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There Comes A Time, To Us And To The City

There comes a time, to us and to the city
when summer spreads its wings upon a day,
that the sheer loveliness touches all of us
with a sense of fun, a sense of tranquillity.

From the moment that this has begun
the open blue sky, the clearness of the ocean
draws us to beaches where the water
touches the land, touches our feet

and happiness is only but a moment away,
when a day is like no other before it,
with the promise of how life and living
is really supposed to be.

poem by Gert Strydom
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The Boiling Water

A serious moment for the water is
when it boils
And though one usually regards it
merely as a convenience
To have the boiling water
available for bath or table
Occasionally there is someone
around who understands
The importance of this moment
for the water—maybe a saint,
Maybe a poet, maybe a crazy
man, or just someone
temporarily disturbed
With his mind 'floating'in a
sense, away from his deepest
Personal concerns to more
'unreal' things...

A serious moment for the island
is when its trees
Begin to give it shade, and
another is when the ocean
washes
Big heavy things against its side.
One walks around and looks at
the island
But not really at it, at what is on
it, and one thinks,
It must be serious, even, to be this
island, at all, here.
Since it is lying here exposed to
the whole sea. All its
Moments might be serious. It is
serious, in such windy weather,
to be a sail
Or an open window, or a feather
flying in the street...

Seriousness, how often I have
thought of seriousness
And how little I have understood
it, except this: serious is urgent
And it has to do with change. You
say to the water,
It's not necessary to boil now,
and you turn it off. It stops
Fidgeting. And starts to cool. You
put your hand in it
And say, The water isn't serious
any more. It has the potential,
However—that urgency to give
off bubbles, to
Change itself to steam. And the
wind,
When it becomes part of a
hurricane, blowing up the
beach
And the sand dunes can't keep it
away.
Fainting is one sign of
seriousness, crying is another.
Shuddering all over is another
one.

A serious moment for the
telephone is when it rings.
And a person answers, it is
Angelica, or is it you.

A serious moment for the fly is
when its wings
Are moving, and a serious
moment for the duck
Is when it swims, when it first
touches water, then spreads
Its smile upon the water...

A serious moment for the match
is when it burst into flame...

Serious for me that I met you, and
serious for you
That you met me, and that we do
not know
If we will ever be close to anyone
again. Serious the recognition
of the probability
That we will, although time
stretches terribly in
between...

poem by Kenneth Koch
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He Touches Me

He don't bring me anything but love
He don't bring me anything but love
If you offered me the stars I would decline
I don't need 'em I got mine
1 don't know where to start
But I know what's in my heart
So keep your silver and your gold
Cos I got my man to have and hold
And even if you promise me
the wonders of the world
It's not enough
Not enough
No poetry, no diamond ring
No song to sing
He don't bring me flowers, oh no
But he touches me, he touches me
No crazy dreams, no limousines
He makes me feel I can do anything
And that's power, oh yeah
When he touches me, he touches me
I know they'll say I'm crazy letting go
Of a man like you
Who seems to have it all
But they don't see what I see
No, they don't feel like me
find even it you promise me
the wonders of the world
And all that stuff
It's not enough
No poetry, no diamond ring
No song to sing, no
He don't bring me flowers, oh no
But he touches me
He touches me
He don't bring me anything but love
He don't bring me anything but love
No poetry, no diamond ring
No song to sing
He don't bring me flowers, oh no
But he touches me
He touches me
No crazy dreams, no limousines
He makes me feel like a beauty queen
And that's power, oh yeah
And he touches me
He touches me
No poetry, no diamond ring
No song to sing
He don't bring me flowers. oh yeah
Cos he touches me, he touches me
No crazy dreams, no limousines, babe
And that's power, oh yeah
When he touches me
He touches me
He don't bring me anything but love
He don't bring me anything but love

song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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Making A Child

Making a child
For giving love a dual name.

For saving its own sense.

For completing our life with an overwhelming sense
of happiness and lightness...

Let's make this child
By bringing him into existence,

Slowly,

With our kisses and light glancing touches,
Until we can feel him inside shivering,
In both of us.

Let's give him his own body,
This most common clay which belongs to us,
Let's give him the freedom to be born.

At that special moment

Of losing control
And fusion of souls,

When the happiness
Seems to be so much
The magical sensation
Of being in touch with God.

poem by Marieta Maglas
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With Some Passion That Touches Me

Try my love song from the heart inside
Let it touch here through its going
Feel the gathering of its truest glide
As it is willingly and knowing
With some passion that touches me
With some passion that touches me

Let the beauty from within come right here
Through the deep of the dark night
With its flowing and its limits to share
Till all its touches become alright
In the end of its limitless deep
Of the hours from down dark under
With its dances and beats to keep
As we drift though the waves asunder
With some passion that touches freely
With some passion that touches freely

I might be in heart feeling lonely
Though I had my luck in its try
You are touching my soul here and only
Filling moments with each their try
With some passion that touches me
With some passion that touches me

Try my love song from the heart inside
Let it touch here through its going
Feel the gathering of its truest glide
As it is willingly and knowing
With some passion that touches me
With some passion that touches me
With some passion that touches me

poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Manji

Mystery woman!
Manji is my name and,
I want to see you;
For, you are gradually taking over the muse of love in this town! !
And like a nation's political landscape in the land of peace.

His touches,
Her touches,
Your touches,
With the muse of your love to enjoy,
But lot of things are done in the name of your love!
However, i want to see you and know who you are.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Nothing Touches Me

Nothing touches me man
These walls are three feet thick
Wouldn't take one of them little drills to get through it
I try to make her listen
When I turn away she's split
I try to make her listen
When I turn away she's split
She went..
Nothing touches me
Nothing touches me now
Nothing touches me man
No matter how you split
Sticks and stones can get through bones
So I've given up looking out of it
I try to make her listen
When I turn away she's split
I try to make her listen
When I turn away she's split
She went..
Nothing touches me now (x4)
Laugh if you can, if you can, if you can, at me now (x4

song performed by by Radiohead
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Eluding Happiness

The bliss of happiness,
is something I always seem to miss,
Is it beautiful to be happy?
I can see the joys of happiness...
but how can you truly know something exists if you cannot feel it yourself?
Happiness might have tried to enter my heart at some point...
But what was the point where I denied?
Should I have let it in....
Would I have been a differant person?
So many questions arise in this moment,
To see the lives happiness touches,
This final question gets me ever time.....
Why can't happiness Touch the life thats mine.

poem by Crimson Love
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Tiptoe in the Sand

arise the shadow
of the night, head forward in the
direction where the sky deem
so bright
remember the sounding wave capture
the shore with silent breeze

looks the face of the blue moon
she waits when
the time hail on the sacred field of the
Cherry Blossom, the
laughter of the bird hear beyond the
night of grandeur spirit
and the sea calm down the roaring
Sea Leon, feasting the
season of summer

life fish the horizon of vertical
sublime of reality, walking in the
clever sands of memory until time comes
beneath the tiptoe feet of water
lower than the eyes that touches
the sediment of change

go never feel the pain, since only
the episode of smile remember
the change, the perfume touches the skin
as you leave this portal of life

say hello and thanks’ comes
once again...

poem by Antonio Liao
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King Midas In Reverse

The Hollies
King Midas In Reverse
(Allan Clarke/Tony Hicks/but mainly Graham Nash)
Single release 1967
If you could only see me
I know exactly where I am
You wouldn't want to be me
Oh, I can assure you of that
I'm not the guy to run with
'Cos I'll throw you off the line
I'll break you and destroy you
Given time.
He's King Midas with a curse
He's King Midas in reverse
He's King Midas with a curse
He's King Midas in reverse
It's plain to see it's hopeless
Going on the way we are
So even though I'd lose you
You'd be better off by far
He's not the man to hold your trust
Everything he touches turns to dust
In his hands
Nothing he can do is right
He'd even like to sleep at night
But he can't.
{Interlude with 'all he touches turns to dust' 4x}
I wish someone would find me
And help me gain control
Before I lose my reason
And my soul
He's King Midas with a curse
He's King Midas in reverse
He's King Midas with a curse (all he touches turns to dust)
He's King Midas in reverse (all he touches turns to dust)
{fade out}
He's King Midas with a curse (all he touches turns to dust)
He's King Midas in reverse (all he touches turns to dust)
He's King Midas with a curse....

song performed by by Hollies
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Far Away In The Blue (Triolet)

As far away as the blue
where the sun touches the hillocks
lies the things that was once true,
as far away as the blue
lays memories of me and you,
where things are like they had been, like the rocks,
as far away as the blue
where the sun touches the hillocks.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Something About Winter

Icily the winter touches me,
some trees are stripped like skeletons
as if death touches everything.

poem by Gert Strydom
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The Touches Of Her Hand

The touches of her hands are like the fall
Of velvet snowflakes; like the touch of down
The peach just brushes 'gainst the garden wall;
The flossy fondlings of the thistle-wisp
Caught in the crinkle of a leaf of brown
The blighting frost hath turned from green to crisp.

Soft as the falling of the dusk at night,
The touches of her hands, and the delight--
The touches of her hands!
The touches of her hands are like the dew
That falls so softly down no one e'er knew
The touch thereof save lovers like to one
Astray in lights where ranged Endymion.

O rarely soft, the touches of her hands,
As drowsy zephyrs in enchanted lands;
Or pulse of dying fay; or fairy sighs;
Or--in between the midnight and the dawn,
When long unrest and tears and fears are gone--
Sleep, smoothing down the lids of weary eyes.

poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Dear Hands

The touches of her hands are like the fall
Of velvet snowflakes; like the touch of down
The peach just brushes 'gainst the garden wall;
The flossy fondlings of the thistle-wisp
Caught in the crinkle of a leaf of brown
The blighting frost hath turned from green to crisp.

Soft as the falling of the dusk at night,
The touches of her hands, and the delight--
The touches of her hands!
The touches of her hands are like the dew
That falls so softly down no one e'er knew
The touch thereof save lovers like to one
Astray in lights where ranged Endymion.

O rarely soft, the touches of her hands,
As drowsy zephyrs in enchanted lands;
Or pulse of dying fay; or fairy sighs,
Or--in between the midnight and the dawn,
When long unrest and tears and fears are gone--
Sleep, smoothing down the lids of weary eyes.

poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Ill Be Thinking Of You

(graham russell)
When the sun sets on the ocean
When the yellow touches the blue
When your heart begins to open
Ill be so close to you
When youre dreaming and I hold you
Remember that dream will come true
When you wake up and you need me
Youll know just what to do
In the winter when its raining
And the sun can never shine through
All those days of endless waiting
Ill be thinking of you
When thunder breaks the dawn
When all my strength is gone
When shadows disappear
Ill still be holding on
When then sun sets on the ocean
When the yellow touches the blue
When your heart begins to open
Ill be so close to you
When youre dreaming and I hold you
Remember that dream will come true
When you wake up and you need me
Youll know just what to do
In the winter when its raining
And the sun can never shine through
When your heart begins to open
When your heart begins to open
When your heart begins to open
Ill be thinking of you

song performed by by Air Supply
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Midas Touches

This I will handle in another way.
To keep the scent fresh and away from decay.
Like a new hip beat,
That...
Will move your feet.
And...

Up on your list.
I want this lifted.
To crush all fussing.
With a must that's hushed!

You need that midas...
Touch that rushes!
You know it's needed.
And I'm here to feed it.

Needed...
Are my midas touches.
Don't blush and gush.
I'm gonna give that midas rush.

Needed...
Are my midas touches.
Don't blush and gush.
I'm gonna give that midas rush.

This I will handle in another way.
To keep the scent fresh and away from decay.
Like a new hip beat,
That...
Will move your feet.
And...

You need that midas...
Touch that rushes!
You know it's needed.
And I'm here to feed it.

Needed...
Are my midas touches.
Don't blush and gush.
I'm gonna give that midas rush.

You need that midas...
Touch,
That rushes!
You know it's needed.
And I'm here to feed it.

Needed...
Are my midas touches.
Don't blush and gush.
I'm gonna give that midas rush.

Needed...
Are my midas touches.
Like a new hip beat,
That...
Will move your feet.
And...
Needed...
Are my midas touches.
Like a new hip beat,
That...
Will move your feet.
And...
Needed...
Are my midas touches.
Don't rush or cuss...
With a fussing that doesn't do much!

Needed...
Are my midas touches.
Like a new hip beat,
That...
Will move your feet.
And...
Needed...
Are my midas touches.
Don't rush or cuss...
With a fussing that doesn't do much!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What The Oracle Said About My Love For You

and so i consulted the oracle of Delphi
about my love for you
that such
must only be felt
not touched
because the moment my skin
touches yours
like the wax wings of Daedalus
i may fall and
drown myself and then
i die

tonight when i have the chance
to be near you
i will hug you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This Is The Moment

This is the moment
This is the day
This is the moment
When I know
I am on my way
Every endeavor
I have made ever
Is coming into play
Is here and now today
This is the moment
This the time
When the momentum
And the moment
are in rhyme
Give me this moment
My precious chance
I'll gather up my best
And make some sense atlast
This is the moment
When all I've done
All of the dreaming,
scheming
And screaming
becomes one
This is the day,
Just see it shine
When all that I have lived for
Becomes mine
This is the moment
This is the hour
When I can open up,
Tomorrow
like a flower
And put my hand to
Everything I plan to
Fulfill my grand desire
See all my stars align
This is the moment
My final test
Destiny beckoned
I never reckoned second best
I won't look back
I must not fall
This is the moment
The sweetest moment
Of them all
This is the moment
So double the odds
This day or never
I'll sit forever
with the gods
When I look back
I will recall
Moment for moment
This was the moment
The greatest moment of them all.

song performed by by Moody Blues
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I'm Holdin' On To Love

(i do swear that i'll aways be there. i'd give anything and everything and i will always care. through weakness and strength, happiness and sorrow, for better or worse, i will love you with ever
T of my heart.)
From this moment life has begun
From this moment you are the one
Right beside you is where i belong
From this moment on
From this moment i have been blessed
I live only for your happiness
And for your love i'd give my last breath
From this moment on
I give my hand to you with all my heart
Can't wait to live my life with you, can't wait to start
You and i will never be apart
My dreams came true because of you
From this moment as long as i live
I will love you, i promise you this
There is nothing i wouldn't give
From this moment on
You're the reason i believe in love
And you're the answer to my prayers from up above
All we need is just the two of us
My dreams came true because of you
From this moment as long as i live
I will love you, i promise you this
From this moment
I will love you as long as i live
From this moment on

song performed by by Shania Twain
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Living

it is the moment
when the sun breaks through
early morning mist
and touches your face

the sight of white
wispy gossamer threads
scurrying over
a high cornflower
blue sky

a green parakeet
in an English garden

the pull of cool water

and the feel of your
hand in mine

poem by Diana Rosser
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How Can You Be So Unforgiving?

many times i watch you
you are very near
my breath touches your
skin
my tongue is restrained
it is true

you do not bore me
you give life like a song
of a dying bird

when i listen you start
to play with your wings
and the wind
is perplexed

when i kiss you
you begin to fly away from my
tongue which has always
been true
as ever
like the ray of the sun
to the petal of
the rose

that is my only mistake
you are not forgiving

my breath touches the shadows
of your footsteps
my tongue licks the mud.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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