Secret Look......... Adult Nature
Your eyes they soften
When desiring me
And i see your secret look
And i know things
Are how they should be
As im reeling on your hook
Then gently we dissolve
Into each others souls
Rejecting the outer world
Both unaware of all but us
With heightened senses unfurled
And i do relish
Breathe and sigh
As you release your mind
Then you do warm
Sweat and writhe
This is our moment blind
No consciousness embarrassment
Nor wonder if we're in vain
Just total peace of mind and soul
As we reach our highest plane
And we do move
And breathe and sigh
Synchronised beyond belief
Then our eyes do melt at a joyous place
exhilaration surpasses relief
So i can sigh
Then
smile at you
And you are knightly sure
As we lay in a silent air
Retracing a night thats pure
Thank you
poem by Karen Sinclair
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Within A Sigh
The golden threads at sunrise
and the crimson glow at sunset
bring joy to everyone’s eyes.
The insects that scurry around
and the birds that fly high in the sky
take the breath away within a sigh.
We live in a world of wonders
that sadly passes us by.
Miracles happen every moment,
but we pass them with blind eyes.
We are too busy to ever see the things
that take the breath away within a sigh.
One day we may stop
and finally wake up
when all the miracles are gone
and will never have that chance
to change things back to when
they used to take the breath away within a sigh.
2-3 August 2010
poem by David Harris
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The First Time
My senses are heightened
As adrenaline pounds through me
Using my veins
In a personal
Pulsating
Selfish way.
That makes it seem my heart will
Break out of my chest
And,
Dance before my eyes.
Every hair on my body has risen
Expectantly, waiting for you.
I lean towards you
Like soft green grass
Dancing in the breeze.
Breathe
Eyes dilated
Pupils fixated into tiny points.
Searching
Looking
Knowing
As I inhale your sent.
A flood of emotions
Engulf me
Crash against me like waves.
A Tsunami
Hitting pebbles on a beach.
I will be swept away in the moment
Engulfed in your arms
Crushed by your mouth
As it consumes me.
Your tongue has me enslaved.
In your iron grip
My waist is anchored by your hands.
My hips begin to undulate
In some primal dance
That seems to be buried somewhere within me.
I share a secret
That escapes as a sigh in your mouth.
This secret was hidden somewhere within me
Waiting for you to unlock it.
This spell is ancient
It has captured me.
You have my full attention
All senses attuned to you.
I crave the sweetness of your mouth
Your sent
You remind my flesh of its purpose.
Remind my heart why it beats.
Remind me why I breathe.
As I breathe you in
Exhale.
Remind me why I'm alive
Inhale.
Remind me
Exhale.
Who I am
Inhale.
Tell me again and again
Exhale.
Why it is
Inhale.
Why I think
Exhale.
I love you
And forget to breathe.
poem by Rabia Minhas
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if i heave a sigh, what will i do with what i did not heave?
if i heave a sigh
into the air, and i keep some other more inside myself,
unconsumed, unspent,
what will i do with it?
keep it
like a secret in my closed fingers and pretend i am angry
with this clenched fist
when in truth i have nothing
no plan of keeping things that long because my arms
my soon go
into the river and be lost floating like a log from a hill?
i heave a sigh, that is enough relief,
i am emptied of something heavy
in my nose
i become an island losing air
but keeping sand and
stones
to keep my balance with the coconut trees
still
making landmarks to lost directions,
but it is my way of making my senses alive
i heave a sigh
and i want you to really hear it at a very close distance
just you and me
for you to know where i have situated myself
in this vast
nothingness,
i am here, touch me,
i am warm, i am fire,
you have been taking the forms of water
cold, damp,
having the face of the night, where the moon lost its light,
what are you doing to me?
i am taking you but you are the one taking me nowhere
i am lost by your promises
of a raft
i lost track of your waft, and here i am lost again as i
heave a sigh, deeper
this time....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lyrael's Father
Father I’m listening
To all your travels and plans
Take me away
From all this troubled land
A sigh is just a sigh
And he knows you’ll never wake
Find your way home, Father
To live a little more
Father I never knew you well
You never really knew me
Wrap me in your velvet cloak
Do everything you’re meant to be
A sigh is just a sigh
And he knows you’re trying hard
Keep me safe and warm, Father
Don’t deny me
Mother she’s gone now
She was always there
Warm with compassion
Now I’m only scared
A sigh is just a sigh
You never knew me well
Tell me all your stories
Tell me about the world
Don’t live to ignore me
I didn’t do you wrong
You’ll find out soon enough
When all of you in me has gone
A Father’s meant to be there
Teach their children how to fight
In this big bad world with tough strict laws
To give it all their might
But how can I call you “Father”?
When you’re just another person to me
I have your genes and features
But not the love I need
A sigh is just a sigh
He’ll say Lyrael I’m proud
Of all the things I’ve seen you do
You’re my little girl
poem by Lyrael Myrna
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If I Heave A Sigh, What Will I Do With What I Did Not Heave?
if i heave a sigh
into the air, and i keep some other more inside myself,
unconsumed, unspent,
what will i do with it?
keep it
like a secret in my closed fingers and pretend i am angry
with this clenched fist
when in truth i have nothing
no plan of keeping things that long because my arms
my soon go
into the river and be lost floating like a log from a hill?
i heave a sigh, that is enough relief,
i am emptied of something heavy
in my nose
i become an island losing air
but keeping sand and
stones
to keep my balance with the coconut trees
still
making landmarks to lost directions,
but it is my way of making my senses alive
i heave a sigh
and i want you to really hear it at a very close distance
just you and me
for you to know where i have situated myself
in this vast
nothingness,
i am here, touch me,
i am warm, i am fire,
you have been taking the forms of water
cold, damp,
having the face of the night, where the moon lost its light,
what are you doing to me?
i am taking you but you are the one taking me nowhere
i am lost by your promises
of a raft
i lost track of your waft, and here i am lost again as i
heave a sigh, deeper
this time....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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0234 The Book To The Reader
The book said:
I serve you. And
as you take from me, I
give myself to you; even
before you begin
to read me.
I note how gently
you pick me up from
where you laid me down,
pausing just before you touch me; and
I feel your mind surrendering
with relief all other matters which
weigh down the mind; as one
who sheds his clothes and dives
into cool, clear water on a sunny day
and when you begin to read me, I
feel your hands, not gripping me but
sensing the film of air between
your hands and my cover; the lovely
detachment of a shared love; you
respect me for my outer self as
you respect what I have to give
and when you put me down,
you put me down so tenderly,
first looking for the perfect place
to leave me; with, I sense,
an inward sigh of satisfaction, gratitude, but which
meets the sigh of parting; like
the parting pause of lovers
and, like lovers who have grown old together,
we put out of mind the passing sigh of
yet a different kind; that one of us one day
will be – not the first, that’s easy – but
the second one to go… that’s
the eternal test of love: loss to be measured
against gratitude, the final laying down
on the altar, of the book of life
all this I appreciate;
did you too know this? are we not
fortunate in each other, you and I?
said the book.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Let it go
Let it go
Let it go…gently
For gentle was love
Let go of that love
That does not return to you
It’s a leaf broken off a tree
There is no ointment that can heal that wound
Weep to peace.
Gently let it go with a sigh
Wishing for relief that comes with it
To come soon.
Let it go
It may needs to be some where else
To some one else it may belong
Let it go…
Love is nothing but the happiness of the beloved
It’s not a bird to be caged,
Not a thing to be possessed.
Gently whisper it luck and let it go like a sigh
Wishing for relief to come soon.
Shakil Haider
poem by Shakil Haider
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A Song (#1)
ON a summer's day as I sat by a stream,
A dainty maid came by,
And she blessed my sight like a rosy dream,
And left me there to sigh, to sigh,
And left me there to sigh, to sigh.
On another day as I sat by the stream,
This maiden paused a while,
Then I made me bold as I told my dream,
She heard it with a smile, a smile,
She heard it with a smile, a smile.
Oh, the months have fled and the autumn's red,
The maid no more goes by;
For my dream came true and the maid I wed,
And now no more I sigh, I sigh,
And now no more I sigh.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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An Imagination Of Hope
despite these things
which i shall not tell you
about the truth
of the state of affairs
the arrangement of the chips
like dominoes
that may fall off and create the
havoc
... despite everything...
(sigh!)
i shall keep myself alive
give a smile to the day
hug my nights goodbye
take the stairs
and walk another mile
and shall come back
again
to you
...despite everything
the sadness
and despair
(sigh!)
i shall not tell you what
or where and when
and why...(sigh!)
somewhere beyond
yes there is always a time and a place
somewhere beyond
when i shall be happy
and glorious
where i shall be king
with a queen
with my prince and princes
with my soldiers
and a kingdom and a castle
(sigh!)
i always know this
somewhere sometime beyond.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Girl With Magic Eyes
I sit in thought
My hand to head
My heart it wants to cry
My face turns sides
My smile sheds
The girl with magic eyes
The piece of mind
My eyes they tear
My brain it starts to fry
Vanished in air
I cannot hear
The girl with magic eyes
To see her face
Deep in my mind
My breath it starts to sigh
Touch her soft skin
I like this kind
The girl with the magic eyes
To breathe her smell
Just from a thought
I feel like I should die
To taste her lips
That I have fought
The girl with magic eyes
To have her close
Is all I want
I stare into the sky
Stuck to my dreams
My mind she haunts
The girl with magic eyes
poem by Paul Celano
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2010
Twenty ten introduces a seduction,
Infused with a sigh of relief.
Excuses fade away.
Satisfactions come to stay.
Burdens lift to minimize fear.
Or those perceptions once endeared.
To Leave many freed of sought attachments.
And a connection pursued that romances life!
That feels so right and deep with meaning.
Twenty ten introduces a seduction,
Infused with a sigh of relief.
Many will seek as pure happiness.
Others will not know this gift for what it is!
Accustomed to clinging to duets,
In disharmony.
2010 achieves a sense of freedom within.
A spirituality arrives.
Having little to do with perceptions of religion.
Twenty ten introduces a seduction,
Infused with a sigh of relief.
And an expanded consciousness accepted...
No one can debate or bait to deceive!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Final Thoughts
Final Thoughts
Sigh on to you just lost the blow
Sigh on to you
Sigh on to you My friend
Fell thoughts of soul's descend
Final Thoughts
Sigh on to you My friend
Might be is this the end
The pain hurts the fear inside
Kill be the weak to ride
Countdown to fossil down
Show Me the cancerous meltdown
???, the architects of life
???
Final Thoughts
Sigh on to you My friend
Might be is this the end
Sigh on to you
Sigh on to you
Final Thoughts
song performed by by Obituary
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I Let The Music Speak
Im hearing images, Im seeing songs
No poet has ever painted
Voices call out to me, straight to my heart
So strange yet were so well acquainted
I let the music speak, with no restraints
I let my feelings take over
Carry my soul away into the world
Where beauty meets the darkness of the day
Where my mind is like an open window
Where the high and healing winds blow
From my shallow sleep the sounds awake me
I let them take me
(let them wake me, let them have me, let them take me)
Let it be a joke
Let it be a smile
Let it be a farce if it makes me laugh for a little while
Let it be a tear
Let it be a sigh
Coming from a heart, speaking to a heart, let it be a cry
Some streets are emptiness, dry leaves of autumn
Rustling down an old alley
And in the dead of night I find myself
A blind man in some ancient valley
I let the music speak, leading me gently
Urging me like a lover
Leading me all the way
Into a place
Where beauty will defeat the darkest day
Where Im one with every grand illusion
No disturbance, no intrusion
Where I let the wistful sounds seduce me
I let them use me
(all illusion, no disturbance, no intrusion)
Let it be a joke
Let it be a smile
Let it be a farce if it makes me laugh for a little while
Let it be a tear
Let it be a sigh
Coming from a heart, speaking to a heart, let it be a cry
Let it be a tear
Let it be a sigh
Coming from a heart, speaking to a heart, let it be a cry
Let it be the joy of each new sunrise
Or the moment when a day dies
I surrender without reservation
No explanations
No questions why
I take it to me and let it flow through me
Yes, I let the music speak
I let the music speak
song performed by by ABBA
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Sappho
I sigh at day-dawn, and I sigh
When the dull day is passing by.
I sigh at evening, and again
I sigh when night brings sleep to men.
Oh! it were far better to die
Than thus forever mourn and sigh,
And in death's dreamless sleep to be
Unconscious that none weep for me;
Eased from my weight of heaviness,
Forgetful of forgetfulness,
Resting from care and pain and sorrow
Thro' the long night that knows no morrow;
Living unloved, to die unknown,
Unwept, untended, and alone.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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Beauty is, , , , , , , , , ,
.Beauty is in the eyes of beholder
Or the one who is prepared to solder
Understand and execute the spirit behind
There you have god and beauty or both to find
Child, no doubt has divine innocence
Ingredient inclusive of all essence
Yet you must see and find its presence
And feel relief when come out tense (situation)
Night and day perform their duty of cycle
Wait for no return and simply tackle
All needs of human beings and serve
What after all we think and deserve?
Trust is corner stone of everything
Belief and practice has little do or something
Yet there prevails calm and appreciation
Beauty is such thing for building the relation
Think of a stage where beauty is absent
Hatred and jealousy in all the forms very much present
You can't have sigh of relief and peace
World may seem to have near end and nothing to release
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Draw You (demo)
I see the spirit moving in the very fabric of the universe
I tell you so
You see the power in your hands
To ease the suffering of a dying child
You tell me so
I reach for stars
But you are keeping both feet firmly planted
On the ground
Or so Ive found
I wrestle with eternal questions
You wrestle with the here and now
Cause youre here and now
It breaks my heart that your alluring eyes
Are blind to what I see
Its tragic that the quests that move our lives
Are just so different
But I could draw you into my heart
If your eyes werent closed to me
And I would draw you into the world
Behind the one you see
If I could speak my mind
Then I could take you to secret places only ours to find
Your spirit longs to breathe
If only youd believe
(la la la nah nah nah la la)
I look for miracles
And search for the miraculous along my way
You seem to say
The opposite is true for you
You just seem satisfied with what you find each day
Your lifes ok
Your spirits lost and wandering in the sand
I swear I hear your voice
Crying save me from the desert
Take my hand
Lead me to water
But I could draw you into my heart
If your eyes werent closed to me
And I could draw you into the world
Behind the one you see
If I could speak my mind
Then I would take you to secret places only ours to find
Your spirit longs to breathe
If only youd believe
song performed by by Daniel Bedingfield
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The Last Picasso
Words and music by neil diamond
The last picasso, the last picasso was just acquired by some old museum, and don quixote, well don quixote the old mans rhyme has lost its reason; which only reminds me have I remembered to say that without you this life of plenty, would seem so empty, the last picasso. oh me and you--me oh me oh me oh me and you-- we, we can sigh--me oh me oh me oh me oh we can sigh. the last picasso, the last picasso may gather dust amid the ruins, and don quixote, well don quixote may no longer make his wishful tunes; but I still have you and I will have you when evrything else is gone and done with. well be like one with the last picasso. oh me and you--me oh me oh me oh me oh me and you-- we, we can sigh--me oh me oh me oh me oh we can sigh. oh, me and you--me oh me oh me oh me oh me and you-- we, we can sigh--me oh me oh me oh me oh we can sigh. oh, me and you--we we can sigh me oh me oh me oh we can sign. oh, me and you.
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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Reaching for the dictionary
That efficient movement of the arm –
let it be without impatience,
watched, aware, even graceful –
does not feature in a ballet,
or a film; although it could;
unlikely to be described in a novel;
and as for poetry… no poem yet,
no ode yet owed, to that word-hoard
with which, indirectly, poets live and breathe
and share their being…
but when the moment comes, is seen to come –
how beautiful that movement, full
of assurance, of anticipation
of what this may yield…
for lovely though the world
of that poetic imprecision
which teases the reading, writing mind,
plays with the emotions,
releases the imagination like a glorious balloon…
it’s now the moment to look down
from the basket of the balloon
soaring so gently over green fields and earth,
and look for landmarks for a clear descent..
sometimes, it’s those geeky, Greeky words
like metempsychosis or synecdoche,
ontological, epistemological…
sometimes, those simple words
like soul, or self…
the pages thumbed over – the choice of paper,
so thin, so strong, just right, itself
brings an intelligent respect –
aah, that’s what it really means…
a moment of treasured satisfaction;
the mind a little clearer now;
the heart perhaps, may know its warmth
in later, wiser ways; actions, too,
may (if we ever notice) be subtly altered,
as the flutter of the butterfly’s frail, strong wings
in some Amazonian rain-forest,
is sometimes said to be felt
throughout the world…
universal mind may breathe a gentle sigh;
language itself, allow a passing smile;
there’s order in the world; harmony
is heard in music beyond words;
the arm and hand, now so graceful,
reassured; the beauty of the mind
so quickly registered that it may
escape; a gratitude perhaps
as quick as eye-blink, and as unobserved -
the arm and hand replace
the dictionary there upon the shelf.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Draw You
I see the spirit moving
In the very fabric of the universe
I tell you so
You see the power in your hand
To ease the suffering of a dying child
You tell me so
I reach for stars
But you are keeping
Both feet firmly planted
On the ground
Or so I've found
I wrestle with eternal questions
You wrestle with the here and now
Cause you're here now
It breaks my heart
That your alluring eye
Are blind to what I see
It's tragic that the quests
That move our live
Are just so different
But I would draw you into my heart
If your eyes weren't closed to me
And I would draw you into the world
Behind the one you see
If I could speak my mind
Then I would take you to secret places
Only ours to find
Your spirit longs to breathe
If only you'd believe
I look for miracles
And search for the miraculous
Along my way
You seem to say
The opposite is true for you
You just seem satisfied
With what you find each day
Your life's OK
Your spirit's lost and wandering in the sand
I swear I hear your voice
Crying save me from the desert
Take my hand
Lead me to water
But I would draw you into my heart
If your eyes weren't closed to me
And I would draw you into the world
Behind the one you see
If I could speak my mind
Then I would take you to secret places
Only ours to find
Your spirit longs to breathe
If only you'd believe
song performed by by Daniel Bedingfield
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Gently care my Lips.....
my heart will be your paradise, my silent will be
your eyes and my touch will be your day to begin
the unending chariot of fire in your destiny
with in deep compassion the wisdom cab
wave the criticism of truth, as every stair the step,
made its way; pretending that my hands guide
your loneliness while my lip touches to reach the
rainbow of your pure insanity
vomit all that lead you know more of the head that
reason, on my mind your empty, perhaps it
makes cool my day, crazy like me, nothing comes
that makes things happy only that good shinning
springs of the sunny morn that hold until this day
wipe out all the mess, stare and steer, gently
please my face that collapse in your heart that pure
subside, lament all the memories for time comes no
regret; joyous await thy heart that long, stay and be
with me my dignity
let thy heaven move and stay away in my trouble
heart, but please release my bosom heart in your
flourishing moment to stay forever as you stay
with me......
poem by Antonio Liao
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