When the breeze on the sea and land is strong
When the breeze on the sea and land is strong
do not feel sorrow when I am gone
as if I am the only man, the only one
and when my ashes are spreading among
the places for which I did long
and become part of every hue and tone
with vivid colours like a anemone
and I am part of the wind, its song
then only remember me
in the words that I leave behind
in their simplicity,
let them remind
you of their beauty and sincerity
as a last legacy that you call to mind.
[Reference: Sonnet 71 “No longer mourn for me when I am dead” by William Shakespeare.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Love alters not
(after William Shakespeare)
Let me state with all of humankind
as my witness, that love is more than bliss,
is much more than the drawing of a kiss,
it does no error or any change find,
it is true to the body, soul and mind,
in the simple things of each day it is
and all other allures it does dismiss,
much stronger than life, pass death it does bind,
burns with a kind of eternal hot flame
which wanders not within time, months or weeks,
its acts, its words continually does bloom,
in hardship it does not find any blame,
eternally sincerity it seeks,
it stays true, even at the gates of doom.
[Reference: “Sonnet 116 Let me to the marriage of true minds” by William Shakespeare.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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You're A Part Of Me
Make me feel the way you used to
when you loved me so.
Take me back to all those times
you hated to see me go.
Those are the memories I live for now.
'Can't get them out of my mind.
The more I try to forget them,
the more they're there I find.
Because you are a part of me,
you're the part that no one else can be.
For they could never make me
feel like this or make me miss
every little thing you are to me.
Let me hear your voice so low
whispering in my ear.
Tell me that your love's still there,
words I still can hear.
I remember every word you said.
I remember each sweet sound.
They never seem to leave me.
They've always stayed around.
Because you are a part of me,
you're the part that no one else can be.
For they could never make me
feel like this or make me miss
every little thing you are to me.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Recall Of The Heart (A Song)
I don't remember this part at all
It was love, honor and cherish, I recall
For days and days on end
The fighting never ends
I don't remember this part at all
I remember when we both stood at the altar
I remember when we both took our vows
I remember loving you
And you loving me
I remember love was what it was about
I don't remember hurt
I don't remember cruel
I don't remember
Heartaches to come
Was in the words when I said the words, I do
I remember every line
It all still comes to mind
I, ve searched my heart
For every part
But I don't remember this part at all
I don't remember tears
Or sleeping in seperate beds
I didn't know
That heartbreaks
Was in the words, I thee wed
Oh what have we done
I love you, you know I do
Why can't we go back some way
To you still loving me,
And me still loving you.
poem by Bill Simmons
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Through The Eyes Of A Poet
Through the eyes of a poet
The stars shone so brightly
the moonbeams danced across the wave
flickering lights spreads its glow
into the deepest darkest night
starlight’s shining deep into the night
until the flicker of dawn
rays of sunshine spread across the land
warming the grass the sand
one looks upon the beauty
that mother nature displays
in rainbows of colours
that splash across the day
winds whisper softly in the breeze
butterfly gently flutter in its wake
dancing and swaying to the midsummer breeze
one sighs as we feel the sunshine warm on our face
embracing the beauty that sprawls its splendor around me
Then high above the sky painted
In colours by the hands of our Lord father from above
Shines the rainbow of colours
To remind us the beauty
Of the Earth
Our mother land
poem by Kaila George
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For My Love In The Open
i love you
that is what you will hear
because i say it
when you ask for it
as a matter of
your daily
need.
i have long accepted
half of what i am
ever since
when light is vague
when truth is nothing
but an opaque
view of the egg yolk
against the
lamp.
part of my nose
is efflorescent
it shines when it is
so dark
like a fish on
a moonless night
on the surface
of the the calm sea
part of me is an
anemone
when you are near
everything in me wants
to close and disappear
part of me is your confusion
like the squid
jetting a spurt of
a black trail
part of me
is your love another part of
me is my hate
for this self that i wish
i have completely known
like the lines of
my palm.
part of me is lost
another part of me says
there is no way to find
i hope that 50 years is enough
to know that part of me
is unknown
like that part of the sea
unfathomable.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Follow Me
This song appears on eleven albums, and was first released on the take me to tomorrow album and take me home, country roads & other hits, this is john denver, the very best of john denver (d
Cd), the country roads collection and the rocky mountain collection albums, and has also been rerecorded on the greatest hits vol 1, favourites, john denver (italian) country classics and the v
Of america albums.
Its by far the hardest thing Ive ever done
To be so in love with you and so alone
Follow me where I go what I do and who I know
Make it part of you to be a part of me
Follow me up and down all the way and all around
Take my hand and say youll follow me
Its long been on my mind
You know its been a long, long time
Ive tried to find the way that I can make you understand
The way I feel about you and just how much I need you
To be there where I can talk to you
When theres no one else around
Follow me where I go what I do and who I know
Make it part of you to be a part of me
Follow me up and down all the way and all around
Take my hand and say youll follow me
You see Id like to share my life with you
And show you things Ive seen
Places that Im going to places where Ive been
To have you there beside me and never be alone
And all the time that youre with me
We will be at home
Follow me where I go what I do and who I know
Make it part of you to be a part of me
Follow me up and down all the way
Take my hand and I will follow you
Words and music by john denver
song performed by by John Denver
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First sonnet
These words, they just wont come out of my head.
They stay deep down inside, where i can't reach.
I feel as if my mind has now gone dead.
These thoughts, i just cant hold, i want to screech!
You want me to write you a just sonnet,
but i cant think of what to say to you.
All i can think of is the word bonnet,
because its the only rhyme i can do.
if you want a better sonnet than this.
Then so help me, cause i don't have a clue.
do you think of my sonnet as amiss?
or are these thoughts down in my head adieu?
Will these ideas in my mind now leave?
So then i ask when will i be relieved?
poem by Brianna Perreira
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Disappearing Act
Chivalry, nobility, courting
They are all just words in my head
No longer these acts performed
They are all dead
They died with their relatives love and romance
The peaceful doves that had you entranced
These things gave you light
Made you believe in love at first sight
But no longer do we work for that girl, that date
We have all become lazy and leave it to fate
No longer these acts a part of our life
We all just wallow in sorrow and strife
No longer in the times of Shakespeare's plays
Where love and romance ruled the days
In the food we eat and the air we breathe
Now it has hidden and taken it's leave
All these must be performed once again
And it is us who shall bring it from the dead, my friend
Sparking the hope and interest of girls, every which way
Letting all know they can find this one day
One who is that which I've spoke
A fine dashing, handsome bloke
With whom they can share every thought
And once and for all find the happiness they sought
One who answers to a whim and fixes all woes
One who she loves from her head to her toes
poem by Anonymous Jr.
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Follow Me
(denver)
Its by far the hardest thing Ive ever done
To be so in love with you and so alone
Follow me where I go
What I do and who I know
Make it part of you to be a part of me
Follow me up and down
All the way and all around
Take my hand and say youll follow me
Its long been on my mind
You know its been a long long time
Ive tried to find a way that I could make you understand
The way I feel about you
And just how much I need you
To be there when I can talk to you
When theres no one else around
Follow me where I go
What I do and who I know
Make it part of you to be a part of me
Follow me up and down
All the way and all around
Take my hand and say youll follow me
You see, Id like to share my life with you
And show you things Ive seen
Places that Im going to
And places where Ive been
To have you there beside me, well never be alone
And all the time that youre with me
Then we will be at home
Follow me where I go
What I do and who I know
Make it part of you to be a part of me
Follow me up and down
All the way and all around
Take my hand and say youll follow me
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Sorrow blue
Of sorrow blue, and life in the mist
Nights in the shadows of a dream
Of sorrow blue, I’m losing the rest
Of my life, drowned in the stream
With the sunset that bites my heart
I can not help but to feel alone & cold
Of sorrow blue, I am just a part
I’m not me, to the dark my soul was sold
In sorrow and blues, hours like days
Like year, years as salty as our tears
Rusted faces form old lives, in many ways
Reminds me of lost hopes and living fears
Sorrow blue, moments before the dawn
That is when we part ways like old friends
With the sunrise, I am no longer a pawn
For my sorrow, no longer worried about the ends
Every day there is a Rendez-Vous
With my inner self and my eternal fall
With the other me, my sorrow blue
Every day, I will pick up the sorrow’s call
poem by Haytem Fakroun
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Farewell To The Poets And Poetesses Of Nature
Farewell to the poets and poetesses of Nature
Their beautiful rhymes are a gift of the heart
In literature they will always be remembered
For their promotion of Nature in which they played a huge part.
In their verses they captured some of the beauty of the Natural World
And their legacy in words is still with us today
In their poems one can visualize the wild birds singing
And in the warm Summer breeze get the sweet scent of hay.
Not all of them World famed or publicly acclaimed
Though a literary gem or two they created with us does remain
They played their own part in the promotion of Nature
And their likes perhaps we may not see again.
I love those old wordsmiths and their musical verses
They sung of the beauty around them they see
They had music in them their words so well written
With Nature they lived in complete harmony.
Farewell to the poets and poetesses of Nature
Their beautiful words do not have in them a use by date
To them we feel grateful for promoting Nature
And we thank them for the beauty that they did create.
poem by Francis Duggan
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My Lost Youth
Often I think of the beautiful town
That is seated by the sea;
Often in thought go up and down
The pleasant streets of that dear old town,
And my youth comes back to me.
And a verse of a Lapland song
Is haunting my memory still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
I can see the shadowy lines of its trees,
And catch, in sudden gleams,
The sheen of the far-surrounding seas,
And islands that were the Hesperides
Of all my boyish dreams.
And the burden of that old song,
It murmurs and whispers still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
I remember the black wharves and the ships,
And the sea-tides tossing free;
And Spanish sailors with bearded lips,
And the beauty and mystery of the ships,
And the magic of the sea.
And the voice of that wayward song
Is singing and saying still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
I remember the bulwarks by the shore,
And the fort upon the hill;
The sunrise gun, with its hollow roar,
The drum-beat repeated o'er and o'er,
And the bugle wild and shrill.
And the music of that old song
Throbs in my memory still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
I remember the sea-fight far away,
How it thundered o'er the tide!
And the dead captains, as they lay
In their graves, o'erlooking the tranquil bay
Where they in battle died.
And the sound of that mournful song
Goes through me with a thrill:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
I can see the breezy dome of groves,
The shadows of Deering's Woods;
And the friendships old and the early loves
Come back with a Sabbath sound, as of doves
In quiet neighborhoods.
And the verse of that sweet old song,
It flutters and murmurs still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
I remember the gleams and glooms that dart
Across the school-boy's brain;
The song and the silence in the heart,
That in part are prophecies, and in part
Are longings wild and vain.
And the voice of that fitful song
Sings on, and is never still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
There are things of which I may not speak;
There are dreams that cannot die;
There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak,
And bring a pallor into the cheek,
And a mist before the eye.
And the words of that fatal song
Come over me like a chill:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
Strange to me now are the forms I meet
When I visit the dear old town;
But the native air is pure and sweet,
And the trees that o'ershadow each well-known street,
As they balance up and down,
Are singing the beautiful song,
Are sighing and whispering still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
And Deering's Woods are fresh and fair,
And with joy that is almost pain
My heart goes back to wander there,
And among the dreams of the days that were,
I find my lost youth again.
And the strange and beautiful song,
The groves are repeating it still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Always
I know that you feel like leavin
We cant seem to get along
I know you are the only one for me
My everything
You are all that a girl could wish for
I couldnt ask for more
We dont need to argue about silly things
Anymore
Remember all of the good times
Think about it for awhile
I would be incomplete without you in my life
Tell me
You cant leave
You will always be a part of me, baby
Wherever you go
You will always be a part of me
Always
Sometimes we say things we dont mean
Like we should go our separate ways
Not considering the love and time that we shared together
I be feeling like youre really afraid
To love me as I love you
Let me live inside of your love freely, yeah
Remember all of the good times
Think about it for awhile
I would be incomplete without you in my life
Tell me
You cant leave
You will always be a part of me, baby
Wherever you go
You will always be a part of me
Always
Tell me
You cant leave
You will always be a part of me, baby
Wherever you go
You will always be a part of me
Always
At night I wish upon a star
And hope that you are near, not far
And that you are loving me
Always
And when I lay me down to sleep
I pray that our love will always keep
And that you are loving me, yeah
Dont ever let me go, oh babe
Always
Without you there is no me
What am I suppose to do, tell me
Tell me
You cant leave
You will always be a part of me, baby
Wherever you go
You will always be a part of me
Always
Tell me
You cant leave
You will always be a part of me, baby
Wherever you go
You will always be a part of me
Always
Tell me
You cant leave
You will always be a part of me, baby
Wherever you go
You will always be a part of me
Always
Im sorry
Give me one night of holding you close, baby
Oh yeah (always)
song performed by by Toni Braxton
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That song again
There’s that song again
It follows me like a wraith
Tripping and skipping through my mind
And haunting my day
Hey do you remember when….
We used to dance
There’s that song again
It flows around me like a breeze
Flitting and floating like a butterfly
It colours my day
Hey do you remember when….
We used to sing
There’s that song again
And bittersweet it travels next to me
Slipping and sliding amongst my thoughts
It brightens my day
Hey do you remember when
We used to play
There’s that song again
And it brings you close to me
And I remember when
We used to be
poem by Valerie Lennox
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The sorceress
The storyteller is pierced with an arrow
and all the hunters are gone
as if they are part of the field
and the fire has been burnt out for a long time
and the red coals
has become white and cold
and the young girl
can now only hear the wind
that twists around with the sand devils
and blows storm strong past her ears
and there’s nothing that impresses her
and the beautiful words are gone
as if the wind is blowing it away
and only the wind stays with her
and she and the wind are both alone
and there’s red sand that hits her.
[Reference: => Die towenares by Eugene N Marais.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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I Want To Be The One Who Yah Yahs
I don't want to be that singer,
Of a long song gone.
Or be the one defeated,
By two unmoving feet.
I don't want to feel them stuck as if cemented,
With a sitting to waste time away.
I don't want to be that singer,
Of a long song gone.
Not any time of any day.
I don't want to be that singer,
Of a long song gone.
I...
Want my happy yah yahs.
I want that in my voice and strong.
I want my yah yahs there and a part...
Of my happiness all day long.
I don't want to be that singer,
Of those blues that sap.
I don't want to be the one that sits,
In a rocking chair to reminisce like that!
I...
Want to be the one who yah yahs.
I want to turn my yah yahs into art!
I want to hear my yah yahs rise,
To echo all over the place.
I don't want to be that singer,
Of a long song gone.
I...
Want my happy yah yahs.
I want that in my voice and strong.
I want my yah yahs there and a part...
Of my happiness all day long.
I want my yah yahs to never stop,
Drop to fizz or plop!
I don't want to be the one to sing,
About a dues I've paid.
With a blues with me that stays.
I...
Want to be the one who yah yahs.
I want to turn my yah yahs into art!
I'm going to yah yah until someone decides I disturb.
And they threaten to call the cops.
And when those cops arrive they will know,
The yah yahs I've got will not be stopped.
Since I'll shout my yah yahs from the top of roofs.
These yah yahs I've got come from the bottom of my heart!
There I discover my truth.
Dedicated:
In remembrance to Ernie K. Doe,
That great New Orleans singer and composer.
I will always remember when I first heard his song,
'Mother-In-Law'. To this very day...that song is 'hot'!
'I'm sittin' in la la,
Waitin' for my yah yah...
Uh huh,
Uh huh.
I said I'm sittin' in la la,
Waitin' for my yah yah...
Uh huh,
Uh huh.'
~Mr. Ernie K. Doe~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Run Away
Remember I'm the one who didn't have a lot to say
I was trying to find the courage, but I let you walk away
And I can't forget your face, y'know it haunts me all the time
And it seems to me you're living in a dream
Wish we could run away, we could be alone together
Far away, leave the world behind
Runaway, runaway, what I want to say is
You're a part of me, let me be a part of you
I want to tell you what I'm thinking, but the words get in the way
When I'm sitting here alone I find the things I meant to say
If I wrote them in a letter, would you read between the lines
Would you understand how much I really care
Wish we could run away, we could be alone together
Far away, leave the world behind
Runaway, runaway, what I want to say is
You're a part of me, let me be a part of you
[I] I love you
[Need] I need you
[You] Don't want to live without you
If I'm backward counting forward, would you help me realize
All the answers to the questions I've been asking with my eyes
I could hand you all the cliches, but you've heard them all before
And I want to say I love you in my own way
And could we run away, we could be alone together
Far away, leave the world behind
Runaway, runaway, what I want to say is
You're a part of me, let me be a part of you
Runaway, runaway, we could be alone together
Far away, leave the world behind
Runaway, I love you, I need you
What I want to say is, I want you
You're a, I love you, part of me, I need you
Let me be a part of you
song performed by by 10 Cc
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A Letter To Love.
To love,
We feel you from the heart.
We feel you from the very start.
You gripe all our body part.
With us till death do we part?
To love,
We know you come from above.
Like an art that lives for long,
You keep us to feel strong.
Leave us to go on and on.
To love,
Don’t mind if I ask.
Because I feel bask.
So, are you human?
Tell me I need to understand.
Because the way you keep us away from elegy.
And at our downcast you give us energy.
Wow you are beautiful.
You are wonderful.
And too useful.
To love,
I doubt there is anything else you need to prove.
I believe you have come to stay. (c)
poem by Chinwendu Ibeh
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My mistress’ eyes (in answer to William Shakespeare)
My mistress’ eyes has a bluer hue to them
than the colour of the cobalt sky,
not coral nor tomato can compare
to the soft care that I find on her lips
and the touch of her fingertips
is more gentle than any breeze
and the colour of her hair is rarer, more unique
than that of grass, or that which metal wires can hold
and her breasts and nipples
has a greater purity, enticement to them
than any snow or the darling buds of May
and the beauty that she holds, is more fragrant
than the flowers that even roses do display
when our true need for each other unfolds.
[Reference: Sonnet “My mistress’ eyes” by William Shakespeare]
poem by Gert Strydom
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To me my love, you never can get old
To me my love, you never can get old,
as I saw you when each one
of us were young and now in forty summers hold,
to the same beauty after many years have gone.
It is as if time stands still
and although I might be deceived
and forever will
as in you I have perceived
something exceptional and the same spark,
the same enchanting
that on me left its mark,
in that far off spring and it is still rising:
if love is put to the test,
for me in you, she answers to the best.
[Reference: Sonnet 104 “To me, fair friend, you never can be old” by William Shakespeare.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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