Ascetic Man
Ascetic man awaits for me, in granite crags
his narrow cave, and bellicose to askance,
I enter; am I deceived from his aquiline nose?
odor of earth as he 's besmeared by crows.
A Holy man in front of me, starts to berate,
and laughs! Birds sing a mountain aubade,
Indigenous, gray crags, with an autocrat,
a radiative beneficence, from an autodidact,
ember-eyes, flames to denounce and enact.
My soul 's confused and binded; an uproar,
betimes I feel this is, angel and a spool, I soar,
the old one smiles; a lighthearted wild grin,
avuncular's benevolence and incense therein.
Amid in the dim air he suspends; Corybantic,
he sparkles, scintillates, emits flashes frantic,
his counter-transference; avidly his gnome,
'Are you Nymphed? Nymphs are box-comb'
'Alluring are, appealing, desirable and pleasant,
Abhorrent! Atrocious, despicable, repugnant! '
He jumps up and starts to dance, drawing in air
with a stick, how grody, odious and hateful,
Nymphs are! He dances spitting thrice fateful;
He jumps, my eyes are smiling, his weazen face
invites airy Cherubims to accompany his pace,
dandles his body without wings to lightly sway,
darkling in air slowly, he flies away!
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Intense Love
In my heart and in front of my eyes
If something or somebody lies
It is nothing but it is your fond memories
If the soul doesn't find you beside me
Then ask me what is an uneasy and jittery?
Among people how I feel lonely!
As if my life will end and meet with death
My blood starts to clot and chocks my breath
The heaven cracks and the hell starts to turn green
All hopes and dreams lost in the chaos and din
In the mind is going on a storm and lighting
As if the solar system has stopped its spinning.
Worries unsettle and tension kills me slowly
Your memories are not letting me die peacefully.
Your thought thrills me to the core very deeply
The pulse and the heart start beating quickly.
Even For a moment If I don't see you in front of my eyes
The whole body starts to shake and the soul cries
My nerve breaks and the heart starts to fret in fear
So Come close, more close so that we can smell each other.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Dog In The Box
I have a cousin who has a small dog.
He keeps a large box in his kitchen,
which the dog jumps in to.
The dog then starts his antic
whenever visitors arrive which
to watch is quite hilarious.
He jumps up and down
like a jack in the box.
However, in this case
it is a dog in a box.
He shrinks down
then up and down he springs;
He never tries to get out
this dog in a box.
9 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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Climbing Is Absurd
May the Earth move sideways and relax,
The ground will hit your eyes and sight is restored.
The manager of faces climbs the mountain
And the cliffs are like it.
He relaxes forever when he jumps
Hitting the ground to let the earth quake like him.
The cliffs are a soundness, what are they?
They are sound, healthy pinnacles of performance
But to risk life is absurd,
It is abhorrent and you will die from that height.
poem by Naveed Akram
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I Flow Down
I flew down to the world of trouble,
A myth waved me when I observed the rights.
Grave innards react with the reduced mountain,
The fire for the rock ignited to loosen the crags.
Fantastic rocks bombard the self, the reality has spoken.
Obtained by the polices, a rock is tampered by the judge
That suggests and rocks, rocks and supplies.
A cosmos surrenders to the crags of death,
The flight has happened forming abhorrent nature.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Enceladus. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Second)
Under Mount Etna he lies,
It is slumber, it is not death;
For he struggles at times to arise,
And above him the lurid skies
Are hot with his fiery breath.
The crags are piled on his breast,
The earth is heaped on his head;
But the groans of his wild unrest,
Though smothered and half suppressed,
Are heard, and he is not dead.
And the nations far away
Are watching with eager eyes;
They talk together and say,
'To-morrow, perhaps to-day,
Euceladus will arise!
And the old gods, the austere
Oppressors in their strength,
Stand aghast and white with fear
At the ominous sounds they hear,
And tremble, and mutter, 'At length!'
Ah me! for the land that is sown
With the harvest of despair!
Where the burning cinders, blown
From the lips of the overthrown
Enceladus, fill the air.
Where ashes are heaped in drifts
Over vineyard and field and town,
Whenever he starts and lifts
His head through the blackened rifts
Of the crags that keep him down.
See, see! the red light shines!
'T is the glare of his awful eyes!
And the storm-wind shouts through the pines
Of Alps and of Apennines,
'Enceladus, arise!'
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Sunny Son
As I was cleaning up some old papers, I found this written by me long back. Not sure if I wrote this for my son or daughter.
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In the depth of darkness sleeps the earth
Peace blanketed all around its girth
Sunlight starts its daily birth
Tickles the earth in its womb basket!
Earth wriggles in its cosy bed
Cool winds blow in its curvy head
Sunlight starts kicking in more
Shudders the Earth; Birds fly in furore!
Earth wakes up; its eyes all red
Pain enters; Peace thrown by the side
Piercing lights make the sun birth due
Pleasant sun emerges; but it is blue!
Time goes by; blue becomes white
Earth smiles at its sun’s sight
In all its glory sun shines bright
A new sun; A new day for us to fight!
-TBT
poem by TheBigThinkg Human
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Dot white sea-gulls
The ship floats apt to bear up round,
our crew of nine, lace on bonnets,
the Mistral conds the ship abound,
arcane new shores lay to astound,
and nine sea nymphs from ocean depths,
we hope to find new views of breadth,
and Mistral blows to dreams confound
the sails distend with hopes well set.
Dot white sea-gulls peculiar circle,
foretelling that the land is near,
the crew starts boisterous to hurtle,
laughingly sing as scents nice herb'l,
affect our senses and cheers peart,
resplendent maids on sunshine vern'l,
of years before in blooms and kirtles,
predestined om'ns are commandeers,
the nymphs invite amid the myrtles.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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It Starts With A Kiss
It starts with a kiss,
That brings the world down,
A kiss,
That makes my body give in,
It starts with a kiss,
And your hands,
Slowly moving down my back,
And lifting me up to put my legs around you,
It starts with a kiss,
Our lips will do what they do,
My lips will part,
When yours do,
It starts with a kiss,
With my hands through your hair,
And with your hands on my waist,
Man this world seems to quake,
It starts with a kiss,
Man this is so fair,
Your lips feel so good,
On mine that just sit their,
It starts with a kiss,
That makes the whole room stop,
They see sparks fly,
And the room glow in a light so pure,
It starts with a kiss,
But when your lips leave mine,
My neck feels their company,
Then my body gives into you,
It starts with a kiss,
Your lips seem to know what to do,
Cause they are moving up and down my neck,
Once that ends they find my lips again,
It starts with a kiss,
And my body sub comes to you,
And once again,
The Kiss Is Where It All Begins! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Wake Up The Mountain
(m - kusch, l - deris)
Some people die
And even never realize
Mans growing blind
Is seeimg owly with the eyes
We think were strong
Belive we never could be wrong
But we ar fools
Because were dying by the rules
Though I cannot change the world were living in
I can always change myself
One more to count in wake up the mountain
All colours slowly turning to gray
All world is darkling wake up the mountain
And we will find it once more again
Cash and carees
Built on the countless sums of fears
All godos of life
Begin to vanish behimd tears
How do we know
Why did we choose the way we follow
Why do we hurt
Why do we hurt the ones we love
Though I cannot change the worlg were living in
I can always change myself
One more to count in wake up the mountain
All colours slowly turning to gray
All world is darkling wake up the mountain
And we will find it once more again
We made the rules and we can change them
Break down the orders one by one
We made the laws and we can break them
Break down the mountain, stone by stone by stone...
One more to count in wake up the mountain
All colours slowly turning to gray
All world is darkling wake up the mountain
And we will find it once more again
song performed by by Helloween
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To Sophia (Miss Stacey)
I.
Thou art fair, and few are fairer
Of the Nymphs of earth or ocean;
They are robes that fit the wearer--
Those soft limbs of thine, whose motion
Ever falls and shifts and glances
As the life within them dances.
II.
Thy deep eyes, a double Planet,
Gaze the wisest into madness
With soft clear fire,--the winds that fan it
Are those thoughts of tender gladness
Which, like zephyrs on the billow,
Make thy gentle soul their pillow.
III.
If, whatever face thou paintest
In those eyes, grows pale with pleasure,
If the fainting soul is faintest
When it hears thy harp’s wild measure,
Wonder not that when thou speakest
Of the weak my heart is weakest.
IV.
As dew beneath the wind of morning,
As the sea which whirlwinds waken,
As the birds at thunder’s warning,
As aught mute yet deeply shaken,
As one who feels an unseen spirit
Is my heart when thine is near it.
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Concupiscent Cycle
Nymphs, of course, take all the money,
And it turns into plutonium like its funny.
The plutonium fuels the nuclear power,
And vapor explodes from the tower.
The steam engine starts to spin,
With the alternator hooked in.
The current flows like the ocean,
Putting the machinery into motion.
The machine gets to oscillating the lamp,
And nymphs go marching down the ramp.
poem by Albert Price
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Smile For Me
'Smile for me!
Is somebody waiting for me?
She took this picture
Did she take it for me?
Time is ticking,
Her smile insists, just to tell her was she waiting me?
When she smiles, I feel it, I know, I see it.
When she’s happy,
Smiles so bright, gives me another reason
For her her I’d fight!
I am happy when she’s happy
I smile when she smiles
I face the fact that it’s just her smile.
But I know inside,
Deep inside that smile,
She smiles for me, just for awhile.
A picture perfected, you should see
I just love it when she smiles for me.
She inspires me to reach out my hand
Hold her close
Let her stand
That smile of hers, no one can take,
No matter how early, no matter how late.
The time it takes, you must understand
It starting now, it starts again.
When you see her smile
It makes you see, just how deep is her real beauty.
To display her I would
Smile for me she should
My day would be complete, when she even smiles for me.
Those eyes, that skin, her hair, that grin
Makes you forget what world you are in
Her eyes I gaze
Her hands so soft
When she?
Will she?
I think she ought.
Smile for me, not the first or the last
Just smile for me, my time has past
I wait to see that smile she wore
She smiles for me forevermore.
Did I miss it?
Here it comes, a smile for me is coming out
But when, If, I wonder how.
She smiles when she sees me, when I am no where around
That smile she has inspires us all.
Will she smile? will she smile at all?
I wait to see, is it coming out? That smile is here,
It’s out it’s out
Taken with time
A grin so new
Just one more smile
Ok make it two.
Held in my arms.
Waiting’ to see.
Smiling, waiting, too much to ask,
But smile for me, at last, at last!
I saw one coming out
Here’s another
She smiles, she smiles like no other.
When she, will she, I should wonder,
But that smile of hers is the 9th world wonder.
Smile for me, smile wide smile bright!
Give me a smile to rest with tonight.
My smile is yours as you can see,
But smile for me so they all can see.
Hidden behind that timeless frame,
Is a smile I would love to see again and again'
poem by Antonio Lockridge
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Mountain Romance
MOUNTAIN ROMANCE
MOUNTAIN ROMANCE
She stands there on their mountain, with dew drops in her hair,
thinking about her man, hoping he would soon be there,
then she sees him coming far across the glen,
with a perky smile she wonders where he has been,
soon he is beside her, a smile upon his face,
he knows that deep in his heart, he is standing in his place,
he has brought a flower one that is very rare,
he reaches up and entwines it, with the dew drops in her hair,
her heart is racing wildly, and time is standing still,
she wonders if he will kiss her, and hopes that he will,
he takes her in his arms and holds her oh so tight,
she has no other thought than this feels so right,
with their lips together, the passion in their eyes,
they both know they are on a trip, right up to paradise,
the sun shines so brightly, the birds they sing along,
with the thoughts they are thinking, they hear their favorite song,
the music is their heart strings, playing for them alone,
they slowly walk up trail, to their mountain home,
they know the time has come, for them to do their dance,
so they listen to the music of their sweet romance,
holding each other tightly they waltz across the floor,
still hearing their own sweet music, their passion starts too soar,
many hours later with their passion gone,
they lie beside each other and still they hear their song,
with smiles on their faces, and a lightness in their heart,
they remember all their embraces, knowing they will never part.
written by Harry Bryant
11/1/04 1: 32: 24 AM �
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By Habry
© 2005 Habry (All rights reserved)
poem by Harry Bryant
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Butterfly Dreams and Angel Wings
my hands shiver in the cold
because you are not here for me to hold
and the summer rain starts to fall
while i'm still waiting for your call...
butterfly wings slowly take place
eventhough it's dark
and i can't see your face
as the moon says goodnight
and fireflies start to take flight...
all around me,
i can hear no sound,
no thunder, no lightning, only silence
i step out and stand in the rain
hoping that it will wash away the pain...
and angel wings took hold of me
slowly lifting me up to eternity
taking me to distant places
that are always full of hope and happiness...
then i suddenly opened my eyes
and i started to realize
it was just butterfly dreams
coming from my broken heart...
butterfly dreams and angel wings
are you really true?
or just a fantasy to make me blue?
butterfly dreams and angel wings
are you really there?
could you hold me
and never ever let go?
poem by Carla Grace De Los Santos
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I Never Ride Faster Than My Angel Can Fly
I live my days on the wild side,
My Love and life is my wild ride
I travel to and from many lands
I have traveled the hardball and the many sands
I am a true believer in my good Lord
But my bad side can get me literally floored.
I have an Angel that watches my back,
She has all the common sense that I do lack.
So,
I never ride faster than my angel can fly
There is no need telling you all the whys
She holds me and comforts me in my time of need,
And bandages my heart when it starts to bleed.
(repeat)
My angel watches over me, she curbs my behavior
My angel is often been my heavenly savior
My motorcycle flies down the road to redemption
And my Angel keeps me from the lords detention.
So,
I never ride faster than my angel can fly
There is no need telling you all the whys
She holds me and comforts me in my time of need,
And bandages my heart when it starts to bleed.
(repeat)
Motorcyle angel, angel in my heart
Always with me so my life don't fall apart
My heavenly body, my winged delight,
Always has my back in life's wild fight.
So,
I never ride faster than my angel can fly
There is no need telling you all the whys
She holds me and comforts me in my time of need,
And bandages my heart when it starts to bleed.
(repeat)
REB (FEB 2012) Because my angel doesn't fly so fast
poem by Rik Bertrand
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A Handsome Man
i am a handsome face
long black hair
aquiline nose
slim body
kissable lips
sharp eyes
white teeth
smooth brown skin
lean and muscular body
i promise you nothing
i have no time
and i do not know what
love is
i am the vagabond of
this earth
a wanderer of its bosom
no one owns me
and i own no one.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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On Angel Wings
On angel wings you do fly
On angel wings into the sky
On angel wings i do cry
Because those angel wings took you away
On angel wings the heralds sing
Is there no such lovely thing?
On angel wings you fly away.
I will see these angel wings again someday
When i am old and my time has come
On angel wings I will fly
Until I'm holding you once again
Smiling on angel wings.
poem by Troy Nichols
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A Beautiful Person
When you smile:
Your eyes shine so bright,
you get this grin on your face that could melt ice
your cheeks get rosy
you are a beautiful sight
When you laugh:
Your eyes get a sparkle in them
You get this grin on your face that
will make others laugh with you
Your entire body starts to shake
You are a beautiful sight
When you lay sleeping:
Your brows draw together
Your lips pucker up
You will tense up, then relax
You are so peaceful
You are a beautiful sight
When you are just you:
You have the most beautiful eyes
Your face is so express full
You make the person you are with relax
You are there for me always
You are a Beautitiful Person
poem by Mohammad Hassan
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On Angel Wings
On Angel Wings You Do Fly
On Angel Wings Into The Sky
On Angel Wings I Do Cry
Because Thise Angel Wings Took You Away
On Angel Wings The Angels Sing
Is There No Such Lovely Thing
On Angel Wings You Fly Away
I Will See Them Angel Wings Again Some Day
When I Am Old And My Time Has Come
On Angel Wings I Will Fly
Tell I See You Once Again
Smiling On Angel Wing
poem by Merceds Lilly
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The Angel .
Close your eyes and whisper a wish
an angel is near and for sure will hear
Believe in its existence and wish so sincere
The angel will grant you your eternal bliss
Even if your wish seems so surreal
The magical angel will make it real
Just like the day when I asked for you
The angel made my dream come true
I speak for the angels whom you cannot see
They are on guard and will not take you lightly
In disguise waiting for you to make that wish
Close your eyes and you will feel the angel’s kiss
The lightness you feel inside your heart
Are the wings of the angel helping you all along
The love that you feel even when we are apart
Is because I sent the angel to keep you strong
19 aug 07 @ 10: 20 am cdt
poem by Kay Barcelon
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