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For M.W.

There is no transcience of twilight in
The beauty of your soft dusk-dimpled face,
No flicker of a slender flame in space,
In crucibles, fragility crystalline.
There is no fragrance of the jessamine
About you, no pathos of some old place
At dusk, that crumbles like moth-eater lace
Beneath the touch. Nor has there ever been.

Your love is like the folk-song's flaming rise
In cane-lipped southern people, like their soul
Which burst its bondage in a bold travail;
Your voice is like them singing, soft and wise,
Your face, sweetly efflgent of the whole,
Inviolate of ways that would feile.

poem by Jean Toomer
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Dusk last light

As noon last light
end slowly,
the twilight sleep
tiredly,
with promise of rise
up tomorrow,
to borrow many things
coldly.
is this you dusk?

and the roads become
unseen
slowly, moon appears boldly
to show correct way,

why are you so pretty dusk?
to attract me or to
distract me
yes! dusk its you with
pretty orange face
gods wonderful grace.....

poem by Deep Doloi
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Dov E L'amore

Dov LAmore
Dov LAmore
I cannot tell you of my life
Here is my story
Ill sing a love song
Sing it for you alone
Though youre a thousand miles away
Loves feeling so strong
Come to me babyDont keep me waiting
Another night without you here
And Ill go crazy
There is no other there is no other
No other love can take your place
or match the beauty of your face
Ill keep on singing til the day
I carry you away
With my love song
With my love song
Dov LAmore
Dov LAmore
Where are you now my love?
I need you here to fold me
Whispered so sweetly
Feel my heart beating
I need to hold you in my arms
I want you near me
Come to me baby
Dont keep me waiting
Another night without you here
And Ill go crazy
There is no other there is no other
No other love can take your place
or match the beauty of your face
Ill keep on singing til the day
I carry you away
With my love song
With my love song
Non c nessuno
(there is no other)
Non c nessuno
Non c nessuno
Bello come te e ti amo
(as beautiful as you and I love you)
Come to me baby
Come to me baby
Another night without you here
And Ill go crazy
There is no other there is no other
No other love can take your place
or match the beauty of your face
Ill keep on singing til the day
I carry you away
With my love song with my love song
With my love song with my love song

song performed by by Cher
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sad

dusk to dusk
this sadness
carries a shade
the heart finds
hard to bear

the melancholy
scarlet of dusk
an artist keenly
touches up to portray
the remaining
breaths of the day

the soft breeze
carries your soft sigh
and carress
to bid me farewell

the quiet dusk is
choked with
my longings
for you while divinity
witholds its
consolations
and looks at me
through blood shot eyes
a breathless
conflagration of
copper red,
orange and gold

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Dov Lamore

Dov lamore
Dov lamore
I cannot tell you of my life
Here is my story
Ill sing a love song
Sing it for you alone
Though youre a thousand miles away
Loves feeling so strong
Come to me baby
Dont keep me waiting
Another night without you here
And Ill go crazy
There is no other there is no other
No other love can take your place
Or match the beauty of your face
Ill keep on singing til the day
I carry you away
With my love song
With my love song
Dov lamore
Dov lamore
Where are you now my love?
I need you here to fold me
Whispered so sweetly
Feel my heart beating
I need to hold you in my arms
I want you near me
Come to me baby
Dont keep me waiting
Another night without you here
And Ill go crazy
There is no other there is no other
No other love can take your place
Or match the beauty of your face
Ill keep on singing til the day
I carry you away
With my love song
With my love song
Non c nessuno
(there is no other)
Non c nessuno
Non c nessuno
Bello come te e ti amo
(as beautiful as you and I love you)
Come to me baby
Come to me baby
Another night without you here
And Ill go crazy
There is no other there is no other
No other love can take your place
Or match the beauty of your face
Ill keep on singing til the day
I carry you away
With my love song with my love song
With my love song with my love song

song performed by by Cher
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Georgia Dusk

The sky, lazily disdaining to pursue
The setting sun, too indolent to hold
A lengthened tournament for flashing gold,
Passively darkens for night's barbeque,

A feast of moon and men and barking hounds.
An orgy for some genius of the South
With blood-hot eyes and cane-lipped scented mouth,
Surprised in making folk-songs from soul sounds.

The sawmill blows its whistle, buzz-saws stop,
And silence breaks the bud of knoll and hill,
Soft settling pollen where plowed lands fulfill
Their early promise of a bumper crop.

Smoke from the pyramidal sawdust pile
Curls up, blue ghosts of trees, tarrying low
Where only chips and stumps are left to show
The solid proof of former domicile.

Meanwhile, the men, with vestiges of pomp,
Race memories of king and caravan,
High-priests, an ostrich, and a juju-man,
Go singing through the footpaths of the swamp.

Their voices rise...the pine trees are guitars,
Strumming, pine-needles fall like sheets of rain..
Their voices rise...the chorus of the cane
Is caroling a vesper to the stars..

O singers, resinous and soft your songs
Above the sacred whisper of the pines,
Give virgin lips to cornfield concubines,
Being dreams of Christ to dusky cane-lipped throngs.

poem by Jean Toomer
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The lost lagoon

It is dusk on the Lost Lagoon,
And we two dreaming the dusk away,
Beneath the drift of a twilight grey,
Beneath the drowse of an ending day,
And the curve of a golden moon.

It is dark in the Lost Lagoon,
And gone are the depths of haunting blue,
The grouping gulls, and the old canoe,
The singing firs, and the dusk and--you,
And gone is the golden moon.

O! lure of the Lost Lagoon,--
I dream to-night that my paddle blurs
The purple shade where the seaweed stirs,
I hear the call of the singing firs
In the hush of the golden moon.

poem by Emily Pauline Johnson
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Diary

Mine is pure darkness
It is as blackness is
Damn the light which comes from
You as a moth to flame I burn

In the twilight of morning I rest my weary eyes
For the benefits of the nights bounty were many
My soul has been redeemed (with those of others)

I missed my love tonight
Hiding behind the figure I cannot bare to face
That of a dead profit
And his beast of burden
Thorns ripping through his brow

Skin soft and white

song performed by by Iced Earth
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Bells of Hope

Noble bells ring at dusk
Narrow alley ways, cobble stone
Hope is a flower in a window

We graze the fields of searchers
Your face is in the sea
We leave the chaos with a smile

The sandy beach is mellow with trust
Let the waves wash your pretense away
Pure golden prayer from a friend

The wind has settled into a breeze
Dreams become a soft voice
I listen to the bells drift across the island

Voices of angels whisper in the tide
The first stars come out with love
Capture moments of justification

The bell tower is lit in the distance
Silent trees live in peace
Grace shines on mankind

Bells of dusk ring with hope

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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I Recognize Your Voice

I recognize your voice, your cheerful laughter,
when I enter a room full of people
and even your soft steps each day

catches me with a tingle time after time,
through your beauty that flowers continually.
I recognize your voice, your cheerful laughter,

sometimes it feels as if you are waiting on me
but constantly you do astound me
and even your soft steps each day

has a kind of skipping to them
and with being in love I am stupid.
I recognize your voice, your cheerful laughter,

sometimes hear it echoing at night
although your face is disguised by the darkness
and even your soft steps each day,

but our love is not a game of force
and still continually you turn my life upside down.
I recognize your voice, your cheerful laughter
and even your soft steps each day

poem by Gert Strydom
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The Touch Of

The Touch of Your Kiss
A Touch of Your Hand
The touch of your Soft Hair
A Touch of Your Beautiful Eyes
The feel of your hair touching My Face
The Sweet smell of rain that touches Your Soul
A soft touch of a babies skin
Touch of our hearts since we met
The Touch of your smile
A Touch of your love is all I Really Need.

By Charles Kuehnle AkA xxwhitestallionx

poem by Charles Kuehnle
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Thunder In The Garden

When the boughs of the garden hang heavy with rain
And the blackbird reneweth his song,
And the thunder departing yet rolleth again,
I remember the ending of wrong.

When the day that was dusk while his death was aloof
Is ending wide-gleaming and strange
For the clearness of all things beneath the world’s roof,
I call back the wild chance and the change.

For once we twain sat through the hot afternoon
While the rain held aloof for a while,
Till she, the soft-clad, for the glory of June
Changed all with the change of her smile.

For her smile was of longing, no longer of glee,
And her fingers, entwined with mine own,
With caresses unquiet sought kindness of me
For the gift that I never had known.

Then down rushed the rain, and the voice of the thunder
Smote dumb all the sound of the street,
And I to myself was grown nought but a wonder,
As she leaned down my kisses to meet.

That she craved for my lips that had craved her so often,
And the hand that had trembled to touch,
That the tears filled her eyes I had hoped not to soften
In this world was a marvel too much.

It was dusk ’mid the thunder, dusk e’en as the night,
When first brake out our love like the storm,
But no night-hour was it, and back came the light
While our hands with each other were warm.

And her smile killed with kisses, came back as at first
As she rose up and led me along,
And out to the garden, where nought was athirst,
And the blackbird renewing his song.

Earth’s fragrance went with her, as in the wet grass,
Her feet little hidden were set;
She bent down her head, ’neath the roses to pass,
And her arm with the lily was wet.

In the garden we wandered while day waned apace
And the thunder was dying aloof;
Till the moon o’er the minster-wall lifted his face,
And grey gleamed out the lead of the roof.

Then we turned from the blossoms, and cold were they grown:
In the trees the wind westering moved;
Till over the threshold back fluttered her gown,
And in the dark house was I loved.

poem by William Morris
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Time Decides

an acorn contains the universe,
a moth contains the night.
the flicker and flame
of small twigs burning

returns light to the stars.
the rumble of distant thunder
in every leaf that falls.
a prayer held in every

dropp of rain... a baby
born in the face of
every mountain's movement...
the depth of love raging

beneath the snows of winter....

death, or spring..... time decides....
each has it's own cup!
each has it's own flame!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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If I had [De-aş avea]

If I had a pretty flower
Fresh and sweet and full of power
Like all those that bloom in May,
Charming daughters of the day,
Growing on a grassy field
Where the grass is moved by wind,
And where people hear above
Gentle whispers full of love;

If I had a little flower
Nice and younger than the hour,
Dressed like lilies at their best
And white like the snowy breast,
Sometimes with a shade of pink,
Sometimes purple like a drink,
Like a song one hears above
Soft like whispers full of love;

If I had a dove as white
As a girl's face shining bright,
A meek girl, a lovely thing,
Like a sunny day of spring,
I would sing her all day long
The traditional folk song
And the notes will rise above
Soft like whispers full of love.

poem by Mihai Eminescu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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Research on Cinderalla - after Shel Silverstein In search of Cinderalla

From dawn til dusk,
from land to land,
without too much ado,
I'd seek the perfect ankle,
From dawn til dusk
I'd stretch my hand
to virgin, husk, - not you! -
perceptions change, oh dear, they do!
perfection minds must rankle

In Search of Cinderella

From dusk to dawn,
From town to town,
Without a single clue,
I seek the tender, slender foot
To fit this crystal shoe.
From dusk to dawn,
I try it on
Each damsel that I meet.
And I still love her so, but oh,
I've started hating feet.

- Shel Silverstein

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Doubts

When she sleeps, her soul, I know,
Goes a wanderer on the air,
Wings where I may never go,
Leaves her lying, still and fair,
Waiting, empty, laid aside,
Like a dress upon a chair. . . .
This I know, and yet I know
Doubts that will not be denied.

For if the soul be not in place,
What has laid trouble in her face?
And, sits there nothing ware and wise
Behind the curtains of her eyes,
What is it, in the self's eclipse,
Shadows, soft and passingly,
About the corners of her lips,
The smile that is essential she?

And if the spirit be not there,
Why is fragrance in the hair?

poem by Rupert Brooke (1913)
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Why Does Love Got To Be So Sad

By eric clapton and bobby whitlock
Got to find me a way
To take me back to yesterday.
How can I ever hope to forget you?
Wont you show me a place
Where I can hide my lonely face?
I know youre going to break my heart if I let you.
Why does love got to be so sad?
Why does love got to be so sad?
Why does love got to be so sad?
Why does love got to be so sad?
Like a moth to a flame,
Like a song without a name,
Ive never been the same since I met you.
Like a bird on the wing,
Ive got a brand new song to sing,
I cant keep from singing about you.
Chorus
Im beginning to see
What a fool youve made of me.
I might have to break the law when I find you.
Stop running away;
Ive got a better game to play,
You know I cant go on living without you.
Chorus

song performed by by Eric Clapton
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A New Year's Message To Joseph Mazzini

Send the stars light, but send not love to me.
Shelley.

I

Out of the dawning heavens that hear
Young wings and feet of the new year
Move through their twilight, and shed round
Soft showers of sound,
Soothing the season with sweet rain,
If greeting come to make me fain,
What is it I can send again?

2

I know not if the year shall send
Tidings to usward as a friend,
And salutation, and such things
Bear on his wings
As the soul turns and thirsts unto
With hungering eyes and lips that sue
For that sweet food which makes all new.

3

I know not if his light shall be
Darkness, or else light verily:
I know but that it will not part
Heart's faith from heart,
Truth from the trust in truth, nor hope
From sight of days unscaled that ope
Beyond one poor year's horoscope.

4

That faith in love which love's self gives,
O master of my spirit, lives,
Having in presence unremoved
Thine head beloved,
The shadow of thee, the semitone
Of thy voice heard at heart and known,
The light of thee not set nor flown.

5

Seas, lands, and hours, can these divide
Love from love's service, side from side,
Though no sound pass nor breath be heard
Of one good word?
To send back words of trust to thee
Were to send wings to love, when he
With his own strong wings covers me.

6

Who shall teach singing to the spheres,
Or motion to the flight of years?
Let soul with soul keep hand in hand
And understand,
As in one same abiding-place
We keep one watch for one same face
To rise in some short sacred space.

7

And all space midway is but nought
To keep true heart from faithful thought,
As under twilight stars we wait
By Time's shut gate
Till the slow soundless hinges turn,
And through the depth of years that yearn
The face of the Republic burn.

poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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A Song For You

(leon russell)
Ive been so many places
In my life and time
Ive sung a lot of songs
I made some bad rhymes
Ive acted out my life in stages
Ten thousand people watching
But were alone now
Im singing this song for you
I know your image of me
Is what I hope to be
I treated you unkindly
But darling cant you see?
Theres no-one more important to me
Oh, baby, cant you please see through me?
cause were alone now and
Im singing this song for you
You taught me precious secrets
Of the truth withholding nothing
You came out in front
I was hiding
Oh, but now Im so much better
If the words dont come together
Just listen to the melody
cause my love in there hiding
Ooh, ooh
Oh, I love you in a place
Where theres no space or time
Love you for my life
You are a friend of mine
And when my life is over
Remember when we were together
We were alone and
I was singing this song for you
We were alone
I was singing this song for you, oh
Singing
I was singing, singing, singing, singing, singing this song for you
Oh, yes
Singing this song for you

song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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I Could Not Understand

An Angel knocked upon my door,
I could not understand what for,
And in a soft sweet voice he said,
Do you realise that you are dead!
I replied, I did not think it so,
But then again how could I know.
How was I to believe this news,
Yet he was not wearing any shoes,
And he was floating around my place,
With a beaming smile upon his face.
I sort of thought that he may be right,
Something strange had happened in the night.
For I had felt myself begin to rise
Up from my bed. Maybe my demise!
He turned and placed together his palms,
Then opened up his slender arms,
And taking my hand he flew with me,
Into God’s heavenly eternity.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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In Your Face

Ill never cut my hair
Ill never shed my skin
I wont give in
cause thats the original sin
Now I know I dont belong
Cant do right if I cant be wrong
You wont catch me
Singing the same old song
No you wont
Ask me no questions
And Ill tell you no lies
I never say never
Yeah, I never say die
Dont push me to the limit
Wouldnt wanna be in your place
Better look out
cause the ace is in your face
In your face
I know I always go too far
In your face
Oh yeah, but Ive been
Saved by my guitar
In your face
They say I come from
Another place
In your face
Oh yeah, Im the man
From outer space
Now ask me no questions
And Ill tell you no lies
I never say never
I never say die
You might be hallucinating
I cant tell if you are on glue
What I cant have
Is what I want
I think you know its true
In your face
I know I always go too far
In your face
Oh yeah, but Ive been
Saved by my guitar
In your face
Everyone knows I come from
Outer space
In your face
Just dont forget
Ill always be there
In your face
Thats right
Im the man
Thats right, curly
Thats right
Im the ace

song performed by by Kiss
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