One Moment.
Can I catch
A special word
In a butterfly net.
From a heavenly shower
Still
Silvery wet.
That would
Touch your heart
Like a purple sky.
Leaving angel lights
To dwell in your eye.
Can I capture
Chamber music
In the echo of a rhyme.
Of a true romance
From another time.
That would
Let you sing
Of colours unseen.
And dancing on the village green.
In the kisses of youth eternal.
- Missing pages from a lovers journal.
Can I captivate
Your soul.
With sweet lines of fragrance
Like pink petals in a bowl.
Teardrops of a flower
That an April shower stole.
Can I move you
With a phrase.
That only moonlight could erase.
In the aura of its blue kiss.
Can I hold your dreams
Just once.
In one moment of passing bliss.
poem by Kevin East
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Rainbow Shower
Hey rainbow shower, rainbow shower
shower on me, shower on me..
Pick a pink flower, a shy pink flower
and shower on me, shower on me
Hey rainbow shower, I m lost in a hey
Sprinkle the purple orchids n roses
and take me to the bay, oh rainbow shower...
just flower on me, flower on me..
Hey rainbow shower, drench me with colors
cozy blues green gold and yellows,
sparkle the light with shades bright
I m crazy after you, my rainbow shower...
Hey rainbow shower, rainbow shower
Can you dance wid me, yaa dance wid me
Play the tunes of the skies, big grey blues n wise
oh rainbow shower, my rainbow shower! !
poem by Sanjay Kamlakar
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You Kiss My Heart
You kiss my heart
With words from afar.
And touch my hand,
You are
My maiden
You stand
Forever flowing in white.
With glowing dreams
In darkest night.
And warm me
With shivers of love.
That tingle
Mingle
In my soul.
Whenever beauty in verse
Is read from heaven's scroll.
And stars cry tears
Of the universe,
Then glisten with sunlight they had stole.
From a million years ago.
So,
I want to wrap you
In blue moonbeams.
And bathe our hopes
In silver streams.
As you forever dance
Across my mind.
Leaving flowers of romance
Scattered behind.
As the sky now holds aloft
Pastel colours we painted, soft.
On canvas blue.
You kiss my heart
With words for me
You do.
They bloom
And always excite
Like meadow dressed in floral white.
As soft trail of tears
Saturate our emotion.
In special dawn
We will kiss
With sweet devotion.
In such symphony of bliss.
I leave promise of candlelight.
Left to burn where our romance slept.
Forever more
On our sunset shore.
Yes, my heart leapt
When in dream we kissed.
And for every moment I exist
It will beat in time
With every rhyme
That is ours.
And love will blaze
With violet haze
Among clouds of ivory towers.
Until we caress
In Summer rain.
Then you will wake
My heart again.
poem by Kevin East
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Senses
Can you hear the leaves
Whisper to the trees, goodbye.
When the sun went down
Did you see the heavens frown
As raincloud prepared to cry.
When shooting stars reload
Can you feel the colours explode.
Did you ever dance with moonlight on your own?
And by chance, catch angry waves
Beating aged rocks
- Could you hear them groan? .
When one seed was sown
Did you watch the earth move.
Beautiful slow motion in the groove
Yet nature has sweet nothing to prove.
Can you touch the rainbow
The darkness stole away? .
Can you feel a kiss from some warm yesterday.
Like riding on a train
Though my spirit with you
-Will always stay.
Hearing love's refrain
So sure I saw you
Walking in blue moon bay.
Who can smell the perfume that April shower sprays
As Winter smog flies her plume
Sun hides in memories haze.
Do you wake in a dream?
By glistening silver stream
That water music of your past
You were sure that wouldn't last
Returning as you sleep
That yearning makes you weep.
Now as dawn is born again
So too your sense of pain.
But listen carefully
As beauty rides for free
On breeze so sensually.
We touch what we can't see.
poem by Kevin East
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How to make your wishes come true
She liked white and had not said a word yet
On her tenth birthday
she stood on the red steps
of the red opera house
-the red opera house on the north side of Sydney Harbour
almost opposite the white opera house
She scattered orange petals, yellow petals, green leaves and spoke
in a light blue voice
A bird of navy blue pink and gold feathers stood by her. Was this the grateful bird? Purple gold and white danced
She said
white stillness, pure gold, purple wonder, gold strength, pink joy, pink infinity, navy blue now, strong indigo blue, light blue fountain, the green first reason, compassionate orange, endless yellow,
royal red, single red, free orange, free yellow, green depth as clear as crystal, all attractive light blue, strong indigo blue, strong navy blue, pink wishes, gold compassion, compassionate purple,
gold of golds, of creativity, white of whites, gold truth, purple mentor, funny gold, pink friend of children, navy blue of nature,
indigo blue knowledge, light blue song of nature, green creation, yellow in senses, orange guide, red way, red inspirer, orange giver, yellow help, dazzling green, light blue of the delicate, with indigo blue eyes, navy blue good, with pink kind eyes, golden hair, golden complexion, purple complexion, gold warmth, of white space, white and gold love, of all purple knowledge, gold presence, pink in thunder and storms, navy blue pleasure, indigo blue beauty,
light blue lines, all attractive green, of yellow stirring music, of orange, red refuge, clear red, orange orange, yellow yellow, with green giving hands, of green, light blue truth, indigo blue essence, navy blue sparkle, pink with gold, purple guide, gold here, here white, white is the sun with penetrating vision, purple and golden constant winner, gold reach, of all pink, infinite navy blue, indigo blue knowledge, light blue care, deep green in greens, orange truth, dedicated to yellow, red peace, red glory, orange beauty, yellow, of green and light blue evenings, handsome indigo blue, intelligent navy blue, pink of pinks, of gold golds, purple purple, gold friend,
openness, formless white and gold, prevailing purple, efficient purple, purple origin, purple form, gold and permanent pink, navy blue belief, indigo blue blue, dense green, orange, yellow, red friend, red
and fell silent
Are the colours telling us that reciting the girl's words could make all our wishes come true? What else do red orange yellow green light blue indigo blue navy blue pink gold purple gold white know?
Today is a Monday
poem by Bhupen Thakker
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Green and blue
Green and blue
First-named of colours believe these two.
They first of colours by men were seen
This grass colour, tree colour,
Sky colour, sea colour,
Magic-named, mystic-souled, blue and green.
Later came
Small subtle colours like tongues of flame,
Small jewel colours for treasure trove,
Not fruit colour, flower colour,
Cloud colour, shower colour,
But purple, amethyst, violet and mauve.
These remain,
Two broad fair colours for our larger gain
Stretched underfoot or spreading wide on high,
Green beech colour, vine colour,
Gum colour, pine colour,
Blue of the noonday and the moonlit sky.
poem by Lesbia Harford
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Lover's Song
Crescent moon and falling stars
Travel across to where lovers are
Love's first kisses taste so sweet
Capture true bliss so complete
Passion fuses into sweet surrender
Precious memories so often remembered
Lovers deeply intwined in soul and spirit
Unspoken words and distance that cannot bear it
No matter what time can separate
A love like this patiently waits
In depths of love so sublime
Across an eternity of endless time
Lovers etched in passion so deep
True love eternal will never sleep
poem by Lorie Robertson
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Sent She Did A Shower Of Song Kisses
behold a shower of meteorites I bathe in light
a shower of kisses sent helps pass velvet night
overhead heavens streak in shower blaze glory
messages love sent written in our creation story
paradise still beckons with wonders souls aspire to
lovers feel universal song echo Adam Eve once knew
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Lovers Are Dreamers
Do dreams stay awhile or are they as morning dew?
Can they endure like the sky's eternal blue?
It depends on the dream and the dreamer's heart.
As true lovers know, each day their dreams start.
Alas, time does pass, but dreams true lovers own;
Most are smiles, a few tears, but never alone.
Each a dream for the other; that's what life is for.
Lovers, keep on dreaming… it's romance evermore.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Chinese and Butterfly
Poetic Style: Acrostic
Larkspur flower ~ attractive lavender blue
Annual delphinium, very popular in bloom...
Razzle-dazzle aura in flower arrangement show
Kaleidoscope of beauty where'er the petals grow.
Splendid and fast-growing, reaching for the sun
People passing by, admire the precioius one.
Under Arizona sky, desert larkspur is ever nigh
Romance of spring, 'Chinese and Butterfly'.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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I Do Listen Dear
in my I do
the kingdom of success
listen to the echo
of the mountain; as the dew of the forest
chilled the glory of the heart
the house, erase the
trouble heart to calm and blow
down what mint to love and cherish of
promise in the end of the
beginning
I dream of what life could be
at the start
capture of what is reality of the present,
behave like a frost candy
in the wonderland; as it melt flourish
the beautiful hyacinth of change in
every heart, wonderful yet! brings
hymn in the coming days
leave me alone,
but hold me close, for loving praise and kiss
the ocean floor
of lasting moment of peace
in every candid journey;
as it billeted
the wings of sweat teardrops
that fall leaving me alone
to fly
poem by Antonio Liao
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My Girl Is a Kiss Machine
My girl is kiss machine
Her kiss very sweet
Like a flower in the sun
Which comes here to greet
Every time she meets me
she kisses on my face
and then she guides me
back to those sunny days
when clouds were lieng
at the bottom of my feet
My girl is kiss machine
Her kiss very sweet
She kisses on my cheek
kisses on my fingure tips
She kisses on my chin
kisses with her lucky lips
Every time she kisses
it gets sweeter by a bit
My girl is kiss machine
Her kiss very sweet
Whenever i feel like crieng
she kisses on my eye
Makes all my sorrows none
and I can see them fly
I am always on my toes
wishing that she meets
My girl is kiss machine
Her kiss very sweet
When I say I am leaving
she kisses very hard
And makes it harder for me
to leave her in the yard
Thats why I am saying
She is best thing in my kit
My girl is kiss machine
Her kiss very sweet
poem by Giram Vishal
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A Special Little Kiss.
Kiss me now kiss me then
Your lips so soft I need you again
Kiss so special, so perfect so right
Eyes engage for an endless night
Kiss so soft kiss so sweet
Behind your kiss a hidden treat
Kiss so special kiss sureal
No kiss from the past has this feel
Kiss so good kiss so great,
Kisses from you almost seem like fate,
A Kiss from me a kiss to you,
kisses from you are always so true,
Kisses a plenty kisses a few,
This kiss this feeling I never knew,
A kiss from you needs me to make two,
I'd rather have few,
than to loose my chance with you
poem by Jordan Moore
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Over
Now that I know it is over
Where will you go.
Whose hand will you hold through the snow
As I freeze alone.
Now that my kisses have left your lips
Hidden in blue moon eclipse
Who will taste your wine.
Bittersweet as I pen my next line
Living inside of a rhyme.
Now that I know it is over
What will I sing.
The closeness melody did bring.
Lost at sea
When you took off my ring.
The cost to me
- An eternal sting
To burn my soul.
With a slow drum roll
I will fade in blue
Where our love once grew.
When gentle breeze
Whispered to trees
Of our joy so new.
Now that I know it is over
Who will kiss your hair.
Or spend the night
In lonely chair
Calling to the dawn
But finding you're not there.
There is no measure in time or space
To erase the pleasure of your face.
When I close my eyes
We forever roll in clover.
Yet, sweet woman I realise
That now it is over.
poem by Kevin East
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La Vie en Rose
I am the true love symbol flower
With passion to conceive loves power,
My face has launched a thousand loves
Beauty of no bounds I fly with doves.
My blood is drank by Mademoiselle Chanel
In Venus pools of jealousy doth dwell
She breathes it on the skin of Jezebels
As they steal the hearts to kiss and tell.
Above all this my fragrance grows
From him a single stem and then she knows
Love, colours red white blue and yellow
Endorsing all of woman soft and mellow
I trance the eyes to sheer delight
For fragrant music in the night
As lovers hold me for that pose
I am the one and only
Vie en Rose
poem by Ken e Hall
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Carnations in the garden
There are carnations in the garden
in colours of ruby red,
pure white and blossom pink
and some pink with deep purple inside
and others purple-blue.
I smell the sweet fresh flowers
and look at colours
hue as if by magic
into each other.
Some grow in flowering pots,
some are planted in flowerbeds,
others even in the rock garden
and the flowers at places are mixed
to catch the eye
and everywhere there’s care
and a lot of love
that went into the tending of it.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sweet Dreams My Angel
Go to sleep my angel and dream
Of heavenly places and heavenly faces
You shall be missed, my angel but rest in peace
In this world you could easily get hurt
Don't fret my angel you are safe in God's arms
He will take care of you
And will always be with you
Mortal dreams of riches, but my angel
You are rich for eternal life
So sleep now angel you are full of love and beauty
We will all be with you soon
Sweet dreams my angel
When you wake up you'll know that
Your dreams have come true
poem by Angie Watson
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Sweet Love
Love
You are still my friend
Though you took away my flower
Each lamplit evening has an end
Tears on a page our april shower.
My heart, so lightly squeezed
By the ghost that did depart
My soul that her memory eased
The faintest hope would fire start.
So, love of jasmine scent
I look above
For romance lent
- Until the day on distant sand
I'll lose my way
But find her hand.
Oh, love whose heart still beats
Brings me her victory
Through my defeats.
Her eyes unknown burn with the night
One seed was sown in morning light
- To grow our day
When lips do touch
Love takes away
But gives so much.
And that's why love
You're still my friend
Now these two flowers will sway and bend
Our music pulsates
- crescendo of elation
As time the thief awaits
Sweet love
That rainbow of creation.
poem by Kevin East
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Friends As Lovers, Lovers As Friends
new york wasn't mine
was it me, or just my kind
spinning softly, talking cheap
theres no place left to be
but a road that just goes on
to everyone leaving town
friends as lovers
lovers as friends
shall we dance into the night
as the jukebox moans and pours out time
friends and lovers
lovers and friends
theres no place left to be
than wrapped around your eyes
and every passing town
or stay as lovers
or stay as friends
theres no prayers
for dashboard light
flagging goals
you're missing sides
'cause they say you are the one
and theres no place left to be
than where you stand right now
i know these leaving town
us as lovers
lovers as friends
to your face
to speak alone
to your back
among the proud
we're friends with lovers
lovers with friends
and theres no place left to be
that can keep me away from you
on every passing train
i see lovers
i see friends
darling boy
youre on my mind, she says
i feel your skin
as if its mine
this pain it sweet
too sweet to touch
and theres no place left to be
in the shadow of your lives
in everyone leaving town
friends as lovers
lovers as friends
and theres no place left to be
than where you are right now
beside us leaving town
i'm your lover
i'm your friend
song performed by by Zwan
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The Lovers' Walk
BY the slowly flowing river
Lies the old, shadowed walk,
Where the lovers, two and two,
Ere the falling of the dew,
Of the sweetest thing on earth in the soft shadows talk.
For, though honey has a sweetness,
As the tasting palate knows,
Yet young love is sweeter, sure,
Than the honey, pale and pure,
That the brown bee gets from the heart of the rose.
Though there's music in the waters
And the singing of the birds,
Yet a richer music dwells
In the tale each couple tells
In that scene of green enchantment, as they put their hearts in words.
Though they have not throne or sceptre,
They are kings and queens, in truth;
And their realm is all their own,
And they rule in it alone,
For the wonder and the splendour of the world belong to youth.
Neither man nor maid may hasten,
Neither man nor maid may baulk
The river on its way,
As it murmurs, day by day,
By the singing, scented places of the old Lovers' Walk.
There the wattle has its season,
And the lily flames awhile,
And the pink boronia blooms,
And the orchid lights the glooms
Of the deep, green gully and the far forest aisle.
There the wattle fades and withers,
And the lily on its stalk;
But new couples, wreathed and crowned,
Through the seasons round and round
Dream their dreams, link their hands on the old Lovers' Walk.
There they tell the one tale over
And they plight again their troth,
And they bend above the stream
In the sunset's dying gleam;
It might seem the river cares not, yet the river mirrors both.
Oh, how many happy lovers
Has that gleaming river glassed!
Oh, what folk alight with joy,
Dancing girl, and glowing boy,
Youth and Beauty linked together in the dim, sweet past!
Now a frond goes down the current,
Now a flower the eddies turn,
But the lovers never sigh
As they watch them drifting by,
Nor bethink them of the moments that are like to flower and fern.
Yet a hungry sea is calling,
Though a distant sea it be;
And the lovers' golden hours
Are as drifting ferns and flowers,
And a river, not their river, takes them onward to the sea.
Oh, the splendour, and the raptures,
And the hours of rose and rhyme!
Oh, the passion-thirst that sips
At the fount of rosy lips!
Oh, the slowly-moving waters of the river like to Time!
As the fading of the wattle
Or the lily on its stalk,
Or the dewdrop from the grass,
So the glory goes, alas,
From the sweet dreams dreamt on the old Lovers' Walk.
poem by Roderic Quinn
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Story of a Kiss
This is the story of a kiss
Sometimes heated with passion
Leaving lovers hot and wanting more
At times gentle and sweet
Full of feeling and unspoken words
Playful kisses between friend
Romantic kisses for lovers
Loving kisses from mothers
Awkward kisses too
A kiss in spring, when new love blooms
Summer time kisses, a time for play
Autumn kisses, as the leaves fall around us
Heated kisses in winter, among a snowflake blizzard
Cloudy day kiss, as the rain comes pouring down
Forbidden kiss, dark and full of passion
Vampire kiss, biting and sensational
Give me a secret kiss, just one between you and me
Kiss me at midnight on New Year's Eve
And under the mistletoe at Christmas
Under a starry sky, with no one watching but the moon
A slip of the tongue would do no harm
For a different kind of kiss
So many types of kisses that I wish to try
And I wish to try them all with you
Just please, don't kiss and tell
poem by DiAnne Douglass
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