Feather Bed (Love Poem)
Softness envelopes you like a warm cloud
Sensuous touch brings us closer than skin
Time stops for almost endless moments as
We fly higher than the moon in the morning.
We are always good together methinks and
'Nothing can do us any harm'- like that song
We made out to from the White Album many
Years ago when you were just as beautiful
As you are today in our rumpled feather bed.
poem by Ian Beckett
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New Warm Skin (demo)
One fatal gift
Arrived here today
Heavenly sent
From the beauticians that pray
Here comes that face
And it's a textural treat
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
New
Warm
Skin
New
Warm
Expensive to touch
It's a novocaine skin
Beauty; this beast
Is transparent and thin
This sun can be cruel
I don't want to melt
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
New Warm Skin
New Warm Skin
New Warm Skin
New Warm
One fatal gift
Arrived here today
Contorted dreams
Of the beauticians that pray
Crawling out of this heat
And drifting this way
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
New Warm Skin
New Warm Skin
New Warm Skin
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
song performed by by Simple Minds
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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New Warm Skin
One fatal gift
Arrived here today
Heavenly sent
From the beauticians that pray
Here comes that face
And its a textural treat
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
New
Warm
Skin
New
Warm
Expensive to touch
Its a novocaine skin
Beauty; this beast
Is transparent and thin
This sun can be cruel
I dont want to melt
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
New warm skin
New warm skin
New warm skin
New warm
One fatal gift
Arrived here today
Contorted dreams
Of the beauticians that pray
Crawling out of this heat
And drifting this way
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
New warm skin
New warm skin
New warm skin
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
Lyrics : j kerr music : simple minds (c) emi publishing ltd reproduced without permission
song performed by by Simple Minds
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Made Love Today
Soulful and tender
Step by step
I drew its outline
With my aura
I made love today
As I spoke my inner-most thoughts
And listened to his
As he-
He cajoled and teased
Until I gave in to his hunger
I made love today
I felt his touch gently
Caress my skin
And his breath warm against my cheek
His heartbeat drummingg
In time with mine
In time with earths' beat
Be Good Be Good
Do Good
I watched him as he slipped into
My dreams
His smile when he twitched at my touch
The joy on his face as he awoke and realised
I'd been watching his every move
Every flicker of his eyelids hearing him snore
Like the promise of long overdue rains thundering in the Western skies
I made love today
And No!
It wasn't all about
our bodies uniting as one-
It was being taken
On a journey
From your comfort zone
through
A maze of your deepest fears
and finally coming to rest
on the alps of your dreams
It was putting away all things pretentious
and just being-You
I made love today -with myself
Only myself was a man
And damn- was he fine
I made love today
With myself
Myself
In you
With you
In me
I made love today
With myself
only myself
was a man-
You- me
Be Good Be good Do good
I made love today
With you and we became one
poem by Anita Markallay Harding
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Caveman Head
Feel my body breathing in
Touch the softness of my skin...
I am very beautiful
I can be so beautiful...
I am very beautiful
I could be successful...
My hands are moving
My feet are tied
Watch the way my hair falls down
See the way my hair falls down
I am very beautiful
I can be so beautiful
Touch the softness of my skin
Feel my body breathing in
My hands are moving
My feet are tied
My eyes are closing
My mouth is wide
I will let you touch me
If you want to touch me
song performed by by Eurythmics
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Time To Make You Mine (In My Dreams Mix)
Time to make you mine --- Lisa Stansfield
Written by Stansfield/Devaney/Morris
>From the album "Real Love"
Only in my dreams
I've seen the way it's gonna be
I've waited for this moment
the moment when we shared ourselves
this moment can't be thought about
It has to be felt
We're closer to each other
closer than we've ever been
Seeing things things we've never seen before
I've dreamed your fingers touch me a thousand thime
Dreamed the warm skin of your body burning next to mine
Kissed you sugar lips, carressed your hips
Now we're together baby now it's time..
time to make you mine
time to make you mine
The sweet anticipation of hands I know with touch me soon
Two fascination shadows move in time
Spoken..
I know what it's gonna be
me and you you and me
I thought that it would never be
I only knew it in my dreams
Even though you're here with me
I never thought I'd feel such ecstasy
We're closer to each other
Closer than we've ever been
Seeing things things we've never seen before
song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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A Paradise in a little house
Good morning Lord...
Thanks for this beautiful morning
I still can hear the song of bird
I can see sun shines touch my skin
I can feel the wind ease my pain away
I can see my little son smile and say 'good morning'
I can hear my husband lead to pray
Thanks for everything you have done
So, i can feel this little house as a paradise
A Touch Away
Mother natures been good to me
Thats why Im sittin in this cherry tree
But its alright, its alright
Its not so bad
Im just a touch away
The shady lady
From shady lane
Is lying in my bed again
And its alright
It feels good
Its not so bad
When shes just a touch away
Nothing much
Is all I ask
And its alright, ok yes
Light as a feather, oh yes
Like a rosebud
When the sun is high
She opens up
Before my eyes
And the light falls
On her wet skin
Its alright
Im just a touch away
Nothing much
Is all I know
And its alright, oh yes
Light as a feather,
And just a touch away
Put a finger to her lips again
She cries with pleasure
Cries wih pain
And its alright
It feels good
Its not so bad
Were just a touch away
Nothing much
Is all I know
Not too fast
Not too slow
And its alright
Soft as a feather
And just a touch away
song performed by by Deep Purple
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Have I Told You...
Beautiful, are you, as the flowers of the field.
Beautiful, is the sound of your voice.
Beautiful, is the touch of your hand.
Beautiful, are the eyes that speak of love.
Beautiful, is your understanding and kindness.
Beautiful, is the way you always consider others.
Beautiful, are the courage of your convictions.
Beautiful, are the silent, countless words of, I love you.
Beautiful, is the softness of your touch.
Beautiful, are the children that you hold dear.
Beautiful, is your faith, honesty and loyalty.
Beautiful, are the people, you bless with your love.
Beautiful, are you secret acts of charity.
Beautiful, is the goodness, you give to all.
Beautiful, is the way your never judge anyone.
Beautiful, is your never dreaming...that you are indeed so beautiful.
Beautiful, is your heart...your very soul.
Beautiful, is the way you have made this a better world.
Beautiful, is the helping hand, you extend to all.
Have I told you, you are beautiful in every way?
An Album From My Memory Store
Today I dipped into an album
from my memory store
as a place that seemed familiar
triggered off the memories.
The years then rolled back
and I was there again
some forty years ago.
Faces flickered passed
gone now but never forgotten.
The good and bad times
rolled by in unison.
For a few moments
while that album was open
it held a mystic I’d never known
and left me wondering
where were the faces I knew then,
and where were they now.
poem by David Harris
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Blossoms and My Love
The unusual winter warmth,
Has brought the spring fever in the nature and in my heart,
The pink, purple and white blossoms are blooming all around,
just reminding me of your warm and sensuous loving heart.
How can I compare your beauty with the spring blossoms?
In red blossoms, I see your luscious red lips,
In white blossoms, I see your beautiful body,
The purple blossoms, reminds me of the depth of your eyes,
Closer I get to the blossoms,
closer I get to the God's intricate creation,
Closer I get to your loving affection,
closer I watch the heavenly smiles on your lips.
Under the blossoming tree I walk,
the fragrance fills my love yearning heart,
When I hug you with my sincere love,
your sweet 'I love you' words, fills me with eternal love.
poem by Jay P Narain
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Warm & Beautiful
A love so warm and beautiful
Stands when time itself is falling,
A love so warm and beautiful
Never fades away.
Love, faith and hope are beautiful
When your world is touched by sadness,
To each his own is wonderful,
Love will never die.
Sunlights morning glory
Tells the story of our love,
Moonlight on the water
Brings me in spiration ever after.
A love so warm and beautiful
Stands when time itself is calling,
A love so warm and beautiful
Never fades away,
Never fades away.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Warm And Beautiful
A love so warm and beautiful
stands when time itself is falling,
A love so warm and beautiful
never fades away.
Love, faith and hope are beautiful
when your world is touched by sadness,
To each his own is wonderful,
love will never die.
Sunlight's morning glory
tells the story of our love,
Moonlight on the water
brings me in spiration ever after.
A love so warm and beautiful
stands when time itself is calling,
A love so warm and beautiful
never fades away,
never fades away.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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One Mans Opinion
Beautiful, are you, as the flowers of the field.
Beautiful, is the sound of your voice.
Beautiful, is the touch of your hand.
Beautiful, are the eyes that speak of love.
Beautiful, is your understanding and kindness.
Beautiful, is the way you always consider others.
Beautiful, are the courage of your convictions.
Beautiful, are the silent, countless words of, I love you.
Beautiful, is the softness of your touch.
Beautiful, are the children that you hold dear.
Beautiful, is your faith, honesty and loyalty.
Beautiful, are the people, you bless with your love.
Beautiful, are you secret acts of charity.
Beautiful, is the goodness, you give to all.
Beautiful, is the way your never judge anyone.
Beautiful, is your never dreaming...that you are indeed so beautiful.
Beautiful, is your heart...your very soul.
Beautiful, is the way you have made this a better world.
Beautiful, is the helping hand, you extend to all.
Have I told you, you are beautiful in every way?
©Joe Fazio
You Are Indeed Beautiful
Beautiful, are you, as the flowers of the field.
Beautiful, is the sound of your voice.
Beautiful, is the touch of your hand.
Beautiful, are the eyes that speak of love.
Beautiful, is your understanding and kindness.
Beautiful, is the way you always consider others.
Beautiful, are the courage of your convictions.
Beautiful, are the silent, countless words of, I love you.
Beautiful, is the softness of your touch.
Beautiful, are the children that you hold dear.
Beautiful, is your faith, honesty and loyalty.
Beautiful, are the people, you bless with your love.
Beautiful, are you secret acts of charity.
Beautiful, is the goodness, you give to all.
Beautiful, is the way your never judge anyone.
Beautiful, is your never dreaming...that you are indeed so beautiful.
Beautiful, is your heart...your very soul.
Beautiful, is the way you have made this a better world.
Beautiful, is the helping hand, you extend to all.
Have I told you, you are beautiful in every way?
Have I told you, my beautiful one, that I love you?
Beautiful Are You...
Beautiful, are you, as the flowers of the field.
Beautiful, is the sound of your voice.
Beautiful, is the touch of your hand.
Beautiful, are the eyes that speak of love.
Beautiful, is your understanding and kindness.
Beautiful, is the way you always consider others.
Beautiful, are the courage of your convictions.
Beautiful, are the silent, countless words of, I love you.
Beautiful, is the softness of your touch.
Beautiful, are the children that you hold dear.
Beautiful, is your faith, honesty and loyalty.
Beautiful, are the people, you bless with your love.
Beautiful, are you secret acts of charity.
Beautiful, is the goodness, you give to all.
Beautiful, is the way your never judge anyone.
Beautiful, is your never dreaming...that you are indeed so beautiful.
Beautiful, is your heart...your very soul.
Beautiful, is the way you have made this a better world.
Beautiful, is the helping hand, you extend to all.
Have I told you, you are beautiful in every way?
Have I told you, my beautiful one, that I love you?
We are blessed to know, one who is as beautiful
as you, in so many ways.
P.S.
I love you.
Spiral Descent
Where the laughter ends,
sorrow makes an entry.
The black cloud drifts towards you,
a gift of unknown to nameless.
The sacred bond of blissful ignorance.
I remember that I am still alive today,
my friends are gone.
I see a light on the hill.
So beautiful in its death,
a song lies on my lips
I face the world
with a wound in my eyes.
Space of many years
between me & my defeat.
Time has not come for farewell.
Cannot afford the luxury
of breaking down & then disintegrate.
Alone I watch you in fascination,
the slow spiral descent.
My watch stops again & again.
Suddenly I start speaking the truth
about the deception & the lacerating wounds.
There is a longing for a frozen moon
and a melody melting in the air.
poem by Satish Verma
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Album Faces
In my photo album
languish years
compressed and angled
with four corners
where youth and age mix;
mostly smiles regaling
good times frozen
baby eyes and faces;
teen years
and marriages;
friends severed
by divorces;
yellowed senior
grannies
and rigidly posed Great Grannies
all in the same book
but not able to touch;
all gathered by me
into close proximity;
sepia and digital ones
Polaroids and 8's
resting in their resting place,
inside my album world
where a finger-tip touch
of Grannies face
is a kiss given to
Baby Grace
new to this world;
and just arrived
to her album space-
baby smile glowing-
for my daughter
in years to come
to lovingly
contemplate.
We learn to live and record our precious times
in photos fresh or graying
and in doing so
ensure against sweet memories decaying;
ensuring fresh
each moments glow
from new cherub
to Grannies
beautiful wedding dress.
We lay them down
close
side by side
to increase proximity
across times'
decaying border.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Beneath a morning mist
Beneath a morning mist
~
A morning mist hides
the potential of a beautiful sky
low cloud covers streets and roads
the moist dew of the air
cold against the skin
a freshness to the lungs
welcomed regardless
eyes look into the nothingness
eagerly anticipating the sun
to break through its light
and warm the gardens
meanwhile the mist is silent
quietly haunting all
this is just a day beginning
lets pray its beautiful
poem by Matthew Holloway
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The Silver Orb
I stretched out my arm and grasped the beautiful new moon,
but it slipped through my fingers like sand from the dune.
Shooting stars appeared like flaming arrows in the sky
which left sparkling trails, as they passed by.
The silver orb became hidden by a huge passing cloud;
moments later its brightness was shouting out loud.
The cloud moved aside leaving the moon in all its glory,
oh, how beautiful it is, this observer of history.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Endless reach
Attached to her skin, the overwhelming desire
that makes her days endless and hopelessly
aware of the absence of his touch, the never will be,
'thought' the endless yearn, the feeling of a touch
will never be, certainly not his, her skin will never
meet his hands. He was too superior, she was too
ordinary, The fame rules his world, Simplicity is not
with him. Blindness doesn't realize that he is really
naked. No gold, diamond or pearls will keep his soul.
But still he is not conscious, ordinary her will never
catch up. Time will tell him, when the white hair and
wrinkle skin start's to show. The killing system of time,
eventually will get him; his distinguish and shinning
fame will reflect his ego making his world dramatically
change into an old man with regrets
and disappointments; Will leave behind a mark.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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