Spooning
You are the best wine I ever taste
the heady intoxication which envelopes me;
the candy mint on the bedroom pillow
the bubbles in my champagne
a soft giggle at midnight
the living photograph at my side
the sachet in the sheet drawer
the scent of jasmine at evening tide
where my senses reeling
you read my open book
eyes which fix me
music all around
there is only the sound
of our breathing
in gauzy dream-time
where souls merge
from the peace of it
planting a soft soul kiss
as your arms extend
Angel Light
reminding me
no matter how tough the times get
no matter how rough the day
the air we two breath at night
is rarified, healing
sweeping away
all that
with just one of your sly smiles
as I emerge
toothpaste mouth
which you dab and brush aside
Saying “Now come to bed.”
Deep sighs
and dreamy eyes
envelope us
as we leave
this planet;
another night.
cocooning and spooning
our way to the stars.
If you don't exist
how can I dream you better.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Dreamy Eyes
Im reaching out to touch you
In the middle of the night.
And I dont know if Ive been sleeping
But I hold my pillow tight.
Are you real or are you
My imagination playing games?
I cant set you free
Youll always be my eternal flame.
Your dreamy eyes...
They just wont say goodbye.
Well, it must be my fate
cause I just cant escape.
And the passion never dies
Oh, dreamy eyes
No matter how I cry
I just cant reach you, dreamy eyes.
Your dreamy eyes...
They just wont say goodbye.
Well, it must be my fate
cause I just cant escape.
And the passion never dies
Oh, dreamy eyes
No matter how I try
I just cant reach you, dreamy eyes.
Youre a vision of tomorrow
And a ghost from yesterday
And Ill be trying not to let you
Take my breath away
Youre a summer breeze that comes and goes
But somehow lingers on
Tell me how can I forget you
If youre never really gone
What do I have to do
To get that close to you
And your- your dreamy eyes
Oh, I try so hard to release you
I just keep seeing your dreamy eyes.
Your dreamy eyes...
They just wont say goodbye.
Well, it must be my fate
cause I just cant escape.
And the passion never dies
Oh, dreamy eyes
No matter how I try
I just cant reach you, dreamy eyes.
song performed by by Christina Aguilera
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Oh! How I Dream,
Oh! How I dream,
You would say my name
In that voice, so soft, of yours.
Oh! How I dream,
We could be forever
In each other's arms.
Oh! How I dream,
Of the happiness
Two souls have together.
Oh! How I dream,
We're on the clouds
Sharing our first kiss.
Oh! How I dream,
That fire in your eyes
Ignites one in mine.
Oh! How I dream,
Of our wedding day
Becoming one in two bodies,
One in two souls.
Oh! How I dream,
That glorious wedding night,
When for the first time
We'll share everything we have.
Oh! How I dream,
Of fifty years down the road,
And our love all the same.
Oh! How I dream,
I can't wait for all this.
I can't wait for our first kiss,
I can't wait until our wedding day,
I can't wait until our wedding night.
Oh! How I dream,
What the heck is this?
This is nothing more than pure fantasy
Created for my pleasure.
Oh! How I dream,
This will never happen,
I want love, I want it,
But love doesn't want me.
Oh! How I dream,
Eventually love will find me,
And he will ask me for his hand.
We'll share it all together,
All our broken pieces.
And it won't all be perfect,
But it will be love.
poem by Hannah Diane Williams
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Eyes Of An Angel
She once looked into an angel's eyes.
No matter how hard that angel tries,
The angel can't disguse,
The compassion in the angel's eyes.
The angel denies,
The angel doesn't see the tears she cries,
Every time the angel comes near, a peice of hear heart dies,
All because of the angel's eyes.
She hates the angel, but the angel's eyes,
Make up for all the lies,
And at night the angel flies,
Watches her dream about the angel's eyes.
She stops and sighs,
Stops crying when she really tries,
Thinks about pain and its enormous size,
Then, yet again, cries.
The tears she cries,
The heart that dies,
When she sighs,
Will they ever be noticed by the angel's eyes?
poem by Jackie Crow
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Rememberless
She fixed me with those large Devotion Eyes
my psyche paralyzed by those liquid lights
which reside there twinkle-flashing into me.
They read deep
until I have to reach to see
where inside those eyes have touched me
again.
She moved toward me
never looking away;
I'm hypnotized and she knows
I'll not be able to move or breath
until she reaches inside my personal space
inches away
from her juicy mouth
apple-red
and satiny.
My insides plead
for them to kiss me
but she
does not-
she bites my lip instead-
her breasts sailing into the harbor
that is my arms
abutting my wharf
anchoring;
her nipples spreading
into my slip;
ripples of her slow breathing
rustle from her cotton-candy mouth
dissolving mine;
my tongue now sugar sweet.
Her lips soften
slide gently into me
soft tongue to tongue
the two dancing.
I cannot move.
She inhales and all of my breath is gone.
I exhale across her collar bone
where my mouth dives to clef between;
rushing down to rounded-mound
and then to her sister one
and nipple taut
she breaths again
allowing it to blush-
becoming more erect inside my quivering mouth.
Each time
it is a kiss only;
only a kiss.
Each time
I remember
an instant late
before it all absorbs me again
each time consumed after first fixed
by those liquid eyes
and her candy mouth.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Every Time I Open My Eyes
Night or day
I dream of you
Dream of spending time with you too
Dream we decided to fall in love and that you'd always stay
Sometimes it makes me want to sleep all the time
What's the point of being awake
When during my dreams is when I'm happy
Because during my dreams you're here with me
I'll try to sleep for your sake
We've had the best times together these past three weeks
Even though I haven't seen you in awhile
Every night I go to sleep with a smile
But every morning, every time I wake up
I feel the depression, someone take this cup
Because every time I open my eyes I'm still alone
No matter how sweet the dream, it ends
No matter how much love my heart sends
The dreams they end and when I open my eyes I'm empty
When I open my eyes I'm still alone, I'm still me.... just me
I almost don't want to dream for fear of harsh reality
I know it's selfish of me
To want to dream all day and then not because it hurts my feelings
I wish I could just tape up my heart with sealings
And not let anyone is because all I dream of is true love
And all I can think when I wake up is: I'm completely alone
I'm unloved
I can't write poetry, and I can't rhyme
I have no skill, and I have no true love
EVERY SINGLE TIME MY EYES ARE OPEN!
I'm just alone even when I close my eyes to cry, the second they open tears
Come again, because I'm still alone...
It's gotten to the point where I can barely cry I've drowned in my emotion
I almost wish for death again, anything to end this loneliness
Why do I seek love so ardently when I have nothing left to give of me...
Maybe that's why when I open my eyes I may be a young boy
But I feel like
'An old man, filled with regrets, waiting to die alone.'
poem by David Knox
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Devotion Eyes
She fixed me with those large Devotion Eyes
my psyche paralyzed by those liquid lights
which twinkle-flash into me.
They read deep
until I have to reach to see
where inside those eyes have touched me
physically.
She moves toward me
never looking away;
I'm hypnotized and she knows
I'll not be able to move or breathe
until she reaches my inside personal space
inches away
from her juicy mouth,
apple-red
and satiny.
My insides plead
for them to kiss me
but she
does not-
she bites my lip instead-
her breasts sailing into the harbor
that is my arms
abutting my wharf
anchoring;
her nipples spreading
into my slip;
ripples of her slow breathing
rustle from her cotton-candy mouth
dissolving mine;
my tongue now sugar sweet.
Her lips soften,
slide gently into me,
soft tongue to tongue;
the two dancing.
I cannot move.
She inhales and all of my breath is gone.
I exhale across her collar bone
where my mouth dives to the clef between;
rushing down to rounded-mound
and then to her sister one
and nipple taut
she breaths again
and I make it blush-
becoming more erect inside my quivering mouth.
Each time
it is a kiss only;
only a kiss.
Each time
I remember
an instant too late
before it all absorbs me again;
each time consumed after first fixed
by those liquid eyes
and her candy mouth-
I stagger forth from it all
rememberless.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Song Of The Sandman
Music: Eithne N Bhraonin - Lyrics: Roma Ryan
Can you hear the night's deep song?
All the shadows say
Telling you when you're asleep,
Tears will fade away
Dream of morning's golden light
When you and I will leave the night ...
And when the moon is high and bright,
Stars will shine on you
Dream of morning's golden light
When you and I will leave the night ...
Make a wish and when you close your eyes
I will come to you
Dream of morning's golden light
When you and I will leave the night ...
Make a wish and when you close your eyes
I will come to you
song performed by by Enya
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I Dream Of Being With You
I dream of knowing your velvet kiss,
the soft warmth of your lips,
the delicious drink of carnal bliss
that pours from your fingertips.
I dream of a pirate ship in the harbor
with its prow and glistening stern.
I dream of moonlight in the arbor
with songs of quixotic nocturne.
I dream of pearl-drippings on the bed,
the fragrant breeze of night.
I dream of roses of cherry red
that rise in scarlet delight.
I dream of a pulsing palisade
with beads of tiny flowers.
I dream of meadows dressed in jade,
collapsing sighs and showers.
I dream of oceans, calm and sweet,
that streams of love plunge in.
I dream of passion's burning sheet
that's tossed as free as sin.
I dream of stars melting from the sky,
twinkling with crystalline delight.
I dream of things that cannot die.
I dream of you this night.
poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell
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Angel In My Eyes
I watch her layin in bed asleep
Thank my lucky stars
For every second she's here with me
I wanna hold her in my arms
She is my day, She is my night
She is the breath that gives me life
But sometimes we laugh and sometimes we cry
Sometimes we fight and we don't know why
But no matter what she believes in me
She's the closest thing to heaven I'll ever see
She'll always be an angel in my eyes
Sometimes I feel her by my side
Like she's watching over me
I get a chill running down my spine
And that's all the proof I need
But she fills my heart, She fills my soul
She is the half that makes me whole
Well sometimes we laugh and sometimes we cry
Sometimes we fight and we don't know why
But no matter what she believes in me
She's the closest thing to heaven I'll ever see
She'll always be an angel in my eyes
Well sometimes we laugh and sometimes we cry
Sometimes we fight and we don't know why
But no matter what she believes in me
She's the closest thing to heaven I'll ever see
She'll always be, she'll always be,
She'll always be an angel in my eyes
song performed by by John Michael Montgomery
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The Genesis of the Butterfly
The dawn is smiling on the dew that covers
The tearful roses; lo, the little lovers
That kiss the buds, and all the flutterings
In jasmine bloom, and privet, of white wings,
That go and come, and fly, and peep and hide,
With muffled music, murmured far and wide.
Ah, the Spring time, when we think of all the lays
That dreamy lovers send to dreamy mays,
Of the fond hearts within a billet bound,
Of all the soft silk paper that pens wound,
The messages of love that mortals write
Filled with intoxication of delight,
Written in April and before the May time
Shredded and flown, playthings for the wind's playtime,
We dream that all white butterflies above,
Who seek through clouds or waters souls to love,
And leave their lady mistress in despair,
To flit to flowers, as kinder and more fair,
Are but torn love-letters, that through the skies
Flutter, and float, and change to butterflies
poem by Victor Hugo
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The Minstrel’s Grave
Oh let it be where the waters are meeting,
In one crystal sheet, like the summer's sky bright!
Oh let it be where the sun, when retreating,
May throw the last glance of his vanishing light,
Lay me there! lay me there! and upon my lone pillow,
Let the emerald moss in soft starry wreaths swell;
Be my dirge the faint sob of the murmuring billow,
And the burthen it sings to me, nought but 'farewell!'
Oh let it be where soft slumber enticing,
The cypress and myrtle have mingled their shade;
Oh let it be where the moon at her rising,
May throw the first night-glance that silvers the glade.
Lay me there! lay me there! and upon the green willow
Hang the harp that has cheered the lone minstrel so well,
That the soft breath of heaven, as it sighs o'er my pillow,
From its strings, now forsaken, may sound one farewell.
poem by Frances Anne Kemble
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All I Have To Do Is Dream
Dream, dream dream dream, dream, dream dream dream
When I want you in my arms,
When I want you and all your charms
Whenever I want you, all I have to do, is
Dream, dream dream dream
When I feel blue in the night,
And I need you to hold me tight
Whenever I want you, all I have to do, is
Dream, dream dream dream
I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine,
Any time, night or day
Only trouble is, gee wiz,
Im dreamin my life away
I need you so that I could die,
I love you so, and that is why
Whenever I want you, all I have to do, is
Dream, dream dream dream, dream
I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine,
Any time, night or day
Only trouble is, gee wiz, i
m dreamin my life away
I need you so that I could die,
I love you so, and that is why
Whenever I want you, all I have to do, is
Dream, dream dream dream (repeats out)
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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Tribute to W.B.Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep
And nodding by the fireside. Take down this book
and slowly read and dream of the soft look.
Your eyes once had and of their shadows deep
William Butler Yeats 1865-1939
A tribute to W.B Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep
and conscious thoughts go in and out.
I am quite sure I have no doubt.
That memories will unbidden creep
And nodding by the fireside. Take down this book
a true record of all that’s been
Everything you’ve done and seen.
It is past time to take another look.
And slowly read and dream of the soft look
you used to see in your lovers eyes.
You are content because you realise.
There is contained within this book
Your eyes once had and of their shadow deep
Are still the same they have not changed.
Constant they have not been re-arranged
All of the memories you chose to keep.
31/08/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Dream
Dream, dream dream dream, dream, dream dream dream
When I want you in my arms, when I want you and all your charms
Whenever I want you, all I have to do, is
Dream, dream dream dream
When I feel blue in the night, and I need you to hold me tight
Whenever I want you, all I have to do, is
I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine, any time, night or day
Only trouble is, gee wiz, I'm dreamin' my life away
I need you so that I could die, I love you so, and that is why
Whenever I want you, all I have to do, is
Dream, dream dream dream, dream
I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine, any time, night or day
Only trouble is, gee wiz, I'm dreamin' my life away
I need you so that I could die, I love you so, and that is why
Whenever I want you, all I have to do, is
Dream, dream dream dream (repeats out)
song performed by by REM
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A Kissed Hand
There was no hint that he
would take my hand
and there plant a kiss.
There was no warning
that it would tingle first
and rush to my very center;
the brush of soft lips
I think
the unusualness,
the velvety breath
those eyes of his
looking up as he placed
his mouth there lingering
which too
caused another rush
rudding my cheeks
to crimson hue.
No one kisses hands these days
but he did;
and I so suprized I almost curtised
but flummoxed instead I
placed my hand
on his adoring cheek
planting there
my own kiss;
a gesture proffered
but meantime he
took my hand
and placed it upon his other cheek-
a startling match between hand and kiss
was all it took
for romance to begin-
no matter how far any romance might go-
because in love
much is to be said for perfect beginnings
and small gestures.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Dream Weaver
Dream weaver
Ive just closed my eyes again
Climbed aboard the dream weaver train
Driver take away my worries of today
And leave tomorrow behind
Ooh dream weaver
I believe you can get me through the night
Ooh dream weaver
I believe we can reach the morning light
Fly me high through the starry skies
Maybe to an astral plane
Cross the highways of fantasy
Help me to forget todays pain
Ooh dream weaver
I believe you can get me through the night
Ooh dream weaver
I believe we can reach the morning light
Though the dawn may be coming soon
There still may be some time
Fly me away to the bright side of the moon
And meet me on the other side
Ooh dream weaver
I believe you can get me through the night
Ooh dream weaver
I believe we can reach the morning light
Dream weaver
Dream weaver
Dream weaver
- gary wright
song performed by by Reo Speedwagon
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A Pillow Keep
I laid down my eyes
having no need of them;
your sight
lives within.
I lay down my hands
for having held you
will forever suffice.
I need less air and oxygen
for your inhalation
that night
will my soul keep.
I have laid down
words and verbs,
gerunds
and verbal quests-
language fails
in our cathedral.
My lips
retreat having
received your
single kiss;
hyperbole
blushes
not tribute enough,
and all sits
best
inside my dream.
Because while
you and I have not met
we both know
no kiss is sweeter than
Kisses
of the Dream.
No hand warmer
than Loves' Hand
born in long longing long.
So you and I
linger here
in the day-time
and night-time
conjuring's-
we both
here last forever
at our singular best
sugar sweet inside our dreams.
Good night my Prince
whisper inside my pillow keep
for yet another night
of golden, gauzy dreams.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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May I Have This Dance
Words that mean a lot to all gals
of all ages, are touched
honored, rejected or ignored
some cherish them
sometimes a magical start
a few lust or horror stories
these few words can make a night endless
when the slow song starts to play
guys eyes start to glare
a search for that special one
the nervous rattled, the mind battles
where's that special angel
across the room, down the hall
she is there in the waiting
find her and make the stroll
she may have been waiting for your move
there all alone the angel and the smile
the twinkle in her eyes
the racing of your heartbeat
that special song, could be your song
extend your arm and politely ask
May I have this dance with you
it will open a lot of doors
no matter if she accepts or denies
your courage has a merged
as she accepts, with her hand extend
bow to her as she was a princess and you a knight
a nice thank you and the dance begins
and may your dream come alive
may this dance be the first and the one to last
the angel for you to hold and to love
may the song and dance never end
her hand in yours and your arm around her waist
may you waltz to a new dawn
as the magic of romance soars
the beauty of seeing you both smiling
a soft whisper and a gentle kiss
the world is spinning
the fireworks exploding
how we all wish for this dance
once in our lives
May I have this dance, My Lady
poem by Michael Peterson
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The dream boy
The dream boy shall be nice,
the dream boy shall be sweet,
the dream boy shall be cute,
the dream boy must be funny.
Of course he must be tough,
of course he must be cute,
of course he must be smart,
and most definitly handsome.
The dream boy should pass me notes,
the dream boy should be clean,
the dream boy should be cool.
The dream boy can't be mean.
The dream boy can't be conceited.
The dream boy cannot lie.
The dream boy shall not gossip.
The dream boy shall not brag.
The dream boy shall not stalk.
The dream boy will be made.
But does such a dream boy exist?
poem by Jasmine Aira
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Dream On
(being, in love)
Been travelling this road for so long
My eyes are tired but I carry on
The sun lays down its golden threads
I need a place to rest my head
Although I am far from home now
My souls with you
Its hard to be out here on my own
So far away, so far from home
I need to touch and feel your skin
To live this dream in sleep again
Although I am far from home now
My souls with you
So dream on, dream on
Freedom comes with timeless sleep
Dream on, dream on
In the arms of night
Your silent shadow gently speaks
Dream on, dream on
This hotel rooms a lonely place
Its a one night cell I must escape
So I drink away my loneliness
So I can sleep and dream again
Although I am far from home now
My souls with you
And as I fall into
The darkness of the night
You come to rescue me to
Shield me in your light
I feel your touch
The softness of your skin
You hold me close before
The day breaks in
This dreams so true
My heart it beats, it beats
It beats for you, for you
Although I am far from home now
My souls with you
So dream on, dream on
Freedom comes with timeless sleep
Dream on, dream on
In the arms of night
Your silent shadow gently speaks
So dream on, dream on
Dream on, dream on
So dream on, dream on
Dream on
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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