Moonbeam Princess
She walked across the path
In the moonbeams of love
Her grace her beauty
Was heavens gift of love
Her raven long hair
Her slender stealth legs
Carried her afloat
To dance on the moonbeam
That flickers in the night
Her hair swirled
In the pale moonlight
As a cool midnight breeze
Caressed her lovingly
Her gossamer dress
Caressed each curve
Her beauty divine
Made my heart
Skip a beat
Suddenly I wake
In sweat, in fear
Will I ever see?
My true love again.
poem by Kaila George
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A Kiss Goodbye
My heart beats
As I watch the moonbeams
Dance in the midnight breeze
I smile softly as I recall a time
When soft words of love
Where spoken sweetly to my ear
As we watched together
Moonbeams dance
So many years ago
My eyes mist over
As I recall his gentle touch
As he caressed my cheeks
Just to make me smile
As he said with each smile
It took his breath away
The shivers of memories
Warm my hungry soul
As he held me gently in his arm
Each time after we made love
And whispered softly
Just how much he loved me so
The collection of memories
I hold close to my heart
Must now be placed
In my treasure trove of memory's
So that I can love again
I blow a kiss into the
Midnight breeze
And whisper we will meet again
And smile to myself
You will always be a part of my soul
Now and evermore
Good night and goodbye
You're always in my heart
poem by Kaila George
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Beauty In You Boils Like Wine Yet You Are So Divine
You are eternal so is love
Everything is for change but not beauty of my love..
Beauty in you is admired by all
Here i'm as adorable not for all..
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine
Beauty is you that's true
Honey.. it's true mirror never lies you..
I never lie but can lie for you and
For your happiness can die for you..
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine
Beauty is sacred so are you
Beauty is priceless so in you
You are precious but not for the world
Can bet anything to make you my world
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine
Beautiful is you not my life
Your beauty is immortal not my eyes
Oh Mine...
Your beauty is the way to heaven
Show me way to your heart which is next to seven..
Take me the way i am and
make me the way you want..
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine
You are my love worth to die for
You are my freedom worth to fight for..
I made my guts to compromise
Beauty in you is worth a sacrifice..
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine
My words can sail but are not for sale
Can sacrifice in love to make you my fairy tale..
This song of mine is only for you my sunshine
I can sing this song specially for you my divine..
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine
I've signed your name on each dropp of my sweat and
Will dream of you till the last day of my breath..
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine..
poem by Dr Vinay Sirigere
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The monk with long pretty hair
I love this life,
Sworn to serve the poor,
My body honed to perfection,
With the life style,
The material skill,
The difficult chores,
And the blessing our the lord Buddha,
I will always honor him,
For he gave me the greatest gift of all,
My long pretty hair.
The others start to object,
Claiming my head needs shaving,
There just jealous,
I wear the orange robe,
What more do they want?
I’m always on time,
The best in my class,
I bet that’s why they hate me,
Because who could hate,
My long pretty hair.
Everyday I realise,
My hair is all I care for,
I made my excuses,
I need to be clean,
Because cleanliness is holiness,
Suddenly there’s not enough hours in the day,
I cut the training,
And fall behind on my chores,
To stare at perfection in the mirror,
My long pretty hair.
The Masters are angry at me preaching,
That my hair sets me apart,
As indeed it does,
I see the jealousy in every eye,
They hate me because I'm perfect,
Why should I shave my head?
Am I not the universe’s chosen?
Above all the others,
So what if I’m the better with,
My long pretty hair.
I’m banished from my home,
But that’s ok,
They left me a mirror,
Which I stare into all day,
I found my true love,
Better than my old life,
Helping and healing and fighting,
I rebel against my order,
Despite all I lose I still have,
My long pretty hair.
On the execution block I stand,
In all my glory,
They took my mirror away,
And dared to touch my hair,
Who can blame me for hurting them?
They deserved it,
And now I stand,
Proud and tall,
With my hair flowing free,
Caressed by the breeze
My long pretty hair.
And I now hang by the gate,
By my long pretty hair,
Final glory for everyone to see.
My long pretty hair.
poem by David Whittingham
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Part One
Your beauty made my heart skip a beat
From the very first time we meet
Your beauty comes from the smile on your lips
Down to the curve of your hips
Your beauty lights up the room and brightens my day
Your beauty has an affect on everything i could say.
poem by In your Absence
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The Red Dress In A Breeze
Caressed to enfold your beautiful body the gentle breeze
Seems attracted to skim your every curve tightening your dress
To a Carmen’s level, provocative alluring, sensuous,
The stunning flowers behind you smile, inhaling your presence,
The red dress crowned with your shining black hair
Blocks out everything the eye can see except your lips.
This without a word beckons I to kiss,
The evening curtains close on the moon
Winking then casting shadows for I to draw near,
The red dress glows in the dark
Both our arms gently hold each other,
We say nothing
Only
That kiss of bliss, amore,
Imagination makes love.
poem by Ken e Hall
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Pale white beauty
Soft as the moonlight, glinting
Through a veil of silken snow
Your pale white beauty, maudlin?
My hearts beat speaking in overflow…
You with your dark hair roving?
Oh ivory shouldered, queen
There where the barn owl, sleeping?
So quietly calm and serene
There where the raven is feeding?
His talons in the snow,
There with a heart still bleeding
I'll pray you love me so…
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Beauty Is Upon You
Beauty is upon you like the rose without a thorn.
Beauty is upon you like the dew on grass each morn.
Beauty is upon you like the sapphire shining sea.
Beauty is upon you like the apple on the tree.
Beauty is upon you like the sunshine on the Earth.
Beauty is upon you like the day God granted birth.
Beauty is upon you like the wings on butterflies.
Beauty is upon you like the grace that God supplies.
Beauty is upon you like the diamond wedding ring.
Beauty is upon you like the season known as Spring.
Beauty is upon you like the little lambs that play.
Beauty is upon you like the snow on Christmas Day.
Beauty is upon you like the rainbows up above.
Beauty is upon you like the sentimental dove.
Beauty is upon you like the young bird new to flight.
Beauty is upon you like the shooting stars each night.
Beauty is upon you like the dolphins as they leap.
Beauty is upon you like the peace that comes with sleep.
Beauty is upon you like ten thousand whispering sighs.
Beauty is upon you like true love that never dies...
Beauty is upon you like true love that never dies...
Beauty is upon you like true love that never dies...
poem by Denis Martindale
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I Sort Beauty, Until I Found Her
I sort beauty, until I found her
It was in the way she looked at me
True beauty is in her eyes
Her eyes melted my heart
Oh.. how she made my heart settle
I sort beauty, until I found her
It was in the way she was herself to me
True beauty means no pretence
Her natural self made me see beauty in her
Oh.. how she exposed a beautiful heart
I sort beauty, until I found her
It was in the way she accepted me
True beauty means true love
Her acts of love made me see love in her
Oh.. how she proved a lovely companion
I sort beauty, until I found her
It was in the way she talked about our future
True beauty means graceful talk
Her character showed a lady of grace
Oh.. how she'll be my child's graceful mother
poem by Nyota Yasulwe
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Beauty Is Upon You
Beauty is upon you like the rose without a thorn.
Beauty is upon you like the dew on grass each morn.
Beauty is upon you like the sapphire shining sea.
Beauty is upon you like the apple on the tree.
Beauty is upon you like the sunshine on the Earth.
Beauty is upon you like the day God granted birth.
Beauty is upon you like the wings on butterflies.
Beauty is upon you like the grace that God supplies.
Beauty is upon you like the diamond wedding ring.
Beauty is upon you like the season known as Spring.
Beauty is upon you like the little lambs that play.
Beauty is upon you like the snow on Christmas Day.
Beauty is upon you like the rainbows up above.
Beauty is upon you like the sentimental dove.
Beauty is upon you like the young bird new to flight.
Beauty is upon you like the shooting stars each night.
Beauty is upon you like the dolphins as they leap.
Beauty is upon you like the peace that comes with sleep.
Beauty is upon you like ten thousand whispering sighs.
Beauty is upon you like true love that never dies...
Beauty is upon you like true love that never dies...
Beauty is upon you like true love that never dies...
Denis Martindale, copyright, August 2001.
poem by Denis Martindale
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What's In Your Heart
True beauty is in the way she laughs
True beauty is in her eyes
True beauty is how she acts
True beauty is inside
True beauty is unseen
True beauty is only felt
True beauty is not mean
True beauty is herself
True beauty can't be cruel
True beauty is bare
True beauty lies within you
True beauty is always there
True Beauty can't be covered with makeup
True beauty means true love
True beauty can't be baked up
True beauty is the flight of a dove
True beauty has no flaws
For True beauty is all that matters after all
poem by Ricky Baker
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0175 Love's Butterfly
As butterflies with beauty grace the air,
so love cannot be lazy in its love;
true love brings lovely energies to bear;
love's actions grace the true contemplative.
devoted action is the path we tread
when stirred at first by love of love's first cause;
to purge our souls of that we wish us rid;
such tasks may grace our caterpillar days.
humility - which is to know pure self,
seen clearly as the light of bad and good -
brings contemplation's share in godly wealth;
those shining works which are love's neighbourhood;
then we God's goodness, truth and beauty share;
as butterflies with beauty grace the air.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Beauty O beauty I am in love with you
Beauty O beauty I am in love with you
When you are found in the common face
My heart can barely wait to take your place
I see your look in the common race
For there you have placed
In a love that bares no disgrace
Cupid is blind this is true
So do not blame him when he strike you
And a man you find not fair
For half of beauty is within
This you can not see till you woo
And his inner beauty will overthrow
All of your misconceived notions
About what beauty mends
Beauty my man beauty
The common face capture me
The common love I can not see
But this love of the common he
Is what most that moves me
I have no shame to call upon the name
Of gay love tied with a ring
For love of beauty is beyond the dictate of the state
For they are only man made rules
And has not the true power to school
Common beauty can be seen on any street
And the bars where you go to meet
The common men is yout yo greet
Some say that beauty be not common
But they are but fools to think this so
For well does the true poet knows
That beauty is white as the snow
Beauty is black as the night
Beauty is yellow as the sun flower’s petal
Beauty is bronze as the metal
Beauty is red as the blossom of the crape myrtle
Beauty, O beauty its true that you do
To who you care to do
For all the races are filled with you
Beauty by like a tender touch
That in the night will come to irrupt
Beauty be soft, beauty be roughs
To pull back the skin of the silk
And expose the kernels of our love
Beauty o, beauty
Found in women and in men
We know that each of the same sex can comprehend
That a man can find beauty in a man.
poem by David E. Patton
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I thought I saw an angel......
Her hair was long, it blew in the breeze.
a warm summer sun sat in the trees.
while birds high above sang as sweet as could be
for the girl with long blonde hair was free.
She sauntered through the glades,
she lingered by the water's edge.
and fed the swans some crumbs and then
continued along her way.
Her slender legs were tanned and toned,
she seemed so peaceful all alone,
as a wisp of her hair blew by her eyes
as it glistened like gold beneath the skies.
Many a young man glanced her way
hoping for a smile, but the girl
never stopped to return their gaze,
she just gently walked on by.
And as morning drifted into noon
and the heat of the sun made a haze,
I thought I saw an angel there
as she ambled along that day.
In her heart was a gift from the heavens
letting her spirit fly free
and the charm that she wore about her,
kept her safely from you and from me.
Then as she passed the strangers there
in that magical haunting way
there was a misty shadow cast
and the girl just drifted away.
Nobody knew where she came from,
and nobody knew where she went,
but the trees seem to whisper a melody
and the weeping willow wept.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Dance With The Devil
Cunning liar, eternal fire
Demon clever, promise 4ever
The curious try and always die
Live in fear, the devil is near
Can U feel his breath? Pray 4 death
The curious try and always die
"U men point those search lights up on the tower right now - move, move!"
Have no Savior, have no faith
Never look 4 Heaven's gate
Devil's children, no love inside
There is a soul, but it has died
Devil's children, no love inside
There is a soul, but it has died
And it cries, and it cries
CHORUS:
Dance with the devil in the pale moonlight
Put your arms around him and hold him tight
Give up 2 the feeling and don't try 2 fight
He wants your soul and he wants it 2night
Dance with the devil in the pale moonlight
Put your arms around him and hold him tight
Close your eyes 2 love and die
Dance with the devil in the pale moonlight {sampled till end}
"U know, without U I just wouldn't wanna go on"
CHORUS {x2}
Dance with the devil in the pale moonlight
Put your arms around him and hold him tight
"It's as though we were made 4 each other
Beauty and the Beast
Of course if anyone else calls U Beast
I'll rip their lungs out"
Dance with the devil in the pale moonlight
Put your arms around him and hold him tight
song performed by by Prince
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Convinced Me She is….
Is she an angel?
I asked the stars
They were dubious
The angelic smile,
The ruddy cheek and
Divine magnanimity
Convinced me she is…
Is she a glacier?
I asked the arctic mountains
They were too, dubious
The radiant beauty,
The well carved and
The blazon sculptured features
Convinced me she is…
Is she an icy mountain stream?
I asked the icy mountains
They were too, dubious
The sweet rippling gift of the gab,
The flashy blue eyes and
The wavy hair
Convinced me she is…
Her presence in my infinity dreams,
With all her grace and beauty
Made me a man of desires
Hence, whispered, I love her, I love her,
I Love you.. I Love you.. I cried, as loudly as I could
My love to hear my love
But the winds snatched it and
The clouds then, if she heard my yelps, I am dubious…
April 16-2009
poem by Nooruddeen Mathilakathveetil
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I Wish I Were Blind
I love to see the cottonwood blossom in the early spring
I love to see the message of love that the bluebird brings
But when I see you walking with him down along the strand
I wish I were blind when I see you with your man
I love to see your hair shining in the long summers light
I love to watch the stars fill the sky on a summer night
The music plays, you take his hand
I watch how you touch him as you start to dance
And I wish I were blind when I see you with your man
We struggle here but all our loves in vain
And these eyes that once filled me with your beauty now fill me with pain
And the light that once entered here is banished from me
And this darkness is all, baby, that my heart sees
And though the world is filled with the grace and beauty of gods hand
Oh I wish I were blind when I see you with your man
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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True beauty
True beauty is in the way she laughs
True beauty is in her eyes
True beauty is how she acts
True beauty is inside
True beauty is unseen
True beauty is only felt
True beauty is not mean
True beauty is herself
True beauty can't be cruel
True beauty is bare
True beauty within you
True beauty is always there
True Beauty can't be covered with makeup
True beauty means true love
True beauty can't be baked up
True beauty is the flight of a dove
True beauty has no flaws
For True beauty is all that matters after all
all rights reserved to Jean Melanie Pullman
poem by Jean Pullman
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The Blind Love
The blind love
Beauty and love
Together resided
Heavenly resorts above
And were guided
By the spirits divine
Incited them to always align
Gamboled they hand in hand
Place like a fairy land
Happy like victorious prince
Jealous were the happiness thence
Love, importune for beauty
Forgetting her divine duty
Hovered over like a moth
On the lightened luminous path
Never would they go astray
Promised under the broad day
One night they were making love
The beauty saw shining moon above
The moon light was so sweet
Beauties praised it and too repeat
Love was jealous of beauty infidel
Could not bear the moon rival
Come at beauty with a hard blow
Plucked out love’s eyes glow
Since that day the love is blind
And the beauty does not mind
Love and beauty part the way
Since that day are at bay
poem by Akram Saqib
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Even More Domineering
I love Rudi’s protectiveness, Juliette says
I’m a disgrace to all feminists, I love his
jealousy while Juliette points out that she
is the great beauty, not I, she has the hair,
seriously beautiful hair, long legs and big
blue eyes; while I have soft hair, light-sen-
sitive eyes and short legs and a non-sexy
smile, Juliette has been crowned first
princess in a beauty pageant
She mockingly threatens to steal Rudi from
me, he’s much too handsome and I’m much
too clinging, she says, but I disagree, I asked
him could he have chosen Juliette if he had
met her first, he burst out laughing and said
not on your life, I don’t care for eyes, legs and
hair, but about what’s inside, I asked him if
he loved what’s inside me more
than the outside –
He replied, I love what’s inside AND I adore
the package in which you arrived, he kissed
my non-glamorous hair and my light-sensitive
eyes and said he liked the fire that lived inside,
he kissed my non-sexy smile and said the love
in the line of my lips drove him wild, I asked him
about my being too dependent and forcing him
to be domineering, using Juliette’s arguments;
he decided then and there
To become even more domineering instead
and marched me off to bed…
poem by Louise Tredoux
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Save This Love Passion
Dance mon amour,
Please dance for me.
show me your perfect curve,
Make me alive, make me lured.
Dance my perfect love,
Please dance for me.
Show me what you can do,
Make me sweat, Make me full.
Dance my truly queen,
Please dance for me.
Show me you are the one,
Make me real, make me whole.
Dance you beauty soul,
Please dance for me.
Show me you only for me,
Make happy, make me feel.
Dance my dear companion,
Please dance for me.
Show me you are chosen one,
Make me love you, make last.
Dance my favourite song,
Please dance for me,
Make me true, make my session.
Make me save this love passion.
poem by Gianni Pintus
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