I Can See
I can see far galaxies,
count in each
the nebulae;
My finger swirls sunset colors
and paste them in my scrap-book portfolio,
bend these around Time itself,
high polish them to diamond glow;
sprinkle on dust from butter-fly wings,
warm this with angel breath
and fly
to the highest sky;
where I pluck the leafy blade
and make of it my feather brush;
and re-paint Van Gogh's landscapes.
I mix in Velvet Innocence
starry nights,
honey-colored moon-light;
kaleidoscopic butter skies,
and sweet clouds,
pillow white.
I raise this to your rosy lips
senses running wild;
I hear
you say
'I love you'
We walk in Loves Filmy Gauze
holding hands.
I see
The Infinities
bow low
in awe
as we pass
acknowledging
Love's Face
lies equally
in hands held
and galaxies vast.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Butter Fly Wings
Butter Fly wings
float near my face
and this softest breeze
reminds me of the way
your lips brush mine,
not touching
but close-by
fluttering;
.
gentle usherings
planting butter-fly kisses
on your red mouth
pursed
in the filtered sun.
Butter me,
Butter Fly me
and I will land
where softer souls gather
in butterfly-kissed
kaleidoscopic fields
close to home
where gentle hands
stroke my brow
whilst I inhale
eternity
kissing the face
of Love True.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Bread & Butter
I love bread and butter
and jam upon hot toast
and flowers in the summer
but I love you most.
I love the red spring tulips
and cold strawberry mousse
and I love chocolate pudding
but I love you most.
I love bread and butter
and honey for to spread
though honey is but nothing
to your warm caress.
I love bread and butter
but egg with chips will do
although they only half compare
to my love for you.
I dare not feign indifference
I love a red, red rose.
Their scent is ever fragrant
but I love you most.
You know I love my mother
and sumptuous Sunday roast,
I love her home made puddings
but I love you most.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Problem Child
I am a problem child
Ive been wild all my days
All my anger and my rage
My senses said it would lead me astray
I said go go go
Raise your hands
Raise your hands high
Dont take a seat
Dont stand aside this time
Dont assume anything
But go go go
Five generations running fast
These things will not pass
This debtors blood runs in my veins
I cant change anything
I said no no no
Raise your hands
Raise your hands high
Dont take a seat
Dont stand aside this time
Dont assume anything
But go go go
So youve learned to cry
But you dont know why
So youve learned to laugh
What are we laughing at
So I am a problem child
Ive been wild all my days
All my anger and my rage
My senses said it would lead me astray
And I said go go go
Go go
Raise your hands
Raise your hands high
Dont take a seat
Dont stand aside this time
Dont assume anything this time
Dont assume anything
I said go go go
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Butter
Pull me from the toaster
Straight into the roaster
Fill my head with the stuff
Brightest dreams are made of
Bringing me down again
Bringing me down again
Bringing me down again
Bringing me down again
Duh
Promising the big guns
Reward when the light comes
Screaming from the damage done
Screaming from the damage done
Bringing me down again
Bringing me down again
Bringing me down again
Bringing me down again
Duh
Butter me up, butter me up
Butter me up, butter me up
Butter me up, butter me up
Butter me up, butter me up
Butter me up like I know you will
Cover it up like I know you will
Better yourself like I know you will
Breaking the trust like you always will
Be good for it, you never will
Be good for it, you never will
Be good for it, you never will
Be good for it, you never will
Butter me up, butter me up
Butter me up, butter me up
Butter me up, butter me up
Butter me up, butter me up
Duh
So you think you got the best
Thought I was like all the rest
Reaping from the damage done
Reaping from the damage done
Bringing me down again
Bringing me down again
Bringing me down again
Bringing me down again
Duh
song performed by by Ultraspank
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Suffocation
Last night I had the weirdest dream
I dreamt that I was lying in bed
With this girl whose hair was
As black as the night and as
Thick as a forest,
And her hair, her hair was
Smothering me
Or at least, I thought it was
Her hair,
Until I noticed it was her hands
Running over my face,
My lips
My eyes
My cheeks.
As hot as the desert
And smooth as silk
But pressing down
Pressing me into my pillow
Until I could see nothing
But the pink of her skin
And I thought,
Im gunna die
Those hands are gunna
Kill me
Until I realized really,
It wasn’t hands,
But lips,
Sucking the air from mine
Engulfing my last breath
And drawing it into her being
And I thought, well,
At least lips are
A nice way to go
Until finally I came
To my goddamn senses
And I realized,
I realized it wasn’t her lips
But the words coming
From those sweet lips
That was suffocating me
And it was “I love you”
I was choking on
Not her hair, hands or lips
At all.
poem by Nick Downer
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Broken wings fly again.....
seems letting it go, and digest
sweet honey flesh of tongue of every
lips that bites the bitter lies
poison every eye and make for a
better last, for the arms
and nails never grow, as the season
stop to know
wait tell it glow, the pavement always
wonder where to slow, the ending
wait the point for a little show
oh! mockery of every stage, wait me
no more, than a vigor of wings to
fly, the turmoil of wind comes
forever more
wings flew, broken it may seems, yet!
hold the feather push to a
distance place to go, hide and strike
as it fly in the sky
sore high, the limitless sky, own no one,
for only who dream to fly
can reach the highest wind, beyond
the wings
behind the sweating breath, hold on and
up, until you touch the sky.......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Like A Lover
Like a lover, the morning sun slowly rises and kisses you awake
Your smile is soft and drowsy as you let it play upon your face
Oh how I dream I might be like the morning sun to you
Like a lover the river wind,
Sighs and ripples it's fingers through your hair
Upon your cheek it lingers, never have I known a sweeter place
Oh how I dream I might be like the river wind to you
Oh how I envy a cup that knows your lips
Let it be me, my love
And a table that feels your fingertips
Let it be me, let me be your love
Bring an end to the endless days and nights without you
Like a lover the velvet moon shares your pillow and watches while you sleep
It's light arrives on tiptoe gently taking you in it's embrace
Oh how I dream I might be like the velvet moon to you
Como um radio de sol (Like the sunshine)
A brincar com seui rosto (Playing upon your face)
Oh how I envy a cup that knows your lips let it be me
My love and a table that feels your fingertips
Let it be me, let me be your love
Bring an end to the endless days and nights without you
Like a lover the velvet moon shares you pillow and watches while you sleep
It's light arrives on tiptoe gently taking you in it's embrace
Oh how I dream I might be like the velvet moon to you
I might be like the velvet moon to you
Como um radio de sol (Like the sunshine)
I might be like the velvet moon to you
A brincar com seui rosto (Playing upon your face)
I might be like the velvet moon to you
Como um radio de sol (Like the sunshine)
I might be like the velvet moon wanna be like the velvet moon
I might be like the velvet moon to you
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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Van Gogh Nights
The colors of our nights
flow in different hues
blood reds on the satin sheets
deep dark blues of gentle breathing
candle light soothing;
the smells of body scents
and perfume;
August's most heated nights
the sweep of enfolding arms
the over head fan twirls
over gentle writhings
healing tremblings
as we two
spin away into
Perfection's Consumated Dream
where breathless love mates
with sensual overwhelmng
sighs seductive breathings
making it oh so clear
why
we humans were placed here
to make love and children
in the colors of our night
hot pinks
ravishing reds
and deep blues.
I look into your eyes
reflecting back to me
the nights perfection
come real
and if never again
to be seen
this time alone would be enough
to paint Van Gogh
colors and stars
on our bed room ceiling
forever
on this
Starry Starry Night
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Van Gogh Ceilings
The colors of our nights
flow in different hues
blood reds on the satin sheets
deep dark blues of gentle breathing
candle light soothing;
the smells of body scents
and perfume;
August's most heated nights
the sweep of enfolding arms
the over head fan twirls
over gentle writhings
healing tremblings
as we two
spin away into
Perfection's Consumated Dream
where breathless love mates
with sensual overwhelmng
sighs seductive breathings
making it oh so clear
why
we humans were placed here
to make love and children
in the colors of our night
hot pinks
ravishing reds
and deep blues.
I look into your eyes
reflecting back to me
the nights perfection
come real
and if never again
to be seen
this time alone would be enough
to paint Van Gogh
colors and stars
on our bed room ceiling
forever
on this
Starry Starry Night
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Sown Into Earth Adoration Love
there is no wilderness
when hearts return
home to primeval welcome
of landscapes echoing
with creation echoes
accept sun's rising
dawn accept sun's morning
light dew drops sparkling
accept stirs of all creatures
singing harmony of species
life purposes held weighted
in balance high noon behold
breeze wondering afternoon
mystical wanderings stretching
into sunset yellow red ribbons
spanning warm horizon
embraced light behold
night spun with myriads
of stars singing
cosmic galaxies
birth growth expansion
harmonies behold
smooth moon kissing
love song creation
sown
into earth
adoration love
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Auld Wife
PART I
The auld wife sat at her ivied door,
(Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese)
A thing she had frequently done before;
And her spectacles lay on her apron’d knees.
The piper he pip’d on the hill-top high,
(Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese)
Till the cow said, “I die,” and the goose asked “Why?”
And the dog said nothing, but search’d for fleas.
The farmer he strode through the square farmyard;
(Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese)
His last brew of ale was a trifle hard,
The connection of which with the plot one sees.
The farmer’s daughter hath frank blue eyes;
(Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese)
She hears the rooks caw in the windy skies,
As she sits at her lattice and shells her peas.
The farmer’s daughter hath ripe red lips;
(Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese)
If you try to approach her away she skips
Over tables and chairs with apparent ease.
The farmer’s daughter hath soft brown hair;
(Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese)
And I met with a ballad, I can’t say where,
Which wholly consisted of lines like these.
PART II
She sat with her hands ’neath her dimpled cheeks,
(Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese)
And spake not a word. While a lady speaks
There is hope, but she did n’t even sneeze.
She sat with her hands ’neath her crimson cheeks;
(Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese)
She gave up mending her father’s breeks,
And let the cat roll in her best chemise.
She sat with her hands ’neath her burning cheeks,
(Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese)
And gaz’d at the piper for thirteen weeks;
Then she follow’d him out o’er the misty leas.
Her sheep follow’d her, as their tails did them,
(Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese)
And this song is consider’d a perfect gem;
And as to the meaning, it ’s what you please.
poem by Charles Stuart Calverley
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A Direct Plant
My dear queen as I sit here…
Reminiscing my love for you…
I've come to realize my love…
Like the speed of light…
Something moving fast in the universe…
As your love moves forth with in my heart…
To the black hole which bounds it…
Forever more…
You are for always within me…
Touching, moving keeping me alive…
No wonder…my love for you is so rare…
And that, I shall declare! …
Now and for…ever more…my wings…
Carry our love through galaxies and
Galaxies of untouched hearts…
And…our humungous love plants…
Seeds which mature and new loves…
Begin.
Our love starts a new…
In a brave new world as we…
Spread your essence from within…
To the outer to be touching______directly.
Whisperkwane@gmail .com
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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On The Wings Of Love
Its good to know
I love your love
Which share for way the wind blows
Our guiding light
That would shine on
Through the darkest night
When the world seems like its full of strangers
And I feel as if I lost my way
You lift me up on the wings of love
Taking me highest still with every touch
When ever im weak, honey
You take me there again
On the wings of love
Its all in me
When you hold me
And whisper tenderly
That im the one
You love forever
What else could I want
Even life where we are going changes
And when the dreams I had get swept away
You lift me up on the wings of love
Taking me highest still with every touch
When ever Im weak, honey
You take me there again
On the wings of love
(im flying high)
Its all I need when you hold me close
And you whisper tenderly
On the wings of love
Highest still with every touch
When ever im weak, honey
You take me there again
On the wings of love
You lift me up on the wings of love
Highest still with every touch
When ever Im weak, honey
You take me there again
On the wings of love
On the wings of love
song performed by by Westlife
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Colored Toys
When I bring to you colored toys, my child,
I understand why there is such a play of colors on clouds, on water,
and why flowers are painted in tints
---when I give colored toys to you, my child.
When I sing to make you dance
I truly now why there is music in leaves,
and why waves send their chorus of voices to the heart of the listening earth
---when I sing to make you dance.
When I bring sweet things to your greedy hands
I know why there is honey in the cup of the flowers
and why fruits are secretly filled with sweet juice
---when I bring sweet things to your greedy hands.
When I kiss your face to make you smile, my darling,
I surely understand what pleasure streams from the sky in morning light,
and what delight that is that is which the summer breeze brings to my body
---when I kiss you to make you smile.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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I Hope You Remember Me
My love for you
will last forever,
Your skin against mine,
as soft as a feather,
This love can last
threw any weather,
Your hands in mine,
Fingers tangled like twin,
Hands running threw hair,
Trying to make u aware,
Of how much I love you,
You and me together all night,
Holding you so very tight,
When I'm with you
Everything seems all right,
Your beauty shines
Like the brightest light,
You made my heart soar like a kite,
And fly like a bird,
My heart so high,
But when you said those Words my heart fell straight outta the sky,
Why did you have to lie,
Why did you have to make me
Sigh, cry, and want to die.
My heart hit the ground,
pieces flew all around.
You smashed it to dust,
And left me to rust.
As I laid there bleeding, watching her get smaller and smaller till no more,
I looked down at my shattered remains, I saw a piece of her heart, and a piece of mine missing,
So we could remember
the Times we spent kissing,
I yelled to her hoping she would hear,
As 1 more hot tear,
Rolled down my check
Good bye my angel,
and good bye forever.
poem by Jacob Gifford
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Angel Of Heavenly Love
ANGEL OF HEAVENLY LOVE
An angel one day came
Thought it was a golden frame
Eyes wonderfully bright
Hairs veil heavenly light
An angel one day came
Thought it was just a game
Heard a voice smooth and caring
Got captured when hearing
An angel one day came
Thought I was insane
Felt a warmness washing
And my senses dashing
An angel one day came
Thought am I to blame
Held out a silver dove
Said follow it to the cove
An Angel one day came
Thought it's not the same
Kissed me on my lips
Enwrapping my hips
An angel one day came
Thought it was a golden frame
It is my Angel of heavenly love
Holding my hands forever above
poem by Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel
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Butterflies
I would spin for you a blanket
Out of gold and silver threads
I would let my gentle bosom
Be a pillow for your head
Id caress your perfect body
On a rosy bed at night
Play you love songs on a golden harp
And sing you butterflies
In a diamond-studded chalice
On an emerald-plated tray
I would bring to you sweet nectar
And gifts of bright array
I would paint for you a castle
In a blue and yellow sky
Paint you happy ever after
And paint you butterflies
Chorus:
Butterflies, my heart flutters with the notion
I get high on the wings of sweet emotion
Darling i, I just think of you and I get butterflies
I get close to you and I get butterflies
If only I were magic
I would make the wishes true
I would wave a magic wand
And be in paradise with you
But Im just a girl that loves you
I will love you all my life
But I do have a magic feeling
And it gives me butterflies
Chorus:
Butterflies, my heart flutters with the notion
I get high on the wings of sweet emotion
Darling i, I just think of you and I get butterflies
We should fly away together, you and i
Off to paradise forever, I get high
I get close to you and I get butterflies
I think of you and I get butterflies
Fade:
I will spin for you a blanket out of gold and silver threads
If only I were magic, I would make the wishes true
I would wave a magic wand and be in paradise with you
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Candy Mints and Inducements
They took her to the Edge of Forever
and she looked into Love's Face.
They had her dine with The Verities;
she was feted with Wisdom Words
and Diamond Things,
which gathered Light unto them
outshining the Stars.
A carpet was laid down
for her to walk upon,
and yoga-style
she could fly
the Galaxies
if she wanted to;
listen to Moons' shine;
hear Saturn's Rings chime,
have a thousand summer nights
blow through her hair;
see twilight Moon Rises
in her eyes of blue.
She said no.
Many sweets and condiments
were offered her;
soft usherings,
lush inducements
candy mints
enticements and endearments;
she said 'No.'
she said
nothing compares to you.'
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The Book Of Love
In the book of love come of age
When you lose your love, you turn the page
Hey-ho the book of love,
Life is written in your own blood
Say forever and it all sounds fine
When youre holding hands,
With the hands of time
Hey-ho the book of love
Laugh at the dead but tomorrow you cry
Chorus:
My broken hearts from a to z
Dos and donts on bended knees
Change of lovers endlessly
And this book of love is writing me
Chapter 2 you walk away
But in chapter 3 a man made me stay
Hey-ho the book of love
Why dontcha look up
All the games you played
Chorus
Theyll be sweet love in a darkness
But the book of love
Is a story of your loneliness
Finger tipped it on a holy night
And a page is ripped for a name of life
Check the back cause the datell be due
When theyll throw the book of love at you
They are broken hearts from a to z
Dos and donts on bended knees
Disappointed right to be
Celebrate a celebrity
K-i-s-s-i-n-g
Ah stupid cupid set me free
Took a look and whatll I see
This book of love is writing me
This book of love is writing me
This book of love is writing me
This book of love is writing me
song performed by by Cher
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The Perpetual Wooing
The dull world clamors at my feet
And asks my hand and helping sweet;
And wonders when the time shall be
I'll leave off dreaming dreams of thee.
It blames me coining soul and time
And sending minted bits of rhyme--
A-wooing of thee still.
Shall I make answer? This it is:
I camp beneath thy galaxies
Of starry thoughts and shining deeds;
And, seeing new ones, I must needs
Arouse my speech to tell thee, dear,
Though thou art nearer, I am near--
A-wooing of thee still.
I feel thy heart-beat next mine own;
Its music hath a richer tone.
I rediscover in thine eyes
A balmier, dewier paradise.
I'm sure thou art a rarer girl--
And so I seek thee, finest pearl,
A-wooing of thee still.
With blood of roses on thy lips--
Canst doubt my trembling?--something slips
Between thy loveliness and me--
So commonplace, so fond of thee.
Ah, sweet, a kiss is waiting where
That last one stopped thy lover's prayer--
A-wooing of thee still.
When new light falls upon thy face
My gladdened soul discerns some trace
Of God, or angel, never seen
In other days of shade and sheen.
Ne'er may such rapture die, or less
Than joy like this my heart confess--
A-wooing of thee still.
Go thou, O soul of beauty, go
Fleet-footed toward the heavens aglow.
Mayhap, in following, thou shalt see
Me worthier of thy love and thee.
Thou wouldst not have me satisfied
Until thou lov'st me--none beside--
A-wooing of thee still.
This was a song of years ago--
Of spring! Now drifting flowers of snow
Bloom on the window-sills as white
As gray-beard looking through love's light
And holding blue-veined hands the while.
He finds her last--the sweetest smile--
A-wooing of her still.
poem by Eugene Field
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