Flowers Blend
Morning of May,
She shines bright,
blooms a bouquet,
of roses white.
The Light kisses
her radiance fair,
as then she misses,
hope in despair.
A forest shadow,
subdued her eyes,
dreams are a throe,
Stygian demise;
Adored will pace,
in corridors gray,
romantic her lace,
in aphotic dismay;
Adored is her valor,
brilliant twinkles
embrace her calor,
in tearing sprinkles.
North wind traces
marble in quarry
aloneness embraces
her ulterior glory.
Wraiths ascend
float upwards high;
and flowers blend,
and dreams die.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Arborea Blooms
Amid bloomed white arboreas,
the twirping cardinal elates,
the foliage play while altheas,
adorn his song of cloudless fair,
the silver stream flowing relates,
upon same route and obligates
abyss to quaff tweedled ideas,
while blooms in light will oscillate.
The forest -look- embraces all,
white flow'rs that roil in ether's haze,
the randomness of light's befall,
air's blooms adorn this lavish ball,
clothe foliage's infinitely grace,
nuptial embroidery, white lace,
while streams flow to abyss' odd call
blooms celebrate air's nymphal phase.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Not Part Of My Love Description
Putting those adored and respected,
High on a pedestal...
Where from one's eyes,
They are placed and set.
May not be to the benefit of those placed there.
Sometimes people forget,
It is who they are...
And not what they have,
Or believe what they will get...
That someone places them so high in their eyes.
Some may begin to believe,
Everyone sees them that way.
Only to hit rock bottom,
When the source of their glow and light...
Begins to feel they have become annoying.
And for one sitting so high...
It is difficult to be seen,
When someone who once loved unconditionally...
Pulls the plug and leaves.
'I thought you said you adored me? '
~I did.
But competing with your ego,
Is not part of my love description.
Giving with no receiving?
Naw!
I aint into it!
You don't mind if I take my light,
I showered on you so bright...
And go,
Do you?
I guided you up.
Who knows?
You're ALL THAT!
Maybe someone will come along,
To help you plant your feet back on the ground.
I'm outta here.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Last High
Song Name: You were the last high
not : you were high last night
ur stupid
I am alone
But adored by a 100,000 more
Then I said when you were the last.
And I have known love, like a whore
from at least 10,000 more
Then I swore when you were the last
When you were the last high
high
high
high
You were awake,
And I should have stayed, but wandered.
I was only out for a day.
out for a day.
It was Chicago for a moment,
And then it was Paris and London for a few,
days.
Well, I am alone
But adored by a 100,000 more
Than I swore when you were the last.
When you were the last high
high
high
high
When you were the last high
high
high
high
Well I was the first to have spoken
And I said just about all of the things you shouldn't say.
So maybe you loved me, but now maybe you don't.
And maybe you'll call me.
Maybe you won't.
Oh
So, I am alone
But adored by a 100,000 more
than I said when you were the last.
And I have known love, like a whore
from at least 10,000 more
then I swore when you were the last.
When you were the last high
High
High
High
When you were the last high
High
High
High
song performed by by Dandy Warhols
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Starlight Eyes
My star, sparkling shine, radial eye lost in dark blue night
Shooting sight, reflective bright, holy traces from pointless fight
Light of night, unholy plight, beautiful hope of sacred light
Hope in sky, obsesive lie, demise my song of what I thought was right
Pair of eyes, sparkling shines, stare and glare below to admire their might
In clean white sky, with pure atire, blacks the eyes until the ray of night
The birth of right, the birth of fight, anounced in shines within the hope of light
The holy birth, the birth of sins, ominious words of the chains of fright
poem by Erasmo Rayon
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Sonnet 43: When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see
When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
For all the day they view things unrespected;
But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
And darkly bright, are bright in dark directed.
Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
How would thy shadow's form, form happy show
To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessèd made,
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!
All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.
poem by William Shakespeare
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Sonnet 43
When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
For all the day they view things unrespected;
But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
And darkly bright, are bright in dark directed.
Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
How would thy shadow's form form happy show
To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!
All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.
poem by William Shakespeare from Sonnets (1609)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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I'm Not Alone I'm With Someone
I'm not alone
In the night I look at the bright light of the moon
I'm not alone
When I go to sleep I dream about someone or something
I'm not alone
When I play by myself I feel subdued
I'm not alone
When i see myself in a mirror my reflection goes away
I'm not alone
When i see my shadow it goes away
I'm not alone
I have to control myself not to be subdued
I'm not alone
The only thing I could see is my dreams
poem by Daniel Vango
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Blend, Do Not End
Blend. Sip your coffee.You blend to the colors
Of this room. Smell like a morning perfume of
Small red roses. Open palms. No collarbones.
Blend. Take your time. Familiar faces and freckled
Dreams. Blend, bend.
For God's sake, do not end.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ballade of Summer's Sleep
Sweet summer is gone; they have laid her away-
The last sad hours that were touched with her grace-
In the hush where the ghosts of the dead flowers play;
The sleep that is sweet of her slumbering space
Let not a sight or a sound erase
Of the woe that hath fallen on all the lands:
Gather, ye dreams, to her sunny face,
Shadow her head with your golden hands.
The woods that are golden and red for a day
Girdle the hills in a jewelled case,
Like a girl's strange mirth, ere the quick death slay
The beautiful life that he hath in chase.
Darker and darker the shadows pace
Out of the north to the southern sands,
Ushers bearing the winter's mace:
Keep them away with your woven hands.
The yellow light lies on the wide wastes gray,
More bitter and cold than the winds that race,
From the skirts of the autumn, tearing away,
This way and that way, the woodland lace.
In the autumn's cheek is a hectic trace;
Behind her the ghost of the winter stands;
Sweet summer will moan in her soft gray place:
Mantle her head with your glowing hands.
Envoi.
Till the slayer be slain and the spring displace
The might of his arms with her rose-crowned bands,
Let her heart not gather a dream that is base:
Shadow her head with your golden hands.
poem by Archibald Lampman
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Roses On White Lace
I saw you in your wedding gown
The prettiest dress
I came into the room that night
And made such a mess
In my own way, I lovingly kiss the bride
With your ring in your hand
Your eyes and your mouth open wide
In my eyes
Blood drops look like roses on white lace
They won't wash away
In my mind they're roses on white lace
Straight from the heart
So dead upon the bed
You hurt me in the deepest way
I'm crippled inside
I took your evil skin away
It's all cut and dried
I saw you tonight and carefully took your hand
With some smears on my cheeks
I knew that you would understand
In my eyes
Blood drops look like roses on white lace
They won't wash away
In my mind they're roses on white lace
Straight from the heart
So dead upon the bed, still searching for your head
They're never gonna find your face
It's hidden away
I found a very special place where you used to play
In my own way, I lovingly kiss the bride
With your ring in your hand
Your eyes and your mouth open wide
In my eyes
Blood drops look like roses on white lace
They won't wash away
In my mind they're roses on white lace
Straight from the heart
Blood drops look like roses on white lace
Crimson and sweet, stained on the sheet
Roses on white lace, pretty in red, dripping and wet
Roses on white lace, spilled on the walls, dark in the hall
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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You Were The Last High
I am alone
But adored
By a hundred thousand more
Then I said
When you were the last
Then I have known love
Like a whore
From at least ten thousand more
Then I swore
When you were the last
When you were the last high
High
High
High
You were awake
And I should have stayed
But I wandered
I was only out for a day
Out for a day
It was Chicago
For a moment
And then
It was
Paris and London
For a few
Days
Now I am alone
But adored
By a hundred thousand more
Then I swore
When you were the last
When you were the last high
High
High
High
And you were the last high
High
High
High
I was the first
To have spoken
And I said
Just about
All the things
You shouldn't say
So maybe you loved me
But now
Maybe you don't
And
Maybe you'll call me
Maybe you won't
Oh
So I am alone
But adored
By a hundred thousand more
Then I said
When you were the last
And I have known love
Like a whore
From at least ten thousand more
Then I swore
When you were the last
When you were the last high
High
High
High
And you were the last high
High
High
High
song performed by by Dandy Warhols
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Virgo
Ghost song's refrain in years reprise
this message sends, in candle faint glow,
that we are wraiths boarding the breeze,
stalwart and lone our soul aggrieves,
white auster foams above the bow,
the gusts play wind's notes of oboe,
homecoming ball where smiles cerise,
fromward of bright Spica Virgo.
Out yon the Princesses in dark,
transmit their laughs in cryst'l glory
life merchants send us to embark,
harmonic verdict - sirens' harp,
abstruse odd song and strange story,
our life resembles a marble quarry,
abandoned where the winds howl-bark,
when shadows pass in white flurry.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Pink
Feather light wings that float softly through the air tickled by specks of dust.
Bright white light inflamed with pink and laced with gold.
Raising flowers, changing seasons,
singing in high pitched voices that only children can hear.
Little tiny people in little tiny clothes.
Pink, White and Baby Blue,
Only innocent eyes can see.
Pink nail varnish, Pink lipstick, Pink eye shadow, Pink blusher, Pink clothes that reveal too much Pink skin.
Standing on street corners innocent eyes forgotten.
Long ago were the days when fairies were believed in.
Lost memories and lost dreams,
innocence killed, for a life of nightmares and love ripped at the seams.
poem by Laura Cummings
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Ten And Eleven
Here she comes, a flower of the field,
describing glory of the Spring to bloom,
while at noon, when all shadows yield,
light is bright as in ether, love looms.
Here she comes, beloved lines in light;
so as to caress my vision, and to smile,
In an elysian field her grace will ignite,
my confessions as to extend forthright.
She is my call when rose flowers blend,
so I respond in lyrics of heavens music;
perchance an ode will extend and mend,
old wounds and scars, with this acoustic.
An ode lifts our encounter to heavens,
amid field flowers, with love to attune,
a bouquet of roses red, ten and eleven,
gallivants noon-this twenty first of June.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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The Firefly's Fascination
On the flight of the moon to aflame the night,
A firefly's looking up to the light he much adored,
Seem a light of a firefly that he's longing for.
Her brilliant dancing fire,
The endless flashes of light,
Her dazzling face he desire
It was so bright,
so bright.
All he did by night was to look above
He never let his light fade just awhile,
He hopes to be noticed by her love,
Just see his light, then shine and smile.
The luminous rays of the skies,
The beautiful stars at night,
Her shining diamond eyes
It was so bright,
so bright.
Nights and more nights had passed,
All he did by night was to look above
The firefly's light was fading too fast
When he see the truth about his love
The dazzling light did shine no more
The brilliant fire slowly died by night
The luminous sky sings its last roar
The dying light,
fading light.
On the shine of the sun to aflame the day,
A firefly's looking down to shed his tears
when he learned that the one he love
Was nothing but far away star.
poem by Raymond Cabrera
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The Beautiful Land Of Nod
Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear,
Your head like the golden-rod,
And we will go sailing away from here
To the beautiful land of Nod.
Away from life’s hurry, and flurry, and worry,
Away from earth’s shadows and gloom,
To a world of fair weather we’ll float off together
Where the roses are always in bloom.
Just shut up your eyes, and fold your hands,
Your hands like the leaves of a rose,
And we will go sailing to those fair lands
That an atlas never shows.
On the North and the West they are bounded by rest,
On the South and the East by dreams;
‘Tis the country ideal, where nothing is real,
But everything only seems.
Just dropp down the curtains of your dear eyes,
Those eyes like a bright blue-bell,
And we will sail out under starlit skies
To the land where the fairies dwell.
Down the river of sleep our barque shall sweep,
Till it reaches the mystical isle
Which no man has seen, but where all have been,
And there we will pause for awhile.
I will croon you a song as we float along,
To that shore that is blessed of God,
Then ho! for that fair land, we’re off for that rare land,
That beautiful Land of Nod.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Sky is Blue!
Sky is blue
White clouds paint it snowy
That is very true
Sky may be gloomy or showy
Clouds like to wander
Know No Time nor Calender
What a Wonder!
Don't worry or ponder
Dreams are Castles in the air,
Floating High, on cloud nine
Dreams do come true, free and fair;
Sweet Dreams are hopes refine
Birds chirp in the Morning
Rise and shine after Yawning
Kids love Singing and Dancing
Easy to learn after Playing
Garden has many Flowers
Night has plenty of Stars
Enjoy the Day and the Night
Always Stay Happy and Bright!
poem by Manjeshwari P MYSORE
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I Wanna Be Adored
I don't have to sell my soul
He's already in me
I don't need to sell my soul
He's already in me
I wanna be adored
I wanna be adored
I don't have to sell my soul
He's already in me
I don't need to sell my soul
He's already in me
I wanna be adored
I wanna be adored
Adored
I wanna be adored
You adore me
You adore me
You adore me
I wanna
I wanna
I wanna be adored
I wanna
I wanna
I wanna be adored
I wanna
I wanna
I wanna be adored
I wanna
I wanna
I gotta be adored
I wanna be adored
song performed by by The Stone Roses from The Stone Roses
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2010/08/31 Book Of Secrets
Took Nici to a hairdresser to plan a hairstyle
for the ball, then visited a novelty shop and
found a fairy dairy in pink that recreated all
my auric dreams, a three-dimensional fairy
within a string of pearls, flowers, coloured
glitter, silver ink reflecting the light
Though the key is stuck without turning, it is
the prettiest fairy picture I have ever seen, I
shall lock up all my favourite poems in it, it
shall be my book of secrets, I shall treasure
it, a reminder of that beautiful dress I saw at
the dressmaker, fuelling dreams
I must find a way to take the dairy everywhere
I go on earth, I never want to be without this
enchantment again, I adore this dairy as I have
never adored anything before; bought coloured
notebooks in the past, but nothing like this, it is
glorious to be in possession of real magic
The most wonderful, bewitching blend of the
the sublime…
poem by Margaret Alice
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Today... 'Glorious Lord
Glorious and majestic is the Lord
Mighty God by Heaven and Earth adored.
Enthroned in Glory and bright light is He
exalted on high for all men to see.
In heaven beholding the wondrous sight
all will tell of His Majesty and Might.
For the Lord Jehovah in His Glory
writes each page of salvations story.
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