Hour of Fire
Clocks relative with throes of agony
Voluptuous time demands her silk
Rise like soft chimney smoke sky
Burdened in demise of emerald womb
Nestled in clover fantasy we dream
The rapture of wet lilac clouds
Held by arms of golden tides
Your estate of free laughter binds
Pure city of David rejoices
Thorns bite my wicked flesh
Troubadour at your pampered bosom
Pomegranate oil cleans my wounds
Blind stone Isis prostrate with defeat
House of Hur holds up the prophet
Temples of feather words brings rain
Extremes unite into a summerhouse
Your moon brings fathomless desire
Velvet eyes stare at the stars of joy
She brings me an hour of fire
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Purple Dress
Emerald hope in the misty hills
The sea rescues meaning like a dream
Let the tides roll with wild poetry
You are an old kiln of love
Emerson brings words of golden stone
Granite ghosts in the winds
Poets ridge like a candle of eyes
Time brings grand shadows of Concord
Longfellow haunts the sun
Boston regal as a Irish maiden
First fruits grow like summer wheat
Amber December
Litany with quiet satin
Laughter in the third person
Stars appear
Moonlight sings
Vapor vows glow
Red and blue make purple
Your purple dress of sage desire
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Oh prophet!
Oh prophet! Oh prophet! get up and flee
The dormant city
Is vicious, merciless without joviality or glee
Oh prophet! Oh prophet get up and run
The dreadful city before the rising sun
The gentle night welcomes with cover and calm
Oh prophet! oh prophet get up and haste your retreat
The night city drums thunder and beat
A place so foul, no man is liberated or free in solitary streets
Oh prophet! oh prophet get up and hide
This city is filled with bigotry and shameful pride
The night is pure with divinity and delight
Oh Prophet! oh Prophet wake up and rise
Large treasure rapture city eyes
Their sins are blotted in shape and size
Oh prophet! oh prophet take a warning heed
Tomorrow God's wrath will over the city take lead
And with fury and fire burns her towers and her peaks
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Smiles the choice of rose hips hue
Who brings me the tears of rainbows blue?
And smiles the choice of rose hips hue
that brings to me the moons gentle dew?
With kisses soft; as slender new.
Who brings me the laughter of bluebells white?
And dances those greens; like a garden sprite.
That brings to me the azure mornings light?
Like a thistledown angel; lost in flight.
Who brings me a meadows flowing flaxen hair!
And whispering words spellbinding without a care
that brings too me a same sense of wonders rare?
Like woodland lilies under a leaf mould layer.
Who brings me the moons gentle dew..?
With kisses soft; as slender new..?
With smiles the choice of rose hips-hue.
Why; yes, my child it’s you!
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Whispers
Lamp in the kitchen shines
Hallways away from fear
Dressed in green Victorian time
She lights the bedroom
She brings a red candle
Myth streams from the light
Elder mountains where joy lives
Eyes of the forest soul
Arms of Joan of Ark
Mossy trees with boughs of valentines
Logs burn by our own desire
Manifold collusions
She revels in dusky silk
Stained glass fingernails of satin red
Wine glasses filled with empires
Pillows of violet frosted meadows
Winds drift like eagles soaring
Words with timbre of stately cedar
Clocks tick and chime
Veranda with antique spirit
I am the prisoner of desire
Fate is a free will accepting love
Moon shines through the curtain lace
Cherish every word she speaks
Feel every soft ripple of the river
Bookcase of rosewood legends
Carpets of golden fire
Lamps of crystal lovers
On the table a family portrait
Rites of passage
Her lips move like a calm sea
Passion is a whisper
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Voice of my Soul
I want to hear the silence
that brings peace on my mind,
I want to hear the songs
that play deeply in my soul
I want to walk on rainbow
and holds the hope of dreams
I want to hear the pouring water
that shades my tears away,
I want to hold the oceans
and feels I owned the world.
I want to stare the sunset
that brings for another day
I want to feel the morning sunrise
that shows the beauty of life
I want to ride on clouds
that lift my spirit free
I want to hear the wave from shore
that brings joy in my heart
I want to love and be loved,
I want to live for life....
poem by Cheryl Aldea
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Wings Of Joy
I loved you under the spring stars
Laughed with yellow and violet flowers
Sat for hours by the blue sea
We listened to the tides sing
Walked the shore like innocent children
Hearts lifted by mystic feathers
Golden days flew with wings of joy
The world didn’t seem so lost
Love reconciled all the pettiness
Montague and Capulet fought
Romeo wanted no war only love
Juliet felt her heart sail with desire
Dreams nestled in summer wine
Kisses true with passions jewels
Hearts broken seek kindness
Trust must be won with virtue
I know you have been hurt
I know you need time to heal
I know you feel gentle words
Love is a warm fire in the chill of life
Rivers of stars surround the moon
She has come again to listen
Leary but open waiting for a troubadour
She treads carefully with her heart
The night brings quiet angels
Amidst the shadows of moonbeams
I call to your serene soul
I reach for you with my broken heart
I have searched the garden for you
Waiting for the joy of your song
Only love can heal the wounded
Loneliness has been my friend too long
Wings of joy sigh amidst loves poetry
My darling I walk softly into your heart
Tender words start a fire of dreams
Wings of joy whisper on the moonlit sea
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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The Months
January brings the snow,
makes our feet and fingers glow.
February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen lake again.
March brings breezes loud and shrill,
stirs the dancing daffodil.
April brings the primrose sweet,
Scatters daises at our feet.
May brings flocks of pretty lambs,
Skipping by their fleecy damns.
June brings tulips, lilies, roses,
Fills the children's hand with posies.
Hot july brings cooling showers,
Apricots and gillyflowers.
August brings the sheaves of corn,
Then the harvest home is borne.
Warm september brings the fruit,
Sportsmen then begin to shoot.
Fresh October brings the pheasents,
Then to gather nuts is pleasent.
Dull November brings the blast,
Then the leaves are whirling fast.
Chill December brings the sleet,
Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.
poem by Sara Coleridge
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The Real Meaning Of Christmas
Christmas brings lights that lighten every alley.
Christmas fills the void of each heart's saddened valley.
Christmas brings Santa with surprising gifts of toys.
Christmas brings laughter to mainly girls and boys.
Christmas brings carols sung by mellifluous voices.
Christmas brings fantasies that suit many choices.
Christmas adds glamour to the choicest street's splendour.
Christmas emits fun with its rare yuletide colour.
Christmas makes sad faces to beam with unfeigned smiles.
Christmas brings seasonal joy travelling several miles.
Christmas brings hope to the annually despondent.
Christmas brings Christ, ever in our hearts resident.
poem by Joseph C Ogbonna (9 December 2018)
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Her Touch
She walks on blue light
Ethereal and soothing
The grass is so green with truth
Hold the moon in your heart
Let her rise like velvet fire
We all know the world is broken
Darling I can hear you breathe
Blue sea, blue eyes
Out of my reach like spring not here
Dappled emotion rises with dawn
Dreams without tears
Evening makes her eyes like sapphires
Yellow flowers grow like visions
The world has failed me
I seek love
I seek quiet
Everything grows with hope
Her words make me want to be tender
She likes when I am gentle
Meaning can be so abstract
Her touch brings me shivers
Her touch brings me hope
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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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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Strange laughter
Strange laughter brings tears to my eyes
The tear is also strange
Burn my eyes and ignite the fire inside me
My soul is at war with my body
She want freedom
And my body is asked her to stay
My heart is conversing with the other
Where is my love? Where are you?
Questions like a bullets through my chest
A time is come and it's separation
I still laugh
Strange laughter brings tears to my eyes
poem by Mohammed AlBalushi
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Time (part 3) .
time brings out the sun and the rain,
time brings joy and pain,
time turns men from boys,
time gives you a choice,
time is beatiful,
time is sad at a funeral,
time brings out the best of me,
time brings you out of missery,
time is a mistery,
time creates history,
time is something you cant rewind,
time is something you can't search or find,
time could make you lose or win,
time makes all of us sin,
time could be the enemy or the friend,
time has a beggining but no end.
1/11/2009
Copyright ©2009 Jose Murguia
poem by Jose Murguia
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Half Moon
Half moon, night time sky,
Seven stars, heaven's eyes.
Seven songs on seven seas
Just to bring all your sweet love home to me.
Hey, you fill me like the mountains,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
You fill me like the sea, lord,
Not coming past but still at last
Your love brings life to me,
Your love brings life to me, hey!
Rings of cloud and arms aflame,
Wings rise up to call your name.
Sun rolls high, lord, it burns the ground
Just to tell about the first good man i found.
Yeah, you fill me like the mountains,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
You fill me like the sea, lord,
Not coming past but still at last
Your love brings life to me,
Your love brings life to me.
Oh oh oh oh oh oh yeah!
Half moon on night time sky,
Seven stars, heaven's eyes.
Seven songs on seven seas
Just to bring all your sweet love home to me.
Hey baby, you fill me like the mountains,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
You fill me like the sea, lord,
Not coming past honey still at last
Lord, you fill me like the mountains,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
You fill me like the sea, lord,
Not coming past but still at last
Hey, you fill me like the mountains,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
You fill me like the sea, oh lord,
You're not coming past, honey, still at last
Your love brings life to me,
Your love brings life to me,
Your love... la la la la la, la
Won't you bring life to me
I said you're gonna ride around
When i'm on a little home babe,
Bring it on home, you bring it on home,
Bring it on home, bring it on home,
I said your love brings life to me, yeah.
song performed by by Janis Joplin
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Lament Words
let the angel chilled its voice
as they whisper the tiredness heart
of listening, twist every
touch and wiggle the dragon tail
to hold the sis-sling
fire of the gun scattered the land
as the flesh of blood
smell the phantom of death in
each arm of
mercy
a tongue that bleeds of secrecy
brings pain to the wound,
as the eyes looks back to see
the sky that murmur; let the silent lips
return, waiting
the dangles clouds of the sky that brings rain,
oh! Dear ears value every droplet
of open window of
steering words
and push back each blue sky
to lament the guiding
flight
trim the colorful mood,
a special ingredient wash out the shadow of the
past, leaving of what is yesterday
for today is just
an element of living stone of
tomorrow
chop of what blood smell;
listen to the eyes that tell, as you
always come to see the
light of perfection …..
poem by Antonio Liao
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Who Created This Beautiful World?
Who created this beautiful world?
What a harmony and perfection!
Who thought this beauty, who brought it out?
Who is he that perfected it?
What matching patterns spawn the wonder?
What concinnous rhythms create this charm?
What is that grand invisible hand
That weaves this beauty with rhythms and patterns
That makes beauty, beauty; a divine music?
What a match of place, time and form
That makes this world a joyous feeling!
Beauty infuses life to the world,
Beauty makes the world to speak and sing,
To awaken soul to the creator’s skills
Who gave his rare gifts in abundance.
What brings those hues to youthful glows,
What brings those shapes to enchanting slopes,
What brings gentleness to graceful love,
What brings those grace to ripening age,
What brings brooding beauty to day-break’s freshness,
What brings that beauty to the width of the sky,
To the height of hills and depth of seas,
To the shapes of clouds, to the moods of men
In liquid ease and endless abundance
That no more the world is what it is made of,
But a celestial charm of unknown depth.
A subtle music in joyous rhythms,
A pregnant pattern in brilliant colours,
In human forms, in nature’s moods,
In fast changing life’s variegated hues,
In tides of sea, in tides of life,
Surface to those inner ears and eyes
That keep itself wide open always;
A living rhythm is at work in womb
In hide and seek of light and shadow,
In fall and rise of hills and vales,
In love and hate, in war and peace;
The twinkles of eyes, the gentle smiles,
The blue of the sky, the warm sunshine,
Each is a rich work of a master craftsman.
Day is beauty, night is beauty;
Youth is beauty, old age is beauty;
Desire is beauty, contentment, beauty;
Heart-break is beauty, fulfilment, beauty;
Perfection is beauty, ugliness, beauty;
All are beautiful deep ’neath bones
Like sunrise and sunset or sunshine or rain,
In the magical hands of the master craftsman.
Is this world his own image,
A reflection of his model perfection
Like the pleasures of pleasure and the pleasures of pain
Make the world a divine charm;
Work and leisure, pain and pleasure,
Penury and wealth, life and death
Hand in hand bring harmony to the world;
Mongoose kills snakes; snake, rats,
In living rhythms of life and death;
Beauty, the world breathes, is beyond cause,
Beyond source, beyond course,
That surfaces itself to the joy of all
On the will of the great divine artist.
A speck of dirt, dark spots on the moon
Have the same charm and perfect rhythms;
Tears of pain and tears of pleasure
Have the same simple grace hidden in them;
Like silk-worms that weave soft sheath around,
He builds the world with his own inner charm,
It be a mole or a mountain;
And this we have,
The wonderous world of perfect beauty;
Beauty within and beauty outside,
Beauty between and beauty a’where,
In gentle flesh and youthful forms,
In fall and rise, in rage and patience,
In nature’s arts and man’s crafts,
In old and new or foul garbage;
For, the creator sits in all of them
And builds a bridge to all hearts and souls.
poem by Praveen Kumar
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In Our Breasts
Taut flesh of toxic seductress
comes out of the skin,
rolls in the dream.
A century buries the neck of God
and creates the words
of unbroken greed for useless faith.
A path stuns the sharp thorns.
Nothing would stop the seeker,
he has to annihilate the rival.
Somebody takes an aim
at the dancing egos
and brings down the marvel.
The bitter feud continues, between
stars and moon.
The molten lava moves like a snake.
poem by Satish Verma
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Moon Goddess’s Rapture
The soft clouds of night
drift slowly across the moon
as the rhythm of the night
brings a melody of love
to the cool evening air
and kisses are stolen by lovers everywhere.
The stars dot an ebony sky
like jewels on a regal crown
while deep in the undergrowth
crickets enhance the night
as their calls mingle among
the light by a fireflies dance.
The babbling brook tells tales
to the whispering trees
of love’s romantic encounters
under the moon goddess’s rapture
that captures all in her sight
while she looks down at night.
7 August 2010
poem by David Harris
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Three Words Or Is It Five Words?
Those three little words you say,
I love you,
brings a face full of smiles,
and happiness to my world.
However, those five words you say,
I don’t want you anymore,
brings eyes full of tears,
and sorrow, sadness and fears
poem by David Harris
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In Darkness
Must all of worth be travailled for, and those
Life's brightest stars rise from a troubled sea
Must years go by in sad uncertainty
Leaving us doubting whose the conquering blows,
Are we or Fate the victors? Time which shows
All inner meanings will reveal, but we
Shall never know the upshot. Ours to be
Wasted with longing, shattered in the throes,
The agonies of splendid dreams, which day
Dims from our vision, but each night brings back;
We strive to hold their grandeur, and essay
To be the thing we dream. Sudden we lack
The flash of insight, life grows drear and gray,
And hour follows hour, nerveless, slack.
poem by Amy Lowell
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Golden Kiss
await your roses in my dreams
Carriages of the troubadour well
Castles in fauve visions of Keats
Every cryptic flower sings of you
Now the world is extravagant grace
Elegant tendrils of spring’s rapture
Colors of the gardens divine wisdom
Love plants vines of mystic wine
Poetry as soft as summer flutes
My darling your eyes are like a forest
Night brings lips of serene moonlight
Joy shines over the sea of harmony
Adagios of romance like mystic begonias
Stars swirl and we are the dance of wind
Cupid has sent his sweet nightingales
Fountains of your heart pour into bliss
I am awakened by a golden kiss
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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