Poem about Poetry - Realisation of Selves
i am not here,
not there, not anywhere
forgive me
i am torn between words
and their charms
between their essence
and their chameleon arms
a sincerity sometimes
caught between the
drunkenness for beauty
and the realisations of selves
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Beauty or Truth
How shall I love you
................in beauty or in truth?
Your beauty is plain to see,
Not something you can hide.
Your truth must you freely give me.
So deeply within you it abides.
I prefer to touch your beauty,
There in your eyes where it glows.
I cannot feel the truth
That in you somewhere grows.
I cannot taste the truth,
Sweet words in your mouth,
From deeper thoughts where it lies,
But your lips are tasty buds of everything alive.
I cannot smell the truth
................of your firmament,
But the perfume of your beauty
.................is the fragrance I long to sense.
I will love you in your beauty
.................embrace your breasts and womanness
And I will love you in your truth
.................nestled in your inner essence
I cannot desire the one and not the other.
I’m compelled to feel the beauty of your charms
And in your arms embrace the treasure of who you are
....................— even if it takes an eternity.
poem by Ben Gieske
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The Convivial Book - Ye've Often, For Our Drunkenness,
Blamed us in ev'ry way,
And, in abuse of drunkenness,
Enough can never say.
Men, overcome by drunkenness,
Are wont to lie till day;
And yet I find my drunkenness
All night-time make me stray;
For, oh! 'tis Love's sweet drunkenness
That maketh me its prey,
Which night and day, and day and night,
My heart must needs obey,--
A heart that, in its drunkenness,
Pours forth full many a lay,
So that no trifling drunkenness
Can dare assert its sway.
Love, song, and wine's sweet drunkenness,
By night-time and by day,--
How god-like is the drunkenness
That maketh me its prey!
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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My Direction-Just For You
Once upon a time you were WES Wynwood-yes you were-
Shoutin' out of Missouri way...!
But then like a chameleon lizard--
You up and changed your name in: 'Word Play'..-;
Now they say less is oft' more...!
And peoples words give away many things-
I am very sure that is true now-
'Cause its your words that new information brings! ;
So thank you-thank you information man! -
For helping along on this day of days...
More words from you- that are oh so true-
Have so helped us all today;
The sun is out and shining...! ! !
Brighter even than the day before...! ! !
'Cause you finally broke your silence-!
We now know what we're looking for! ;
May 24,2010
The Essence
Underneath The Umbrella
poem by Theodora Onken
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Hidden Charms
Her lips are sweet
Her legs are big
Her looks can make you
Dance the jig
Her touch is so soft
Her heart is so warm
What knocks me out
Is your hidden charms
Her voice is so soft
Her love is so true
I think about her
Thats all I do
Shes weak and wanton
In my arms
What moves me darling
Is your hidden charms
When I hold you
In my arms
Brings out all of your
Hidden charms
Her kiss is so pure
As the morning dew
A real gone love
Is exciting too
Her eyes that talk
They say cmon
What kills me baby
Is your hidden charms
When I hold you
In my arms
Brings out all of your
Hidden charms
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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In Your Arms Of Love
wrap me in your arms
of comfort
sing to me the songs
of one thought
your smile charms
my eyes you caught
the pros and cons
we fought to sort
love in all its forms
a resort
no doubt
in your arms i belong
sweet melody
you sing the song
the love remedy
you bring it along
wrap you around me i seek
love strong not weak
as a silent river run deep
the memories we keep
in your arms i feel loved
holding me so tight i feel gloved
a glance at each other's eye tip
cuddling on a tight grip
tipsy in your arms
a hug i receive
all the wrongs we forgive
not to deceive
but to give & live
a better love we perceive
in your arms
a tweet
of a soothing
amazingly soothe
thy tweet
___
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**stay with me (o' dear heart of mine) **
poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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Villanelle of Ye Young Poet's First Villanelle to his Ladye and Ye Difficulties Thereof
To sing the charms of Rosabelle,
To pour my soul out at her feet,
I try to write this villanelle.
Now I am caught within her spell,
It seems to me most wondrous sweet
To sing the charms of Rosabelle.
I seek in vain for words to tell
My love -- Alas, my muse is weak!
I try to write this villanelle.
Would I had power to compel
The English language incomplete
To sing the charms of Rosabelle.
The ardent thoughts that in me dwell
On paper I would fair repeat
I try to write this villanelle.
My effort fruitless is. O H--l!
I'll tell her all when next we meet.
To sing the charms of Rosabelle,
I tried to write this villanelle.
poem by Eugene O'Neill
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Tribute To The Beautiful Woman Of My Life
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder so they say. Beauty attracts. Beauty is lik
e a pollen grain that attracts. Beauty appeals to the human senses. Beauty ma
kes life palatable. Beauty grants you favor. Beauty open doors. Beauty makes
you glowing for friendship. Beauty make people to always appreciate you. Bea
uty make people extend their hands of fellowship to you. Beauty make people
head turn to look or roll to gasp for air. Beauty make people run over themselves
. Beauty gives accolade and respect.Ho! Beauty Ho!
Beauty Ho! Beauty Ho! Beautiful lady i have given my heart to you
. I have given you my body my total being belongs to you. I am your all in all.Y
our beauty drives me crazy. Your beauty makes me abnomal at times.I cannot c
ontrol myself. I know the thing dey do me!
Do me! Do
me! Your multitude of words should have frighten the men but men still fall on o
ne another to win your love, should your empty talk make men hold their peace
? And when you mock should no one rebuke you. If i say i did not notice your b
eauty as well i deceive myself and posterity will not forgive me for that. If you will prepare your heart, and stretch out your hands toward me and accept me whole heartedly as your only beloved husband, i will fly to the moon because of you, surely you will lift up your face without a spot; yes you would be steadfast and not fear; because you will forget your misery and remember it as water that have passed away. Your life will be brighter than the noonday. Though you were dark, you will be like the morning, and you will be secure because there is hope; yes you would dig around you and take your rest in safety.You would also lie down and no one, i repeat no one would make you afraid, yes many would count your favor. I say with my whole sense of sincerity, tribute to the beautiful woman i love.
poem by Olayemi Ayo
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Of This You Can Be Sure
The summer sun rises over the hills,
With a beauty and certain grace,
But it cannot compete with the beauty of you,
Or the beauty of your face.
The falling snow in wintertime,
Makes everything look so new,
But it cannot compare with the beauty,
The beauty that is you.
The birds in springtime sing their song,
So sweetly and so pure,
But they cannot compare with your sweet words,
Of this you can be sure.
The colorful leaves on autumn trees,
All covered with morning dew,
May be glorious in their beauty,
But are nothing compared to you.
All the wonders on this fine earth,
And the glory of up above,
Are nothing compared to your sweet charms,
Or the beauty of your love.
12-18-09.
poem by Alan W. Jankowski
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The divine presence (cavatina sequence)
Whispering softly, sometimes indistinct
as vague as sleep
a voice keeps calling, as if it’s drawing
from the dark deep;
in times of happiness and utter gloom,
while people weep
something reaches with invisible arms
with its own sweet silent lingering charms.
In the veldt, in the green grassy meadows
in night and day,
the essence of a kind of divine care
does always stay,
speaks up in the world’s natural beauty,
it is at play
in all the silences of day and night,
in the utter darkness and at first light.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Falling In Love...
Falling in love with you came so easy-
Surrendering to your arms it wasn't planned...
I just melted into you and your arms so true-
Walking with you-hand in hand;
You led me through your loving garden-
And picked for me a red-red Rose-
Sat me down amongst the Day Lilies-
And seduced me with your most delicate prose;
Oh- your words they were so heavenly...
That they captured my entire heart and mind-
Falling in love with you it came so easy-
Spending time in your arms most divine;
Falling in love with you it came so easy-
Surrendering to your arms it wasn't planned-
But i just melted into-your words so true-
That i walked with you-hand in hand;
We were oh so magical together...
Our two hearts-they melted into one-
Ours was a journey of true loves ecstacy-
Together-always when the day was done;
You were everything i ever needed...
Your charms and your charisma t'was so fair-
A Knight In White Satin you-indeed-were-
So regal-so cavalier-so debonair;
Falling in love with you it came so easy-
Surrendering to your arms it was not planned-
I just melted into you-and your words i thought were true?
And walked with you-hand in hand;
But the days began turning into continual night-
And your arms and charms disappeared into thin air-
Your words once true? Now turned me blue!
Thrown into reality-i realized that you no longer cared;
For what had been so wonderful-
For what had been a love so grand-
Has ended oh so abruptly-
That no longer do we walk hand in hand! ;
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From: My 'ALL IS ONE' Theme
May,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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Beauty Contest
Damsel in distress is quite submissive
Look how somber my vanity is
A feminine human creature
Superficial, seducing detour
Im going to the mall for the cookie cutter
The ugly duckling will always suffer
Contaminated standards, I try to fight it
I better get back on my diet
Obsessed with the beauty contest
Beauty contest
Howd my vanity get such a mess?
Beauty contest
Im obsessed
Reduce myself, I got the strict restrictions
Not sexy enough without the regulations
A melting point countdown the fading features
Born to blossom and bloom to perish
Obsessed with the beauty contest
Beauty contest
Oh, Ive got to get out of this mess
Beauty contest
Im obsessed
And Ive fallen, I cant help myself
Im feeling envious of all the rest
Youre bringing out the lemming in me
A victim of the cattle call disease
Not easy to be me
I feel swollen
Obsessed with the beauty contest
Beauty contest
Howd my vanity get such a mess?
Obsessed with the beauty contest
Obsessed with the beauty contest
Beauty contest
Ive got to get out of this mess
Obsessed with the beauty contest
Obsessed with the beauty contest
Beauty contest
Howd my vanity get such a mess?
Caught up in the beauty contest
Caught up in the beauty contest
Caught up in the beauty contest
Caught up in the beauty contest
Caught up in the beauty contest
And I feel swollen
Howd my vanity get such a mess?
My vanitys a mess
song performed by by No Doubt
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Sonnet: Forgive Them God, Lord
Forgive them God, they know not what they do;
Forgive them Lord, they know not what they say;
Forgive them God, they are my siblings too;
Forgive them Lord, they seem just bad today!
Forgive them God, they were all born with me;
Forgive them Lord, they suffered really;
Forgive them God; they were so good truly;
Forgive them Lord, they have done their duty!
Forgive them God, the tempter has them prey;
Forgive them Lord, they were so sad most days;
Federal been God and send your guardian fay;
Forgive them Lord, they have innocent face!
Forgive them God; I’ll pray for them instead;
Forgive them Lord; better You strike me dead!
28-5-2001 Perundurai, ERODE. T.N. INDIA
poem by John Celes
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Chameleon? Me? No!
A chameleon? Me? No!
But I have appeared on scenes,
Unseen.
Ignored...
And not directly disrespected.
Unless someone regarded me as a pesty insect.
And someone named Jackson...
In my youth did me like that.
A bitter woman that lack attraction.
A chameleon? Me? No!
But I have appeared on scenes,
Unseen.
Not that others were being mean.
I'm not one to call attention to myself.
If it is given,
What can I say?
Go away?
I've tried that before!
It doesn't work.
Then I'm considered a complete jerk.
An egomaniac with insecurities.
A chameleon?
Me?
No!
I don't choose or wish to be.
Nor is that need inside of me.
I just love who it is I am.
With a love of life I experience.
And if others see that differently?
What about that can I really say?
Don't do it like that...
Do that my way?
There is too much to digest.
Too much life I have not lived yet.
To make confessions,
Of how I wished I had lived my life?
The way I 'could' have lived it.
And did that to my delight!
A chameleon?
Me?
No!
'Me' know just 'me' and that's it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Torn
You have torn my heart out.
You have made it bleed.
I want you to feel what I feel
I want you to take heed.
To tell you how much you hurt me
To tell you how you can DARE.
Anger boils up inside.
Anger, I don’t care.
You with your boyish charms,
You with the alluring eyes,
I gave you my whole body
I gave you me, and I despise.
Say that I am incredible,
Say that I am unique,
Anger I believed your verbal skills,
Anger at the lies you speak.
You clearly have a way with women.
You entice them with your words,
I was drawn in by your helplessness
I was drawn in - I feel absurd.
God, help me let those feelings go.
God, help me to forgive.
God let me learn to love again,
God let me learn to live.
poem by Camille MKMM
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Please, forgive me my love, my love
Please forgive me my words, my love.
Please forgive me my touch, my love.
Please forgive me my passion, my love.
Please forgive me my madness, my love.
Please forgive me my weakness, my love.
For I have
Not more than these lips
Not more than these two hands
Not more than this body
Not more than a dream.
So please forgive me my love, my love.
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Pondering upon the Rose on a Sunday Morning......
The symbol of love
When giving in love a rose speaks for itself
The beauty is picturesque
The scent it gives lasting for ever
The rose never seen without her thorns
Still who can not feel happiness when a rose is seen or given?
Even for a brief minute, a second the rose brings a smile
Or perhaps a small sigh of delight
If one were to think upon a rose…
The thorns… the beauty…
The petals that carry the essence…
That lingers even after it is withered
If one were compare to our Lord…
He held thorns upon his precious head; the head of the rose is above the thorns
His love was known for its beauty and compassion, the rose noted for love
His words and Spirit lingers for eternity much like the scent of the rose
My Lord created the Rose
Perhaps he created it for remembrance of His son
Looking upon the rose I see it all so clearly
The meaning of love
The beauty
An essence that shall always be with me
poem by Patricia Gale
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I can forgive, but I cannot forget, is only another way of saying, I will not forgive. Forgiveness ought to be like a cancelled note - torn in two, and burned up, so that it never can be shown against one.
quote by Henry Ward Beecher
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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To This Moment a Rebel
To this moment a rebel I throw down my arms,
Great Love, at first sight of Olinda's bright charms.
Make proud and secure by such forces as these,
You may now play the tyrant as soon as you please.
When Innocence, Beauty, and Wit do conspire
To betray, and engage, and inflame my Desire,
Why should I decline what I cannot avoid?
And let pleasing Hope by base Fear be destroyed?
Her innocence cannot contrive to undo me,
Her beauty's inclined, or why should it pursue me?
And Wit has to Pleasure been ever a friend,
Then what room for Despair, since Delight is Love's end?
There can be no danger in sweetness and youth,
Where Love is secured by good nature and truth;
On her beauty I'll gaze and of pleasure complain
While every kind look adds a link to my chain.
'Tis more to maintain than it was to surprise,
But her Wit leads in triumpth the slave of her eyes;
I beheld, with the loss of my freedom before,
But hearing, forever must serve and adore.
Too bright is my Goddess, her temple too weak:
Retire, divine image! I feel my heart break.
Help, Love! I dissolve in a rapture of charms
At the thought of those joys I should meet in her arms.
poem by Lord John Wilmot
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(The) King Of Oak Street
Like a leaf caught in the wind he drifted a while
With no purpose or direction too his life
He tried to get himself together and pacify his mind
And forget about the things he left behind.
The cryin' woman standing helpless in his door
With a two month old baby in her arms
His little black book laying torn up on the floor
And God only knows he never meant to do her wrong.
A careless weekend on the other side of town
Has torn the king of Oak Street's Castle down
And all week long he's tried to call her but she won't let him explain
Now Sunday morning finds him walking in the rain.
He sits down in a phone booth and he prays
That she'll forgive him and she'll believe he's changed his ways
With shaking hand he deposits his last dime
And he's still praying that she won't hang up this time.
Then the sweetest voice he's ever heard says hello
Breakfast's almost ready baby, come on home
I've thought the whole thing over and I think I understand
That the king of Oak Street is just an ordinary man.
I've thought the whole thing over and I think I understand
That the king of Oak Street is just an ordinary man...
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Love Me (Villanelle)
Love me with sincerity,
with the true feelings in your heart
in times of loss and of prosperity
while our influence linger into posterity
and may our lives never part.
Love me with t sincerity,
as if our words and deeds are more than surety
in truthfulness that is something of an art
in times of loss and of prosperity
and when we are old without any dexterity
may our feelings then last and never depart.
Love me with sincerity
that brings feelings to a kind of clarity,
that daily anew does start
in times of loss and of prosperity.
and may we constantly act in solidarity
as if nothing our affections can thwart.
Love me with sincerity,
in times of loss and of prosperity.
poem by Gert Strydom
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