Should Know
Why I should know you?
My love is reality and in fact true
I want you only and no one else
Talk in earnest with you face to face
I will not hesitate
For everything to relate
And clearly do so to narrate
With all that I have to state
I come to you and hang on
To please and sing on
With all that praises and talk
When we pleasantly roam around and walk
I pick all that you whisper
Even though you are not quite near
Enjoy the company without any fear
Listen to the intimate signals in the ears
You are day dreaming
Your eyes are beaming
Clearly looking at and inviting
For al that love and passion igniting
Life is hardest game
Where we pass no blame
Enjoy it to full extent and share
Where I think no one prefers to dare
Bond is in fact real union
Enjoyed truly by companion
No one cares about its originality
As love itself is super and best quality
You also know that I hate to loose
In fact it does not matter what you choose
I surely play real one and surprise you
As it is the only one to take you through
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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As A Matter Of Fact
Written by s. garrett & d. boyette
Blow daddy, aww, yeah
Here we are, standing at the hard line
We made it last this long
The two of us, together since the first time
And I believe our love is still strong
Seems love has a funny way
Well, it can come or go or it can choose to stay
But love says what it has to say
(chorus)
Matter of fact (ooh, as a matter of fact)
I love you (oh, as a matter of fact)
And I love that you love me back
As a matter of fact (ooh, as a matter, a matter)
Some said we wouldnt make it this far
But they dont talk no more (no more)
The love we share is precious as a big star
And what we haves what others hope for
Seems love has a funny way
Well, it can come or go or it can choose to stay
But love says what it has to say
(chorus)
Matter of fact (ooh, as a matter of fact)
I need you (oh, as a matter of fact)
And Im glad that you need me back
As a matter of fact (ooh, as a matter, a matter)
Mm, matter of fact, yeah (ooh as a matter of fact)
I want you (yeah, as a matter of fact)
And I cant tell you more than that
As a matter of fact, (ooh, as a matter) yeah (matter)
Aww, blow, daddy
Musical interlude
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Seems love has a funny way
Well, it can come and go or it can choose to stay
But love says what it has to say
(repeat chorus)
Matter of fact (ooh, as a matter of fact)
I love you (oh, as a matter of fact)
Yeah and I love that you love me back
As a matter of fact (ooh, as a matter of fact)
Ooh, ooh, baby
Matter of fact (ooh, as a matter of fact)
I need you (yeah, as a matter of fact)
And Im glad that you need me right back
As a matter of fact
(ooh, as a matter) yeah (a matter)
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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With The Ring
It had almost vanished
The life dream was finished
You were seven seas far
For me a fading star
I was not disillusioned
It was inside and never questioned
I dare not it to be mentioned
You had many a timed cautioned
I remembered each and every minute thing
You were forever in mind to be missed for something
You had occupied most of the golden past
The memories were never to be faded fast
I had proposed once with the ring
When you were trying to sing
A song of ever lasting joy
I was lost for a moment to enjoy
You looked at with scant respect
As it was stupid and foolish act
I kept quiet and did not react
It was reality of love in fact
You have now feelings of real bond
I was in fact dreaming of no second
You remained most of the time
Never to missed from life any time
I am now fading start in life
It had been troublesome like an edge of knife
You had promised for something
But was uncommitted for anything
I feel some one is touching me with grace
The blood rushed fast on the face
I wait for something new to happen
It is as if I am waiting for some good news even
'I wear it finally on your name' she wrote
I was feet above ground to claim
That happiness is no more illusion
Why was I so far under the cover of confusion?
I kissed clay on ground
Some new message was found
I felt as if some one kissed me from far end
Was it her really sending me signals with clear trend?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I shall know
I shall know
When time comes to throw
Whole of my weight to that belief
For providing real relief
It is expected
To change when truly acted
In love, in hate and in recognition
You have provided me true ignition
Dreams do come true
When one has passed through
In ordeals and in real
To the greatness and to fee
I, for one, loved and lost
But what did it cost?
Nothing in fact
All were nice acts
It is true union
To find with companion
When one feels truly blessed
Relief from life when not at all chased
It is just a smile
That provided happiness meanwhile
All goes well with his mercy
I share and bow before almighty
You were never to be mine
To provide me joy to feel fine
It has come from a great wave
When I had escape and clean shave
What on part is expected?
Real bond and promises to be acted
In spirit and in anticipation
For strengthening the relation
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Hate The Fact
I hate the fact
that one can steal your heart
and leave it broken in many parts
I hate the fact
that one can make you feel
but then you looked he had turned the wheel
I hate the fact
that one can catch your eye
and finally find it was for a while
I hate the fact
that one can sweep you off your feet
into a fantasy that only you could feel
I hate the fact
that when you hear ones name
you remember he was once your dame
I hate the fact
that you had to go
and you left me here with a broken soul
I hate the fact
that love was there
but left me in pain that one cant bare
I hate the fact
that memories hurt
and that nothing ever seems to ever work
I hate the fact
that i cry so much
that everyday i long to feel your touch
I hate the fact
that i cant move on
but maybe its something that can make me strong
poem by Miri Tuecemo
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No Way To Cry
No way to cry
Just only try
To understand
Real love and friends
Not outer beauty to decide
But inner soul must confide
Take care of true attachment
And nicely enjoy happy moment
Love may never hurt
As you were never flirt
You had truly wished
But unfortunately finished
You need not hide
As love angle is very wide
You have nothing to loose
As it is not matter to choose
Love and hate
Come very late
To make you upset
But allow them not or let
Love is not commodity
Sold in market for quality
You can't attach price tag
You need not climb high
As it is futile try
Love needs only respect
Rest all is spoken by an act
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Fact Is, In The World Of Lies, Life Is Fair
accept the fact that sometimes we say things
that we do not mean, that sometimes we burst in anger
and we hurt and then we apologize that we do not really mean to hurt
sometimes we show feelings too that we do not really want to express.
sometime we say 'i love you' and yet we are just compelled to do so
someone is dying and he needs you badly at the end of her day.
sometimes, accept the fact, that time strains us and we become
the liars, the hypocrites, the fraud, and the swindler.
and most of all, we keep it for a time, making some stares straight in the eye.
accept this fact, we are humans and in some harsh times
we decide, to survive, at all costs, no matter what.
now, we shall talk, and you shall listen and i shall write about the truth
of this fact. we are us conjoined twins in the art of deception.
lie to me as i lie to you and then we accept this fact: life is fair.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love Is Sure
LOVE KNOWS NO BOUNDARY
BUT IS IT NECESSARY?
TO LOVE IT ON ONE SIDE AND PUZZLE ALSO BESIDE
THAT EXPOSES GAME
NO ONE IS TO BE BLAMED
LOVE IS BLIND
YET WE NEED TO TAKE CARE AND FIND OUT
IS IT, IN FACT, UNIAUE AND ESPECIALLY TO TALK ABOUT?
LOVE HAS ITS ROOTS
NO ONE IN AIR CAN SHOOT
AFFORDS LESS TIME TO ENJOY FRUIT
PROVIDED MALE AND FEMALE ADJUST AND SUIT
LOVE IS NO ACCOMODATION
NEITHER IT IS COMPROMISE NOR A SPECIAL RELATION
IT IS BOND AND THAT MUST EXIST FOREVER
TO BE SEEN IN PUBLIC AND WALKED TOGETEHR
IF BIRDS CAN SHOW IT WITH PLEASURE
WE HAVE IT IN OUR LIFE AS TREASURE
LOVE IS THE ONLY THING TO BE FOUND SO PURE
THAT LIFE RUNS SMOOTHLY THEREAFTER FOR SURE
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Complain (What I Hate)
I hate your friend
I hate the scorn
I hate the fact my heart is torn
I hate you for showing me love
when reality is that you are involved
I hate that I come between you two
I hate your friend for hating me
I hate that i'm so attracting
I hate feeling this way for you
way you touch and hold me, feels like heaven
I hate it but the reality is I love you
Stories on end of the romance shared
love leads us back to day one
I hate loving you all over again
I hate that I can't love you as I want
I hate that fate leaves us with no chance
I'd fantasized of a true romance
I hate the fact that you're not mine
This is no fun because you're involved
I hate that I love you so much
I hate that I yearn to feel your touch
I hate it but could never deny my love
I'm hanging on, just can't get enough
I hate being in love with you
when you belong to someone else
I'm aware you feel zero affection
when it's I who you love the most
I hate the circumstances that's a hindrance to our happiness
poem by Marcquiese Burrell
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Matter
Where is the fact from the ficition?
The fiction from the fact?
Does it matter if I exact, my P's and Q's?
Does it matter that?
Tomorrow I may tell you I love you
And then talk about that,
And how the weather decides to hate you
And me, now that's a fact!
Who cares if tongues that are free to silence
Talk violence?
And still use a chain for liberty!
Forsaking the homeground
The knownground
Where only roots spoil im morality
And the weed always grows
Under the seed of prosperity
And what is fact is fact
And to extract fiction
Is a matter of diction
Who cares if tomorrow
The mother smothers her lover?
Her child sways to the side of the road
Where the blind man crosses
Passes without looking
Turning a blind I to
Her stunted growth
When truth grows on trees
And fruit falls easily
And tomorrow she will tell you
She loved you
Before the root set in to trap
Before her heart was mortgaged to you, by a thread
At a price she could not pay
And After too much rain
Her grief will tell you
Too much hate
And how love is a beautiful rose
A full red thorn
On which too much blood is drawn
And how too many babies born alone
Die in cold alleyways
And fact is just as bad as fiction
The material is immaterial
Squalid leftovers
In overturned sacks of dispair
The rats crawl over the hungry
Without a care
As the beggar turns the wheel
To conceal the sign
Of the time
Stamped on the back of a dirty dime
Dollar for dollar
Pound for pound
And who knows where he will dine?
He rides home in the back of a silver mercedes
He carries a Homeless Sign!
'And I can only tell you, the auto-cue told me these things! '
Auto cue........aka yvette smith
poem by Yvette Smith
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The things I love with a passion
I rock and roll with passion
I talk out my soul with a passion
I eat good food with passion
I defeat bad mood with a passion
I sleep well with passion
I weep hell with a passion
I dream endlessly with passion
I gleam ceaselessly with a passion
I aim for money with passion
I do the same for honey with a passion
I listen carefully with passion
I glisten dutifully with a passion
I search for fame with passion
I research to blame with a passion
I walk everyday with passion
I talk and play with a passion
I embrace life with passion
I face nightlife with a passion
I laugh out with passion
I chaffe about with a passion
I cook with others with passion
I look at mothers with a passion
I touch gently with passion
I clutch tightly with a passion
I work hard with a passion
I rock mad with a passion
I gear up goals with passion
I stir up roles with a passion
I make friends with passion
I take weekends with a passion
I love kissing with passion
I love teasing with a passion
I make love with passion
I take from above with a passion
If push comes to shove
Label me old fashioned
For these are things I caption
In life with all my passion
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Let's Talk About Love!
Let's talk about love! Let's give hate the shove!
Let's celebrate all that love is!
Reflect on the joy for each girl and boy
Enmeshed in the thrill of a kiss!
Love glides round in style! Love guides with a smile!
Love looks up with hope in its eyes!
Reflect on the prayers of sweethearts in pairs
And listen to all of their sighs!
Let's talk about love! Let's think of the dove!
Let's cherish the heart's great reward!
Reflect on the peace that starts to increase
Whenever true love is outpoured!
Let's learn a love song! Let's sing it out strong!
Let's pass on Good News every day!
Reflect on God's grace! God's kindness embrace!
Determined to share love some way!
Let's visit Loveland! Let's walk hand-in-hand!
Let's honour the blessings we've known!
Reflect on this truth: Love's never aloof!
For true love cannot walk alone...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Its Real
Its real to me
When you say
I love you
Its real to me
When our hearts
Beat as one
Its real to me
When we entwine
Our passion feuiled
Bodys as one
Its real to me
all the little things you do
that make me smile
Its real to me
every time we
Talk about the little
things in life
Its real to me
how you want
To hold me close
Each and every night
Its real to me
when you say
The most romantic
things whipsered
softly in my ears
Its real
because
you make me
feel like a
teenager again
I want to spend
Eternity with you
I want to be apart
of your life
Thats the reality
of how I feel
Thats what we
Call True Love
© Copyright Kaila George 2012
poem by Kaila George
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Odessa - My Principessa
About many famous cities we can talk:
London, Paris, Naples or New York,
But when you walk along Odessa
You will love our principessa
If you are wise enough and not a bore.
The fact is such,
The fact is such:
There's no city in the world
I love so much.
You will smile to the famous Duke,
From the second hatch at him you'll look
And if he gives you the welcoming hand
You will have to understand
That Odessa is the smile of God.
The fact is such,
The fact is such:
There's no city in the world
I love so much.
The girls in our city are the pearls,
God gave them sense of humor and a charm.
You come here and you will see
The beauty of the bluest sea
And you will be surprised but not alarmed.
The fact is such,
The fact is such:
There's no city in the world
I love so much.
And Sasha Pushkin was an odessite,
As here he recalled a wonderous moment
He cursed and praised our and his Odessa
Because he really loved principessa,
Which was and is and always bright.
The fact is such,
The fact is such:
There's no city in the world
I love so much.
You can go any place you like
To New York, Paris or even London,
All of them are really so nice,
But in Odessa you'll be certainly surprised
By the smell of sea, acacia, cherry, linden...
The fact is such,
The fact is such:
There's no city in the world
I love so much.
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Come And Enjoy
On the face of the earth and in the heavens,
Are you ready for true love and joy in your life?
For, the fact is, i do love you;
And, i will do anything to satisfy you.
Come and enjoy the most wonderful food with me!
Come and know the status of my life,
Come for the truth and for peace;
For true love is always here with me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Her mind
What is figuring actually?
May not be the fact really
She should never cry
I always care and try
Let her be at her original mind?
She is universally known as kind
She will loose the shine
If goes off the trace meanwhile
Nothing should be grudged or borne
The heart may stand totally torn
No impulse may pass through
It may then be difficult to prove
We stand to loose in game
No one but we should share the blame
Love is only solution and way out
Everything will be fruitless if we talk about
Be a mother to child
Shed the impression that you are wild
You kind woman with lots of affection
You speak noble and show with action
Be centre core of the universe
Prove asset with no more curse
I find whole world at your feet
Let us smile whenever we meet
Women are in fact goddesses
Nothing can go before them as misses
She is there for every purpose
At least I will have honor before her to depose
Why I see whole world’s reflection?
Pain, joy, agony and all the reactions
Faced with no complaints in all the seasons
I see absolutely no cause or reasons
Why man can not find his origin?
Why there should be deviation or margin?
Who in fact will loose or win?
I see in it as total sin
World is same as was before
We have never changed and failed to adore
Mother was mother and sister was sister
Lover has remained same in true color as lover
I love regardless of color
She may be in fact minor or major
I shall continue to grow
Let there be odd to river flow
I may miss all the Gods
I may even miss the words of lords
What may matter most in crucial life?
Who servers as good mother, sister, lover or wife?
Let us act humble and stand for cause
It is unwarranted and of no use
Be it women’s day or child abuse
We can never stand alone and refuse
I do not know what today’s scene is
It will be difficult to predict tomorrow’s scene
Let us pray for no more ugly scenes
We must remain watchful and very keen
All praises to serving woman
Home too is adored by her for working man
She may remain at pivotal position
The life train may always remain in motion
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A natural outburst
I like the outburst
who can remain unblamished first?
probably no one may stand last
we are disintegrating very fast
little face with ignorance
full of crookedness and innocence
it is what we prefer and act
this is real and naked fact
what is silver or gold?
when you are hostile and cold?
what will matter most?
when you prove real host
when unmasked it looses its credence
it has in fact no relevance
it is forgone conclusion
it can't find anywhere its inclusion
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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It's A Natural Fact
You tell me to trust in you
That your love is forever real
I never even doubted you
Because that's how I too feel
It's A Natural Fact
You ask me to wait for you
And your return soon again
I've been waiting ever since
For your love I can depend
It's A Natural Fact
You ask me to love you only
With all my heart and might
Haven't you already noticed
I will love you all of my life
It's A Natural Fact
poem by Suelynn Walters
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Hate You
I Do Not Hate You
I Just Hate The Things You Do
I Hate The Way You Say My Name
I Hate The Way You Give Me All The Blame
I Hate How You Lie Straight To My Face
I Hate How You Always Pace
I Hate That You Never Even Try
I Hate How You Never Cry,
I Hate How You Never Show Emotion
I Hate That Your Eyes Look Just Like The Ocean
I Hate How You Left
I Hate How You Commit Theft
I Hate How You Never Even Said Goodbye
I Hate How You Never Answered Why
I Hate How I Don't Hate You
In Fact I Think I
Love You
poem by Ivy Strife
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A Reality With Desire
A reality with desire
No one else can admire
It may be subject to satire
Whole life can be on fire
But dream within ambit
The situation seems to be fit
Its elegance and joy
Full of excitement to enjoy
Have a desire
Try to make it real without putting life on fire
There is chance
You must try at once
Peace at heart
That can be called real art
It may give full indication
What can be the best relation?
Love to live with and enjoy
It can be enjoyed with lifeless toys even
We are human being and meant for all
Must see the reason and prevent the fall
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I hate u...
i hate the fact that u love me.
i hate the fact that u care 4 me.
i hate the way u look at me.
i hate the way u hold me.
i hate the fact that u think about me every mintute of everyday.
but y am i thinking about u right this second?
i hate the fact that i love u.
i hate the fact that i care 4 u.
i hate the way i look at u when ur not looking at me.
i hate that i love the way u hold me.
i hate that i can't stay away from u,
cuz when ur with me u don't know what ur getting ur'self into.
poem by Kerry Rivette
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