Saved from my naivete story poem for M 'lady Ann Beard
I loved her but she loved me not
and so I joined the infantry.
In the vain hope I would be shot
and put an end to misery.
I loved her but she loved me not.
She thought she was too good for me
I fought in every trouble spot
but Lady Luck looked after me.
I suffered not a single scratch
although I was prepared to die.
In me the Hun had met his match
I did not care or wonder why.
I rose to be a brigadier
Promoted on the battlefield
I made my men ignore their fear.
My leadership I would not yield.
Always the foremost in the van
I led my men from out in front.
They recognised a fearless man
prepared for any reckless stunt.
They followed blindly where I led.
We terrified the enemy.
It seemed I could not be shot dead
but I forgot my misery.
When we achieved the victory
Returning home as heroes all.
I saw her gazing up at me
as if expecting me to call.
The boot was on the other foot.
She was the one pursuing me
I found I did not give a hoot.
Completely cured, quite fancy free.
My love turned to indifference.
She’d had her chance and turned me down.
My rank made all the difference.
It was as if I’d always known.
Now that I saw through her pretence.
It was not love as I had thought
but merely youthful innocence.
Which had sustained me as I fought.
I was prepared to die to prove
a fact that simply was not true
I fancied that I was in love
as green young men so often do.
Now I have reached a man’s estate
I know she was not meant for me
and thank the gods that kindly fate
stepped in, in time to rescue me.
Though in due course I hope to find
A woman that a man can trust.
A lady gentle true and kind
who will cure my wanderlust.
I am a man who needs a wife
to love and raise a family.
Together lead a normal life.
I know somewhere she waits for me.
I think perhaps she’s looking too
and hope we wont have long to wait.
Before kind fate directs us to
meet and recognise our mate.
1-Apr-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Hold On Lynette The Horses Are Coming
Lynette was a beautiful baby
A true joy to her ma and pa
Free from oriningal sin she was
The whole family was in awe
She was loved loved loved
She was loved loved loved
One day she woke with fever
There was snow and wind and cold
The car was stuck at the end of the drive
To the doctor they could not go
She was loved loved loved
She was loved loved loved
Quick hook-up the team and the sleigh
By horse she'll surely make it
Hold on Lynette the horses are coming
Let's take some time to say how much we love you
She was loved loved loved
She was loved loved loved
Manes a flyin' tales a whippin'
The horse's plowed right through
Muscles a bulgin' and hides a sweating
Let's take some time to say how much we love you
She was loved loved loved
She was loved loved loved
Well by horse they surely made it
By horse they surely did
Just in time to tell them
There was nothing they could do for her
She was loved loved loved
She was loved loved loved
She was loved loved loved
She was loved loved loved
Well, for all those ma's and pa's out there
Who've lost their little ones
This songs not about a child dying
It's of a parent's love
One day on earth is just the same
as one year or fifty or a hundred
The only difference my friends
Is in the love you been giving and receiving
Love love love
Love love love
Love love love
Love love love
Hold on Lynette the horses are coming
Let's take some time to say how much we love you
poem by Atty Davis
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Who Won? story poem
Although you see me as brute.
You will in time learn to love me.
This vow I take is absolute
I swear by all the gods that be.
My captive: you have captured me.
A woman of a noble race
you look at me contemptuously.
I see no fear upon your face.
Such courage I must bow before.
Your pride still makes you stand erect,
although a prisoner of war.
I hold you in highest respect.
I will treat you courteously.
though I will never let you go.
I hope that one day you will see
me as a friend not as a foe.
The lady learned that she could trust
his given word he would not break.
An honest man not ruled by lust
he wanted but he would not take.
what she was not prepared to give
and so he waited patiently.
The maid was young and so alive
that she considered carefully.
What alternatives she had.
To marry him and reign as queen
this prospect did not seem too bad
and just forget what might have been.
To take him as her chosen mate
transfer her love and loyalty.
It seemed to her decreed by fate.
She was where she was meant to be.
He was a man of noble blood
who by his actions tried to prove
his love for her as best he could.
She found it in her heart to love.
This man who’d been her enemy
but then had showed he was a friend.
Declared his love quite openly,
his hope she’d love him in the end.
Was this pure practicality
or had he really won her heart.
A question which still bothers me
Can love and life be things apart?
26-Jun-07
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Smitten
I loved a maid who loved not me.
This was a love that could not be
For she was wed, though I was free.
But had she been at liberty
I would have wooed her openly.
Instead I loved her secretly.
Just one of life’s small tragedies
There was no cure for my disease
I hoped through time the pain would cease.
But sadly this was not to be.
The fates had ruled capriciously
there could be no one else for me
Although the lady never knew
my love for her was deep and true
I held my peace how could she do.
Although I tried my best to find
another love. She filled my mind.
The snare fate fashioned well designed.
The lady saw me as a friend,
someone on whom she could depend.
I had no choice but to pretend
That friendship was enough for me.
Although I loved her hopelessly.
I loved her well enough to see.
That she was married happily.
But I was bound by fates decree
to love her unrequitedly
26-Oct-08.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Sonnets On Miss Savage
i
She was too kind, wooed too persistently,
Wrote moving letters to me day by day;
The more she wrote, the more unmoved was I,
The more she gave, the less could I repay.
Therefore I grieve, not that I was not loved,
But that, being loved, I could not love again.
I liked, but like and love are far removed;
Hard though I tried to love I tried in vain.
For she was plain and lame and fat and short,
Forty and over-kind. Hence it befell
That though I loved her in a certain sort,
Yet did I love too wisely but not well.
Ah! had she been more beauteous or less kind
She might have found me of another mind.
ii
And now, though twenty years are come and gone,
That little lame lady's face is with me still;
Never a day but what, on every one,
She dwells with me, as dwell she ever will.
She said she wished I knew not wrong from right;
It was not that; I knew, and would have chosen
Wrong if I could, but, in my own despite,
Power to choose wrong in my chilled veins was frozen.
'Tis said that if a woman woo, no man
Should leave her till she have prevailed; and, true,
A man will yield for pity, if he can,
But if the flesh rebels what can he do?
I could not. Hence I grieve my whole life long
The wrong I did, in that I did no wrong.
iii
Had I been some young sailor, continent
Perforce three weeks and then well plied with wine,
I might in time have tried to yield consent
And almost (though I doubt it) made her mine.
Or had it been but once and never again,
Come what come might, she should have had her way;
But yielding once were yielding twice, and then
I had been hers for ever and a day.
Or had she only been content to crave
A marriage of true minds, her wish was granted;
My mind was hers, I was her willing slave
In all things else except the one she wanted:
And here, alas! at any rate to me
She was an all too, too impossible she.
poem by Samuel Butler
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Loved
Loved
Written by Ricky Wilde & Terry Ronald
Take all your goodness and shiness away
I'll tell you the things I've been longing to say
I'll break it to you just so you understand
The force and control that you hold in your hands
Make me the beat of your heart
Then fall into mine
One step at a time
You have no reason for doubting your feelings
Love isn't always the same
You are loved
You are loved
You are loved
You I love
You
You are loved
You are loved
You are loved
You I love
You
(Ooh you are loved)
Live for the moment according to you
And so when the time comes you know what to do
Trust me, I'm giving no secret away
I'm drowning in you but I want it that way
Make me the beat of your heart
Then fall into mine
One step at a time
You have no reason for doubting your feelings
Love isn't always the same
You are loved
You are loved
You are loved
You I love
You
You are loved
You are loved
You are loved
You I love
You
You are loved
(Ooh you are loved)
You are loved
You are loved
You I love
You
You are loved
(Ooh you are loved)
You are loved
You are loved
You I love
You
Rise to my world, fly to my arms
I love you
I'll make it for good, I'll make it forever
you know you are loved
Make me the beat of your heart
Love isn't always the same
You are loved
Ooh you are loved
(Loved you are)
(Loved you are)
(Loved you are loved)
Ooh you are loved
(Loved you are)
(Loved you are)
(Loved you are loved)
Ooh you are loved
You are loved
You are loved
You are loved
You I love
You
Ooh you are loved
You are loved
You are loved
You are loved
You I love
You
(You are the only one I love)
You are loved
(Loved you are)
You are loved
(Loved you are)
You are loved
You I love
You
(You are the only one I love)
You are loved
(Loved you are)
You are loved
(Loved you are)
You are loved
You I love
You
(You are the only one I love
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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I Hope You're Never Happy
Writer Dolly Parton
I wish you all the luck I wish you only the best
Satisfaction in love, and true happiness
I wish you blue skies and rainbows, I wish you joy pure and sweet
I wish you all that you wish for, but only if you're with me
I hope you're never happy with anybody but me
I wish you nothin' but trouble if you've decided to leave
I'm just not like those heroes found in books and on TV
I hope you're never happy with anybody but me
I have had you too long, I have given too much
I have loved you too strong to think of giving you up
I've always envied those lovers that wish you well when you leave
And wish you luck with another; but there are others like me
I hope you're never happy with anybody but me
And every face you look into, I hope you're haunted by me
Yes, I'm possessive and jealous; at least I speak honestly
I hope you're never happy with anybody but me
I'm just not like those heroes found in books and on TV
I hope you're never happy, never ever ever happy
Never ever ever happy
With anybody but me
I hope you're never happy with anybody but me
I wish you nothin' but trouble if you've decided to leave
I'm just not like those heroes found in books and on TV
I hope you're never happy with anybody but me
I hope you're never happy with anybody but me
I hope you're never happy
I hope you're never happy with anybody but me
I hope you're never happy
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Reprieved
How strange it is to be pain free
after long years of misery.
A life confined to my wheelchair
I found was difficult to bear.
I tried to bear it patiently
and clung to one hope stubbornly
That they would find a cure for me
and once again I would be free.
To live quite independently.
Take control of my destiny
To come and go just as I pleased,
from my paralysis released.
Freedom took me by surprise.
It took a while to realise
that I was free completely free
no longer tied to my body.
I had not thought of death as kind
. I can see now that I was blind
Death turned the key to set me free
and I rejoice exultantly.
I’ve left a hollow shell behind.
I spread my wings and go to find
those that I loved who’ve gone before.
I do not think I’d ask for more.
17-Oct-07
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Overjoyed
Over time, Ive building my castle of love
Just for two, though you never knew you were my reason
Ive gone much too far for you now to say
That Ive got to throw my castle away
Over dreams, I have picked out a perfect come true
Though you never knew it was of you Ive been dreaming
The sandman has come from too far away
For you to say come back some other day
And though you dont believe that they do
They do come true
For did my dreams
Come true when I looked at you
And maybe too, if you would believe
You too might be
Overjoyed, over loved, over me
Over hearts, I have painfully turned every stone
Just to find, I had found what Ive searched to discover
Ive come much too far for me now to find
The love that Ive sought can never be mine
And though you dont believe that they do
They do come true
For did my dreams
Come true when I looked at you
And maybe too, if you would believe
You too might be
Overjoyed, over loved, over me
And though the odds say improbable
What do they know
For in romance
All true love needs is a chance
And maybe with a chance you will find
You too like i
Overjoyed, over loved, over you, over you
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Overjoyed
(stevie wonder)
Over time, Ive been building my castle of love
Just for two, -
Though you never knew you were my reason
Ive gone much too far for you now to say
That Ive got to throw my castle away
Over dreams, -
I have picked out a perfect come true
Though you never knew it was of you -
Ive been dreaming
The sandman has come from too far away
For you to say come back some other day
And though you dont believe that they do
They do come true
For did my dreams
Come true when I looked at you
And maybe too, if you would believe
You too might be
Overjoyed, over loved, over me
Over hearts, I have painfully turned every stone
Ooh, just to find, -
I had found what Ive searched to discover
Ive come much too far for me now to find
The love that I sought can never be mine
And though you dont believe that they do
They do come true
For did my dreams
Come true when I looked at you
And maybe too, if you would believe
You too might be
Overjoyed, over loved, over me
And though the odds say improbable
What do they know
For in romance
All true love needs is a chance
And maybe with a chance you may find
You too like i
Overjoyed, over loved, over you
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Confessions Of A Mind
(hicks)
She goes away for a couple of days
So you phone a few number you fancy a change
You say youll miss her but deep down inside
There are thoughts of another girl waiting somewhere for you
Shes been away for a couple of days
The affairs werent so good so youre mending your ways
You realise that theres nobody else who can do what she does for you
You tell yourself dont be a fool
Dont let her go chase as hard as you can
Or youll be the loser
Swallow your pride you can still be a man
Shell never refuse you
She deserved to be loved, she wants to love you
If you went away you know shed be true, yes you do.
Baby I was lonely, still love you only, but I was a bad boy
Know you couldnt see me, thought youd never leave me, so I was bad boy
Even though Im trying, there is no denying I am just a bad boy
Met a little baby, thought she was a lady, still I was a bad boy
She gives me everything a girls supposed to do
She gives me everything still I cant be true
She gives me everything, she gives me everything
Going off to different places
All I see is different faces
I love them all but not like you
She deserves to be loved, she wants to love you
If you went away you know shed be true, yes you do.
She deserves to be loved - yes she does, you know she does
She deserves to be loved - even if she goes away
She deserves to be loved - no one else can take her place
She deserves to be loved - youll be the loser if you let her go
She deserves to be loved - she gives you everything a girls supposed to do
She deserves to be loved - you love them all but shes the one for you
She deserves to be loved - yes she does, you know she does
She deserves to be loved - even if she goes away
She deserves to be loved - no one else can take her place
song performed by by Hollies
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After the Golden Wedding (Three Soliloquies)
I. The husband's.
She's not a faultless woman; no!
She's not an angel in disguise:
She has her rivals here below:
She's not an unexampled prize:
She does not always see the point
Of little jests her husband makes:
And, when the world is out of joint,
She makes a hundred small mistakes:
She's not a miracle of tact:
Her temper's not the best I know:
She's got her little faults in fact,
Although I never tell her so.
But this, my wife, is why I hold you
As good a wife as ever stepped,
And why I meant it when I told you
How cordially our feast I kept:
You've lived with me these fifty years,
And all the time you loved me dearly:
I may have given you cause for tears:
I may have acted rather queerly.
I ceased to love you long ago:
I loved another for a season:
As time went on I came to know
Your worth, my wife: and saw the reason
Why such a wife as you have been
Is more than worth the world beside;
You loved me all the time, my Queen;
You couldn't help it if you tried.
You loved me as I once loved you,
As each loved each beside the altar:
And whatsoever I might do,
Your loyal heart could never falter.
And, if you sometimes fail me, sweetest,
And don't appreciate me, dear,
No matter: such defects are meetest
For poor humanity, I fear.
And all's forgiven, all's forgot,
On this our golden wedding day;
For, see! she loves me: does she not?
So let the world e'en go its way.
I'm old and nearly useless now,
Each day a greater weakling proves me:
There's compensation anyhow:
I still possess a wife that loves me.
2. The wife's.
Dear worthy husband! good old man!
Fit hero of a golden marriage:
I'll show towards you, if I can,
And absolutely wifely carriage.
The months or years which your career
May still comprise before you perish,
Shall serve to prove that I, my dear,
Can honour, and obey, and cherish.
Till death us part, as soon he must,
(And you, my dear, should shew the way)
I hope you'll always find me just
The same as on our wedding day.
I never loved you, dearest: never!
Let that be clearly understood:
I thought you good, and rather clever,
And found you really rather good.
And, what was more, I loved another,
But couldn't get him: well, but, then
You're just as bad, my erring brother,
You most impeccable of men:--
Except for this: my love was married
Some weeks before I married you:
While you, my amorous dawdler, tarried
Till we'd been wed a year or two.
You loved me at our wedding: I
Loved some one else: and after that
I never cast a loving eye
On others: you -- well, tit for tat!
But after all I made you cheerful:
Your whims I've humoured: saw the point
Of all your jokes: grew duly tearful,
When you were sad, yet chose the joint
You liked the best of all for dinner,
And soothed you in your hours of woe:
Although a miserable sinner,
I am a good wife, as wives go.
I bore with you and took your side,
And kept my temper all the time:
I never flirted; never cried,
No ranked it as a heinous crime,
When you preferred another lady,
Or used improper words to me,
Or told a story more than shady,
Or snored and snorted after tea,
Or otherwise gave proofs of being
A dull and rather vain old man:
I still succeeded in agreeing
With all you said, (the safest plan),
Yet always strove my point to carry,
And make you do as I desired:
I'm glad my people made me marry!
They hit on just what I required.
Had love been wanted - well, I couldn't
Have given what I'd not to give;
Or had a genius asked me! wouldn't
The man have suffered? now, we live
Among our estimable neighbours
A decent and decorous life:
I've earned by my protracted labours
The title of a model wife.
But when beneath the turf you're sleeping,
And I'm sitting here in black,
Engaged, as they'll suppose, in weeping,
I shall not wish to have you back.
3. The Vicar's.
A good old couple! kind and wise!
And oh! what love for one another!
They've won, those two, life's highest prize,
Oh! let us copy them, my brother.
poem by James Kenneth Stephen
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You Left Me With A Broken Heart
I miss you terribly,
I miss your touch,
Your kiss,
The way you used to say you loved me,
I know I have screwed up in the past,
Oh how I wished our love would have last,
This time I know I will never see you again,
What I did was wrong,
What you did was wrong as well,
But I guess things fall apart for a reason,
You have left me broken hearted,
I am sitting here crying writing this poem,
But I guess this wasn’t meant to be,
I guess we weren't meant to be,
I am finally letting you go,
I hope you’ll find true love one day,
I hope you know I did loved you and cared for you,
I hope you’ll realize what you have lost was something you could have had will not get back.
This is to Kevin Billiot (Whom I thought was my true love)
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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WhAt sHe Did tO HiM
He loved her more than anything alive
He thought she was the reason for him to survive
He’s always been fair to her
He always told her that she was the reason for his glee
But yet he never knew who she’ll become
And what person she’ll soon be
He thought she loved him as he loved her and even more
But soon he’ll find out that all this love was before
She will change and leave him with no hope for love or trust
He will find out that this love became iron rust
After all he’s done for her...she was never grateful indeed
She will soon tell him that he wasn’t the guy to need
He will be heartbroken, he will lie in despair
Desperation that has no cure and is impossible to repair
He will find it hard to acclimate
He will find it hard to accept
He will soon throw away all her precious things
Things so valuable that he has kept
Nobody can be trusted anymore
Since all this trust was before
It is hard to believe in the word love
Since love is what initiates problems before they are acted upon
And soon he or she that is loved
Will with no doubt
Be internally gone…
poem by Marria Attar
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Some Kind Of Friend
Music by Barry Manilow
Lyrics by Adrienne Anderson
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I saw you at the Beechwood Cafe
You looked at me and then you looked away
That was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned out to be
You said you had places that you had to be
Now who is gonna be there for me
That was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned out to be
Lady that was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned out to be
Baby that was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned out to be
They say that women like you can't get enough
Got your Maserati built for two
They say that women like you like to play
with love
Is that true?
When I ran into you the other day
You smiled at me but you had nothing to say
That was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned out to be
Tell me why'd you do what you did to me
Covered up your life so I couldn't see
Now that was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned out to be
Lady that was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned to be
Baby that was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned out to be
I never should have let you get to me
Nevershould have let you bring me down
Didn't know that I was just some fantasy
That you found.
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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So Close I'll Let It Be (A Reply)
It's also everything that I dreamt of;
The bliss and joys,
The rest and best of my days
Spent in your arms of love
Close we were, but not close enough.
The moment I saw your smile
My head buzzed for a while,
How could it be that I found someone like you?
Someone so unique, so fresh and ever new.
I knew from that day that we were meant to be
Almost close, but not close enough.
I envied the way other men gave you attention,
Hated the way others strived for your affection,
We were just friends but you were beyond perfection.
The times we shared, the jokes we cracked,
The weekends we spared,
Dear I hope you know I care
We were close, but was it close enough
.
To say that you love a stranger is nothing but crazy
Call me crazy but I really do love the woman you are
Many scoff and say you are nothing but trouble
A girl who grew up and blossoms with proverbs 31 type of beauty.
If it's a rain of love, let the floods come my way
For it makes me find everything they say funny
No matter how much I try,
Loving you is a part of me and that I cannot deny
You loved me too, but I don't know if you still do.
Do you still love me?
With all the flaws you see in me?
With me being the man you see under the act?
You know I am vulnerable deep inside where no one sees
You know the pain I feel but even when I brave it out.
I almost fooled the world, but you made me turn.
Because you loved me more than words can say
Even though today we stand two worlds apart.
I stand at the worlds end; I wait at the edge of time
Calling out to you, for one day our worlds will surely collide.
So close we are, but this isn't close enough
I love you deeply,
I am honored to have a lady called you
I made mistakes in my past or maybe last night.
Here I am to face them up, live them out and bash them out
I hope you know I pray for you every day and night
I pray that our worlds collide, two islands become one nation
For you are the lady who was more than just a friend,
You wrote a piece about me, about us
I took it and replied it
What you will call it I know not?
But wait a minute, it sounds close to this
Yes it is close and it's close enough to be? ?
So close I'll ask we take another step let it be? ?
PS: heart beat makes the rhythm, love writes the lyrics, i hope you save me the last dance....made with love... tbc
poem by Sir T.A.E.P.S
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My Love Was True
Imagination of love, we have within us
It is true beauty of life, however then also nothing ever gets completed
That is often the misery of it and then I do not know what to say?
Always only thought of you as my beloved
Letting life prove its worth is often also the need
Then, I only think of you
Only of you and of you only
Only then I start to get a feeling that you were really the one whom I loved
Truly, I did love you
Only you I have forever loved
Although, now I do not even know that where I am?
I am just so broken that it feels like nothing can ever complete me
Simply, now it seems that I am disjointed
Into so many different ways, that it appears that every pathway is closed
So badly I have been impaired, in more ways than anyone can ever imagine
Do not know which approach to actually utilize
So that I could restore myself back to where I was
My love was true, this is my end.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Strange Kind Of A Woman
Alright
There once was a woman
A strange kind of woman
The kind that gets written down in history
Her name was nancy
Her face was nothing fancy
She left a trail of happiness and misery
I loved her
Everybody loved her
She loved everyone and gave them good return
I tried to take her
I even tried to break her
She said, I aint for takin wont you ever learn
I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you
I spent my money as I took my turn
I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you
Ooh, I got a strange kind of woman, yes I have
She looked like a raver
But I could never please her
On wednesday mornings boy you cant go far
I couldnt get her
But things got better, she said
Saturday nights from now on, baby, youre my star
I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you
I spent my money as I took my turn
I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you
Ooh, I got a strange kind of woman
Ooh, my soul, I love you
I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you
I spent my money as I took my turn
I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you
Ooh, I got a strange kind of woman, yes I have
She finally said she loved me
I wed her in a hurry
No more callers and I glow with pride
Im dreaming
I feel like screaming
I won my woman just before she died
I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you
I spent my money as I took my turn
I want you, I need you, ha ha ha
Ooh, I had a strange kind of woman, yeah
She was so fat
She was the worst thing youve ever seen
Ooh, my soul, I love you, baby
- hey, thank you, thank you.
song performed by by Deep Purple
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Have Loved
It is true, I have loved,
About fifty times, I have loved
And each time I have loved,
The more I have loved...
And in you I have loved,
At the most I have loved,
At the best I have loved,
Because you are loved...
And if that isn't love,
As some would call love,
Then they don't know love
And may never know love...
Yet, for me, this is love,
For the one that I love,
For as long as I love,
Near the heart that I love
Of the sweetheart I love...
And you are my sweetheart, my love...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Love Has Many Styles
'I never met a bridge' he said, 'that I didn't burn;
never seen a foot that I didn't shoot
especially if it was mine.
Never had a heart that had a home.'
'Me, ' she said 'I never had a heart I didn't betray
and give away;
never loved a man I should have.
I have carried too much water in leaky buckets;
loved men I couldn't see couldn't love back.
And now' she said, 'there's you.'
He said
'There's nary a woman that loved me that I truly deserved;
I've spent most of my love making time and whiskey-fying,
chasing skirts, raising hell, and giving hurt;
and now I need someone to help me mend my ways,
help I know I don't deserve.'
She said
'You an old boy fresh out of rehab;
my kind of man-
can't see too good-
and still needs a woman's touch'.
You're my man, ' she said.
'I like low-hanging fruit
that's been around the block or two,
that life's made eat a little humble pie.'
'You could be my woman' he said 'if you'd have me.'
'Oh I'll have you' she said 'you're my favorite kind of mistake to make.'
She meant every word she said and called them a cab
from Rusty's bar to go look for a rental place-
love being where you find it-
Love's Refugees riding around town trying to find a home,
start again,
Cowboy and
Cowgirl Style;
still determined
despite age
to Wrangle Life
yet again.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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A Question
AND so in the death-darkened chamber they met,
The woman that once he had loved and the one he loved yet—
The wife who had warped his desire and the woman he could not forget.
They stood by the bier where between them he slept,
And the love he had lost in his wife to her swimming eyes leapt;
But the woman his life had belonged to—his paramour—spoke not nor wept.
It was only a story of sated desire—
Of a love merely sensual burnt to an ash by its fire,
And a husband who turned to a more luscious love that was his for the hire.
All had sinned. For the husband had killed by his clutch,
Rough-handed, the fruit of a love that had dropped at his touch.
One woman's great sin was not loving, his wife's was in loving too much.
And so he had died; it was over at last;
And across him the two women looked at each other aghast—
Across his cold corse, and across the cold corse of the loathsome dead Past!
Then the smouldering love of the wife leapt to flame,
And she poured forth her kisses upon him, and called on his name.
But the other said “No, he is nothing to you; soul and body I claim!”
They looked at each other awhile. Said the wife wearily,
“He is mine; for I loved him, and ever shall love him; let be!”
But the other sneered, “No, he is mine, and mine only, because he loved me!”
Then the two laid their hands on the body between;
And fought for it, wife against paramour, fiercely, unseen—
For the body diseased and polluted, as ever his spirit had been.
And this is a question for answer in Hell:
To which of the two did his spirit belong, can you tell?
Think, was it the woman he loved, or the one who had loved him too well?
poem by Arthur Henry Adams
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