All Else is Shadow
Dear, “if you read these lines remember not
the hand that writ”, by Destiny propelled,
for many venture, most are soon forgot,
by Chance or choice to Lethe swift expelled.
The moving finger, spellbound, writes, impelled
to tell the world, - its jealous eyes to dot, -
of one whose talents true cannot be spelled,
all else is shadow, bolt – Time flies – soon shot.
“Age cannot wither, nor can custom stale
her infinite” unique, – both vain and sot
is who would dare to circumscribe her tale.
All praise is superficial and must fail
to sway the heart which on Love’s wind would sail.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Enobarbus: Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety.
line from Antony and Cleopatra, Act II, Scene 2, script by William Shakespeare (1606)
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Hips Sway
Not the harsh sunshine
Cast soft dusk ambers instead
Brow furroughs not be shown
Let only clarity be read
Sway. Just sway
Close your eyes now
Sway
Let your mind wander now
Hips Sway
Let your mind wander
Hips Sway Sway
And like the road
That tells of no fatalities
Let me fool you one more time
Nievete travels smooth-Just fine
When you're with me
Sway Just sway
Close your eyes now
Sway
Let your mind wander now
Hips sway
Let your mind wander
Hips Sway Sway
Let the sweet of my lips
Linger on your finger tips
Longer than the rational of time
Not trying to keep you
Not trying to make you mine
Sway. Just sway
Close your eyes now
Sway
Let your mind wander now
Hips Sway
Let your mind wander
Hips Sway Sway
So when the night shadows
No longer move my way
Persuaded you can not be
Not even one more day
Impaled I will not be
Instead retreat to mountain tops
To face the sky and say
Remember how we used to sway
Close your eyes now
Sway.
Let your mind wander now
Hips Sway
Let your mind wander
Hips Sway Sway
poem by Atty Davis
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Living Choice
Its deep in heart that felt repeatedly
about a being in time and space
that follow the laws of nature
Betwixt the stimulus and response
a space and time that can defy the nature and destiny
defines the state of being
in the form of choice
Choice lies before us at every moment in life
to chart the direction of life
Else the chance will takeover the course
subordinating to the flow of nature
With choice in your hand
begin the passion to reach the destiny
Raise the motivation to be better
Unleash the talents required
That take the life towards evolution
pushing the human race ahead of the present existence
poem by Prakash Rao Sunchu
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Keep Moving
Hurry up
Dont slow down
Pick a time
Dont let hands pull you down
If youre waiting
Have it up
Move along
Say goodbye
Dont let words stay too long
If youre leaving
It read
We missed you
Between the lines
It said hold it high
With a smile
Speak out loud
With the mind of a child
If youre lucky
It read
We missed you
Between the lines
It said hurry up
We really must be going theres no time to delay
We have to leave our message because we cant stay
It really is important so remember take care
Please keep on moving cos theres nobody there
It read
We missed you
Between the lines it said
Weve waited for so long
But now its time t-t-to keep moving along
Here and there are the signs
On the road give way to stop and go
When youre moving
It read
We missed you
Between the lines it said
Weve waited for so long
But now its time to to to keep moving along
Keep moving, youve got to keep moving
Keep, keep, youve got to keep moving
To keep moving along
song performed by by Madness
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Talents Die Easily In Africa!
Oh talents, oh talents!
Talents do die easily in Africa;
But, talents are special gifts which,
Money cannot buy.
It is a special gift,
It is in you,
You don't even need a Higher Degree for them;
Talents are everywhere on this earth.
The talents of Africa do die very often,
Who is even ready to listen to them?
The true talents of the Africans go to the drain.
Like a rain on a train,
Like an early wake up call without a view;
Life is really so strange over here in Africa.
I have a dream!
But, who will listen?
My brain is with various talents but,
Who will help me with my dreams?
Talents, talents, talents! !
Africa turns to regress in this field while,
Others do progress!
Our talents can be useful,
It's time we give a helping hand;
Oh talents, oh talents!
It's time we listen to those who have them;
Cos', we are the world.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sonnets to my love
I. My woman among a world of women
My woman among a world of women,
I wonder when will I see you again?
You who live in every dream,
as part of me
and time is rushing by and my hope
grows dimmer like the winter sun
in the cold sky.
At night the darkness covers me
and the moon glitters bleak
and even it grows weak
while I long for you
and even my consciousness
declares that maybe
I am waiting in vain.
II. I wish I could remember
I wish I could remember in detail
the first time that we met
the glance in your eyes
when you saw me.
Was it May, June, July
or maybe October?
I cannot recollect
what time of year
not even which season
but from the very start
I held you dear and that first hug
when I held you near
brought tears to your eyes,
or was it mine?
III. In dreams you are still with me
In dreams you are still with me
and in every dream
your dear face I see
and every night I dream on
of you and me being one
and when waking
with the sun braking through
the windowpane in the early morning
you are gone
and still somehow
it’s as if I can smell
your lingering perfume
just as if you spent
the night here with me.
IV. From the first moment I loved you
From the first moment
I loved you
construing how you felt
from your voice, what you said
to me and your actions
even if you might not
feel the same
but tough at times
you are not sure of your feelings
you were then
and we became one
and I dwelt in your eyes
trying to find your soul
and to bind with it.
V. Today I pray for you
Today I pray for you
not only to be true to me
but to have God dwell in your heart
for Him to keep you well,
to shadow you in every thing that you do.
Today I pray that every word
and every deed be blessed,
that every poetic line you write,
every brush stroke that you make
and every time you take the guitar
in your hands
be a great delight to others
and that they see you
in the greatness that I know.
VI. Your rebuke I have not earned
Your rebuke I have not earned,
just gave my sincere opinion
about something that I read
which you wanted me to
and neither were my words
aimed at you.
What should shine through
my lines is how much
I love and miss you
but more so
my love for the creator God
which comes first
in all that I do
even superseding you.
VII. If love is something sure
If love is something sure
between the two of us,
will you go away?
If love links you to me,
will you go astray,
be swept to another shore?
Love me and love me more
before it is too late
and destiny makes it impossible.
Love me as an equal
or let it be and loosen
the raging winds
to devour the citadel,
the castle of our dreams.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Poem about Poetry - I know how God writes his poem
i know how god writes his poem
it is in the delicate, artistic and
defining lines of every flower
petals, pistil, stamen, pollens,
fragrant and scents that fill the air
i know how god writes his poem
it is in the ray of the sun
that reveals their metaphors
and rhymes in the rain
an arc over the clear blue sky
i know how god writes his poem
it is in your eyes, two lakes of honey
that sail me into your warm saccharine world
dilating and constricting to let them
speak more volume to my my lovelorn heart
i know how god writes his poem
it is in the dazzling lines of the sea
that shows the sky how many ways
it can define and redefine itself
it is in the breeze that pulls off a dancer
twirling towards me in every direction
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Lines consist of an infinite number of points; planes an infinite number of lines; volumes an infinite number of planes, hypervolumes an infinite number of volumes... No, this, this more geometrico, is definitely not the best way to begin my tale. Affirming a fantastic tale's truth is now a story-telling convention; mine, though, is true.
Jorge Luis Borges in The Book of Sand (1975)
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A Seduction of Ada
It was his hand
as we sat side by side;
he waved it
as a flag
waves in a breeze.
The fingers arched
and flowed
up
down
and up again;
pausing at one time
then moving again.
I looked into his eyes
and his eyes slanted
to his hand
saying look again.
I looked to notice that hand
was spelling a name
or saying
with each finger
lettering
where I could see
an 'I'
and crooked L
and O
a V
an E
a U.
He was so close I could
feel his body move
with each letter formed.
Enraptured,
I swayed with him
in this lettering
on the M
A
R
R
Y
M
E
and the crooked finger
question mark.
How could you not
love a man like this?
I did:
and I spelled it out
for him too
Y
E
S
My fingers swayed
in that loving breeze
and does still today.
He seduced
me,
fingering
the air
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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My Shadow In Vain
Stroll to the cafe
My God how time flies
I close up my brain
And another friend dies
I feel like a mirror
Feel like nothing is mine
I could go back to crying
But now dying seems fine
So I hang from the ceiling
Or I sit on the air
Or rot in a corner
Until somebody cares
Faces at random
I quote people I knew
Id love to be like me
If I could feel like you
Here am i, more roche five than pain
Here am i, just me and my walls to blame
Here am i, I really dont feel quite sane
Here am i, still searching for my shadow in vain
Lock my door I only think in black and white
Ill even try to look ashamed
Moving out of central
Somebody knows me well
Says hell spill the whole story
He may be lying I cant tell
Meet me inside
Ill keep my head to the floor
And one hand on the handle
Of the mad/sane door
Here am i, more roche five than pain
Here am i, just me and my walls to blame
Here am i, I really dont feel quite sane
Here am i, still searching for my shadow in vain
Lock my door I only think in black and white
Ill even try to look ashamed
My shadow in vain
My shadow in vain
My shadow in vain
My shadow in vain
My shadow in vain...
song performed by by Gary Numan
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The End Of The Chapter
Ah, yes, the chapter ends to-day;
We even lay the book away;
But oh, how sweet the moments sped
Before the final page was read!
We tried to read between the lines
The Author's deep-concealed designs;
But scant reward such search secures;
You saw my heart and I saw yours.
The Master,--He who penned the page
And bade us read it,--He is sage:
And what he orders, you and I
Can but obey, nor question why.
We read together and forgot
The world about us. Time was not.
Unheeded and unfelt, it fled.
We read and hardly knew we read.
Until beneath a sadder sun,
We came to know the book was done.
Then, as our minds were but new lit,
It dawned upon us what was writ;
And we were startled. In our eyes,
Looked forth the light of great surprise.
Then as a deep-toned tocsin tolls,
A voice spoke forth: 'Behold your souls!'
I do, I do. I cannot look
Into your eyes: so close the book.
But brought it grief or brought it bliss,
No other page shall read like this!
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Spellbound & Speechless
(j.p. maunick)
Across a crowded room, set apart from it all
You took my breath away (yes you did)
Like a sparkle in the dark
You smiled and I knew
That you would make my dreams come true
Chorus:
Spellbound and speechless
Spellbound
Spellbound and speechless
Spellbound
Spellbound
Its unbelieveable, I hardly know you at all
Still you make me feel this way
Youre unpredictable
In all the things that you do
Now my heart belongs to you (yes it does)
Chorus
Im bein true to myself
With every word I say in all the things I do
And though you may not feel the same,
You know Im there for you
I cant stop lovin you
Spellbound, spellbound, spellbound
Chorus x 3
Repeat (fade)
song performed by by Incognito
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Choise Or Destiny?
Do you believe in destiny?
Did destiny lead you here to read this at this precise time?
Or would you rather call it some random decision
Uncontrolled by any external force
Poised on predestining your future?
Hmm!
I'm Intrigued by the overwhelming desire to sit and do nothing
To see the unchangeable handiwork of destiny unfold
But then you wouldn’t be here reading this
For I very much doubt it can type without me
Oh! Wait
Might it also be that I had no choice in the matter?
That I was predestined to write this for you to read?
Are my every deed justified by it therefore?
Or should I be justly rewarded accordingly?
Am I right?
To wail and scream vengeance when my loved one is unfairly taken from me?
Or consider the guilty the Judas of my Christ
Unfairly chosen by destiny to help bridge two chapters?
So then
if by destiny all will
Would I be right in not frowning upon
The evil wrought upon me and it instrument?
or accept love and good deeds bestowed on me
without being mindful of by whom it did come?
To say
That destiny is a result of a choice or lack of it
Be it your own or that of others which results
Because we are only allowed one chance at any individual time
Lest we would travel through time to right our wrongs
Or would that also be the work of destiny?
poem by Kobby King
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Dare I Remember
Dare I Remember
Dare I remember, the passionate bliss
drowning my senses each time we would kiss
Dare I remember, embraces so tender
radiant warmth and such love they did render
And dare I remember, your face all aglow
how brilliant the light of your love to bestow
Dare I remember, without time or measure
lock in my heart these moments of treasure
No I dare not, for surrender I do
these memories of love in my heart, for you
6/17/11
poem by Melissa Martic
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If you really wish to know the poets
If you wish
to understand poets
If you wish
to know what’s in their minds
Then you must read
their poetry
But you must also read
between the lines
For The most revealing lines
a poet writes about himself
Are the ones…
not written upon the wall
Unwritten yes…but hints abound in…
can be found in
Choice of subject…And choice of title
About the poet…tells us all
poem by David Whalen
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God Neither Known Nor Loved By The World
Ye linnets, let us try, beneath this grove,
Which shall be loudest in our Maker's praise!
In quest of some forlorn retreat I rove,
For all the world is blind, and wanders from his ways.
That God alone should prop the sinking soul,
Fills them with rage against his empire now:
I traverse earth in vain from pole to pole,
To seek one simple heart, set free from all below.
They speak of love, yet little feel its sway,
While in their bosom many an idol lurks;
Their base desires, well satisfied, obey,
Leave the Creator's hand, and lean upon his works.
'Tis therefore I can dwell with man no more;
Your fellowship, ye warblers! suits me best:
Pure love has lost its price, though prized of yore,
Profaned by modern tongues, and slighted as a jest.
My God, who formed you for his praise alone,
Beholds his purpose well fulfilled in you;
Come, let us join the choir before his throne,
Partaking in his praise with spirits just and true.
Yes, I will always love; and, as I ought,
Tune to the praise of love my ceaseless voice;
Preferring love too vast for human thought,
In spite of erring men, who cavil at my choice.
Why have I not a thousand thousand hearts,
Lord of my soul! that they might all be thine?
If thou approve—the zeal thy smile imparts,
How should it ever fail! can such a fire decline?
Love, pure and holy, is a deathless fire;
Its object heavenly, it must ever blaze:
Eternal love a God must needs inspire,
When once he wins the heart, and fits it for his praise.
Self–love dismissed—'tis then we live indeed—
In her embrace, death, only death is found:
Come, then, one noble effort, and succeed,
Cast off the chain of self with which thy soul is bound.
Oh! I could cry, that all the world might hear,
Ye self–tormentors, love your God alone;
Let his unequalled excellence be dear,
Dear to your inmost souls, and make him all your own!
They hear me not—alas! how fond to rove
In endless chase of folly's specious lure!
'Tis here alone, beneath this shady grove,
I taste the sweets of truth—here only am secure.
poem by William Cowper
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Halycon Days
Dear pretty muse, open your eyes,
How can I sleep when you lie near?
Were I with you all night I could,
From sleep be free and never need.
Alas, my dear, you are not near:
And sadly, I must lie alone.
Unless you join me, in my dreams
Then these days can go on and on
Halcyon days never endin'.
You shall find wherever you sail
Me all the while attendin'
To and lovin' you without fail
You, in infinite ways inspire
These words, this vision, this desire.
Come with me so that we may cling
To these days we cherish and sing.
For without this, without desire,
We will always want for love's fire.
Nothins lost that cannot be caught
Life without love, livin' for naught
Halcyon days never endin'.
You shall find wherever you sail
Me all the while attendin'
To and lovin' you without fail
So come on Muse, please come away.
In these days in this dream let's stay,
Because this is Time's holiday,
Sacred to hold, not thrown away
How can I convince you to say
You will come, now, with me today
Tell me we can find the right way
So come on Muse, please come away
Halcyon days never endin'.
You shall find wherever you sail
Me all the while attendin'
To and lovin' you without fail
poem by MacGregor Tagliaferro
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Spellbound
(mansfield/ oneill/ palmer)
Spellbound, obsessed, Im entranced, possessed
I swear by stars above
Ive never been so much in love
Caught up, entwined, in your embrace, its so divine
You are my all
No lookin back, too far to fall
Spellbound
Baby dont you know, you got me spellbound
Spellbound
Wrenched an unknown feeling from my heart
Baby doll you know you keep me spellbound
Im so high on love I wont come down
Oh oh what do we do?
You fell for me I fell for you
Bewitched, but adored
I never loved like this before
I had a dream
My wish was granted
We got a love, I never thought Id find
Under your spell, I stay enchanted
You cast a charm
Our love is so sublime
Spellbound
Baby dont you know, you got me spellbound
Spellbound
Wrenched an unknown feeling from my heart
Baby doll you know you keep me spellbound
Im so high on love I wont come down
Your kiss is ecstacy, so much intensity
I swear by stars above
Ive never been so much in love
Spellbound
Baby dont you know, you got me spellbound
Spellbound
Wrenched an unknown feeling from my heart
Baby doll you know you keep me spellbound
Im so high on love I wont come down
Spellbound
Baby dont you know, you got me spellbound
Spellbound
Wrenched an unknown feeling from my heart
Baby doll you know you keep me spellbound
Im so high on love I wont come down
Spellbound
Baby dont you know, you got me spellbound
Spellbound
Wrenched an unknown feeling from my heart
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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I Wish To Be
'I wish to be, ' is what was said
a sound silently, stealthily inhabiting our night
eyes melting on the pillow
in the slush snow
which were her tears.
'You love me true, ' she said
'but if I love you back
I lose my soul.
No fault of yours
you are your dream
but with you I can't be mine
this is sometimes the way of life, ' she said.
'I wish to be
and our trajectories
just don't match;
your life is so large
there is no oxygen left for mine
and in the suffocating shadows
I try to make my stance
only to slowly wither;
so now I have to get out
while I still have the chance.
And I said to my self
silently knowing she would never understand
that in leaving thus
she did not perceive
that she was the sail which launched my ship
and the winds breath
which propelled us
but sadly
this was something
she could not see,
nor believe
because she was so obsessed
with not believing in her self.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Loving Lass
The warmth near of you never had feel till life present time
Share hand with escaping feared for every shadow of seen eye
World via every palace not to space for us live with together more
tell me why the time is gone hide from the feel deposit in speech eye
The innocent impression not to come true by the money defeat world destiny
Although be with heritage destiny till dropping last breath its live it really
Everything with life what for not seen experience smile kindly?
How grow or live further ask owner and creator do judge life live or end peacefully
Thousand of thing filled up in your heart the luster eyes lash down half lovely
Once upon when sitting around table never forget memory
Without telling anything how much thing whispered alas strange destiny
Although you came first time try take to mean always baby
Every minute try to fight with missing memory its pleasure or sadness
Although the world owner evil defeat every true love without any hesitations
Blaming and whispered wind don't take memory if not come true among obstacles
Try to fight with foes for hold necessary need every things.
poem by Inguruwatta Pushpadewa
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