full of goodness, a very special place
where I find peace and the depths of tranquility
as constantly you are true, are sincere without a guise
and to your feelings there come no change
while the days in your company passes far too quickly.

poem by Gert Strydom
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The Voice

Too soon a voice calls out to us
and we hear it sorrowfully.
The words we hear we have heard before.
They echo eternity.

The voice sings praises to our soul
and soothes our troubled mind.
And as we reckon with what's to come
we feel a voice so kind.

We cross the space from here to there
and leave mortality.
Even though our mind has been troubled
we'll miss the sky and sea.

For what we've experienced while on earth
no matter bad or good.
will leave with us as memories
that follow us as they should.

The voice we hear is so familiar
that we recognize at last
it's the voice from everyone we've been
that defines all of our past.

So when the voice calls out with love
cast aside all fear.
Remember your loves. Remember your life
and all that you held dear.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Words Sometimes Take On A Own Meaning

Words sometimes take on a own meaning
and sometimes they are sharp and painful
as if there is much more to words

as if a kind of secret knowledge hides in them
that are sometimes something moving.
Words sometimes take on a own meaning

but somehow words can at times miss things
and are sometimes dependent on feelings
as if there is much more to words

when through it all love brings a kind of bonding
and so you and I are attractive to each other.
Words sometimes take on a own meaning

and daily a bond develops between us,
while you become more considerable to me,
as if there is much more to words

you constantly live in my thoughts,
while love becomes real through words.
Words sometimes take on a own meaning
as if there is much more to words…

poem by Gert Strydom
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Filling Up With Heaven

Once there was a vision
Once there was a glow
Once there was a certainty
No chance could overthrow
Hope was scorched by summer
Crushed and beaten down
Once there was a winner
Now there was a clown
Without you life had seemed so
But now im
Filling up with heaven
Without you life had
Seemed so hostile
Filling up with heaven
But maybe with you its all worthwhile
Now Im filling up with heaven
No baby no baby no baby no
Filling up
No baby no baby baby baby no
Filling up
No baby no baby no baby no
No baby no baby baby baby no
All the fortune that my
Luck had brought
It couldnt even make me smile
Without you life had seemed so
A lonely hideaway my last resort
All achievement infantile
Now im
Filling up with heaven
Without you life had
Seemed so hostile
Filling up with heaven
But maybe with you its all worthwhile
Hey hey hey
As the years had passed by
I became more cynical
All the magic had died
My existence clinical
Ow ow ow ow
But now im
Filling up with heaven
Down down
Down down
Filling up
Without you life had
Seemed so hostile
Down down
Down down
Hey hey hey hey
Filling up with heaven
But maybe with you its all worthwhile
Woah woah woah woah
Now im
Filling up with heaven
Without you life had
Seemed so hostile
Down down
Down down
Filling up filling up
Filling up with heaven
But maybe with you its all worthwhile
Ow ow ow ow ow
Woah woah woah
Now im
Filling up with heaven
Without you life had seemed so
Hostile
Down down
Down down
Filling up with heaven
But maybe with you its all worthwhile
Hey hey hey hey
Without you life had
Seemed so hostile
Down down
Down down
Filling up
But maybe with you its all worthwhile

song performed by by Human League
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Am I dying in your Silence?

Silence is a sure killer
For your silence kills
Kills me slowly and softly
Your silence is like a song
Sung silently but killing me at the same time.

I hear a song in the quiet of the room
and in the still of the air
A song of our love
A song of our life
Every word in it
Has so much meaning and pain
I hear you singing that song
So soulfully, but hurting me at the same.
In silence I bear the pain

As Life goes by
The colorful past seems all over
A new day is born
And a new life has begun

Sometimes I crave to just
A hear a few words from you
But you just seem to ignore me
And pretend like I was not there
Like a few drops of water
that quench my thirst
So do I miss a few words from you.

Yes, I miss you
For your silence is killing
And I am waiting
For a few words
To show me a sunny day
Or even a rainbow in the sky.

poem by Debra Masky
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What is Life

Life is everywhere that you look,

Some people might say that life sucks,

While other people might say life is beautiful,

And is full of surprises, that are waiting to be discovered,

Life is whatever you think it may be,

Life is in you now and it shall forever always stay,

Life is the wind howling at you sideways,

Life is the winter, summer, spring, and fall,

Life is sad and life is lonely,

Life can be evil and Life is blunt,

Life is a true friend that never lies to you,

Life is all about you and how you treat it,

Life is what you make of it,

If you criticize life, then your criticizing yourself,

Its all up to you on whether you like it, or hate it,

I am life, you are life, we are life,

Life loves me and I love life back,

Life is you, so be careful on how you describe it,

Don’t base life off of what others say,

But base life off, of what you think it is,

Your words are stronger then others opinions,

So take those words and put them to use,

I am life, you are life, we are life!

poem by Dallas Hammond
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Wishing For The Past

For Bobcat

After all these lonely years
Why do I still love you so much
Why do I still miss your smile
And still crave your touch

I hear your sweet voice
In my dreams each night
And I constantly wonder
How can I make this right

Still lost in the sweet dreams
I wake and reach for you
But your love is just a memory
A dream I wish would come true

Why do I still feel the loss
Down so deep in my soul
When will I understand it all
So my heart can be whole

You were not my first love
But I promise you will be my last
I will mourn your loss forever
Constantly wishing for the past

poem by Michelle Ogden
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Waiting For Love

She looks to the sun
Help her to carry on
Breakin down all the years
Wondering how she got here
She drifts trought the sky
Counting the reasons why
How my life turned so fast
Remembering all of the past
B-Section
All the changes, and all the mistakes
Foolishly laughing at things that
Words that she says
Verse 2
She looks to the stars
Breaking, time to follow the heart
Her world is falling apart
B-Section
And the turning of every new page
A book on a shelf that is there to remain
Breaking the walls as she's tearing them down
As she is starting to drown
Chorus
She's waiting for love
She's waiting, waiting for love
Waiting, waiting for love
She's waiting, waiting so long
Verse 3
She prays to the Gods
Telling how she needs someone
Help me find where I am today
Life is looking very grey
B-Section
All the changes, all the mistakes
Foolishly laughing at things that
Everything that she says
Chorus
Bridge
I'm waiting for a new day to rise
Conversations to make sense to me and my mind
I need someone to lift me right off my feet
And I want it, and I need it, and I'll leave it all behind
And all the changes I've made
And I remember the words, that you'll never say
Chorus
She looks to the sun

song performed by by Pink
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What Is Poetry

What is poetry more than words
Thought into existence by a writer.

What is life than a mystery unspurred
No explanation seeming any righter.

What is death than sad feelings blurred
Friends’ burdens becoming not lighter.

What is love than adoration preferred
A bond constantly growing ever tighter.

What is pain than good feelings deterred
Emotions never growing any brighter.

Poetry is so much more words
Reflecting emotions felt by a writer.

poem by Brandon McConnell
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When I call your heart my home (English sonnet)

If what we have does surpass life and death,
if nothing could the essence of its presence remove,
if you are part of me and present in every breath,
then eternally it may stay as our own true love,

when not the smell of a flower or honey are as sweet,
when no other I can ever anywhere find
in the street or wherever I another meet
then you do fill my body, soul and mind.

When your commitment goes further than the body's bliss,
as daily with kindness and forgiving our relationship does resume
then there is a kind of magic in every kiss,
then there is something special that last past even doom

as daily new life and strength does come
when I call your heart my home.

poem by Gert Strydom
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