Nightmares
When the roots are covered in false color,
A naturalness of an essence goes forever.
And a youtfulness that's claimed,
Only changes in one's brain.
When a smothering weave is done,
Cells in one's skull can not breathe.
They become squeezed.
And common sense diminishes,
With split ends finding no relief.
When lips and fingertips and toes,
With eyelashes extended beyond one's nose...
Are falsely expressing a heart enclosed.
Is the opposite sex attracted to what is expressed?
Is it the unnaturalness one gets,
Professed in confessions held that one expects?
It's nice to know what is held close is for real.
And when lips meet there's no slipping away.
And when a swift breeze comes,
Does one want to chase a weave?
When someone says they have nightmares,
Are they really deep in sleep?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Weave In, Weave In, My Hardy Life
WEAVE in! weave in, my hardy life!
Weave yet a soldier strong and full, for great campaigns to come;
Weave in red blood! weave sinews in, like ropes! the senses, sight
weave in!
Weave lasting sure! weave day and night the weft, the warp, incessant
weave! tire not!
(We know not what the use, O life! nor know the aim, the end--nor
really aught we know;
But know the work, the need goes on, and shall go on--the death-
envelop'd march of peace as well as war goes on;)
For great campaigns of peace the same, the wiry threads to weave;
We know not why or what, yet weave, forever weave.
poem by Walt Whitman
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The Fisher Child's Lullaby
THE wind is out in its rage to-night,
And your father is far at sea.
The rime on the window is hard and white
But dear, you are near to me.
Heave ho, weave low,
Waves of the briny deep;
Seethe low and breathe low,
But sleep you, my little one, sleep, sleep.
The little boat rocks in the cove no more,
But the flying sea-gulls wail;
I peer through the darkness that wraps the shore,
For sight of a home set sail.
Heave ho, weave low,
Waves of the briny deep;
Seethe low and breathe low,
But sleep you, my little one, sleep, sleep.
Ay, lad of mine, thy father may die
In the gale that rides the sea,
But we'll not believe it, not you and I,
Who mind us of Galilee.
Heave ho, weave low,
Waves of the briny deep;
Seethe low and breathe low,
But sleep you, my little one, sleep, sleep.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Sensual
Fingertips
That brush my lips
That graze across
My closed eyelids
And tingle-dance
down my spine
In tactile touch
So damned divine
Fingertips
That brush my lips
Caress also
My mind
Like feathers touch
Breath held…too much!
So fiercely soft…like fingertips
dipped gently in white wine
poem by David Whalen
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A Headache
the mind is so huge
the thoughts widely embracing
the skull is embarrassing
the eyes inhospitable
ideas close and open
enclosed and
the brain begins to ache
so much for all these
and yet
least compensating
the day ends without
fruits on its hands
the night talks of dreams
no longer
receptive the eyelashes
restive upon
a line of the slit
nothing much
but silly talk
flak, plaque and
bubble
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Am in Need of Music
I am in need of music that would flow
Over my fretful, feeling fingertips,
Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,
With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow.
Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low,
Of some song sung to rest the tired dead,
A song to fall like water on my head,
And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow!
There is a magic made by melody:
A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool
Heart, that sinks through fading colors deep
To the subaqueous stillness of the sea,
And floats forever in a moon-green pool,
Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep.
poem by Elizabeth Bishop
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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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Indian Weavers
WEAVERS, weaving at break of day,
Why do you weave a garment so gay? . . .
Blue as the wing of a halcyon wild,
We weave the robes of a new-born child.
Weavers, weaving at fall of night,
Why do you weave a garment so bright? . . .
Like the plumes of a peacock, purple and green,
We weave the marriage-veils of a queen.
Weavers, weaving solemn and still,
What do you weave in the moonlight chill? . . .
White as a feather and white as a cloud,
We weave a dead man's funeral shroud.
poem by Sarojini Naidu
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My Castle In The Sand
I held on tightly to my child
Tightly i held on
The waves were crashing overhead
But still i did hold on.
The waters drove us up the street
Past where friends and i would meet
Dashing down their houses
And leaving not much there
But i held yes i held on
And on my lips there was a prayer
That these torrents would not make me weak
That somehow i would find
Some calm some peace some easiness
And the earthquake left behind
I held on god i held on
To that tender little hand
She was now my sole ambition
And my castle in the sand.
I caught my breath
A hundred times
A hundred times or more
All that i was grasping was
Her clothes and nothing more.
poem by David Keig
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Fresh Blood
Now confessions have been professed.
After heartbreaks have occurred,
And many needless deaths...
Have been left to upset!
Now...
Confessions have been professed,
But why not before?
Before a book has been written?
And before the media is contacted?
To get one publicity and press...
Before a book release,
With a promise of lucrative sells to impress.
Fresh blood is on the table!
Fresh blood is there!
But not to clear a consciousness.
Of 'that' you can bet.
One of morals and consciousness,
Had never expressed that at all,
To be intially something they had...
To have others believe and made aware!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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
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Hold On
I was doomed riding on top a black horse.
Whatever prize there was I could only observe where the troubles starts.
Where does it end?
I cannot be cured...mmm...but if...
I know life would be different if I held on, held on.
I know I could be something if I held on.
Gave her life away. Put it in my pocket when it should've been framed.
Oh lost it's shine. Gotta' get this out of my head, out of my head.
How could it end...end like this?
I could've been...
I know life would be different had I held on, held on.
I know I could've been something had I held on, held on.
I know I could be something if I held on, held on.
I know life would be different if I held on, held on.
Held on, held on, if I held on, held on, if I held on, held on, if I held on.
song performed by by Pearl Jam
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A Memory Of Moon & Water
I can still touch
with the fingertip of memory
your Venetian laughter
losing itself in the mist
of Myth & History
here where
Past & Present
are one
& my lips kiss your lips
& your heart under my hand
trembles
like a tiny frightened bird
that would fly away into
a Future
that neither of us know
as yet
only the beauty
of the moment
the simple thrill
of your hand
held in mine
held still
in a forever of time
the trace of your
Venetian laughter
a memory of moon
& water.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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Be Glad Your Nose is on Your Face
Be glad your nose is on your face,
not pasted on some other place,
for if it were where it is not,
you might dislike your nose a lot.
Imagine if your precious nose
were sandwiched in between your toes,
that clearly would not be a treat,
for you'd be forced to smell your feet.
Your nose would be a source of dread
were it attached atop your head,
it soon would drive you to despair,
forever tickled by your hair.
Within your ear, your nose would be
an absolute catastrophe,
for when you were obliged to sneeze,
your brain would rattle from the breeze.
Your nose, instead, through thick and thin,
remains between your eyes and chin,
not pasted on some other place--
be glad your nose is on your face!
poem by Jack Prelutsky
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Sweet Dreams
Sweet Dreams
Date: August 11,2012
Do not suffer as I sleep
When ‘cross my lips, a stillness creeps
As I will pass this way again
I have not died, I'm here my friend
Whispers of a passing breeze
Will bring to life sweet memories
And butterflies that softly land
Will be as I, to kiss your hand
Sweet as berries from the vine
You'll recall these lips of mine
I have not gone away in death
I did not breathe my final breath
Deep in your heart I shall remain
A joyful spark, an endless flame
So do not grieve when I have gone
I would not leave your heart alone
Spare the tears and sad goodbyes
As, I'll be here, when you close your eyes
************************************* ********
Copyright © 2012 Leria Hawkins, All Rights Reserved
poem by Leria Hawkins
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It Is What I Don't See I Seek
You say you have been waiting for me,
To express to you genuine love?
Would that be before or after...
You remove,
That weave?
Those eye contacts.
Fake nails!
And false French accent.
'Gee...
What are you using a microscope?
To notice me that close.'
It is what I don't see I seek!
And, somehow...
That makes it easier for me to recognize,
What I desire least.
'I 'know' you ain't talking 'bout me.
'Cause I 'know' I am as fine as Beyond Say,
Halle Berry and Alex Rodriquez! '
Yeah,
Well...
You do have a way of expressing a little bit of each!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love In The Rearview Mirror of The Car
Sitting in the back seat, I could
See his eyes glancing from
Right to left, as we drove along-
Side the grassy hills and plains.
His dancing eyes held me
So close that, I felt like a
Trembling heart of a captive
Bird held under his command.
I thought I saw the moon rise
In his eyes and his pupils
Light up the dark highway
And endless heavens
I peered into his tender heart, saw
the essence of the purest love
permeating the space beyond
Times your eyes lay on mine,
Feeling your lips on mine and
Your heart beatingg on mine
At last! I know our is love heavenly.
Almedia S. Knight
poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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Darling, Kiss Me
Darling, kiss me brief
Dance upon my lips
My heart aches for gratifying relief
Let our mouths be momentarily zipped
I can easily linger in your kiss
Day and night with pleasure
It is the bringer of my peace
A fundamental loving cure
I imagine tongues entwined in your kiss
As your lips gently caress my lips
Lightly, I undergo a sense of romantic bliss
While our tongues indulge in loving friendship
My heart is yours
Delightfully pure
Each day I want you more and more
Your delicious kisses I want wild and raw
Let us start by kissing passionately
Regardless of the occasion
Our destiny will be sealed fatefully
You keep calling for my inner celebration
Darling, kiss me strong
Let my hunger grow so deep
Darling, kiss me long
Each night before I go to sleep
Dance upon my lips
On this seraphic trip
(2007)
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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They Held Me Down
It was Sat night at the slammer the gavel was falling like a hammer
As they dragged in every freak from off the road
One by one they entered the cell and the stories that they had to tell
Were all different but all seemed to end on the very same note
They held me down and put it on my nose they even sprinkled a little bit on my clothes
Yeah I know what you're thinkin' but I ain't one of those
No they held me down and put it in my nose
This wino in the corner got up and shook himself out
He said wWell they held me down and poured it down my throat
That's what they did
They even planted the bottle in my coat anybody want some
Yeah… the reason why my pants so wet yes they pushed me off the boat
After they held me down and poured it down my throat
And this chick in the next cell she said I heard you guys talking
And let me tell you something he held me down and he put it you know where
Ohhhh… I told him I was a virgin but he didn't care noooo the pig
Ahhhh you see his wallet's in my purse what's it doing there
He held me down and put it you know where
And then this cat got up well he half got up
He lifted his head and ae said hey man hey held me down and they put it in my vein
They even held a pistol to my brain or I wouldn'ta done it
Ohhh.. these scars on my arms are where I crashed through the window pane
Tryin' to get awaaaaaaaaay when they held me down and put it in my vein
And then this cat.. a rollie-eyed cat in a raincoat and shoes
And the bottom of his pants were cut off at the knees he said
She held me down and put it in my face
Oh the disgrace
And that's the fact on which I'm gonna base my case
She was overweight and underage and we was at my place
But she held me down and put it in my face
They held me down and made me write this song
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Unaccompanied
The safe brilliance of my tender mornings
A hundred limpid dreams exchanged
Secrets I weave into my eternal dance
I hold them close, my essence awake
Every breath I breathe turns me around
Into myself, Edens at my doorstep
A thousand shards of my brittle wisdom
Scatter around, smiling from centuries
My evenings turn sienna, on a distant shore
Barefoot in the breeze from a solo life
My thoughts skip around every soul in flight
Catching million sighs like fireflies at nights…
poem by Bindu Vijayan
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Cant Carry On
Why do I kid myself
Why do I scream for pleasure
Its four in the morning should know better
But she can weave a spell
Want it to last forever
Making me feel like somebody special
Cant carry on this way (just go to sleep)
Before it gets too late (just go to sleep)
Doing damage to my brain
Well here we go again
Though I look everywhere
I never seem to find it
Always a shadow around a corner
Drown it in alcohol
Stuck in the elevator
Hard to remember in the morning
Cant carry on this way (just go to sleep)
Before it gets too late (just go to sleep)
Doing damage to my brain
Well here we go again
Tell you about myself
If youre in the mood to listen
Baby you dont know who youre kissing
This is a lonely world
You are a strange companion
When you get what you wanted
You want to leave
Honestly I want to free myself
From the burden of inaction
Honestly I want to raise myself
To any plane I can imagine
Cant carry on this way (just go to sleep)
Before it gets too late (just go to sleep)
Doing damage to my brain
Well here we go again
song performed by by Crowded House
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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