Thoughts
Creative thoughts-I let them dance alone
On empty shores of hopeful bliss
Their beauty can my life enhance
As your tender kiss
Creative thoughts-Not touched by things
Nor pierced by words or sound,
Or distractive clowns
In ecstasy
I feel their fashion of lifting wings
That raise me far from distractive things.
poem by Howard Johnson
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Creative Mind
So gentle and warm
is the creative mind,
tender is the heart
for a creative mind.
You bring down the
love from heaven
with your creative mind
and thoughts from within.
A gift you have sharing
your inner feelings,
from your heart,
so the world can see,
the love you have
for the beauty of
things you see
through your eyes only.
(4-10-07)
What I feel
After every month, I know
you are near, I wait anxious
but for a moment I think of how
you take me for granted.
I feel like I’ve been violated,
I feel used like when
People use a cloth, and then they
throw it out, or like when a child
throws his toy after playing
with it for a while, because
Is old or it looks warn out.
I feel like you need me, but
only for a moment, not for the
time I deserve to be needed.
It's been five months, and I
feel like I’ve never been with you.
I feel lost without your love, without
that little time you bring into my
world. I need to tell you what I feel,
how much hurt I have in me, but
how, how to describe this to you.
How, how can I do what is needed
when all I feel is pain.
why? , why is it that loving you is
so painful to me. When love should be
like flouting, feeling light headed
with distractive thoughts that make
one feel intoxicated with love and pleasures..
The passion, the unforgiving love
that settles in my weary walls.
In my senses, and in my existence. Why
do I not feel the love, if it is you who I love,
Because loving you is all I want
to do, why do I not feel it? The love,
I just don’t feel it anywhere.
Not in the air, in your words, or
in your touch, or your absence, why?
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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The gays like 'Project Runway' because it's a fashion, and the gays are into fashion and into design. It's a creative industry, and most of the gays are pretty creative, in general. That's just like the culture. We're not all into politics necessarily. We're more into the creative environment. I also think Heidi is a big draw. The boys love Heidi and think she's so fabulous. I just think it's a glitzy, fun show, and there are also always lots of gay boys on it, and, you know, that's fun.
quote by Christian Siriano
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First Encounter - Winnie Loo
Winnie Loo
just quite a cut
above the rest
wikipedia - Winnie Loo is world renowned for her pair of magical hands that can enhance an individual's beauty with her creative craftsmanship and audacious hair styles. A prominent figure in the world of hairdressing, she started off only as a junior stylist in London and strived all the way to become one of Malaysia's most awarded hairdresser bearing the title of the Best Hairstylist for the Malaysian International Fashion Awards (MIFA) 2003 and also winning the World Master of Craft in New York in 1997. Her achievements are recognized globally with her appointment as the Creative Ambassador for Schwarzkopf since 2001.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Love Consuming
Thoughts of you consume me
Hold power over me every
Second of the day
I wonder at His glory that is
a woman and ask who is
She that walks so proudly?
Thoughts of you consume me
Hold power over me every
Dream I dream
You walk through me like
A chill on winters eve. I see
You but I am but a shade
Unto you
Thoughts of you consume me
Hold power over me every
Breathe I take
You are the forest to my trees
That hide me from your sight.
We dance the dance of the
Stars and thoughts of you
Consume me
Thoughts of you consume me
Hold power over me every
Death I die
Her being, her beauty burns
Through me. I died in her
Passing when she smiled unto
Me
Thoughts of you consume me
Hold power over me every
Kiss you kiss me...
poem by Leonid Gonzalez
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Day to Day
We wake up every morning with this balance
and walk around all day with falsey grins
We look up every moment for the good things
and dance around when happiness begins
Then good things run away before the darkness
and breaking things looks better than before
Then hopeful thoughts are crushed into the nether
and less the likely happens like the chore
poem by Poet Dragon
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My God, I Thank Thee who Hast Made
My God, I thank Thee who hast made
The earth so bright;
So full of splendour and of joy,
Beauty and light;
So many glorious things are here,
Noble and right!
I thank Thee, too, that Thou hast made
Joy to abound;
So many gentle thoughts and deeds
Circling us round,
That in the darkest spot of earth
Some love is found.
I thank Thee more that all our joy
Is touched with pain;
That shadows fall on brightest hours;
So that earth's bliss may be our guide,
And not our chain.
For Thou, who knowest, Lord, how soon
Our weak heart clings,
Hath given us joys, tender and true,
Yet all with wings;
So that we see, gleaming on high,
Diviner things.
I thank Thee, Lord, that Thou hast kept
The best in store:
We have enough, yet not too much
To long for more;
A yearning for a deeper peace,
Not known before.
poem by Adelaide Anne Procter
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Fear of my thoughts
You make me fear the thoughts in my brain
For the things I think
Of you
Thoughts which are't to be thought
Things which will never occur
I fear the thoughts in my mind
For they are things I long for
Things I know will never happen
Becasue you and I can't happen
I fear the thoughts inmy mind
because you are there every time
I can't visit my own mind
My own thoughts sadden me and enrich me with anger
Am angry atmelf
I fear my own thoughts
Just because it has what I want
Because I'm green with envy at it
Because you're there and not out here
I fear my own thoughts...
poem by Cannita Melius
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Ecstasy
(eric carmen)
When I think of all your lovin, it makes me shiver
cause when I get home just wait till I get you alone
Ecstasy, when you touch me Im in ecstasy
No one else could do the thing you do
Let me please you, too, tonight
Ecstasy, when you kiss me Im in ecstasy
No one else could make me feel this way
Tell me that youll stay tonight
When you wrap your love around me and move so gently
I feel it begin, dont stop, I can feel my head spinning
Ecstasy, when you touch me Im in ecstasy
No one else could do the things you do
Let me please you, too, tonight
Ecstasy, when you kiss me Im in ecstasy
No one else could make me feel this way
Tell me that youll stay tonight
Baby, baby I just wanna make you feel the way I do
You got my back bone shakin
And my poor heart breakin in two
When I think of all your lovin, it makes me shiver
cause when I get home, just wait till I get you alone
Ecstasy, when you touch me Im in ecstasy
No one else could do the things you do
Let me please you, too, tonight
Ecstasy, when you kiss me Im in ecstasy
No one else could make me feel this way
Tell me that youll stay tonight
When you wrap your love around me and move so gently
I feel it begin, dont stop, I can feel my head spinning
Ecstasy, when you touch me Im in ecstasy
No one else could do the things you do
Let me please you, too, tonight
Ecstasy, when you kiss me Im in ecstasy
No one else could make me feel this way
Tell me that youll stay tonight.
Stay tonight, stay today!
song performed by by Eric Carmen
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The creative and the receptive
To sing is creative; to listen is receptive.
To play is creative; to watch is receptive.
To write is creative; to read is receptive.
In sex, man is creative and woman, receptive.
21.09.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Gift Giving
I leave my words and thoughts to those
who love the things I do.
The simplicity of nature and all her gifts
to help us see life through,
The graciousness of a tender heart
that offers to kindred souls
gifts beyond our limited sight
that softens the bell that tolls.
And in return I ask of thee naught
for my God has filled my wants.
He's given me all my words and thoughts
and in return I gift them to you.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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A sudden stare
Her eyes in a deep blue hue caught me,
they were prettier than eyes should be
and for a long moment as I drove by
time stretched out to an eternity.
Still I wonder about what I did see
when dumbfounded by her beauty,
there were thoughts that we did share,
as in almost a moment of ecstasy
but there was more to it than sudden bliss,
a gaze that I could not miss
in a kind of strange togetherness,
a departure from how life usually is
there were thoughts captured in each others stare,
and her beauty, her loveliness was rare
while we comprehended a kind of sudden joy
as if nothing else but we were there.
poem by Gert Strydom
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A Creative Heart
Where is a creative heart in grave,
all we pray for is acheivement,
ignoring our creative attitude and pure
heart, we keep praying yet our heart are creative in all areas,
can a creative heart be seen by a faded heart?
Indeed no heart is weak.
poem by Senator alufalism
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Come Talk With Me
Come talk with me of many a thing,
Of autumn hues, and the buds of spring,
Of cloudy skies and the sunshine's beams,
The sharp reality, and the gentle dreams.
Come talk with me of joyful times,
Of fun and laughter and pantomimes,
Of life's sweet pleasures, delights and thrills,
But not of sadness or our earthly ills.
Come talk with me of love and bliss,
Of how we felt on our first kiss,
Of when we two became as one,
And our life together became fine-spun.
Come talk with me of everything,
Of bees and birds upon the wing,
Of nature's rare beauty all around,
Things that can so, the mind, astound.
Come talk with me, converse a while,
Of precious thoughts that raise a smile,
Of remembering something that is really true,
That you're here for me and I'm here for you.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Happiness
Can you tell me what I like to hear
all the things that bring to my ear
joyous thoughts, pleasing words
that makes me feel like everything's right
within my world that I hold dear?
Can I close ny eyes and never see
all the things that bring to me
painful scenes, hurtful sights
that makes me feel like everything's wrong
within my world that's dimmed the lights?
Can I breathe in all the sweet aromas
of all the things to remind me where home is.
Pine and cedar, salty sea air
that makes me feel like there is nowhere
within my world that brings such bliss?
If I can hear the things I love
and I can always stay above
all the things that make me sad
and I can inhale the scents I've had
within my world to remind me of
my inner self?
Then happiness is mine.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Sleepless In Mindanao Island
the mind is nude
the air is warm
inside this darkness
a single lamp
flickers... i am sleepless
again in Mindanao island
the last window is closed.
the monitor lights and blinks
and the sound of the keys
start to run, fingers playing
on words, words
making love with thoughts
the ecstasy is felt once,
twice, and then the rapture
of beauty, the dance of grace,
the steady trickle of
emotions, there is music
this poem for you.
love and sleeplessness.
lust and restlessness.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Some Girl
She's just some ordinary girl with a pretty face
Some beauty I don't know and someone I exaggerate
She's a muse to me, pictures of her inspire my poems
I write about her life and its something I don't know
I stare at her, and she stares back, I know but she doesn't
And its feels empty, a picture can't be loved or loving
My desires for her are what draws me to ponder about her
Words of romance fill my void and I am lonely no longer
Maybe its just natural, to desire for the beautiful
But something in the way she looks makes my mind full
Of thoughts of us somewhere, loving life, we are in bliss
In a state of happiness with her nothing will be missed
A pen and paper is all that I need to convey to her
My thoughts of her, I hope one day she reads these words
And we'll be in love as reality is written from my mind
Romance between me and her, my fantasies become my life
poem by Piscine Kipling
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Old Fashioned Lover
it is said that 'feelings should be seen'.
that is every womans dream.
to prevent the hurt and ease the pain
because no two loves are ever the same.
what good would it be, if every feeling you could see.
you could never have a surprise 'of that there is no lie'.
' i'll take the good old fashion love'.
so in my way, i could show exactly what i feel
and that my love is real.
a poem written or taken from a book.
it gives your love a brand new look.
a bouquet of flowers to compliment the hour.
even a small rose that tickles the nose.
all these little things a true lover brings.
a thought of a memory past
that in her heart, you know did last.
a joke, a smile, a tender kiss
something that you know she will miss.
the caressing of her face, your fingers
running through her hair, just to show how much you care.
all these things i would do, just to show
how much i love you.
i want to walk down the street
holding hands and looking at you.
and that you could do, the same thing too.
if you was able to see everyones
thoughts and dislikes, you would always be in a fight.
i prefer to be the old fashion lover
throughout our history, there has been no other.
as a woman, you want to feel his sensations
his fixations and his desires.
so that you could put out that fire.
love is not like a t.v. dinner that you
pop into the oven for it to get hot.
love is like boiling water in a pot
and you as the cook, know when to stop.
poem by Louis Rams
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Inner Child
Fight the bonds with growing older
Listen to the child in your heart
Resist the urge to let it go
Don't let two great things fall apart
Step away from the normalcy
Keep your imagination bright
Run from the creative blocks
That attack you from left and right
Keep finding joy in the simple things
Like a rainbow in the sky
Keep being thankful for living
Yet be unafraid to die
There is this child deep inside
That you can't let society take away
Don't let them kill the creative spark
Without this child it cannot stay
Don't let them strangle you with maturity
And please don't try to grow up too fast
Appreciate life's simple treasures
So you can help your Inner Child last
poem by Tatianna Rei Moonshadow
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Empty
A table, chair,
and empty wall
surround me where I sit,
my thoughts hark back
to days gone by
and the way it used to be.
Everything was touched
with love;
its warmth enveloped me here.
Every room was filled
with wonderful things
dotted here and there.
The walls were never empty,
pictures and photographs
looked down at me,
as I would sit here.
Someone had forgotten bills
that had to be paid.
Then came the bailiffs.
I look around and everything is gone.
My life is left in misery.
Oh, what happened?
What went so dearly wrong?
Our loving home is now empty, even of you.
27 June 2007
poem by David Harris
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