Aestivate Stare
Eye glance in aestivate air,
staring at your serene grace,
a beauty adorned with a grin
Whispers hymn a benign face,
so I mind-trace this vitrine,
with you a becoming prayer...
I attend links and my insight,
adores your aura; I never had
as ornament your emitted light,
blossom on water, a lily pad.
I trace a face of soft curves,
advent on emerald sea shore,
to file my cause as blue waves,
sparkle foam's dance to adore.
A beatific flight above my past,
memory is my companionship,
kindly invites me, and my mast
points towards skies and winds.
I caress your aestivate hair,
conceived is your calm face,
heavens will accept my prayer,
dreams in your sleep embrace,
my aptitude and worry glare,
lone sunset becomes my flare.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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And This Rain
You were so simple, on your old balcony,
adorned by white roses, yet down looking,
west's flame encircled in lyrics' euphony,
sea Nymphs' surround was a benign setting.
Your words will glow in my distant trip's links
maybe your reason to escape was false,
and an affection was left in the winds
among your crossed ethereal hands and pulse.
Our time was still, with eyes to gleam, conceived,
and was our company, phase to reckon,
maybe atonement was, a cause bereaved,
and our glances in mists remote beckon.
Caress of sun steppe flower on my face,
will alter a dull course to steady 'ffuse,
our bilged steadfast is in brines to encase,
a summer song of longing to bemuse.
My effort to repent, in winds ascribes
besets our trips on sea to faded strings,
a touch of solitude, and ghostly brides,
caress of Sunday want to face all winds.
............
Perchance you're bending soft on my scriptures,
maybe you left on trip in empty train,
while I recall in dark your kind features,
- we missed our dreamy summer and this rain.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Nocturnal Transmissions
At night in dreams she comes to me
In full length gown with veil of lace
With nobility, grace, grand authority
Gives sweet kiss ‘n warm embrace
Sits face-to-face with me then speaks
Of her many travels to distant places
Like Istanbul, Beijing, Mozambique
Of other lands she sometime graces
Reveals beauty of God’s Creation
The value of a loving heart, soul
The power of prayer, meditation
About man’s longing to be whole
My Guardian Angel then takes flight
As night gives way to morning light
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Invisible Love
Lady,
Though we have never met.
I see your face in each sunset.
Your words touch me
Like gentle breeze.
The sunlight filtered through the trees,
Is your warm embrace.
There is no trace
Of doubt.
My heart has just found out,
Your smile lights skies above.
I feel your eyes.
Our invisible love.
You wake and sparkle
Like dewdropp new.
Your loving sighs
Ascend in blue,
As moonbeams always speak of you.
With starlight spangled view
Your song invades my heart.
So sweet that you're a part
Of every symphony.
Played so exquisitely
That lives inside of me.
Such beauty like a butterfly
Your messages that flutter by.
I catch them in my net of dreams.
We'll meet one day by silver streams.
My invisible love.
poem by Kevin East
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Watching Her Sleep
1-The Furrowed Brow
Sleep lies upon her face
of yesterday's worries
there remains a trace
A furrowed brow
surely out of place
disturbs the beauty
of her sleeping face
2-A Nightmare?
Would that one small kiss
fall into sleep's abyss
to save a dream amiss
or of your fears dismiss
3-Coup De Maitre (A stroke of a master)
You may a portrait be
God stroked His brush on thee
thy brow a subtlety
His art is Love to me
4-The Smile
From shadowed sleep,
a soft light leaps
5-Her baby
Thy loving heart n'er sleeps
A Mothers worry, forever keeps
6-Sunrise in Her Face
A mornings sun does place
about thy sleeping face
a wreath of flowers bright
to bid the moon goodnight
poem by George Vuyakovich
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Sunset.
SUNSET
Scarlet sunset reflected in the silent stream.
Dazed emerald forest still.
In this never ending dream.
Wind whispers through the grass softly.
As the sun's rays brushes the earth's face.
Warmth spreads.
The sun's comforting grace.
And as the sun slowly disappears.
Lesser stars show.
As diamond shining tears.
Wait until morning in the moon's dull light.
The sun rests during the dream-filled night.
And still once more.
Until the sun returns.
Reflected past the water's shore.
Written by salma torrez.
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poem by Salma. Torrez
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Morning Sun
Scarlet sunset reflected in the silent stream,
Dazed emerald forest still,
In this never ending dream,
Wind whispers through the grass softly,
As the sun's rays brushes the Earth's face,
Warmth spreads,
The sun's comforting grace,
And as the sun slowly disappears,
Lesser stars show,
As diamond shining tears,
Wait until morning in the moon's dull light,
The sun rests during the dream-filled night,
And still once more,
Until the sun returns,
Reflected past the water's shore.
poem by Keitorin Miki
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Yew Sun
Yew sun! In my dreams, like only a few.
maybe two... But yew will have a place
to be respected in a plain barren, a dew
dropp will dropp and stop me in her embrace.
Sun amidst soiled fingers, dried, ecstatic
like a sarcastic notion of drought, slow
redeem of moist mostly of time elastic
on these primeval criteria of torment glow.
Remembrances of wind's caress fair
of strives in a mandragora field treen
Yew will recall of my lives passing there
an open box of dreams that trace green.
Dry lands will always adore me, a sense lost
trace, a kind lace... My adamant waste
to a yew sun barren face, thorny crowns most
will crown thorns inspire a poets taste?
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Retreat
I may not withdraw from the race
Even if I have to face shame on face
Any one can follow me and trace
Foot steps on the sand with equal pace
It may not be called cowardice act
The situation remains same as matter of fact
It is wise step taken while making retreat
Should not be made joke worth to shout in street
You may take it as running off the scene
Though we were firm, intense and very keen
Lie may prove too difficult to live under sun
Time may speak that I stood firm and only one
Sun may have its own shining sphere
Spread the light all over without fear
We have limitations and to act as mature
Finish it off with time scale and tenure
You may grow as full plant with care
Garden may have beauty show and glare
Cool breeze and air will add to beauty
Who can think ignore the face so pretty?
You may shy off while making fun
Under the shade you will be only one
Clouds may rush to cover the face of moon
It will be a fact and reality soon
Why to run away when heaven is on earth?
Why to go after oasis when there is no dearth?
Why not then have companies so nice?
It will be sheer madness and act cowardice
It may bring slur and serve no purpose
No room is left to think or suppose
It is to be acknowledged and accept with grace
Meet the challenge and openly embrace
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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On waves pelagic
Staring at the Halcyon - a bluish glare
a smiling statue, of bronze, enigmatic
it was the sun to set, an ironic flare
and two abolished solitudes, aquatic.
And you, a faith in my thoughts, a loss,
to instill a new, again lone, impression,
to travel in distinguished paths, a cross,
a sacrifice to support a hung ascension..
Out my window you stand in morning light,
opulent lace of 19th century's palimpset,
your words are heard on lone path albite,
an offing amid my eyes and you, who left..
Left for an Abyss, that lone souls, seek,
so, it was your stare petrified in void,
my lone feelings to become a foggy pique,
fly with eagles, heavenly aptly deployed..
Your face enters my dream, in dark Oceans,
I stand up tall, on etherly, redemption tragic,
where my horizons wait for you, in glance,
my message is this poem on waves, pelagic..
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Blue In The Face
Just like a bee rushing to a comb of honey
Why cant you see you look so very funny
You worry yourself sick till youre blue in the face
Relax and sleep, tomorrow isnt leaving
And counting your sheep wont relieve you from this grieving
You worry yourself sick till youre blue in the face
But youll make ends meet I know you will so please pull up a chair
Take your time the worlds not going anywhere
Honey, you worry yourself sick till youre blue in the face
Blue in the face
cause youre always in a hurry
Blue in the face
cause you always tend to worry
Youre just like a honey bee, you panic, you sting, then you die
Its just like you to fret like you do
So take the afternoon and maybe someday soon
You wont have to worry yourself sick till youre blue in the face
But youll make ends meet I know you will so please pull up a chair
And take your time the worlds not going anywhere
Honey, you worry yourself sick till youre blue in the face
Blue in the face
cause youre always in a hurry
Blue in the face
cause you always tend to worry
Youre just like a honey bee, you panic, you sting, then you die
Youre just like a honey bee zap!...
Oh, when youre in a state of mind they call anxiety
And you find it very necessary to pull out your hair
Dont be discouraged
Oh, honey have courage
Dont worry yourself sick till youre blue in the face
Like always you worry till youre blue in the face
Honey why worry yourself sick till youre blue in the face
Youre always in a hurry
Blue in the face
You always tend to worry
Cause youre just like a honey bee, you panic, you sting, then you die
Just like a honey bee
Blue in the face
You got no time to waste
Slow down the pace
Youre turning blue, blue, blue
Blue in the face
You got no time to waste
Slow down the pace
Youre turning blue
song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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In The Solitude Of Prayer
In the solitude of prayer
deep
Lost in moments in between weep
and sleep
In the solitude of prayer
Lonliness finds a rest
Survived another test
Brings out our best
In the solitude of prayer
With nobody there
Except those far away
Reminded of their distant care
In the solitude of prayer
You pray for their smile
For their personal trial
Silently, all the while
In the solitude of prayer
Dreams seem more near
More hope than fear
Thoughts of those past those dear
In the solitude of prayer
Pray for their souls kind
Whose memory is still in your mind
And in your heart
In the solitude of prayer
Pray for your dear friends
Whose heart's you defend
As your own heart they mend
In the solitude of prayer
As for God's wisdom
And his love
As all love comes from above
In the solitude of prayer
Find grace to forgive
And to truely give
And to live
In the solitude of prayer
Recall how to dream
Of warm embraces of affection
And of love returned in your direction
In the solitude of prayer
Pray with conviction
Pray for the impossible
Without fear or restriction
poem by James T. Adair
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The Champion
Gaze upon the stake,
Flames will soon start to embrace
Condemned, auto da f,
Shes about to fall from grace
In the land of the rising sun
Shadows are falling again
The die is cast, the future and past
Coming to her at last
Oh, oh, oh
All she needed was a champion
Oh, oh, oh
Crying for a saviour to fight for her life
Behold, the freedom cries
By the dying of the light
Too late to justify
For vindication upon this night
In the land of the rising sun
Shadows are falling again
From out of nowhere, a rider declared
To answer her final prayer
Oh, oh, oh
He stood up to be the champion
Oh, oh, oh
He became the saviour that fought for her life
Face to face, eye to eye
The saviour fought to save her pride
Far beyond the starlit skies, the encounter went on
Gaze upon the stake,
As the flames start to embrace
A life, an act of faith,
Long-lost gone without a trace
In the land of the rising sun
Shadows are falling again
The die is cast for the future and past
Came for her at last
Oh, oh, oh
All she needed was a champion
Oh, oh, oh
Crying for a saviour to fight for her
Oh, oh, oh
He stood up to be the champion
Oh, oh, oh
He became the saviour that fought for her life
song performed by by Hammerfall
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This Is My Prayer For You
Peaceful valleys, mountaintops
No dark alleys, or sudden stops
This is my prayer
This is my prayer for you
Love is calling, starry skies
Always falling, but not for lies
This is my prayer
This is my prayer for you
Chorus:
May all your sweet dreams go unbroken
May every wish youve ever spoken
Come true
This is my prayer
This is my prayer for you
Celebrations, true blue friends
Revelations, and a heart that mends
This is my prayer
This is my prayer for you
Repeat chorus
Arms that welcome, doors opened wide
All your loved ones, gathered by your side
This is my prayer
This is my prayer for you
May all your days be filled with laughter
May all your prayers be quickly answered
This is my prayer
This is my prayer for you
song performed by by Reba Mcentire, music by Tony Arata, Gary Scruggs
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Prayer is Life
Prayer is life,
Life is prayer,
Prayer gives me strength,
Strength to face
All the problems
Of this world.
Prayer brightens my day,
It gives me sound sleep at night.
I abide in My Saviour,
And humbly I rest.
Prayer makes me strong
To defeat Satan.
Prayer continues unceasingly,
It does not stop
In the morning or at noon.
It goes on and on,
Until sleep shuts my eyes.
O, that blessed life
Of prayer,
I long for the
Sweet life.
poem by Aleyamma Jacob
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First Crush (for Vanessa, wherever she may be....)
The desk on which I wrote first poems
Six-liners, desperately in love
The LPs carried down the street
In case we met, I might impress
Her with my fresh scrubbed face
I wished for glasses much less thick
And hair more so, and darker yet
Waiting for Saturday to come
Imagining with whom she'd leave
The taste of Kiddush on her tongue
For some smoky mysterious pub
Or movie house, or music club
She seemed so self-possessed!
Was she? Her poem said
Sometimes I wish I didn't see.
Living would be so easy.
Her perfect face, perfect to me
Swelled bosom, page-boy hair
Soft eyes, why did she wish
For blindness nonetheless?
Not a single kiss, in truth
Not even one caress! Just one
Slow dance in the shul:
So Long, Frank Lloyd Wright -
I still know every note.
And then she rode off for the night
And for the rest of time
She vanished in the world upon
Whose surface, in whose face
I would never find her trace
My friends, laugh all you can
I wonder if she made it through
And thought of me again.
I seek her still, so that we may
Compare our poems, our notes of grace,
And all the people we became.
poem by Frank Bana
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To my lost one (villanelle)
If you come from a unknown place
from where I am, as if thrown
into my life and we again meet face-to-face
it may be by God’s grace
and we may leave the paths well trodden and known.
If you come from a unknown place
wherever it may be, carrying just one suitcase
I will be happy to meet you, if you come alone
into my life and we again meet face-to-face
and if you want to, we can disappear without a trace
be on our own, without anyone.
If you come from a unknown place
and walk into my embrace,
my lost one, come without a chaperone
into my life and we again meet face-to-face
our pasts will be erased
and all unhappiness will be gone,
if you come from a unknown place
into my life and we again meet face-to-face.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Our Waltz
Our Waltz
Your face, conceived upon my path,
time counts my solitude and scath,
invites my thoughts cold oblivion,
larval thorned crowned, dominion.
Comely, I wonder on empty street,
my calls abound; an echo to repeat,
decisive my mind to extend above,
augments my solitude, a past love.
Dominion of demised cries, secant,
empty of culprit, consensual descant,
an emptiness of smiles, to conflate,
to immortalize mist, sun to waste.
Embellish your appearance, I wait;
outside a conceived feast to oblate
and lead the first dance; fugacious
from foggy distance, high cumulus..
I gallivant tho', knock on lone door,
spirits dance on marble white floor,
excited with hope - a gage sweet,
dancing on stars, for their entreat..
Evanescent light, a fetching waltz,
dreamy commencement, and faux,
fictitious calls, glamour foudroyant,
'Ceremonie serment, debut gallant.'
Skies entangle with images to sway
up in the clouds we expand to meet
winds are faithful our song to play,
as all the time I walk on lone street.
Copyright © - G. V.- 11.24.2011 /
PoemH.28940074
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Island Of Wonder
The man wrinkles his face
But it's already worn
The coffee is sour
And the shirt is torn
But the smile is bigger than the Atlantic sea
And it happens to bring out the Atlantis in me
Island of wonder
Where do you come from
Is it the way the sun hits my face
Or is it your memory which I cannot trace
Eu vejo mais ao longe
Pessoas sem fome
Com ps sangrando
Na vereda florida
And the church bell dongs
A remarkable song
And I swallow the salt
As I hum along
The woman she laughs as I pass her by
In a patchwork (dream) I left behind
Island of wonder
Where do you come from
Is it the way the sun
Hits my face
Or is it your memory which I cannot trace
I cannot trace
Look at me I have so much pride
I took my shoes off I ran I did not hide
Look at me I Have so much pride
I will give my dowry for the prize
Island of wonder
Where are you going
Nobody knows it
But it is snowing
In the hearts
and minds of every kind of universe
Every kind of universe
song performed by by Nelly Furtado
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Island Of Wonder (feat. Caetano Veloso)
The man wrinkles his face
But it's already worn
The coffe is sour
And the shirt is torn
But the smile is bigger than the Atlantic sea
And it happens to bring out the Atlantis in me
Island of wonder
Where do you come from
Is it the way the sun hits my face
Or is it your memory which I cannot trace
Eu vejo mais ao longe
Pessoas sem fome
Com ps sangrando
Na vereda florida
And the church bell dongs
A remarkable song
And I swallow the salt
As I hum along
The woman she laughs as I pass her by
In a patchwork (dream) I left behind
Island of wonder
Where do you come from
Is it the way the sun
Hits my face
Or is it your memory which I cannot trace
I cannot trace
Look at me I have so much pride
I took my shoes off I ran I did not hide
Look at me i Have so much pride
I will give my dowry for the prize
Island of wonder
Where are you going
Nobody knows it
But it is snowing
In the hearts
and minds of every kind of universe
Every kind of universe
song performed by by Nelly Furtado
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Paradise Places In Mind Memory
Shalom Vicky
peace
tranquility
safety
well-being
contentment
success
be with you
it is my second
last final class
with you today
contract
finishes
am bringing
you some life
selected poems
gifting to you
elements of
beauty
insight
wonder
truth
rea lity
infused
within them
as in you
none
are published
thought shared
with
this world
wrote
for wonder love
of mystery God
joining
aspiring
in that
magic realm
I wish
these heavenly
passions
releases
for you
also
if I could
I would
transcend
time
space
take you
to past most
beautiful
precious places
of my memory
behold great beauty
of lost places
in New Zealand
as they I were
then to share
with you
insight delight
in your friendship
companionship
in those golden
summers
seasons
of beauty
raw feel
see
let
that free
wind
blow
in your hair
dance
with golden
rays
of light
caressing
your face
shine radiant
or let
that invigorating
surging surf
white froth
break sea foam
wave kiss
stimulate
every pore
of your skin
simultaneously
previous time
time passes
season passes
our voyage lives
outward expand
into new horizons
of wave crest minds
poem by Terence George Craddock
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