Winter
When winter chills your aged bones
As by the fire you sit and nod,
You'll hear a passing wind that moans,
And think of one beneath the sod.
You'll feebly sleek your hair of grey,
And mutter words that none may know,
And dream you touch the sodden clay
That laps the dream of long ago.
The shrinking ash may fall apart
And show a gleam that lingers yet.
A moment in your cooling heart
May shine a sparkle of regret.
And where the pit is chill and deep,
And bones are mouldering in the clay,
A thrill of buried love will creep
And shudder aimlessly away.
poem by John Le Gay Brereton
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Clay Woman
Clay woman, baked too long
Stone cold, deep red, stand
Clay woman, heat too high,
Brittle with the remnant demand
Too long in the kiln
Not set at bake but sear
Scorched beauty remains,
But not a breath be near
Can't breathe too hard,
Clay woman may turn to dust
Can't look too long
For clay woman may combust,
And above all else,
Do not touch her heart,
Her back will break,
Her wounds will smart,
Clay woman, baked too long
All hope and joy abstains,
Clay woman, heat too high
Can my tears salvage my remains?
poem by Eowyn Aurora
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He Bids His Beloved Be At Peace
I HEAR the Shadowy Horses, their long manes a-shake,
Their hoofs heavy with tumult, their eyes glimmering white;
The North unfolds above them clinging, creeping night,
The East her hidden joy before the morning break,
The West weeps in pale dew and sighs passing away,
The South is pouring down roses of crimson fire:
O vanity of Sleep, Hope, Dream, endless Desire,
The Horses of Disaster plunge in the heavy clay:
Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat
Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast,
Drowning love's lonely hour in deep twilight of rest,
And hiding their tossing manes and their tumultuous feet.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Stone
The days have passed, nights are gone,
I'm still in love with a stone,
The seasons changed, the clay too came,
I still hold it with no moan,
The clay comes to me in so many shapes,
Wants me to hold it, whatever it may take,
But clay can hurt me, clay may fake,
Even if it's clay, I have a heart it can break,
The season may change,
The clay may go,
Slowing my heart beat,
All time low,
Stone is hard,
Stone is black,
Stone is emotionless,
Doesn't stab at back,
The clay, the stone, both make me die,
But if a stone does, even the clay may cry...
and I'll never ask why...
It's better to live with a stone,
not clay,
Clay is soft, but it hurts,
which is not the stone's way.....
poem by Apurva Jain
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Sleep, Then Awaken
When all the flowers have gone to sleep
my eyes will fill with sorrow.
When all the leaves have dried in fall
my eyes wait for tomorrow.
The cold of winter chills my bones
and brings dull pictures to see.
Stick-like forms like brittle bones
feel the chill like me.
Barren gardens devoid of color
await their chance to become
awakened in the month of May
with new flowers, one by one.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Love Sonnet 14 My Love Comes Like The Early Summer Rain
My love comes like the early Summer rain,
Which drizzle lends to making flowers bloom,
So once again the meadows could regain,
Their sparkle lost as Winter cast its gloom;
In bright sunlight, as pristine droplets fall,
Rainbows glow round my heart and deep within,
Not one boring moment could I recall,
For in stillness, I hear sweet songs begin;
But raindrops fell and poured their wrath on us,
Soaking our very bones, me and my love,
We might as well just be gardens, and thus,
Welcome this benediction from above;
......And grow and bloom we will throughout the years,
......Assured of rain and sun though Winter nears.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Sailaway
Maurice white, eddie delbarrio, philip bailey & roxanne seeman
Come sailaway and touch love sweet love
Come sailaway fall in love with love
Ah, sailaway and touch love sweet love
Come sailaway fall in love with love
Love is like a parade, on a clear summers day
Ride your heart and you may sailaway
Oh the wind as it blows, has the touch of a rose
And wherever it goes, sailaway
Come sailaway and touch love, sweet love
Come sailaway fall in love with love
Come lets sail on the wind as it blows
To a place evermore in our hearts we will
Explore--oh yea
Youve found that true love in return
Givse the fire that will burn everlasting concern
Love will show as it blows on the wind
Sailaway
Sailaway and touch love sweet love
Come sailaway fall in love with love
On a sweet summer breeze, sounds of loves melody
Softly saying to me, sailaway
So wherever I go, love is with me I know
Like a dream in my heart, sailaway
Sailaway and touch love sweet love
Come sailaway fall in love with love
Ah, sailaway and touch love sweet love
Come sailaway fall in love with love
song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
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First Date
Whatever happened
To the teenage romance
Is it hidden in a tacky magazine
Everybodys talking
Saying trash is neat
You think its good fun
But its never that free
Who is the man of the moment
Does his image stand ten feet tall
Or is he just a cardboard hero
Staring down at you from your wall
You can dream but you cant touch
You can dream but not too much
You can dream but you cant touch
You can dream but not too much
Friday night
Out on the town
Its a special date
First time around
You read all about the story book romance
He stands there waiting
And you want to hold his hand
Saturday
Youre broken down
Your heart is lying somewhere
Is it lost or found
You can dream but you cant touch
You can dream but not too much
You can dream but you cant touch
If this is love its not enough
You can dream but you cant touch
You can dream but not too much
You can dream but you cant touch
You want a love that costs too much
You can dream but you cant touch
If this is love its not enough
You can dream of tender touch
Dont let your heart be lost to love
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Peace Proposal
Said General Clay to General Gore really must we fight this silly war
To kill and die in such a bore I quite agree said General Gore
Said General Gore to General Clay we could go to the beach today
And have some icecream on the way a grand idea said General Clay
Said General Clay to General Gore we'll build sand castles on the shore
Said General Gore we'll splash and play let's leave right now said General Clay
Said General Gore to General Clay but what if the sea's closed today
And what if the sand's been blown away the dreadful thought said General Clay
Said General Gore to General Clay I've always feared the ocean's spray
And we may drown it's true we may it chills my blood said General Clay
Said General Clay to General Gore my bathin' suit is slightly tore
We better go on with our war I quite agree said General Gore
The General Clay chanrged General Gore as bullets flew and cannons roared
And now at last there is no more of General Clay or General Gore
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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The Generals
Said General Clay to General Gore,
'Oh must we fight this silly war?
To kill and die is such a bore.'
'I quite agree,' said General Gore.
Said General Gore to General Clay,
'We could go to the beach today
And have some ice cream on the way.'
'A grand idea,' said General Clay.
Said General Gore to General Clay,
'But what if the sea is closed today?
And what if the sand's been blown away?'
'A dreadful thought,' said General Clay.
Said General Gore to General Clay,
'I've always feared the ocean's spray,
And we may drown!' 'It's true, we may.
It chills my blood,' said General Clay.
Said General Clay to General Gore,
'My bathing suit is slightly tore.
We'd better go on with our war.'
'I quite agree,' said General Gore.
Then General Clay charged General Gore
As bullets flew and cannons roared.
And now, alas! there is no more
Of General Clay or General Gore.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Twilight Song
Through the shine, through the rain
We have shared the day’s load;
To the old march again
We have tramped the long road;
We have laughed, we have cried,
And we’ve tossed the King’s crown;
We have fought, we have died,
And we’ve trod the day down.
So it’s lift the old song
Ere the night flies again,
Where the road leads along
Through the shine, through the rain.
Long ago, far away,
Came a sign from the skies;
And we feared then to pray
For the new sun to rise:
With the King there at hand,
Not a child stepped or stirred—
Where the light filled the land
And the light brought the word;
For we knew then the gleam
Though we feared then the day,
And the dawn smote the dream
Long ago, far away.
But the road leads us all,
For the King now is dead;
And we know, stand or fall,
We have shared the day’s bread.
We may laugh down the dream,
For the dream breaks and flies;
And we trust now the gleam,
For the gleam never dies;—
So it’s off now the load,
For we know the night’s call,
And we know now the road
And the road leads us all.
Through the shine, through the rain,
We have wrought the day’s quest;
To the old march again
We have earned the day’s rest;
We have laughed, we have cried,
And we’ve heard the King’s groans;
We have fought, we have died,
And we’ve burned the King’s bones,
And we lift the old song
Ere the night flies again,
Where the road leads along
Through the shine, through the rain.
poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson
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Clock-O'-Clay
In the cowslip pips I lie,
Hidden from the buzzing fly,
While green grass beneath me lies,
Pearled with dew like fishes' eyes,
Here I lie, a clock-o'-clay,
Waiting for the time o' day.
While the forest quakes surprise,
And the wild wind sobs and sighs,
My home rocks as like to fall,
On its pillar green and tall;
When the pattering rain drives by
Clock-o'-clay keeps warm and dry.
Day by day and night by night,
All the week I hide from sight;
In the cowslip pips I lie,
In the rain still warm and dry;
Day and night and night and day,
Red, black-spotted clock-o'-clay.
My home shakes in wind and showers,
Pale green pillar topped with flowers,
Bending at the wild wind's breath,
Till I touch the grass beneath;
Here I live, lone clock-o'-clay,
Watching for the time of day.
poem by John Clare
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Her Last Lines Written While She Was Alone
on nights when she is alone in bed
she wakes up to dream of his touch
his long deep moans
she wonders from his chain of words
if her absence too did make his heart
grow fonder
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This Is The One
Ive got to find an occupation, Ive got to keep myself employed
Its a bad situation, my brains destroyed
Ive got to find a new vocation, I feel it burning down inside
Such a low down abrasion, inside it hurts my pride
I hear it, I know it, I touch it, I feel it, I see it
Some day we will have won, I can feel it in my bones
This is the one
I hear it, I know it, I touch it, I feel it, I see it
Some day thy will be done, I can feel it in my bones
This is the one
Got a bad situation, I can feel it building up inside
Got a certain reputation, outside outside
Ive got another situation, I can feel it building to my soul
Hell bent, hell raising, I feel it through my soul
I hear it, I know it, I touch it, I feel it, I see it
Some day thy kingdom come, I can feel it in my bones
This is the one
I hear it, I know it, I touch it, I feel it, I see it
Some day we shall overcome, I can feel it in my bones
This is the one
I hear it, I know it, I touch it, I feel it, I see it
Some day thy kingdom come, I can feel it in my bones
This is the one
I hear it, I know it, I touch it, I feel it, I see it
? (this is your son)
This is the one
I hear, I tough it, I feel it, I see it
Some day thy will be done, I can feel it in my bones
This is the one
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Shadows
Let me reach out love and touch you
Let me hold you for awhile
Ive been all around the world
Oh how I long to see you smile
Theres a shadow on the moon
And the waters here below
Do not shine the way they should
And I love you just in case you didnt know
Let it go,
Let it happen like it happened once before
Its a wicked wind
And it chills me to the bone
And if you do not believe me
Come and gaze upon the shadow at your door
Wont you lie down by me baby
Run your fingers through my hands
Ive been all around the town
And still I do not understand
Is it me or is it you
Or the shadow of a dream
Is it wrong to be in love
Could it be the finest love Ive ever seen
Set it free,
Let it happen like it happened once before
Its a wicked wind
And it chills me to the bone
And if you do not believe me
Come and gaze upon the shadow at your door
Please kiss me gently darlin
Where the river runs away
From the mountains in the springtime
On a blue and windy day
When theres beauty all around
As the shades of night grow deep
As the morning stars grow dim
They will find us in the shadows fast asleep
Let it go,
Let it happen like it happened once before
Its a wicked wind
And it chills me to the bone
And if you do not believe me
Come and gaze upon the shadow at your door
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Putting in the seed
Your body is soft and hot
where you lie,
stretched out on the bed.
Every part of your body
draws my eyes
and somehow there’s more,
than just need and lust
that awakes between us.
Two mounts with tipped peaks
rise up and down
and respond to soft touch
and your neck is slender
and slim under my lips.
You shiver as I touch your ears
and something in your eyes
make my manhood raise
and your soft fingers
lingers magically over me.
A curling patch
with tuffs of black hair
draws my fingers,
down to the hot and soft intensity
of becoming part of you.
a Hallowed moment hangs
between us
and when I enter you
there’s magic,
that envelops me
and we twist and rise
and sway
and your cries and moans
drives me wild
and I feel you shudder
under me
and the seed frizzes out.
Moments drag on and on
and I am putting the seed
into fertile ground
and I hear you breathe
and feel your heart beat
as part of me
and I am yours
and your hair brushes
soft and tickling
over my cheek
and there’s sparks
deep down in your golden eyes
and somehow I can feel God
in the love between us.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Quite Fire
Quite is the fire, quite is the dreams,
quite is the passions, the laughter and the tears,
Quite is the fire that sooths the moment.
Quite is the fire it's like a snow bird in flight,
lie still, lie still and take in the moment.
For we shall remember how to dream, it's like watching a
quite fire.
For a quite fire is like timeless echos in the winds.
A quite fire can soothe a lonely soul in passing.
quite is the fire.
A quite fire can take you over in a moment, it's magic,
A quite fire can burn deep with in your soul for hope,
for peace and for love.
Quite is the fire to hear a silent whisper and think of love.
Quite is the fire.
Quite is the moment
Quite is the time for laughter
Quite is the time for hope
Quite is the time for passion
A quite fire is like timeless echos in the winds.
poem by Margot Lindsey
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The Quiet Fire
Quite is the fire,
Quite are the dreams,
Quite are the passions, the laughter and the streams.
Quite is the fire that sooths the moment.
Quite is the fire it's like a snow bird in flight,
Lie still, lie still and take in the moment.
For we shall remember how to dream, it's like watching a
Quite is the fire…
For a quite fire is like timeless echoes in the winds.
A quite fire can soothe a lonely soul in passing.
Quite is the fire…
A quite fire can take you over in a moment, it is magic,
A quite fire can burn deep within your soul for hope,
For peace and for love,
Quite is the fire to hear a silent whisper and think of love.
Quite is the fire.
Quite is the moment
Quite is the time for laughter
Quite is the time for hope
Quite is the time for passion
A quite fire is like timeless echoes in the winds.
poem by Sushana Vittaldev
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Death
NEVER again:
No child shall stir the inmost heart of her
And teach her heaven by that first faint stir;
No little lips shall lie against her breast
Save the cold lips that now lie there at rest;
No little voice shall rouse her from her sleep
And bid her wake to pain:
Her sleep is calm and deep,
Call not! refrain.
Close in her arm
As though even death drew back before the face
Of Motherhood in this white stilly place,
The gathered bud lies waxen white and cold,
As ever a flower your winter gardens hold.
She bore the pain, she never wore the crown,
She worked the bitter charm,
But all she won thereby is here laid down
Renounced--for good or harm.
Dream? Feed your soul
With dreams, while we must starve our hearts on clay,
Dream of a glorious white-winged sun-crowned day
When you shall see her once more face to face
Beside Christ's Mother in the blessed place!
But while you dream, they carry her from here,
The black bells toll and toll.
Oh God! if only she cannot see or hear,
Not hear those ghoul-like bells that crowd so near,
Not see that cold clay hole.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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A Dream in Winter
When all the daisies and daffodils
are buried deep below,
and summer's but a memory
hidden 'pon the drifting snow ~
'tis there beneath the whitened glow,
in a bed of greenest green,
that lives the dreams of springtime hue
with a gleam of emerald sheen.
When all the trees are bared and bent
against wintry winds that blow,
and spring is but a wistful sigh
'pon the branches that bow low ~
'tis there within the boughs so wide,
in a bed of greenest green,
that lives the buds of springtime hue
with a gleam of emerald sheen.
When roses fade 'pon winter's morn
as their petals flee on frosty breath,
and thorns are left to sadly yearn
in their bed of beauty's death ~
'tis there beneath those roses grown,
in a bed of greenest green,
that lives a vision of springtime hue
with a gleam of pastel sheen.
When winter brings a world of white,
a wonderland of icy glow,
and ends the seasons of green, and gold,
hidden 'neath a field of snow ~
'tis there the sleeping earth awaits
in a bed of springtime green,
sighing softly through winter's chill,
'pon a dream of emerald sheen.
poem by Hazelmarie Elliott
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So Deep Within You
Talk to me baby, I want to sleep at night.
My heart is heavy, its weighed down by the night.
And now Im lonely, I want to see the light
So deep within you.
Cool wind is blowing through your crazy hair.
Warm colours flowing, this feeling we have shared.
And now Im lonely I want to feel the love
So deep within you.
Your loves a never ending dream,
A castle by a stream of sweet understanding.
I know youre thinking of me too, the messages
From you are my inspiration.
Loves incense lingers, it never fades away.
Like you Im waiting for our special day.
And now Im lonely I want to feel the love
So deep within you
My love is burning, like a forest fire.
My heart is yearning, I feel a warm desire.
And now Im lonely I want to tough the fire
So deep within you.
song performed by by Moody Blues
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