Fly, Love, aloft
Fly, Love, aloft to heav'n and look out Fortune,
Then sweetly, sweetly, sweetly her importune,
That I from my Calisto best beloved
As you and she set down be never moved.
And, Love, to Carimel see you commend me,
Fortune for his sweet sake may chance befriend me.
poem by John Wilbye
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Natural Magic
There is nothing like the natural magic of my love's heart
Beating through her palm and into mine
Transferring the sound of silence's sweet part
Singing to mine silent heart, so sweetly refine
The simplest instrument, which says so much
Sauntering sweetly, hand in hand
With art hearts so tightly clutched
In each other's love, our destiny did so sweetly land
The eager heart, throbbing love we make
Our clasp, a chain that will never break
For love but more than that
Our love's sake
Singing passion, incredible love, as our hands, our hearts, we doth both take.
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Blissful
Here's thine breathe back
With a sweet kiss
Of love's sweet tact
Lost with love amidst
We sweetly breathe in love's bliss
Again love, sweet as soft
Love lifts us off our feet
Into love above, aloft!
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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The Joy if Church Fellowship Rightly Attended
In heaven soaring up, I dropped an ear
On earth: and Oh, sweet melody:
And listening, found it was the saints who were
Encroached for Heaven that sang for joy.
For in Christ's coach they sweetly sing,
As they to glory ride therein.
Oh, joyous hearts! Enfired with holy flame!
Is speech thus tassled with praise?
Will not your inward fire of joy contain:
That it in open flames doth blaze?
For in Christ's coach saints sweetly sing,
As they to glory ride therein.
And if a string do slip by chance, they soon
Do screw it up again, whereby
They set it in a more melodious tune
And a diviner harmony.
For in Christ's coach they sweetly sing,
As they to glory ride therein.
In all their acts, public and private, nay,
And secret too, they praise impart.
But in their acts divine and worship, they
With hymns do offer up their heart.
Thus in Christ's coach they sweetly sing,
As they to glory ride therein.
Some few not in; and some whose time and place
Block up this coach's way do go
As travelers afoot, and so do trace
The road that gives them right thereto,
While in this coach these sweetly sing,
As they to glory ride therein.
poem by Edward Taylor
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I Had a Love
I had a love and the sweet love's heart died
And I have thought it must had died of grieving
Oh what could my love grieve for? her lovely legs were tight
With a silken blanket threaded by my own hand's weaving
Sweet little fresh love why would your heart die
And why would you leave me, sweet little bird why?
Leave me to live in this forest, human jungle tree
Why pretty thing, could you not live with me?
I have kissed you so often and land you with white sheets
Why not live and love sweetly as the birds in the green trees.
Then why, lovely girl, should we lose all our blesses
that only a mortal fool such happiness misses
Be loving in pert and nimble spirit, and give me your hand
With love looking, passion locking and a voice sweetly bland
(2010)
If the Heart of a Man
If the heart of a man is deprest with cares,
The mist is dispell'd when a woman appears;
Like the notes of a fiddle, she sweetly, sweetly
Raises the spirits, and charms our ears.
Roses and lillies her cheeks disclose,
But her ripe lips are more sweet than those.
Press her,
Caress her,
With blisses,
Her kisses
Dissolve us in pleasure, and soft repose
Wren
World
Do not give me anything.
I would lose it.
Or abuse it
Or something.
Don't get too close to me.
When only the wren can sing my pain
So sweetly.
Don't try to break my chain.
Love left me bound and gagged
In the rain.
All passion drying
In the vein.
Only the wren
Can set me free.
Warbling so sweetly.
Please do not kiss me.
And say you care.
My emotional repair
Is beyond any sweet embrace.
Touch the scars upon my face
From burning tears.
Only the wren
Can quell my fears.
For just one minute
In early morning,
I am healed.
When that unwritten love song
Is revealed.
Please,
Do not ask me
Why or where or when.
Just let me fly away
With jenny wren.
poem by Kevin East
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Sonnet 60: When My Good Angel Guides Me
When my good angel guides me to the place,
Where all my good I do in Stella see,
That heav'n of joys throws only down on me
Thunder'd disdains and lightnings of disgrace:
But when the rugg'st step of Fortune's race
Makes me fall from her sight, then sweetly she
With words, wherein the Muses' treasures be,
Shows love and pity to my absent case.
Now I, wit-beaten long by hardest Fate,
So dull am, that I cannot look into
The ground of this fierce Love and lovely hate:
Then some good body tell me how I do,
Whose presence absence, absence presence is;
Blist in my curse, and cursed in my bliss.
poem by Philip Sidney
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Love Speaks Sweetly (Palindrome)
Love speaks sweetly,
“I love all of you,
Heart and Soul,
Beautiful and Bright.”
Everywhere love is,
Love says forever.
Forever says love,
Is love everywhere?
“Bright and Beautiful,
Soul and Heart,
You of all love I”
Sweetly speaks love.
(Now read from the last word
to the first)
© Sunday, December 25,2011
poem by Isunge Mwangase
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Sweet Waste Of Time
Time is wasted sweetly in your presence
Time is wasted sweetly with indifference
Time is wasted sweetly in your time
For you are my 'sweet waste of time'
No favour past that cannot last
No smile too sweet to beguile
I know your style
Is old trod and tiring
The sentences worn like a pair of oversized teeth
Your smile less Hilary Clinton
More Esther Rantzen
There's something sweet in absence
Wasting time
Useless time is always the most precious
There is no pause
No waiting in a queue for someone to arrive
You are here but quaintly 'absent' I surmise
Your BIG TEETH a giveaway diguise
I imagine you smile at funerals
Or when you're in discomfort
Or dispair
I am tempted to stop the nothingness of wasting
And ask 'Is anybody there? '
The minute cliicks
And swallows up much more than a dime
Your indolence is costly
Your a lazy wasteful WASTE FULL of time.
Yvette m smith
poem by Yvette Smith
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Once we were happy
Once we were happy, I
Loving and beloved,
You loved and loving, sweetly moved.
Then you became the enemy
Of love, and I to disdain
Found youthful passion change.
Disdain demands I speak,
Disdain, that in my breast
Keeps the shame of my neglected offering fresh:
And from your laurel
Tears the leaves, now dry, once beautiful.
poem by Torquato Tasso
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Lalla Rookh
"How sweetly," said the trembling maid,
Of her own gentle voice afraid,
So long had they in silence stood,
Looking upon that tranquil flood--
"How sweetly does the moon-beam smile
To-night upon yon leafy isle!
Oft in my fancy's wanderings,
I've wish'd that little isle had wings,
And we, within its fairy bow'rs,
Were wafted off to seas unknown,
Where not a pulse should beat but ours,
And we might live, love, die alone!
Far from the cruel and the cold,--
Where the bright eyes of angels only
Should come around us, to behold
A paradise so pure and lonely.
Would this be world enough for thee?"--
Playful she turn'd, that he might see
The passing smile her cheek put on;
But when she mark'd how mournfully
His eyes met hers, that smile was gone;
And, bursting into heart-felt tears,
"Yes, yes," she cried, "my hourly fears
My dreams have boded all too right--
We part--for ever part--to-night!
I knew, I knew it could not last--
'Twas bright, 'twas heav'nly, but 'tis past!
Oh! ever thus, from childhood's hour,
I've seen my fondest hopes decay;
I never lov'd a tree or flow'r,
But 'twas the first to fade away.
I never nurs'd a dear gazelle
To glad me with its soft black eye,
But when it came to know me well
And love me, it was sure to die!
Now too--the joy most like divine
Of all I ever dreamt or knew,
To see thee, hear thee, call thee mine,--
Oh misery! must I lose that too?
Yet go--on peril's brink we meet;--
Those frightful rocks--that treach'rous sea--
No, never come again--though sweet,
Though heav'n, it may be death to thee.
Farewell--and blessings on thy way,
Where'er thou goest, beloved stranger!
Better to sit and watch that ray,
And think thee safe, though far away,
Than have thee near me, and in danger!"
poem by Thomas Moore
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Believe
I used to close my eyes and ray the time would pass me by
So I could fly away in my dreams to anywhere unreal
and I'd hide away from everything
I didn't know what was real, I didn't know the truth
There was a day when somebody introduced me to You
And You breathed Your life in me
You set me free . . .
Now I'll shout it from the mountain
That I'm not the same that I used to be
I believe in God, Believe in God
I'm not ashamed to talk about it
To a world that slowly slips away
That I believe in God, Believe in God
Now at the end of day when nothing seems to go my way
I've got a friend, I've got a love that's never gonna let me go
Since You gave Your life for me
You set me free . . .
Oh, when I feel so alone
He comes to sweetly say
It's all gonna be okay
Oh, when my emotions flow
He comes to sweetly say
It's all gonna be okay
song performed by by ZoeGirl
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Sweetly Sings the Thrush
Sweetly sings the thrush
among the meadows fair.
All whose senses hear her
wish to wander there.
To be in tune with her fair voice
brings joy into your heart.
She sings of love for what she sees
of which you are a part.
Sweetly sings the thrush
before the night has come.
All the creatures of the day
are saddened when she's done.
To hear the silence of the night
you must wait for another ‘morrow.
For her song that permeates the air
to take away your sorrow.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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0273 Something A Song Sing Cummings
if loveliness
says sweetly Yes
says who poets’
poetness?
worthwords,
spearshake,
art forsaken art
a now world,
with here you,
in our all,
whose heart?
if loveliness
says sweetly Yes
says who poets’
poetness?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Agitated
You make me agitated,
You know I appreciate it
Why cant I complicate it
So why should I look at you
My love here is so true (very uncertain about that)
Yeah
You do it to me sweetly
Do them yeaahhh
You do it to me lovely
Do they yeaahhh
You try to make me crazy
You make me agitated
And then Im suffocated
And why should I look at you
My love here is so true
You do it to me sweetly
Do them yeaahh
You do it to me lovely
Do they yeaahh
song performed by by Muse
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My Bird Performs
(colin moulding)
Fine art never moved my soul
No vintage wine designer clothes
But my world shakes for me
My bird sings sweetly
A different kind of tinsel
Decorates my tree
Yes my bird performs
A thousand cheshire cats
Grin inside of me
Yes my bird performs
There she goes
Shakespeares sonnets leave me cold
The drama stage and the high brow prose
But my world shakes for me
My bird sings sweetly
The brightest fireworks
Are lighting up my sky
Yes my bird performs
The cage is open
But shes no desire to fly
cause my bird performs
There she goes
And you keep saying what you got
You keep saying what you got
Look out!
song performed by by Xtc
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My Bird Performs
(colin moulding)
Fine art never moved my soul
No vintage wine designer clothes
But my world shakes for me
My bird sings sweetly
A different kind of tinsel
Decorates my tree
Yes my bird performs
A thousand cheshire cats
Grin inside of me
Yes my bird performs
There she goes
Shakespeares sonnets leave me cold
The drama stage and the high brow prose
But my world shakes for me
My bird sings sweetly
The brightest fireworks
Are lighting up my sky
Yes my bird performs
The cage is open
But shes no desire to fly
cause my bird performs
There she goes
And you keep saying what you got
You keep saying what you got
Look out!
song performed by by Xtc
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In The Character Of A Ruined Farmer
Tune - "Go from my window, Love, do."
The sun he is sunk in the west,
All creatures retired to rest,
While here I sit, all sore beset,
With sorrow, grief, and woe:
And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!
The prosperous man is asleep,
Nor hears how the whirlwinds sweep;
But Misery and I must watch
The surly tempest blow:
And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!
There lies the dear partner of my breast;
Her cares for a moment at rest:
Must I see thee, my youthful pride,
Thus brought so very low!
And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!
There lie my sweet babies in her arms;
No anxious fear their little hearts alarms;
But for their sake my heart does ache,
With many a bitter throe:
And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!
I once was by Fortune carest:
I once could relieve the distrest:
Now life's poor support, hardly earn'd
My fate will scarce bestow:
And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!
No comfort, no comfort I have!
How welcome to me were the grave!
But then my wife and children dear-
O, wither would they go!
And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!
O whither, O whither shall I turn!
All friendless, forsaken, forlorn!
For, in this world, Rest or Peace
I never more shall know!
And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!
poem by Robert Burns
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Kiss me slowly
Kissing is an art, one most master
Kissing slowly is better than faster
Kiss me slowly
Kiss me tenderly
Kiss me sweetly
Kiss me on the lips
Down to my finger tips
Delicately sample my nipples
Kiss it, tease it, rather simple
When done right, let me be precise
Kissing itself can be rather very nice
Kiss me slowly
Kiss me tenderly
Kiss me sweetly
Kiss my body inch by inch
Till it tickles and starts to flinch
Kiss me in the left and right ear
Whisper sweet words of passionate care
Kiss me by the neck
With little kisses called pecks
Kiss me hungrily in the mouth
Hear my groaning delicious shouts
Kiss me below and yonder
Till my juices begin to ponder
And turn on fire with desire
Kiss me slowly
Kiss me tenderly
Kiss me sweetly
Kiss me once, twice, thrice
Oooo! These kisses are very nice
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Smile Now
Smile now- for you are loved most completely,
Alas, before now, ne'er have you been, so sweetly!
Perchance, my sweet, might you now be timorous-
Of a love such as our's, enchanting and mysterious?
Smile now- for our destiny now has arrived
Be not abashed of what the fates have derived!
Embrace the love your heart demands you hold,
Welcome all emotion, which in you, it has extolled!
Smile now- rejoice, for your forever is now here,
Naught is there else, for me, more clear!
No matter where it is you may dwell,
Assure you I do, not may you escape love's spell!
Smile now- you are the most beloved beauty,
To love you as you deserve to be- my duty!
Maurice Harris,8 December 2008
poem by Maurice Harris
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