A Love Poem to My Cat Cleopatra
My little bundle of sensual delight
Sleeps on my bed through the vampire night
Giving the ghosts and the demons a fright
With her glittering eyes that shine so bright!
My little cat who knows me so well
And has rescued me from my loneliest hell,
A wizard of taste and sight and smell,
What tales do you expect a poor poet to tell?
I've got no tales of your feline power
When my world turned cold and its joys were sour,
You've been my companion in the darkest hour
As precious and beautiful as the loveliest flower!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Precious Time
I was captured by the light of a wayward smile
When she said to me,
Move slowly son and touch the sky,
Very soon youll see
Oo, how precious time placed its hand on me;
Oo, how precious time, how it rescued me.
See the line of sight in side your mind,
But from where I dont know.
And the tales that are left behind,
Left for all to grow.
Oo, precious time placed its hand on me;
Oo, precious time, how it rescued me.
Oo, how it rescued me, how it rescued me.
Oh, theres a place in time not far from here,
A place we all could see;
So if youre lookin for a better day,
Touch the sky and see.
Oh, precious time placed its hand on me;
Oh, precious time, how it rescued me.
Be the soldiers for your lives my friends,
Fight for all to see.
Its the only way to catch the sun;
Its the only way youll see,
Oh how precious time placed its hand on me,
Yeah precious time
How it rescued me, baby, baby it rescued me.
Oh, theres a place in time not far from here,
A place we all could see;
So if youre lookin for a better day,
Touch the sky and see.
Oh, precious time placed its hand on me;
Oh, precious time, how it rescued me.
song performed by by Journey
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Halloween.
Halloween
Eyes of green
Shine in the dark.
Swinging lights
And vampire bites.
What hides in the park?
The 31st
Expect the worst.
Broomsticks on high.
Banshees wail
Under moon so pale
As ghouls float by.
At witching hour
The blackest flower
Blooms on the streets.
The living dead
Are starved or fed
With trick or treats.
As bloodstained choir
Fresh from hell's fire
In doorways sit.
Full moonshine
Mean werewolves dine.
As pumpkin smiles are lit.
Halloween
Its spell is cast.
The spectres visitation past.
Demons unmasked
Become children again.
But who's that?
I ask,
At the window pane.
poem by Kevin East
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Fright
I scream your name at night. My eyes full of tears and fright. From the sight of the lonely night. I’m losing sight. Cause I’m so full of fright. I cry at the sight of the ever lonely night. Cause she is in sight when I look at the night. I'll cry all night with that sight. Because without the light to my night. I’m full of terror and fright. Like a baby born without sight. I will always scream your name in fright. Because she is the light to my darkest of nights. Because I’m full of fight on that night. My heart is losing the fight.
poem by Dennis F. Rigdon Jr.
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Poor Man's Gold (Incomplete)
It's The Feeling That I Get Holding My Brand New Baby.
Holding On To Daddy's Thumb Just As Tightly As He Can Hold
And It's Hearin' People Say He Looks A Lot Like His Daddy.
These Things Are A Poor Man's Gold.
It's The Twinkle In The Eyes Of The Gray Haired Old Man We Call Grandpa.
Tellin' Tales To The Kids That Get Taller Every Time There Told.
And It's Knowin' That For A While He's No Longer Lonely.
These Things Are A Poor Man's Gold.
It's The Smell Of Honeysuckle In The Springtime It's The Silence Of A Freshly
Fallin Snow.
It's The Sound Of Children Laughing In The Sunshine.
It's A Crisp Autum Night With A Million Stars All Aglow.
And It's The Sweet Sleepy Sound Of Your Warm Gentle Breathing.
As You Cling To Me In The Night To Keep Away The Cold.
And It's The Softness Of Your Body There In The Darkness.
These Things Are A Poor Man's Gold.
Honey Theses Precious Things Are A Poor Man's Gold.
song performed by by Elvis Presley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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My uncle was born at the end of the Edo era and was a great authority on the various bizarre and gruesome legends that were so popular in those days: tales of haunted houses with rooms no one dared enter; tales of the souls of scorned women, still living, tormenting an unfaithful lover; tales of ghosts unable to relinquish an attachment to their former lives... Yet he took great pains to deny there was any truth to these legends, repeating the lesson of his samurai education that "a true warrior does not believe in ghosts."
Kido Okamoto in The Ghost of Ofumi (1930), translated by Ian MacDonald
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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The Other Side for M Lady Tara
Two little ghosts out walking at night
When one little Ghost cried out in fright
Oh Dear I think I see a man.
He’s over there I’m sure I can
The other ghost says you cannot do
there are no men they are not true
Just old Ghosts tales to frighten you
and if they were what could they do
There are no men there never was
I know that’s true because.
My old professor told me so
and he was clever he should know.
The whole idea amuses me
A living man you’ll never see
(Apr 04)
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Since Sheep They've Been
They want their leader to fail.
For reasons not as obvious,
As demons who tell tall tales.
Demons who wish,
Their created decadence prevails.
And if he should fail,
Unfortunately...
So does everyone,
In the entire country.
You see...
He is their first leader with integrity.
And all of those around the world...
Can see this very clearly.
And the truth he tells,
Conflicts with those who have told tall tales.
And a defeat is all they accept they will receive.
Since sheep they've been in accepting fear to believe.
'But those interests that are ours are the best in the world! '
~Which ones are the most envied?
And why are others pleading for you to leave?
Except for your leader,
Who is treated as if he is royalty!
Have they been fed on deceit as well? ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Think I See The Light
I used to trust nobody, trusting even less their words,
Until I found somebody, there was no one I preferred,
My heart was made of stone, my eyes saw only misty grey,
Until you came into my life girl, I saw everyone that way.
Until I found the one I needed at my side,
I think I would have been a sad man all my life.
I think I see the light coming to me,
Coming through me giving me a second sight.
So shine, shine, shine,
Shine, shine, shine,
Shine, shine, shine.
I used to walk alone, every step seemed the same.
This world was not my home, so there was nothing much to gain.
Look up and see the clouds, look down and see the cold floor.
Until you came into my life girl, I saw nothing, nothing more.
Until I found the one I needed at my side,
I think I would have been a sad man all my life.
I think I see the light coming to me,
Coming through me giving me a second sight.
So shine, shine, shine,
Shine, shine, shine,
Shine, shine, shine.
song performed by by Cat Stevens
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Land of Fairy Tales
Together they wandered hand in hand
Across the beauty of the land
Until they saw the golden sand
From England's hills and vales.
And there together they would lie
unnoticed by the passer-by
Whispering love, sweet and shy
Just like in fairy tales.
And sometimes in the evening hue
They'd sail the sea of silvery blue,
In those days when love was true
On England's shores and dales.
Before their eyes, a magic sight
As North East stars lit up the night
On a coast of sheer delight
Oh 'Land of fairy tales'.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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A Beautiful Flower
I have a flower, Yes I have picked a beautiful flower,
One with greatest strength like a tree with mightiness and power,
Power of faith beyond any measure,
Yet precious and few like a beautiful treasure.
How precious its love it shares,
How very precious sweet and rare.
Easily lost as colors are tossed on the tides,
For those who tend to set it aside.
Beauty beyond their eye’s is what I have gained as a prize,
And keeping it, is what makes my heart so wise.
It may seem like neglect on their part,
But neglect has not been the wish of their heart.
Why so often many are in a rush,
The beauty of this flower is often a hush.
I praise my flower for its humbleness,
Staying that way always brings forth its beautifulness.
Yes my flower that I have I would gladly share,
To those who appreciate my gift that is rare.
This flower is a gift and I will tell you why,
Because its known for its beauty that will never die.
For if my flower and me ever depart,
The beauty of it will always be found in my heart.
Yes I have a flower, a beautiful flower to name,
It would have to be beautiful,
it would have to meet its beauty inside and out the same.
For that isn’t hard to do, Why you don’t even need a clue,
For I could have never have picked a better you,
My Dear Friend (put name here)….. Its true.
A name, that’s beautiful as you.
poem by Esther Ayala
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Star Seed Or Eternal Sunhine Of Your Mind.
the earth the moon and the black and starry sky such a sweet night life in twilight vale and ender tales of heros and villians and good and evil times of armies of horrific proportions over whelming odds and lil success seed of wonder and seed of truth the truth be told under limelight of the coldest and darkest night super illumation of soul and heart soul searching of heart and mind evil corruption of the mind and heart goodness overwhelms these terrible irregularities of ur heart and mind true love blossoms like a beautiful flower from a seed planted a long time ago far and lost in the coldest winters of olden time to awaken and bloom into sumthing bright and beautiful for all to see in the gardens of life but into the halls of madness one stumbles darkness falls on everything from every angle the evil ones follow and are on ur path the odd ones stir sumwhere in the shadows do it is whatever the hell that the odd ones like to do after what seem forever stumbling around the darkest halls of long and lonliness u make ur way to bright fields of golden light an eternal sunshine of the brightest mind your sweet mind which brings love to me in more ways then i can tell you with her in your heart that love can make one overcome the darkest of evils for her what lies in her heart is an eternal brightness that fulfills ur mind of wonder and love for an eternity.
poem by Dorian Suchelle
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Double Trouble
My father's castle has a view
of the sea
Oh what a beautiful sight
Someday my prince will come
for me
He is my one true love
my delight
My dreams come floating on
the mist
The vampire came through my window
at midnight
My father would
be pissed
I saw he was not alone
His friend gave me such
a fright
I almost turned into stone
These vampires need to go
I pulled my AF-2011 Double Barrel
from my night stand
It was time for the show
Always loaded with silver bullets
garlic laced
the look on their face was
quite dazed
the trigger left those two
disintegrated
Awakening from this dream
The breeze came whispering
it is going to be a sensational day
With a kiss on the cheek
from a sunbeam
poem by Rachel Nichols
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Sonnet LVIII. The Glow-Worm
WHEN on some balmy-breathing night of Spring
The happy child, to whom the world is new,
Pursues the evening moth, of mealy wing,
Or from the heath-bell beats the sparkling dew;
He sees before his inexperienced eyes
The brilliant Glow-worm, like a meteor, shine
On the turf-bank;--amazed, and pleased, he cries,
'Star of the dewy grass!--I make thee mine!'--
Then, ere he sleep, collects 'the moisten'd' flower,
And bids soft leaves his glittering prize enfold,
And dreams that Fairy-lamps illume his bower:
Yet with the morning shudders to behold
His lucid treasure, rayless as the dust!
--So turn the world's bright joys to cold and blank disgust.
poem by Charlotte Smith
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A Ballad of London
AH, London! London! our delight,
Great flower that opens but at night,
Great City of the midnight sun,
Whose day begins when day is done.
Lamp after lamp against the sky
Opens a sudden beaming eye,
Leaping alight on either hand,
The iron lilies of the Strand.
Like dragonflies, the hansoms hover,
With jeweled eyes, to catch the lover;
The streets are full of lights and loves,
Soft gowns, and flutter of soiled doves.
The human moths about the light
Dash and cling close in dazed delight,
And burn and laugh, the world and wife,
For this is London, this is life!
Upon thy petals butterflies,
But at thy root, some say, there lies,
A world of weeping trodden things,
Poor worms that have not eyes or wings.
From out corruption of their woe
Springs this bright flower that charms us so,
Men die and rot deep out of sight
To keep this jungle-flower bright.
Paris and London, World-Flowers twain
Wherewith the World-Tree blooms again,
Since Time hath gathered Babylon,
And withered Rome still withers on.
Sidon and Tyre were such as ye,
How bright they shone upon the tree!
But Time hath gathered, both are gone,
And no man sails to Babylon.
poem by Richard Le Gallienne
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The Loneliest Guy
- Album: Reality
- Lyrics and music by David Bowie
Streets turn from walls
Empty smell, that's all
Weeds between buildings
Pictures on my hard drive
But I'm the luckiest guy
Not the loneliest guy
Steam on the floor
Shots by the mirror's frame
Clouds green and old
No Sign No nothing Now
But I'm the luckiest guy
Not the loneliest guy
All the pages that have turned
All the errors left unlearned, oh
But I'm the luckiest guy
Not the loneliest guy
In the world
Not me
Not me
song performed by by David Bowie
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Pale & Precious
So pale and precious is the light that will shine
Out of the windows in her head
So pale and precious like the sun as it climbs
Up every morning on her bed
If all of her moments were put down in a book
Then I could read it til I went blind
If all of the tears she cried flowed into a brook
Well than Im sure it would taste like wine
Dont care what the others might say
As far as Im concerned they can all fall apart
Fade away
So pale and precious is the light that will shine
Out of her perfumed golden hair
So pale and precious are the steps that I climb
Up to her room so bright and bare
If all of the things she said were flowers and tress
Well then her garden would always be green
If all of our time together fell on one day
It would be like every christmas theres been
Dont care what the others might say
As far as Im concerned they can all fall apart
Fade away
Up she rises each and every morning
She blows the stars out of the sky
And lights the sun with her bright eyes
The smell of the pinecones
And the sea in her hair
Silver gentle
song performed by by Xtc
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Hold not the Flower to be a Victor
string swing in the middle of the air;
turning the whole Ground floats in the
harmony of tunes settle down in the
vantage of songs
the trigger stumble, clicking the
pointless aim for a nice shoot loaded
with a beautiful sight in the middle of
the heart, like sponges of perfume,
offered a simple catch in the middle of
the night, the choir of the eye and say I
do desire
find me in the color of the powder
and smell me in the rifle of flower, for
what ever it goes that beautiful star in
the sky will always remind you where
the night is so bright in your lovely
eyes
search and love the lullaby of the
Victory of your smile, the gun smokes
the flower until the end of time ……
poem by Antonio Liao
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Memory
Brightly the sun of summer shone,
Green fields and waving woods upon,
And soft winds wandered by;
Above, a sky of purest blue,
Around, bright flowers of loveliest hue,
Allured the gazer's eye.
But what were all these charms to me,
When one sweet breath of memory
Came gently wafting by?
I closed my eyes against the day,
And called my willing soul away,
From earth, and air, and sky;
That I might simply fancy there
One little flower - a primrose fair,
Just opening into sight;
As in the days of infancy,
An opening primrose seemed to me
A source of strange delight.
Sweet Memory! ever smile on me;
Nature's chief beauties spring from thee,
Oh, still thy tribute bring!
Still make the golden crocus shine
Among the flowers the most divine,
The glory of the spring.
Still in the wall-flower's fragrance dwell;
And hover round the slight blue bell,
My childhood's darling flower.
Smile on the little daisy still,
The buttercup's bright goblet fill
With all thy former power.
For ever hang thy dreamy spell
Round mountain star and heather bell,
And do not pass away
From sparkling frost, or wreathed snow,
And whisper when the wild winds blow,
Or rippling waters play.
Is childhood, then, so all divine?
Or Memory, is the glory thine,
That haloes thus the past?
Not all divine; its pangs of grief,
(Although, perchance, their stay be brief,)
Are bitter while they last.
Nor is the glory all thine own,
For on our earliest joys alone
That holy light is cast.
With such a ray, no spell of thine
Can make our later pleasures shine,
Though long ago they passed.
poem by Anne Brontë from Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell (1846)
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Anyone
Fate took a freeway to my room
Said to much while he stayed
And left too soon.
Bright on an evening sea,
He washed in with the tide
Deep in each others dreams
Where all but dreams had died.
Wretched in your thoughts
Gentle hate within the love you bought.
Words fade like flowers shadowed
There beneath your wall
Wind cries from every angle
Dead leaves left to wait for fall.
And in my darkest hour
When I can find no light
My goals are out of sight
And nothing warms the night.
I close my eyes
And with such sweet surprise
I can be anywhere
I can be anyone.
And in my darkest hour
When I can find no light
My goals are out of sight
And nothing warms the night.
I close my eyes
And with such sweet surprise
I can be anywhere
I can be anything
I can be anyone
I can be anyone.
song performed by by Yaz
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Anyone
Fate took a freeway to my room
Said to much while he stayed
And left too soon.
Bright on an evening sea,
He washed in with the tide
Deep in each others dreams
Where all but dreams had died.
Wretched in your thoughts
Gentle hate within the love you bought.
Words fade like flowers shadowed
There beneath your wall
Wind cries from every angle
Dead leaves left to wait for fall.
And in my darkest hour
When I can find no light
My goals are out of sight
And nothing warms the night.
I close my eyes
And with such sweet surprise
I can be anywhere
I can be anyone.
And in my darkest hour
When I can find no light
My goals are out of sight
And nothing warms the night.
I close my eyes
And with such sweet surprise
I can be anywhere
I can be anything
I can be anyone
I can be anyone.
song performed by by Yaz
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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