Greenly
I bring, with true heart bursting just for you,
Sweet friend these branches, flowers, fruit and leaves,
And hope when white hand humble gift receives,
Beauty’s eyes will bless, not break in two.
Entering, my forehead drenched with dew
Left by dawn winds, I’d learn that love relieves.
Let my fatigue, which at thy feet here grieves,
Enchanted dream these worries two’ll eschew.
May my head on your youthful breast renew
Emotions that each kiss forever leaves,
Yet may it calm find ‘spite the storm that heaves
Now deep within, - to sleep, at rest with you
poem by Paul Verlaine, translated by Jonathan Robin
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Key to my bliss, I’d kiss proud breasts and shapely hips,
Accept my heart so great which just for you does beat,
Refuse to [t]urn my fate with spurning fingertips
ENchanting nymph, fair Miss, receive gifts soft and sweet.
Know each day of the week there's only you to praise
As into April March stands herald to the Spring
Represent March Mars me, in you may April ph[r]ase
ENdearment, Venus speak, bestow heart, shared joy [b]ring.
Kismet come unto me as perfumed fresh, and soft,
All ready to caress from top to toe with skill
Redressing mast you bless between two hands, - aloft
Endowment’s flag flies free, responds as vessels fill.
Kiss met on your pert breast jerks, perks up, celebrates
As bow to complement your violin, in tune,
REsponds to siren song, which everywise soul sates
Now zephyr, tempest now, - all wavelength’s ‘neath Love's moon.
Knocked skittles by each kiss of unexpected power
Afford broadsword repose, whose heart is subjugate,
RElax not yet, fair rose, I'll rise again this hour,
Need no balm, Cialis, - your touch much more await.
Know, too, before fair friend we met life rhymed with blight,
A weary soul and sad had travelled lone, awry.
REgrets fast past, lets gad, you’re godsend, trip’s delight -
Nirvana, journey’s end, safe berth, rebirth, home dry.
King I and you my Queen, no jealousy unjust
All life shall heaven sent shine bright should life we share,
REveal accomplishment whose story spurns Death’s dust,
Nestled in peace serene, at ease beyond compare.
Knit close to you my fate is promised happiness
As in my hand your hand is touched by osmosis
REad oasis dreamland of infinite softness
Now we’ll anticipate voluptuous peace and bliss.
Knight fair though head in air, whose muse burns bright for you
Alwaits through night and day if so should be your choice,
REmains, soul clear, to play life's dreams at last come true.
No pair such fruits could share, should you lend me your voice…
30 March 2005 acrostic Parody Translation Paul VERLAINE – Green
Vision Vérité Voyage Vers Vers Verts Verlaine
Voici vos fruits chou fleur aux seins ronds, aux belles hanches,
et voici mon grand coeur, qui ne bat que pour vous.
ne le déchirez pas avec vos mains si blanches,
Qu’à vos yeux bleus ces beaux cadeaux vous semblent doux !
Lundi au Vendredi, puis Samedi, Dimanche
dès ce jour du Printemps, Mars, Avril se confondent,
moi, Mars, je suis aussi, en vous Avril s’épanche, -
le karma réunit l’esprit clair, cœur profond.
Vous arrivez ouverte, encore parfumée,
prête à me caresser des pieds au cou dûment,
souffrez que ma fatigue entre vos mains dressée
répond aux doux instants qui la délasseront.
Vers votre jeune sein je viens faire la fête, -
l’archet dressé du corps à votre violon
s’accorde – un doux refrain pouvant à la tempête
virer pourtant portant l’amour vers l’ultra son.
Sonné par vos baisers – puissance insoupçonnée -
laissez moi m’apaiser après votre conquête.
Ne vous reposez pas, il faut encore oser
pour panser chaque plaie du Temps qui toujours guète!
Avant de rencontrer votre tendre reflet
mon âme voyageait trop triste et inquiète,
en vous se compléter – voyage terminé –
permet de se poser …ainsi prend fin ma quête.
Souhaitant vous chérir sans jamais renchérir
à travers arguments dictés par jalousie, -
et vous quel avenir voulez-vous voir venir
en prose, en vers rimants, où l’harmonie sourit?
Ensemble le destin au bonheur est promis,
ma main dans votre main, - l’osmose et le toucher, -
j’aspire aux lendemains aux douceurs infinies,
où tout respire enfin en calme et volupté.
Car votre beau de l’air exquis et si lyrique
ce soir et pour toujours - si vous le choisissez, -
pour un essor hors pair où tout est idyllique,
attend ma récompense – une réponse où les
vœux partagés seront couronnés de bonheur,
où la sérénité connaît aucun défi,
où toujours vous serez la plus épanouie,
où de la vie le chant unit et corps et cœur.
30 March 2005 Parody Paul VERLAINE – Green
Green - French Parody of Paul Verlaine - Green
GREEN
Voici mon fruit, ma fleur, mes seins ronds et mes hanches,
et puis voici mon coeur, qui ne bat que pour vous.
Ne les déchirez pas avec vos deux mains blanches
et qu’à vos yeux ces beaux, ces humbles présents soient doux!
J’arrive toute ouverte, encore parfumée,
qu’on se fasse escaler des pieds à l’haut dûment!
Souffrez que ma fatigue, entre vos mains prostrée,
rêve des chers instants qui la délasseront.
Sur mon tout jeune sein venez faire la fête, -
le violon de mon corps s’accorde à vos baisers.
Laissez moi m’apaiser de la bonne tempête, -
mais ne reposez pas, il faut encore oser!
© Jonathan Robin - Poem written 24 November 1996
GREEN
Voici des fruits, des fleurs, des feuilles et des branches
Et puis voici mon coeur, qui ne bat que pour vous.
Ne le déchirez pas avec vos deux mains blanches
Et qu’à vos yeux si beaux l’humble présent soit doux.
J’arrive tout couvert encore de rosée
Que le vent du matin vient glacer à mon front.
Souffrez que ma fatigue, à vos pieds reposés
Rêve des chers instants qui la délasseront.
Sur votre jeune sein laissez rouler ma tête
Toute sonore encor de vos derniers baisers;
Laissez-la s’apaiser de la bonne tempête,
Et que je dorme un peu puisque vous reposez.
Paul Verlaine: Romance sans Paroles
GREENLY
I bring, with true heart bursting just for you,
Sweet friend these branches, flowers, fruit and leaves,
And hope when white hand humble gift receives,
Beauty’s eyes will bless, not break in two.
Entering, my forehead drenched with dew
Left by dawn winds, I’d learn that love relieves.
Let my fatigue, which at thy feet here grieves,
Enchanted dream these worries two’ll eschew.
May my head on your youthful breast renew
Emotions that each kiss forever leaves,
Yet may it calm find ‘spite the storm that heaves
Now deep within, - to sleep, at rest with you.
© Jonathan Robin - Poem written 17 June 1991
Jonathan ROBIN
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Vision Vérité Voyage Vers Vers Verts Verlaine
Vision Vérité Voyage Vers Vers Verts Verlaine
Voici vos fruits chou fleur aux seins ronds, aux belles hanches,
et voici mon grand coeur, qui ne bat que pour vous.
ne le déchirez pas avec vos mains si blanches,
Qu’à vos yeux bleus ces beaux cadeaux vous semblent doux !
Lundi au Vendredi, puis Samedi, Dimanche
dès ce jour du Printemps, Mars, Avril se confondent,
moi, Mars, je suis aussi, en vous Avril s’épanche, -
le karma réunit l’esprit clair, cœur profond.
Vous arrivez ouverte, encore parfumée,
prête à me caresser des pieds au cou dûment,
souffrez que ma fatigue entre vos mains dressée
répond aux doux instants qui la délasseront.
Vers votre jeune sein je viens faire la fête, -
l’archet dressé du corps à votre violon
s’accorde – un doux refrain pouvant à la tempête
virer pourtant portant l’amour vers l’ultra son.
Sonné par vos baisers – puissance insoupçonnée -
laissez moi m’apaiser après votre conquête.
Ne vous reposez pas, il faut encore oser
pour panser chaque plaie du Temps qui toujours guète!
Avant de rencontrer votre tendre reflet
mon âme voyageait trop triste et inquiète,
en vous se compléter – voyage terminé –
permet de se poser …ainsi prend fin ma quête.
Souhaitant vous chérir sans jamais renchérir
à travers arguments dictés par jalousie, -
et vous quel avenir voulez-vous voir venir
en prose, en vers rimants, où l’harmonie sourit?
Ensemble le destin au bonheur est promis,
ma main dans votre main, - l’osmose et le toucher, -
j’aspire aux lendemains aux douceurs infinies,
où tout respire enfin en calme et volupté.
Car votre beau de l’air exquis et si lyrique
ce soir et pour toujours - si vous le choisissez, -
pour un essor hors pair où tout est idyllique,
attend ma récompense – une réponse où les
vœux partagés seront couronnés de bonheur,
où la sérénité connaît aucun défi,
où toujours vous serez la plus épanouie,
où de la vie le chant unit et corps et cœur.
30 March 2005 Parody Paul VERLAINE – Green
Green - French Parody of Paul Verlaine - Green
Verbatim Veracity Vision Voyage Visiting Verlaine's Virid Verses
Key to my bliss, I’d kiss proud breasts and shapely hips,
Accept my heart so great which just for you does beat,
Refuse to [t]urn my fate with spurning fingertips
ENchanting nymph, fair Miss, receive gifts soft and sweet.
Know each day of the week there's only you to praise
As into April March stands herald to the Spring
Represent March Mars me, in you may April ph[r]ase
ENdearment, Venus speak, bestow heart, shared joy [b]ring.
Kismet come unto me as perfumed fresh, and soft,
All ready to caress from top to toe with skill
Redressing mast you bless between two hands, - aloft
Endowment’s flag flies free, responds as vessels fill.
Kiss met on your pert breast jerks, perks up, celebrates
As bow to complement your violin, in tune,
REsponds to siren song, which everywise soul sates
Now zephyr, tempest now, - all wavelength’s ‘neath Love's moon.
Knocked skittles by each kiss of unexpected power
Afford broadsword repose, whose heart is subjugate,
RElax not yet, fair rose, I'll rise again this hour,
Need no balm, Cialis, - your touch much more await.
Know, too, before fair friend we met life rhymed with blight,
A weary soul and sad had travelled lone, awry.
REgrets fast past, lets gad, you’re godsend, trip’s delight -
Nirvana, journey’s end, safe berth, rebirth, home dry.
King I and you my Queen, no jealousy unjust
All life shall heaven sent shine bright should life we share,
REveal accomplishment whose story spurns Death’s dust,
Nestled in peace serene, at ease beyond compare.
Knit close to you my fate is promised happiness
As in my hand your hand is touched by osmosis
REad oasis dreamland of infinite softness
Now we’ll anticipate voluptuous peace and bliss.
Knight fair though head in air, whose muse burns bright for you
Alwaits through night and day if so should be your choice,
REmains, soul clear, to play life's dreams at last come true.
No pair such fruits could share, should you lend me your voice…
30 March 2005 acrostic Parody Translation Paul VERLAINE – Green
GREEN
Voici mon fruit, ma fleur, mes seins ronds et mes hanches,
et puis voici mon coeur, qui ne bat que pour vous.
Ne les déchirez pas avec vos deux mains blanches
et qu’à vos yeux ces beaux, ces humbles présents soient doux!
J’arrive toute ouverte, encore parfumée,
qu’on se fasse escaler des pieds à l’haut dûment!
Souffrez que ma fatigue, entre vos mains prostrée,
rêve des chers instants qui la délasseront.
Sur mon tout jeune sein venez faire la fête, -
le violon de mon corps s’accorde à vos baisers.
Laissez moi m’apaiser de la bonne tempête, -
mais ne reposez pas, il faut encore oser!
© Jonathan Robin - Poem written 24 November 1996
GREEN
Voici des fruits, des fleurs, des feuilles et des branches
Et puis voici mon coeur, qui ne bat que pour vous.
Ne le déchirez pas avec vos deux mains blanches
Et qu’à vos yeux si beaux l’humble présent soit doux.
J’arrive tout couvert encore de rosée
Que le vent du matin vient glacer à mon front.
Souffrez que ma fatigue, à vos pieds reposés
Rêve des chers instants qui la délasseront.
Sur votre jeune sein laissez rouler ma tête
Toute sonore encor de vos derniers baisers;
Laissez-la s’apaiser de la bonne tempête,
Et que je dorme un peu puisque vous reposez.
Paul Verlaine: Romance sans Paroles
GREENLY
I bring, with true heart bursting just for you,
Sweet friend these branches, flowers, fruit and leaves,
And hope when white hand humble gift receives,
Beauty’s eyes will bless, not break in two.
Entering, my forehead drenched with dew
Left by dawn winds, I’d learn that love relieves.
Let my fatigue, which at thy feet here grieves,
Enchanted dream these worries two’ll eschew.
May my head on your youthful breast renew
Emotions that each kiss forever leaves,
Yet may it calm find ‘spite the storm that heaves
Now deep within, - to sleep, at rest with you.
© Jonathan Robin - Poem written 17 June 1991
Jonathan ROBIN
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Sonnet LXIX: Autumn Idleness
This sunlight shames November where he grieves
In dead red leaves, and will not let him shun
The day, though bough with bough be over-run.
But with a blessing every glade receives
High salutation; while from hillock-eaves
The deer gaze calling, dappled white and dun,
As if, being foresters of old, the sun
Had marked them with the shade of forest-leaves.
Here dawn to-day unveiled her magic glass;
Here noon now gives the thirst and takes the dew;
Till eve bring rest when other good things pass.
And here the lost hours the lost hours renew
While I still lead my shadow o'er the grass,
Nor know, for longing, that which I should do.
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 11. Calm is the morn without a sound
Calm is the morn without a sound,
Calm as to suit a calmer grief,
And only thro' the faded leaf
The chestnut pattering to the ground:
Calm and deep peace on this high wold,
And on these dews that drench the furze.
And all the silvery gossamers
That twinkle into green and gold:
Calm and still light on yon great plain
That sweeps with all its autumn bowers,
And crowded farms and lessening towers,
To mingle with the bounding main:
Calm and deep peace in this wide air,
These leaves that redden to the fall;
And in my heart, if calm at all,
If any calm, a calm despair:
Calm on the seas, and silver sleep,
And waves that sway themselves in rest,
And dead calm in that noble breast
Which heaves but with the heaving deep.
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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I dread the calm
I dread the calm in the morning of a mourn without a sound
It is a calm that comes to foster a greater grief
It is a calm light of dusk before ever dew was falling from leaves
It is a calm sinking in calm pattering to the ground
I fear the calm and scudding winds in the high wold
And on the dews the drench the gorse
And all the silvery gossamer
Shaken into gilded gold
Is it calm and still in the dusky light over great plains
That sweeps late and swiftly in autumn bowers
Of secluded farms and solitary towers
To merge with the bounding and the saint
Is it calm on the vast sea under the spangled silver sleep
The waves that sway in colossus to lull themselves to rest
And the dead calm in the deepening breast
Which heaves with the heaving deep
Yet calm is the mute peace in the meadow’s air
The forest gloom with loom of leaves that redden to fall
And in my chest if calm can ever dwell at all
If any calm is there, it is the calm of despair
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Shadow
When you are gone
it never be the same
when you are gone
everything going wrong
when you are gone
i regret all my mistakes
Because...
I still remember
when you here
everyday is a new day
when you here
everything is going right
when you here
I'm learn from my mistake
words can't describe how special are u
It is honor to be friend with u
Now you leave us forever
Peace in calm with thousands flowers
Bring this friendship together
Still pray for you now and ever
Even everything has left behind
Our memories keep strongly bind
your shadow haunting my mind
because you are friend that hard to find
..................................
Ins pired by my late friend who have good deep sleep underground,
Even in death our memories goes on friend :) :) R.I.P
poem by Unwritten Soul
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Autumn Eve
The yellow poplar leaves have strown
Thy quiet mound, thou slumberest
Where winter's winds will be unknown;
So deep thy rest,
So deep thy rest.
Sleep on, my love, thy dreams are sweet,
If thou hast dreams: the flowers I brought
I lay aside for passing feet,
Thou needest nought,
Thou needest, needest nought.
The grapes are gather'd from the hills,
The wood is piled, the song bird gone,
The breath of early evening chills;
My love, my love, sleep on;
My love, my love, sleep on
poem by Arthur Maquarie
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Home to Home
Embrace the golden rose of hope
Sea gulls glide by shores of beauty
Tides role with joy and laughter
Children play in the bright new day
I write your name in the sacred sand
When we are long gone it will remain
True hearts never really part do they?
All that is gone will soon shine on
I feel you more inside then ever before
You are the eternal day always rising
Let the yellow and blue wild flowers grow
Let everything live and run long and free
Hear the songs of the robins in the morning
Once you see love it never goes away
Deep in the sea hope is a gift of promise
Warm yourself by the fire of mystical love
Touch the cedar trees and feel the wind
Follow the river like a fine new friend
The earth shall be replenished and restored
Fill your eyes with the brightest of stars
The moon is rising like a humble queen
Ivory clouds glisten in her majestic wake
Sleep deep, rest with white light dreams
Everything is going to turn out right
Hope leads the heart from home to home
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Lover's Gifts XIII: Last Night in the Garden
Last night in the garden I offered you my youth's foaming wine. You
lifted the cup to your lips, you shut your eyes and smiled while
I raised your veil, unbound your tresses, drawing down upon my
breast your face sweet with its silence, last night when the moon's
dream overflowed the world of slumber.
To-day in the dew-cooled calm of the dawn you are walking to
God's temple, bathed and robed in white, with a basketful of
flowers in your hand. I stand aside in the shade under the tree,
with my head bent, in the calm of the dawn by the lonely road to
the temple.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Sleep
I close my eyes and I try to sleep
But I cannot, so I begin to weep
As I am so tired and so very weak
Rest and solitude is all that I seek,
I wish to close my eyes and find that peace
That moment of time when worries will cease
But when I close my eyes I am still awake
Sleep for me, it did forsake,
I need so dearly to enter into a dream
But I cannot, so at the walls I do scream
I am so weary and so very tired
My sleep and rest are both desired,
Tossing and turning still upon my bed
As fatigue and worries still enters my head
Upon my bed I wish I was peacefully lying
Instead of tossing and turning and sadly crying,
Again and again I try my best to find that sleep
I take pills and I even try to count sheep
But every time I dose off my quest it fails
Another bit of madness and more pills then entails,
My thoughts now no longer speak to my brain
I have no energy I feel the slow drain
I remember the words that my friends have said
That I will find that sleep, when I am dead.
poem by Randy McClave
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A Spanish Love Song
From Andalusian gardens
I bring the rose and rue,
And leaves of subtle odour,
To weave a gift for you.
You’ll know the reason wherefore
The sad is with the sweet;
My flowers may lie, as I would,
A carpet for your feet!
The heart—the heart is constant;
It holds its secret, Dear!
But often in the night time
I keep awake for fear.
I have no hope to whisper,
I have no prayer to send,
God save you from such passion!
God help you from such end!
You first, you last, you false love!
In dreams your lips I kiss,
And thus I greet your Shadow,
“Take this, and this, and this!”
When dews are on the casement,
And winds are in the pine,
I have you close beside me—
In sleep your mouth is mine.
I never see you elsewhere;
You never think of me;
But fired with fever for you
Content I am to be.
You will not turn, my Darling,
Nor answer when I call;
But yours are soul are body
And love of mine and all!
You splendid Spaniard! Listen—
My passion leaps to flame
For neck and cheek and dimple,
And cunning shades of shame!
I tell you, I would gladly
Give Hell myself to keep,
To cling to, half a moment,
The lips I taste in sleep.
poem by Henry Kendall
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An Autumn Sonnet
These little presents of your tenderness,
Although less grand a gift than was your love,
Are dear to me in this October stress
Of wind and war and whirling leaves above.
They comfort my soul's Autumn, and they prove
How little time can do, to ban or bless,
How much ourselves. You willed the years should move
Back in their cycle. And behold, love, this!
--Now, therefore, let us mark this fortunate day,
And use it for our feast day. Every year
Let us, when winds are high and the leaves fall,
Hold in this house our love's memorial,
Sitting thus hand in hand. Still let me lay
As in the happy days, ere leaves were sere,
My head upon your lap and call you ``dear.''
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Women of the world (english)
We men know only one thing.
What is it that we want? We want a woman!
And it all ends there; we don't know how to get you,
Where to find you and what to do to please you?
And when we do, we still do not understand you completely.
We do not know what to say and when to say it.
Nor do we know how to keep that spark lost in the storm.
If anyone knows this, he is truly a wise and lucky man.
Women of the world,
never be discouraged you've not found love.
There's always someone who does,
they're just too shy and scared to let you know, in their own way.
Women of the world,
there is beauty within each one of you.
It takes the right man to find it, to bring it out.
Just like the way a key opens a lock.
Women of the world,
Every where you go, you turn heads twice.
Not as objects of desire,
but as a unique display of beauty, different from the other.
Women of the world,
there are many secretly admiring you.
Hiding and thinking about you,
but you somehow have a way of making them known.
Women of the world,
for you, they sell flowers so colourful and sweet smelling.
They’re a reminder, to thank you for being a part of their world,
not a comparison to the subtlety you hold.
Women of the world,
for you communication goes beyond its abilities.
There’s just no stopping, to get what we get from you,
that certain happiness when you acknowledge and thank us.
Women of the world,
you're the reason men be men.
You’re the hope to know they aren't alone amongst a crowd.
You're the lines on his palm that tells him,
he's the man he wants to be.
Women of the world,
when you look into a man's eyes,
do you see what he gets from you?
Because what you see is what you get.
Women of the world,
be patient with the one in love with you.
It takes him time to understand you well.
You’re not as easy to please as we thought it would.
Women of the world,
Love the man for being so patient with you.
It's hard to put all the pieces of what we think, is a puzzle.
He tries all ways, sometimes even the wrong ways
to tell you, that you're understood.
Be proud, he has tried and tries again.
Women of the world,
for you, there is sadness in a man's heart.
For you he weeps, losing you once,
for you he's in misery, losing you again.
Women of the world,
Every where there is beauty, there is a heart pleased.
For you, the strongest men become as soft as a kiss.
Knowing they can run, back into your arms.
Women of the world,
You’re the one that holds the fruit of tomorrow.
For their smile and walk will be yours,
to carry on what you have taught them.
Women of the world,
there is no greater worldly love we get from you,
than that which comes from within.
It's priceless, but more importantly, a precious gift.
Women of the world,
remember every time you do something,
you're leaving a thought of kindness and compassion,
in a person's life that needs it.
Women of the world,
you're the reason wonderful stories exist.
Also, the reasons most stories have an ending.
You're a gift From the Almighty, to be our companion.
The purpose there’s gaps between our fingers.
Women of the world,
you're the reason a man leaves his mother and father,
to be united with you and become one.
Because of you we fall into deep sleep.
Woman of the world,
If you did not exist, I’m sure all men
would’ve ended up in hell.
Help us to know and love you more.
Women of the world,
For each one of you I dedicate this poem,
I have learned more just by knowing you,
Yet, I know so little.
-Lloydoftherings
poem by Lloydoftherings Fletcher
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The Same Deep Water As You
Kiss me goodbye
Pushing out before i sleep
Can't you see i try
Swimming the same deep water as you is hard
"the shallow drowned lose less than we"
You breathe the strangest twist upon your lips
"and we shall be together..."
"kiss me goodbye bow your head and join with me"
And face pushed deep reflections meet
The strangest twist upon your lips and dissapear
The ripples clear and laughing break
Against your feet and laughing break the mirror sweet
"so we shall be together..."
"kiss me goodbye" pushing out before i sleep
It's lower now and slower now the strangest
Twist upon your lips but i don't see and i dont
Feel but tightly hold up silently my hands
Before my fading eyes and in my eyes your
Smile the very last thing before i go...
I will kiss you i will kiss you i will kiss you
Forever on nights like this i will kiss you i will
Kiss you and we shall be together...
song performed by by Cure
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Way Of Love
THE butterfly loves the rose,
He flutters around her bed,
Till the soft curled leaves unclose,
And she raises her darling head.
He whispers of dawn and of dew,
Of love, and the heart of love,
Of worship, timid and true,
And she takes no joy thereof.
But when, through the noon's blind heat,
The arrogant bee flaunts by,
She yields him her heart's hid sweet,
And he leaves her alone, to die.
The depth of her dying bliss
Her grief-white butterfly knows:
And the bee laughs low in the kiss
Of another, a redder rose.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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The dancing whirling leaves
I will befall into my tomb
As a waning river falls to the sea
I embrace death the existence of ‘not to be’
As a child welcomes his calm night dream
I walked in the shadows of darkness and sorrow
Unfriendly and cold and alone
As dismally gurgle besides me
The bleak river desolate moan
The rise of the volleying thunder
The mountain’s lone echoes repeat
The roar whirl wind around me
The galling autumn leaves at my feet
I stooped in shadows of darkness and sorrow
Uncheered by the moon’s spangled ray
Not a friend that I love but is dead
Not a hope I have but have faded away
Oh Shall I rest in the tomb
Wrapped about with the chill winding white sheet
For the roar of the wind is around me
And the waving yellow leaves above my head
I heed not the blasts that sweep over me
I mind not the hail the storm and the raging sea
I blame not the tempest of night
They are not the foes who have banished
The visions of youthful delight
I hail the wild sound of their raving
Their merciless presence I greet
Oh let it be! Let me join these eternal elements
And roam the land and rove the vexed sea
Yet my fate is the roar of the wind engulfing me
And the piling reddened leaves at my feet
In this waste of existence and solitude, for solace
On whom shall my lone spiral call?
Shall I seek shall I fly to the friends of my bosom
My God I have buried them all
They are dead they are gone they are cold
My embrace no longer they meet or feel
Fall to the roar of the wind around me
The yellow leaves hissing in a macabre music at my feet
Those eyes that glanced love into mine
With motionless and cold slumber are pressed
Those hearts which once throbbed are no more in line
They are chill as the earth where they rest
Then around me my wan withered form
Let the pestilent gale beat
Submit to the howling wind around me
While the mocking leaves dance at my feet
Like the voice of the owl in the hall
Where the song of choir and the banquet ceased
Where the green weeds have mantled the hearth
Where raise the proud flame of feast
So I cry to the storm whose dark wings
Scatter on my eyes the wild driving sleet
Let the roar of the wind around me
And the dancing whirling clan leaves at my feet
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Maude Clare
Out of the church she followed them
With a lofty step and mien:
His bride was like a village maid,
Maude Clare was like a queen.
“Son Thomas, ” his lady mother said,
With smiles, almost with tears:
“May Nell and you but live as true
As we have done for years;
“Your father thirty years ago
Had just your tale to tell;
But he was not so pale as you,
Nor I so pale as Nell.”
My lord was pale with inward strife,
And Nell was pale with pride;
My lord gazed long on pale Maude Clare
Or ever he kissed the bride.
“Lo, I have brought my gift, my lord,
Have brought my gift, ” she said:
To bless the hearth, to bless the board,
To bless the marriage-bed.
“Here’s my half of the golden chain
You wore about your neck,
That day we waded ankle-deep
For lilies in the beck:
“Here’s my half of the faded leaves
We plucked from the budding bough,
With feet amongst the lily leaves, -
The lilies are budding now.”
He strove to match her scorn with scorn,
He faltered in his place:
“Lady, ” he said, - “Maude Clare, ” he said, -
“Maude Clare, ” – and hid his face.
She turn’d to Nell: “My Lady Nell,
I have a gift for you;
Though, were it fruit, the blooms were gone,
Or, were it flowers, the dew.
“Take my share of a fickle heart,
Mine of a paltry love:
Take it or leave it as you will,
I wash my hands thereof.”
“And what you leave, ” said Nell, “I’ll take,
And what you spurn, I’ll wear;
For he’s my lord for better and worse,
And him I love Maude Clare.
“Yea, though you’re taller by the head,
More wise and much more fair:
I’ll love him till he loves me best,
Me best of all Maude Clare.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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Said the West Wind
1 I love old earth! Why should I lift my wings,
2 My misty wings, so high above her breast
3 That flowers would shake no perfumes from their hearts,
4 And waters breathe no whispers to the shores?
5 I love deep places builded high with woods,
6 Deep, dusk, fern-closed, and starred with nodding blooms,
7 Close watched by hills, green, garlanded and tall.
8 On hazy wings, all shot with mellow gold,
9 I float, I float thro' shadows clear as glass;
10 With perfumed feet I wander o'er the seas,
11 And touch white sails with gentle finger-tips;
12 I blow the faithless butterfly against
13 The rose-red thorn, and thus avenge the rose;
14 I whisper low amid the solemn boughs,
15 And stir a leaf where not my loudest sigh
16 Could move the emerald branches from their calm,--
17 Leaves, leaves, I love ye much, for ye and I
18 Do make sweet music over all the earth!
19 I dream by glassy ponds, and, lingering, kiss
20 The gold crowns of their lilies one by one,
21 As mothers kiss their babes who be asleep
22 On the clear gilding of their infant heads,
23 Lest if they kissed the dimple on the chin,
24 The rose flecks on the cheek or dewy lips,
25 The calm of sleep might feel the touch of love,
26 And so be lost. I steal before the rain,
27 The longed-for guest of summer; as his fringe
28 Of mist drifts slowly from the mountain peaks,
29 The flowers dance to my fairy pipe and fling
30 Rich odours on my wings, and voices cry,
31 'The dear West Wind is damp, and rich with scent;
32 We shall have fruits and yellow sheaves for this.'
33 At night I play amidst the silver mists,
34 And chase them on soft feet until they climb
35 And dance their gilded plumes against the stars;
36 At dawn the last round primrose star I hide
37 By wafting o'er her some small fleck of cloud,
38 And ere it passes comes the broad, bold Sun
39 And blots her from the azure of the sky,
40 As later, toward his noon, he blots a drop
41 Of pollen-gilded dew from violet cup
42 Set bluely in the mosses of the wood.
poem by Isabella Valancy Crawford
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Why still I love you!
A very mysterious, a very miraculous
A Very high and very deep
A Very wide and very charming
A Very holy and very hidden
Pulling my dream my hope
My desires my courage
My likes, my eyes, my mind
My lungs, my blood
My hands and my feet
My soul and my heart
The every part
The whole universe
And attracted towards
You the curious
The fantabulous
The gift
The bliss
The secret essence of life
The sweet
The delicious
The delicate
The means
The meaning
The driving force
The revolving center
The wonder
The surprise
Do you feel the same?
If yes,
Then we are in love
As the moon loves the sun
As the sky loves the ground
As the winds loves the cloud
As the river loves the ocean
If you not, I don't care
As I love the butterflies
The trees
The leaves
The flowers
The fruits
The air
The water
The nature
The whole universe
And they do feel the same
So I am alive
You are the part of
And the bees
Of all these
If they sting
I don't care
As I love myself
More wide than the sky
More deep than the ocean
More high than the hills
The life is very baffling
I feel uneasy
I am in jittery
I cant eat
I cant sleep
I am very angry
Not because
You don't love me
Because why still I love you!
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Live and Do
Slip away,
Drift away.
Become what you believe is true,
If you have to, start a new.
Close your eyes,
Rest your eyes.
Find yourself as you dream to be,
When you open yours, it's what you'll see.
Rise to your feet,
Feel the Earth below your feet.
Walk through the sands of time,
Be true to yourself, commit no crime.
Sleep in darkness sleep,
Lay down your head, sleep.
Lead a life you love to lead,
Live and follow by your own creed.
Love to live,
Be, to live.
Your mind is your key to forever,
Truthfully who you are it is your endeavor.
Be yourself,
Believe yourself.
Keep true,
Live and DO!
By: Bethany J. Maxwell
April 4,2011
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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