Dear Friend
I
have searched for you.
Our hands almost
touching.
You
were violently jerked
away.
Floating into the sea
of life.
I miss you.
poem by Heather Burns
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Refuge
(david henman)
Published by summerlea music, ltd. - bmi
Im but a lad, oh for Im twenty, tuned in to dreaming
Gazing at your sign, for mad men only, my poets screaming
I searched for you, but I cant find you
I searched for you, but I cant find you
Take me to the wild black seas of madness, the savage dancer
Clothe me in insanity and leave me, to find the answer
I searched for you, but I cant find you
I searched for you, but I cant find you
I searched for you, but I cant find you
I searched for you, but I cant find you
I searched for you, but I cant find you
I searched for you, but I cant find you
I searched for you, but I cant find you
I searched for you, but I cant find you
song performed by by April Wine
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A Hand
First Love's Touch,
mutual gathering was only through them,
our Hands.
We poets celebrate
Hearts and Souls;
Love too wields magic,
but neglect too often
those stalwart two-
the human hands-
we're birth'd with.
Entwined most
in our Corporeal Destinies
yet hands occupy
in the Pantheon of Graces
a position lower than should be.
Consider birth's first
is a touching hand.
First our eyes open
then
we are lifted by them.
Is not reaching for love
first with these twins?
Was not my First Love
first touched by them?
Did we not, we two, hold hands
along the heart-way walkways?
Did not these two first wave
sweet hellos and partings?
What poet's mind could word
without them?
Alas, too, it was these two
which fluttered dismissively
signaling
First Love was leaving.
At death's bed
the last we reach
for nurse, loved ones
or darlings,
with be with these two hands,
when from this world departing.
Is not electricity
generated by them
in the touching of our bodies?
Are not hands reaching on the Grecian Urn
expressing love's startings,
it's yawlings and yearnings?
I will die
as we all will-
its hands that will pray for me.
Coffin bound
I will lay,
my two hands crossing.
I am touched by loving hands
from birth
to Death's Regarding.
All my life these two ambassadors
convey
sweet touches
to me and from me
to others.
The tear of child
is reached by these
and Child Worlds mended.
Lover, I
have only these
to express what
what my Heart says
Love Is.
In the end
cry for them too:
Fluttering Twins,
unsung,
ungraced,
each hand-
perforce
will reach out
one to each-
one floating flower to another.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Hands Across The Sea
(findon/wilkins)
And therell be hands, hands across the sea
Touching everybody, joining you and me
If we could build a new horizon
Id like to see some changes made
When nations hear the voice of reason
And all the world live unafraid
And therell be hands, hands across the sea
People joined as one, innocent and free
And well have love, love and sympathy
Touching everybody, joining you and me
If we could share that new tomorrow
You with your troubles, me with mine
Then we could face the world together
With open heart and easy mind
And therell be hands, hands across the sea
People joined as one, innocent and free
And well have love, love and sympathy
Touching everybody, joining you and me
Hands across the sea
Hands across the sea
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Pounding
pounding, pounding nails,
pounding heartbeats, pounding feet.
pounding voices, pounding anger,
pounding need, pounding greed.
hungry, hungry eyes,
hungry souls, hungry holes.
hungry children, hungry countries,
hungry hands, hungry man.
throbbing, throbbing blood,
throbbing dreams, throbbing schemes.
throbbing ideas, throbbing hatred,
throbbing inside, throbbing cant hide.
touching, touching hearts,
touching true, touching you.
touching forbidden, touching daring,
touching color, touching wonder.
pounding, pounding nails...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Hold Your Hand A Walk Miles
I want to hold your hands & walk a miles
dont want to miss you even a while
My life is so beautiful caz
Dear. you entered in..My LIFE
Hug me for my worries to die
my tears to dry wait for you and
my lonliness to to fly to sky
it hurts me you know
how i sometimes can be little selfish
when it comes to you.
I am getting sentimental over you!
for god sake explain me why all those
i miss you every moment of the day,
i keep me awake just to listen you,
i keep me empty just for you to fill,
i keep me alive just to see you.
My morning miss you,
my evening all these years,
why you were there to wipe my tears.
Fear of future is worse then pain of the past
still i bother the least, caz you are there
even second are too long to miss you
I want to hold your hands & walk a miles
dont want miss you even a while
poem by Khushi throne
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Sweet Caroline
(words & music by neil diamond)
Where it began, I cant begin to know when
But then I know its growing strong
Oh, wasnt the spring, whooo
And spring became the summer
Whod believe youd come along
Hands, touching hands, reaching out
Touching me, touching you
Oh, sweet caroline
Good times never seem so good
Ive been inclined to believe it never would
And now i, I look at the night, whooo
And it dont seem so lonely
We fill it up with only two, oh
And when I hurt
Hurting runs off my shoulder
How can I hurt when holding you
Oh, one, touching one, reaching out
Touching me, touching you
Oh, sweet caroline
Good times never seem so good
Oh Ive been inclined to believe it never would
Ohhh, sweet caroline, good times never seem so good
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Will I
Will I miss the skies?
Will I miss the clouds?
Will I miss the ocean?
Will I miss the bay?
Will I miss the sunrise?
Will I miss the moon?
Will I miss the mountains?
Will I miss the trees?
Will I miss the city lights?
Will I miss the snow?
Will I miss the laughter?
Will I miss the jokes?
Will I miss touch?
Will I miss love?
Will I miss you?
Will i?
Will i?
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Nature's Wet Hands
The flood of Australia,
Of many cars, homes, animals, human beings and other items being washed away!
But, who can dry up nature's wet hands? ! !
Of floating cars and floating houses,
Of floating people and floating animals,
But, who can dry up nature's wet hands?
Of the rescue being taken up but,
Only few are accounted for;
Of Queensland full of many waters,
And of the many properties being destroyed! !
For the flood waters have taken away everything along its way in Queensland.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Touch
Thank you
Dont mention it
Im pleased to meet you
Dont think Im very good at this
Let me show
I dont wanna know
I just wanna go (down)
F-f-falling...the world is by your side
Falling...did you find a place to hide
I just wanna know
I just wanna go
T-t-touching you
T-t-touching you
T-t-touching you
She said, the twenty second floor
But I said, I cant think what its for
I just wanna know
I dont wanna go
T-t-touching you
T-t-touching you
T-t-touching you
Im t-t-touching you
T-t-touching you
T-t-touching you
T-t-touching you
song performed by by U2
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Sweet Caroline
(words & music by neil diamond)
Where it began, I cant begin to know when
But then I know its growing strong
Oh, wasnt the spring, whooo
And spring became the summer
Whod believe youd come along
Hands, touching hands, reaching out
Touching me, touching you
Oh, sweet caroline
Good times never seem so good
I made him climb to believe it never would
And now i, I look at the night, whooo
And it dont seem so lonely
We fill it up with only two, oh
And when I hurt
Hurting runs off my shoulder
How can I hurt when holding you
Oh, one, touching one, reaching out
Touching me, touching you
Oh, sweet caroline
Good times never seem so good
Oh I made him climb to believe it never would
Ohhh, sweet caroline, good times never seem so good
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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I Miss My Innocence
I miss my swing, I miss my whip,
I miss my mother's grip,
my dirty hands and my soiled feet
my filthy face, my innocence.
I miss the way i used my slipper,
the incorrect way of wearing my t-shirt
I miss my friends and their sweet grins,
the way we talk and brag,
I miss the places where we used to play-
I miss my childish years yeah!
i miss my innocence.
The Story Of A Search For A Poem
A man went in search of a Poem
He searched everywhere he walked
He searched inside himself
He searched inside the poems of others
He searched and searched -
And what came to him were fragments of many poems
And he thought perhaps that they themselves were the poem
But they refused to be satisfied with themselves-
So he searched for a way to put them together-
But in searching came upon more fragments
With each new fragment totally re-ordering those that had gone before-
So he thought ‘I went looking for one poem but found many
Perhaps there are only many poems’
And he began to write them down
And felt at times that he had found many poems
But always too he knew he had not found the one-
So he searched and searched again
And could not find the Poem-
He is still searching
And does not know where the poem is
Sometimes he thinks it is hidden in the many already written
But he does not have the eye to discern it the heart to feel it-
He now is surrounded by poems-
They are everywhere-
But he still cannot find the One Poem which is the Poem for him
The Poem which is his Poem and his Poem alone-
He says he is still searching and will search to the end of his days
But he is old now and soon may be too weak to search
And so the Poem he seeks the one he has longed for all his life
May never be found
Though he goes on searching still.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Touching
Touching are words expressed,
When hearts are filled with such emptiness.
Touching is that lost contact,
We long to hold and feel against our chests.
Touching are the flow of memories,
Coming when someone has left.
So touching we are when those times arrive.
And touching we wish,
To be done when the end comes.
As tears are cried.
And those with touching emotions,
Felt with sighs...
Inside.
Rising to surface...
Are not found to be at their best.
When wept!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Heartbeat
looking the sky,
I searched you.
there,
with my two eyes,
looking the sea,
I searched you.
but both places,
I got nothing,
you are not
before my eyes
at last,
I searched you within,
my heart.
and surprisingly my god!
I got you there.As an immortal piece
You are always with me
I have a sea of love for you
Just waiting!
When you will come in my life
As a newly married thus my wife.
in my heart
you live and throb.
same as my heartbeat
poem by Vizard Dhawan
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I Miss Home and My Sweet Sweetie
Every morning I wake up in this place
I think of home, familiar home
At home I would wake up to the sound of birds
Then do familiar things during the day
I miss home and my sweet Sweetie
Every morning I wake up in a strange bed
From breakfast on through all the day
I remember my sweet Sweetie
Wondering what she could be doing
I miss home and miss sweet Sweetie
Yesterday morning I went to the lake
I touched the water without excitement
I wished I was touching my sweet Sweetie
Or even bathing her
I miss home and my sweet Sweetie
This night I am late to sleep
I am thinking of my children
But I desire my sweet Sweetie more
Because touching her is my desire
I miss home and my sweet Sweetie
I will wake up in the morning
Having dreamt of my sweet Sweetie
Because she is on my mind even now at night!
I know I think of her day and night
I miss home and my sweet Sweetie
poem by Nyota Yasulwe
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Life is short, running like the wind (Song)
God Created, Given as a life.
Touching the people, leaving the people
Moving from place to place
Life is short, running like the wind.
Flowing through the valleys, touching the water
Flowing through the mountains, touching the cliffs
Flowing through the deserts,
Flowing on the oceans and
Running around the earth.
Life is short, running like the wind.
Touching the people, spinning the lives
Touching the old and touching the young
Touching the women and touching the men
Flowing on the ground and playing with the kids.
Life is short, running like the wind.
Running through the villages,
Gushing through the towns,
Swirling in the deserts,
Storming on the oceans,
Touching the earth and calming down.
Life is short, running like the wind.
Touching the flowers, spreading the fragrance
Flowing in the sky and flying the kites
Speeding in the places and spinning the windmills
Running on the rivers and pushing the boats
Life is short, running like the wind.
Days are in and nights are out
Seasons are spinning, time is running
Teja is playing, music sheet is ending
Life is short, running like the wind.
Eyes are closing, dreams are flowing
Going into sleep and day is moving
Life is short, running like the wind.
-o-
poem by Bhavani Polimetla
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I then wore his eyes…
I met him reading the forward on “Voices from Leimert Park: a poetry anthology”
Glued to his words; I wanted to wear his eyes
I searched and searched for his whereabouts
I then purchased a one-way ticket and slept between his words.
Pages after pages his poetry became my sanity
Drinking this marathon of knowing
I came across an image, What a beauty!
I then wore his eyes and saw…
Folds of memoirs,
An antic mahogany well polished and aged,
Eye lids heavy with expression,
Books resting on his shoulder,
His mouth full of “Beat” notes,
He is a graduate of life school
An alumnus of mother earth…
I then wore his soul…
Placed my face on the cold glass
watched “Jazz” floating on the bayou
I carved his name out of my pain,
whispered my want in his absence,
poetry touching my breast,
music kissing my lower lips,
in and out of consciousness,
I welcomed him.
I then wore his eyes…
Poetry, music, religion, humanity all that and more
by the time I finished my conversation
He stayed on the screen and I took him to my country.
dedicated to Bob Kaufman... American Beat poet and surrealist inspired by jazz music and revolutionist.
© 2009 Emu Getachew
poem by Emu Getachew
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Love Is A Lonely Place Without You
Love is a lonely place without you
I know Im not alone
I should not be afraid
Cause I hear your voice
And I know youre there beside me
And so I give my heart
I live to love again
But I cant let go
Of the way I feel about you
Love is a lonely place without you
I miss you
And youre almost here
And Im almost touching you
Love is a place I have to hide away
Ill never love this way again (again)
If love was ever true
I know it was with you
Cause you touch my soul and
You stay with me forever
No tears, no said goodbyes
There are no reasons why
But Im holding on
I believe in love eternal
Love is a lonely place without you
I miss you
And youre almost here
And Im almost touching you
Love is a place I have to hide away
Ill never love this way again (again)
Though Im moving on
Im still holding on - holding on - holding on
Love is a lonely place without you
I miss you
And youre almost here
And Im almost touching you
Love is a place I have to hide away
Ill never love this way again (again)
Love is a lonely place - a lonely place (x4)
song performed by by Cher
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Spanish Eyes
I met a girl at the carnival
In Rio De Janeiro
We danced all night on the boulevard
In doorways we did the tango
I miss her lips
And the way she sashayed her hips
As she shook her shoulders
I miss the smell of her hair
I don't care if it takes my whole life
CHORUS
We were dancing in the summer rain
We were dancing through the night
She never said her real name
So I called her Spanish Eyes
Spanish Eyes...
The sun came up
And the girl was gone
Her masquerade was over
I searched the streets
Drunk with love
But no one seemed to know her
I miss the touch
Of her body so much
I long for the warmth inside her
Somewhere in time she will come back to me
And I'll spend my whole life beside her
REPEAT CHORUS
song performed by by Ricky Martin from Ricky Martin
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On to the lighter side of life
Time for the lighter side of life
Like standing on a garden seeing flowers bloom
In a constant rain
Looking at
Red petals of a china rose,
Seeing a yellow butterfly
So lightly floating in air, fluttering
A very light sight
You seldom see, you have been too
Contained inside
The theoretical workings of your mind,
You are touching leaves
Of a maiden’s hair, it feels so light
Some morning dews like pearls still
Attached to a white rose
You touch it with your fingers,
It feels so light, you take some deep breaths
And some sighs, you stretch your body,
Touching some dancing ladies
In full array in bloom in
Sunshine, you touch sunlight
It feels so light, so light you feel like
You are levitating to all these now
You miss these lighter things,
Your head is heavy with a lot of nonsense things,
Your neck pains, your heart pains,
Perhaps it is time to breathe,
now embrace these lighter things.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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