My class reunion
She shands upright upon my pedistal.
Giving me comfort, pleasure and assurance.
She is ingrained in my most haloed idyllic childhood memories.
Meeting her is a familaur anxiety filled with passionate emotional maturity.
For a while to adore her belongs only to me.
Consuming my couristy, causing congenial conversations celebrateing complicated compositions of life.
Virtious fate for the infringing hour of sensible, dignifed painful departure.
Flagrant clock, Fleeds the fobiden indulgent, gracious, unremorsful touches.
Softening determatal change of time of which no classmate is exempt.
Forsee the frail moments belonging only to us.
Don't want her to fall in love with me?
Just furnish a small sensual spot in her heart to return again,
Savory personal enjoyment to cherish the next five years.
poem by Howard Johnson
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I Love Sensual Women
I love sensual women and not passionate ones. A passionate woman closes her eyes, moans and shouts and the enjoyment of a passionate woman is blind.
A passionate woman writhes about, grabs you with her hands without looking where, clasps you, kisses you, even bites you and hurries to reach her climax as soon as she can. She has no time to display her sexual organs, no time to examine, touch with the hand and kiss your sexual organs, she is in such a hurry to slake her passion. Having slaked her passion, the passionate woman will fall asleep. The sexual organs of a passionate woman are dry. A passionate woman is always in some way or another mannish.
The sensual woman is always feminine.
Her contours are rounded and abundant.
The sensual woman rarely reaches a blind passion. She savours sexual enjoyment.
The sensual woman is always a woman and even in an unaroused state her sexual organs are moist. She has to wear a bandage on her sexual organs, so as not to soak them with moisture.
When she takes the bandage off in the evening, the bandage is so wet that it can be squeezed out.
Thanks to such an abundance of juices, the sexual organs of a sensual woman give off a slight, pleasant smell which increases strongly when the sensual woman is aroused. Then the juice from her sexual organs is secreted in a syrupy stream.
A sensual woman likes you to examine her sexual organs.
poem by Daniil Ivanovich Kharms
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Love Not Hate Sestina
I'm so glad that I found you my love
You must have been sent to me from above
You have taught me to never hate
Our lives entwined, it must be fate.
You and yours, I'll always cherish
Even after I shall perish
Us not being one, is a thought I perish
The nights are better with you my love
Our days together I will always cherish
My favorite times, watching the stars above
Is this our destiny, or is it just fate
The nights without you, I will always hate
Devotion is so much better than hate
These feelings I have, shall never perish
Our lives together, such a great fate
Shall this diminish, never my love
Only if the moon falls from above
Shall I stop loving the woman that I cherish
To adore, to care, to want and to cherish
These feelings are here to deny that I hate
Anything that lives on the earth or above
My heart sinks, when I see one perish
Your influence is that strong, my love
And from now on you determine our fate
I'm not sure what has decided my fate
But I must accept that fact and cherish
The knowledge that I have been given your love
To keep within my heart and never hate
The others in your life, before they perish
Because they too, were sent from above
Sometimes my heart soars in the clouds above
Never denying this grand glorious fate
Hoping that it will stay and not ever perish
Of this my Lord, I pray you will cherish
Our relationship, and not allow hate
To interrupt this wondrous time, with my love
I beseech the Lord above, to help me to always cherish
Our time, for it taught me, my fate is to adore, and never hate
Even after I do perish, you'll be my very essence, my love
poem by J.B. LeBuert
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I Believe In You.... Dear
life is full of meaning that only you and i can tell
everything we share and take, is just but a memories
to remember, that we have partake, the pain and joy is
an experienced of life, a thing to ponder, that we live
is not a journey of lossing oneself but a giving of the best
in you, in giving we learn to live again
life has no contenment it is in our heart that makes it
satisfying to live, for in dying oneself we learn that giving is
something most value of what our soul cherish, our heart desire
to live of what is love, but only in giving that we die
life desire the best to live, for in you, i learn to die, a painful life
encounter of my soul, it is in giving of what is dying that the
meaning of existence is dying the most value in you
your not an angel that i forsake, not even God whom i adore,
nor the master of myself that i respect, or a designer of my
destiny, yet your the wisdom of time that makes me what i am
life that i live with you, is but a searcher of who iam in you, in the
universe, in the moment of time where i exist, your something
that my soul can't resist......
a light that transcent beyond my sight
a sky that i can reach and touch
a horizon of rays that only i can feel
a beauty that flows within my soul
a wisdom that only you can whisper in my heart
a voice of en endless time that tells me that i am not alone
life we take in our journey to the beyond time, is wonderful, and the
answer of fate we meet is a beginning of our unending committment
to live where it ends
poem by Antonio Liao
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Cherish
Cherish
those who are close to you
before they go away.
Cherish
all your memories
in case they fade someday.
Cherish
each day you have,
treat it as your last.
Cherish
everything you have
ensuring they never get lost.
Cherish
every moment
as if it maybe your last.
Cherish
everything you possess,
as you might never get it again.
Cherish
your life,
as it is the only one you got.
Cherish
your health
if it fails you will fade away.
Cherish
the love of others
and return it equally.
But most of all
cherish everything.
18 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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My Childhood Memories
Childhood memories are often steeped in mystery.
The older we get the memories exclude
sometimes things we might find painful as we journeyed on.
I tried to visualise my childhood as a happy one,
though I know in my heart it was a very much lonely one.
Not only was I shy, but I never mixed very well.
I spent so much of my time nearly always on my own.
The only exciting time I can remember
was one summer I spent with friends of my father
whom I referred to as Aunt Elsie and Uncle Jim.
For the two months I spent with them
in a small town called Allison
hold some of the best memories of my childhood.
It was away from my parents
and into someone’s house that cared.
I went fishing every day
in the stream at the end of the garden,
made many friends
and had one of the most enjoyable times
of my childhood
that will always live within me.
5-6 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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Turn Back The Clock
Another day is ended
And I still cant sleep
Remembering my yesterdays
I begin to weep
If I could have it over
Live my life again
I wouldnt change a single day
(chorus)
I wish that I could turn back the clock
Bring the wheels of time to stop
Back to the days when life was so much better
Lying here in silence
Picture in my hand
Of a boy I still resemble
But I no longer understand
And as the tears run freely
How I realise they were the best years of my life
(chorus)
You might say its just
A case of giving up
No
But without these memories where is the love
Where is the love
If I could have it over
Live my life again
I wouldnt change a single day
(chorus)
Why cant I turn back the clock
Bring the wheels of time to a stop
Back to the days
Oh no no
I remember when
Life was so good
Id go back Id I could
Oh oh I wouldnt change a single day
Dont let the memories slip away
I wouldnt change a single day
Dont let the memories slip away
song performed by by Johnny Hates Jazz
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Cherish The Child
Cherish the child within your care
While childhood yet remains,
Anoint your love with precious prayer
Regardless of life's pains...
For sorrow comes to one and all,
No matter who you are,
Yet we must rise each time we fall,
No matter, near or far...
Cherish the child within your reach
While childhood yet exists,
For close-at-hand there's time to teach,
If patience still persists...
Rewards await the heart that shows
A constant love each day,
A love that gently glows and glows,
No matter, come what may...
Cherish the child within your life
While childhood runs its course,
Against this world so full of strife,
Its follies to enforce...
Protect each fragile fragrant flower
So that the child may bloom...
With love the everlasting power
That brightens up each room...
Cherish the child, that little one,
That sacred soul God gave
From when its life has just begun
Until your final wave...
God's promises can be believed,
Your hopes and dreams are known...
Our Father blesses prayers received
From those He calls His own...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Ingrained
memory ingrained in the memory,
faces ingrained in the wood.
light ingrained in the darkness,
evil ingrained in the good.
poor man ingrained in the bricks
that built the rich man's home.
father ingrained in the child,
his destination, gone...
freedom ingrained in oppression,
moth ingrained in the flame.
tomorrow ingrained in today,
the nameless ingrained in the name.
courage ingrained in the fears
that determination overcomes.
God ingrained in the human,
left standing when all is done!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Nicole Weir
Into this world
Born quiet and sweet.
So gracious and cute
No one can dispute.
Just like her Mother
And she like her Mother before.
Inquisitive, aggressive
But humble whom others adore.
No one can imagine
What her future can bring
But regardless of her problems
I know she will lift her voice
And continue to sing.
A song filled with comfort
A song filled with love.
A song filled with joy
A song filled with peace.
A song from the heart
A song sent from above.
poem by Cecelia Weir
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That's All
I can only give you love that lasts forever,
And a promise to be near each time you call.
And the only heart I own
For you and you alone
That's all,
That's all
I can only give you country walks in springtime
And a hand to hold when leaves begin to fall;
And a love whose burning light
Will warm the winter's night
That's all,
That's all.
There are those I am sure who have told you,
They would give you the world for a toy.
All I have are these arms to enfold you,
And a love time can never destroy.
If you're wondering what I'm asking in return, dear,
You'll be glad to know that my demands are small.
Say it's me that you'll adore,
For now and evermore
That's all,
That's all.
If you're wondering what I'm asking in return, dear,
You'll be glad to know that my demands are small.
Say it's me that you'll adore,
For now and evermore
That's all,
That's all.
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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In Heart In Mind
In heart in mind there is no time
each moment merges with these moods of mine
others missunderstood and couldn't see
my neediness comes from my childhood days
when i craved love hugs warmth and praise
instead i found anger, hurt and rejection
which comes back to me in moments of silent reflection
these moments which leave others lost and confused
are the times im rembering how i was abused
there is a small child held dear in my heart
who cries each night long alone in the dark
who no one hears exept myself
my sadness effects my emotional health and others to.
to her people are cold, cruel and unforgiving
her life hardly seems worth the effort of living
if no one hears her i know i must
there must be someone for this child to trust
there was no rescue in those distant childhood days
and all these years later i still long to be saved
so when i seem down and reach for your touch
try to understand why i need it so much
don't ignore me when i act juevenille but hug me and hold me for the sake of that child.
poem by Kelly Louise Houseman
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Marry Anniversary
This a special day
many have gone
lots more to come
special moments, eventful times
memories of the years that past
from the first we met, I knew
there would not be any like you
to change my world, spark my life
create amazing adventures
survived the bad times
struggles, fights, make ups
seeing your smile and sparkling eyes
still melt me after all these years
this day brings fond memories
of our wedding day
seeing you in that beautiful wedding gown
the same one your mother was married in
seeing you walk in your fathers arms down the aisle
was like living a dream of happiness
what the future had for us
stronger and wiser we are
I wouldn't change anything
to be with you has been amazing and wonderful
spending our adult lives together was a trip
a journey many have failed, but we prevailed
I would do it all again over and over
walking arm in arm till the end of time
there no one as beautiful or as special as you
from deep in my heart and in my soul
Your the one I am forever in love with
in our later years I cherish every moment together
the many kisses, the dances, the tears and the smiles
waking up with you next to me is heaven
Many more years for you and I
Love you more now then the day I said I Do
Marry Anniversary, My dear Love
poem by Michael Peterson
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The Usurer
FATE says, and flaunts her stores of gold,
'I'll loan you happiness untold.
What is it you desire of me?'
A perfect hour in which to be
In love with life, and glad, and good,
The bliss of being understood,
Amid life's cares a little space
To feast your eyes upon a face,
The whispered word, the love-filled tone,
The warmth of lips that meet your own,
To-day of Fate you borrow;
In hunger of the heart, and pain,
In loneliness, and longing vain,
You pay the debt to-morrow!
Prince, let grim Fate take what she will
Of treasures rare, of joys that thrill,
Enact the cruel usurer's part,
Leave empty arms and hungry heart,
Take what she can of love and trust,
Take all life's gladness, if she must,
Take meeting smile and parting kiss–
The benediction and the bliss.
What then? The fairest thing of all
Is ours, O Prince, beyond recall–
Not even Fate would dare to seize
Our store of golden memories.
poem by Jean Blewett
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The First Time We Fall In Love
How well I remember my very first love affair.
Those juvenile fantasies and innocent dreams we shared.
But we're too blind to realize that we are totally unprepared
For the first time we fall in love.
We think it's forever, the first time we fall in love.
We always treasure the first time we fall in love.
Those other romances come and go,
But we cherish the memory of
The first time we fall in love.
First love can be such a strain.
It can rule your head, it can bring you pain,
And when it ends it seems such a shame.
The first time we fall in love,
Can make you sad, it can keep you awake,
It can drive you mad.
People say you're too young and it's only a fad
The first time we fall in love.
The first time we fall in love.
The first time I fell out of love, it knocked me through the floor.
My world came crashing down, it shook me to the core.
I was unprepared 'cos I was only a kid
And I was much too young and I wasn't equipped
For the emotional pressures and stresses of it.
But oh, I'll never forget
The way that she looked the first time we met.
Time goes by but we never forget
The first time we fall in love.
Love can be exciting, it can be a bloody bore.
Love can be a pleasure or nothing but a chore.
Love can be like a dull routine,
It can run you around till you're out of steam.
It can treat you well, it can treat you mean,
Love can mess you around,
I can pick you up, it can bring you down.
But they'll never know
The feelings we show
The first time we fall in love.
The first time we fall in love.
song performed by by Kinks
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Magic Moments
(h. david / b. bacharach)
Magic moments, when two hearts are caring.
Magic moments, memories weve been sharing.
Ill never forget the moment we kissed,
The night of the hay-ride.
The way that we hugged and tried to keep warm
On taking the sleigh-ride.
Magic moments, when two hearts are caring.
Magic moments, memories weve been sharing.
Time cant erase, the memory of
These magic moments, filled with love.
The telephone call that tied up the line
For hours and hours.
The saturday dance I got up the nerves
To send you some flowqers.
Magic moments, when two hearts are caring.
Magic moments, memories weve been sharing.
Time cant erase, the memory of
These magic moments, filled with love.
The way that we cheered on one of our team
For scoring a touch-down.
The time when the floor fell out of my car,
When I put the clutch down.
The petty arcade, the games that we played,
The fun and the prizes.
The halloween hop, when everyone came
In funny disguises.
Magic moments, filled with love. (la la la la la la)
song performed by by Erasure
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Love Spell
If when we fall in love the love is so great,
Every day I won't be in this world I hate.
Every night i'd fall asleep,
Hoping you'll wake up next to me.
We aren't perfect, we all make mistakes,
We will get through them, doesn't matter how long it takes.
I love you; I think you love me,
But, why is this love so crucial and mean.
Our love is passionate and full of wonders,
Atleast that's true for real young lovers.
Every kiss is like a magical fairy tale waitin' to be told,
My final chapter is with you my heart is sold.
When i'm with you my heart skips a beat,
Then strollin' down, is a tear upon my cheek.
This is something strong that i hope we both feel,
Cause you made my fairy tale dream come real.
I only want you, no one else,
Just to cherish the memories and moments we both felt.
poem by Jocelyn Fonseca
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The First And Last Time
Since we first met, I can’t seem to forget you
You mesmerize me with your beautiful face
There are not enough words to describe
How perfect you are
It’s like you’re my guardian angel
I felt your presence when I needed someone to comfort me
I felt your existence in the weakest moments of my life
I felt your support in every little things I’ve done
And every time you look at me
I’ve felt that you could see right through me
I’ve feel that you could see all that I have been through
All the happiness, sadness, misery, and accomplishment in my life
And I’m glad that I have a chance to know you
Even in just a short time
So now I must wake up in this beautiful dream
But still my heart refuses to let go
And now I must face the facts that we cannot be together
But still my heart refuses to give up
And I just want you to know what I feel for you
Even though you just see me as a friend
Don’t worry about me, I will not be sad
Instead I will cherish the moments were together
I just want you to be happy even if it means giving up my love for you
And I want you to know that I am always her for you as your friend.
poem by Jhustin Sanao
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Snail Crossing.... (Part Six)
the life well lived is composed
of small things, small happenings,
and small touches...
for it is in these most simple and
real of moments that we evolve...
a word spoken in kindness....
a meal shared, an hour or two
of listening...
a choice made from selfless compassion...
these are the moments of eternity,
the trace of our living that remains...
and the steps to the temple,
of understanding, and freedom.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Old School House At Ruby
In old school house yard at Ruby a dark brown shorthorn cow
And leghorn pullets cackling beneath the cypress bough
This school must hold good memories and memories live somehow
Here in their lunch hour children played but where are those children now? .
The old school room now a tea room has undergone some change
And if past pupil came back here he'd find the place quite strange
Where is the desk he sat at? the blackboard is not there
And time has brought change to Ruby as it has done elsewhere.
The old school house at Ruby a memory of past years
Here Ruby children sang and laughed and shed their fledgeling tears
And do those children of Ruby who now live far away
In dreams return to old school house and Ruby childhood day? .
The old school house at Ruby a memory of the past
And time has brought about some change and time bring change too fast
This school must hold good memories and memories live somehow
Here in their lunch hour children played but where are those children now? .
poem by Francis Duggan
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First Time We Fall In Love
How well I remember my very first love affair.
Those juvenile fantasies and innocent dreams we shared.
But were too blind to realize that we are totally unprepared
For the first time we fall in love.
We think its forever, the first time we fall in love.
We always treasure the first time we fall in love.
Those other romances come and go,
But we cherish the memory of
The first time we fall in love.
First love can be such a strain.
It can rule your head, it can bring you pain,
And when it ends it seems such a shame.
The first time we fall in love,
Can make you sad, it can keep you awake,
It can drive you mad.
People say youre too young and its only a fad
The first time we fall in love.
The first time we fall in love.
The first time I fell out of love, it knocked me through the floor.
My world came crashing down, it shook me to the core.
I was unprepared cos I was only a kid
And I was much too young and I wasnt equipped
For the emotional pressures and stresses of it.
But oh, Ill never forget
The way that she looked the first time we met.
Time goes by but we never forget
The first time we fall in love.
Love can be exciting, it can be a bloody bore.
Love can be a pleasure or nothing but a chore.
Love can be like a dull routine,
It can run you around till youre out of steam.
It can treat you well, it can treat you mean,
Love can mess you around,
I can pick you up, it can bring you down.
But theyll never know
The feelings we show
The first time we fall in love.
The first time we fall in love.
song performed by by Kinks
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