Not My Last Farewell
...and to you my beloved
is not my last farewell
I will be coming back again
...and again
to hear you sing
to see you dance
to smell your fragrance
to touch your nose
and to taste the sweetness
and the bitterness
of loving you.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Missing Home
there are stars above
i used to love them
yet now they seem not bright
they are not the stars back home
i can feel the brezze
ye i cannot taste the sweetness
there are no ffelings
of tenderness
it is not the brezze
i used to smell
i see faces wearing
smiles almost every second
yet i am not delighted
they are not the smiles coming
from the lips of my beloved
i can hear voices coming
from the hills and vales
but they lack the melody
they are not the songs
of my hills and dales
of the place i used to roam
..oh i terribly miss
my home sweet home
poem by Villiamor Calventas
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Poet's Epitaph
i see the lights of a far distant shore.
i hear the moan of thundered skies.
i smell the perfume of rain not fallen.
i taste the lips of earth, and of trees.
i see the fire in cold artic winters.
i hear the words the wind desires.
i smell the scent of passion held back.
i taste the blood of coming death.
i see the dawn of the blackened cave.
i hear the weeping of mountains still.
i smell the coffin, and shovelled dirt.
i taste the spirit set free in flight!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Sweetness
You want sweetness,
You say I have an ability to ooze?
You want sweetness available,
Anytime you choose?
You want sweetness,
Without any bitterness to taste?
I'm sorry I am not a magician at all.
A reality for you...
I can not pretend or fake!
I can't ignore the pain you caused...
Or sugarcoat you drove me to heartbreak!
I smile because I am over you.
And this happiness shown...
Is to prove to you
We are done! It's over!
We are absolutely through!
You have a nerve to come back,
Expecting a sweetness due!
You are sickened with ego...
And that is 'all' you prove!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I hear the Lark.
I hear the lark, said Alice,
it sings in my ear like an
angel's voice, brings me
pleasure in my darkest
hour, plays in my mind
like an echoing dream.
I see the morning sun,
its beams dance at my
feet, swirl around like a
child at play, my eyes
rejoice at the sight I see,
dread the thought of
blindness in some new
day's gift, push away the
ideas as if they were flies,
push all away like one fulfilled.
I smell the lily's scent, its
aroma brings me out in a
rash of joy, its smell invades
my nose like a vanquishing
army, opens me up to the
pleasures of smell, makes
me want to sniff forever,
drink in until my head swims,
my sleep recalls the aroma's kiss.
I feel my lover's fingers along
my flesh, sense his skin smooth
along mine like a skater on ice,
like one sliding across a polished
floor, the fingers caressing like
a butterfly's touch, tickling to
laughter, fondling until my voice
says, ah, don't stop, fill me up,
squeeze all on until the final drop.
I breathe the wind's breath,
inhale the morning's freshness,
the air of angel's exhalation,
my lungs take in like a greedy
girl, sup in each particle as I
dance along, remembering now
the air of summer, the filling
of my lungs like a fish the water,
opening my lips in a happy song,
my voice singing across an open sea.
I taste my lover's tongue touch
mine, feel the tongue and mine
in dance, lick and lick until the
pleasures erupt, the places engorge
and swell, I taste the saltiness
of my lover's sex, the sweetness
of the heavenly hive, the tongue
swimming along my lover's thigh
and arm and on and on, my taste
buds explode into a rainbow of
colours, my tongue feeling like
a snail's flesh, moving and sensing
until my mind says, No more, no
more and I hear the waves of dark
depression surge in on my shore.
poem by Terry Collett
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My Lovely Rose
I have a rose in the garden,
Unfolding red lovely petals,
With thorns surrounding it,
Could not touch and smell its fragrance.
I left the garden,
I left my lovely rose,
Far away yet so near,
Could not touch and smell its fragrance.
Time have passed,
Have seen again my rose,
Beautiful and sweetly scented at its full blossom,
Could not touch and smell its fragrance.
My rose is not mine anymore,
Yet I let my rose feel
Thy undoubting care and heart rejoicing,
Could glimpse again my lovely rose.
poem by Dong Agosto
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Coming Home To Your Heart
I'm coming I'm coming home
To your heart
(Really don't know where I heard this)
I'm coming back with every step
To hear you play the drums of beauty
Oh you do it well
I'm coming close with every touch
To make some place for clouds to sway
To make some room for birds to sing
To hear you say it'll be ok
Just some more love for us to bring
I travel far I travel far
To find your smile in every smile
I'm coming back I'm coming back
Back to your beautiful heart
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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I Hear Music From The Wind
i hear music from the wind
it 's the arias of the diva air.
i hear the sad song from the conch
i keep it singing in my ear
i see the great love from the rays of the sun
spreading
embracing me this early morning
i taste the coffee-ness of coffee from the cup
i love the sweetness of sugar the creaminess of cream
i love the liveliness of life
i dance its dance and sings its songs and taste its taste
i face all things sitting down
in a lotus position
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Man sees, hears, touches, tastes and smells that which it is necessary for him to see, hear, touch, taste and smell in order to preserve his life. The decay or loss of any of these senses increases the risks with which his life is environed, and if it increases them less in the state of society in which we are actually living, the reason is that some see, hear, touch, taste and smell for others. A blind man, by himself and without a guide, could not live long. Society is an additional sense; it is the true common sense.
quote by Miguel de Unamuno
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Your Touch
In awe of your beauty
The allure in your eye
At the touch of your hand
My heart started to fly
Now in your embrace
And you in mine
If we stayed here forever
I'd be much more than fine
Your hair spun of gold
Your red velvet lips
Your adorable nose
Your splendor eclipsed
Yet nothing compares
To the sensation I feel
Less than inches apart
Your touch is surreal
The fragrance I smell
The feel of your skin
The taste of perfection
And the amazement within
So soft and so smooth
We stand there supine
The thrill of your face
Pressed against mine
I can't get enough of you
But I'd sure like to try
Each day and night forever
Together let's fly
poem by Brandon McConnell
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When You Dance
When you dance
I hear the music rocking everywhere
When you dance
I see the lights shining through your hair
When you dance
The band is blowing like a hurricane
When you dance
You look so fine but you dont know my name
Come near baby, dont be afraid
Just one taste wont do
I cant hold back one more day
Sugar I know I got to dance with you
When you dance
Your smile aint hiding what youre thinking of
When you dance
Your body trembles like youre making love
When you move, baby
My soul is aching and my blood runs hot
Run into me now
My heart is breaking, shaking what you got
Come near baby, dont be afraid
Just one taste wont do
I cant hold back one more day
Sugar I know I got to dance with you
Shake em down now
Come near baby, dont be afraid
Just one taste wont do
I cant hold back one more day
Sugar I know I got to dance with you
Oh yeah baby
When you dance
I hear the music rocking everywhere
When you dance, baby
This time you tumble, honey, I dont care
When you dance
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Five realms
a realm where
existence is mere eyes
year after year only sights
in sky of no man's land
a realm where
existence is only ears
year after year only sounds,
stone shrouded, loud and dark
a realm where
existence is only taste
year after year a sea
leaping into a crevice of tongues
sharp, bloodred and flipping like snake's
a realm where
existence is only touch
year after year of a roaring
wind passing through haunting plains
a realm where
existence is mere smell
year after year of fragrance
wafting, through a million
fibriletting nostrils of blooms
contented until
the realm of desire
strikes that results in all five
carvorting to each other
for a taste of a wider world
where each would merge
with the other to party on mother earth
with God, devils, angels
the only realm where
all other realms converge
till they are recalled home
to the five separate self contained
realms see, hear, taste, touch, and
smell in a world of enlightenment
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Hey There Beloved
Hey there beloved why are you walking away from me?
Hey there beloved don't you know all those gifts are from me?
Hey there beloved I carried you through your storms
Hey there beloved come back to me
Hey there beloved don't you know I'm waiting with open arms
Hey there beloved I wish you were not blind but could turn back and see
Hey there beloved don't you notice my art?
Hey there beloved my love for you is in every night sky
Hey there beloved look for my love in the sunset
Hey there beloved, the sun is for you
Hey there beloved the coolness of clouds is for your enjoyment
Hey there beloved I love you
Hey there beloved You can walk away
Hey there beloved it makes me cry when you chase other lovers, but
Hey there beloved I'll let you go because I want you to choose me
Hey there beloved I want you to learn to love me
Hey there beloved don't go to them
Hey there beloved they cannot fill you up
Hey there beloved, I'll never give up on you
Hey there beloved I'm full of tears
Hey there beloved I made you for so much more
Hey there beloved you don't have to dress like that
Hey there beloved they don't really love you
Hey there beloved you're more than just a body
Hey there beloved you don't have to try to be something you're not
Hey there beloved I still love you
Hey there beloved you don't have to earn my love
Hey there beloved those things won't satisfy you
Hey there beloved heed my voice that path will destroy you
Hey there beloved you're broken, but
Hey there beloved my heart breaks for you
Hey there beloved can't you see the brokenness?
Hey there beloved why do you ignore me
Hey there beloved.... I love you with all that I am
Hey there beloved, that's everything there is
Hey there beloved I love you with my entire being
Hey there beloved that's grander than the universe itself
Hey there beloved you've strayed so far away
Hey there beloved I'll always call you back
Hey there beloved I'll always be waiting
Hey there beloved I still love y-
Hey there beloved h--
Hey there be-----
Hey--------
H--------
______ ______________
poem by David Knox
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Farewell Joe
Gentle Joe, always smart,
Polite in manner and chat,
A fighter to the bitter end,
A family man and a friend.
You lived your life to the full,
Weathering the storm of time,
Basking in the lull of the storm,
Life was never boring or dull.
Dancing beguiled you with its allure,
Your steps graced many a dance floor,
Keeping you fit, youthful, alert,
You gave it up with much regret.
The Lord granted you plentiful years,
And now grants a new life of ease,
Under the shade of the tree of peace,
Beside the babbling brook of repose.
Time will soften the harshness of your absence,
Memory will recall the sweetness of your presence,
And the bitterness of this day will depart
For you will always live in our heart.
Farewell husband,
Farewell father,
Farewell friend,
Farewell Joe.
poem by Isam Hussain
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Totoro (Instrumental)
Singing our love to joy
Tremble with a slight excitement
Shiver at a new taste
So free, so new
So, so
Let us sing with joy
Tap tap
And jump into the air
Fly fly
These wings of ours to heaven
Seconds passing by
Each one beckons
As the sun comes up gleaming
Like all of us in harmony
We’d be smiling
Sing sing
Our notes by the river
Hop hop
On the stepping stones
Troubles coming and going
Flapping toward the limit
But look back
Just a second
And see what we accomplished
So much
Just because we are
Together
Prance dance
Our lives and dreams
Coming altogether
Singing bringing
All joy together
Just wait
WAIT
Be quiet
Put our heads together
Hearts joined
Souls intertwined
And sing to joy
poem by Kevin Wang
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A Bitter Word
I taste bitterness in my mouth
each time I hear the word war.
It's a taste that's born of compassion
from a word that's been heard before.
Too young they die
not knowing why.
Too young they leave
and as we grieve
I hear that word again.
I spit from the bitter taste of it
and it still won't go away.
It's the same old word that drives me mad
and reminds me every day
that man is pliable in the hands
of ones whose insatiable need
never tastes bitterness in their mouth
from the word or from the deed.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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True Fulfillment Of My Birth
True fulfillment of my birth is in loving my beloved forever!
Never with dry rituals and harsh austerities
Would I torture my tender body!
All the time I'd play the games of love with my beloved!
True fulfillment of my birth is in loving my beloved forever!
When the final liberation waits on me like a menial servant,
Why should I worship someone else?
True fulfillment of my birth is in loving my beloved forever!
In all our births to come we will ever be your servants!
And the divinel eel a of Narsaiyya's lord we will sing forever!
True fulfillment of my birth is in loving my beloved forever!
poem by Narsinh Mehta
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You Can Make Me Dance, Sing Or Anything
(rod stewart, ron wood, kenny jones, tetsu yamauchi, ian mclagan)
Hey baby, I wanna say somethin to ya, listen
Sometimes when I get out of my head
And I say all the wrong things
Sometimes I know I stay out late at night
And I get back fighting, hey babe
Somehow all my plans
Keep slippin through my hands
And I end up crying, but listen
I can be a millionaire
Honey when youre standing there
Youre so exciting
You can make me dance, you can make me sing,
You can make me do just any old thing, and I love it
Sometimes I wanna get up so early
And get away from here girl
Summers gone, and before long
North winds blow, that bring the snow
Ill keep us warm girl
My schemes it seems, are merely dreams
Fading with each morning, hey babe
But this old heart of mine
Is far too proud not to keep on tryin
You can make me dance, you can make me sing,
You can make me do just any old thing, yeah baby
Ah yeah
So little bird dont fly away
Want you here every day
Dont ever leave me
Id rather lose both my eyes
Than never see your smiling face again girl
You can make me dance, you can make me sing,
You can make me do just any old thing
You can make me dance, you can make me sing,
You can make me do just any old thing
Hey babe
Keep on loving me babe, yeah
Keep on loving me babe
Just keep on loving me babe
Just keep on loving me babe
Just keep on loving, ooh babe
Just keep on loving me darling
Just keep on loving me darling
Just keep on loving me darling, darling, darling, darling
Ha ha
Woww, alright
Hey baby
Oh darling
Keep on loving me darling
Just keep on loving me darling
Just keep on loving me darling
Just keep on loving me darling
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Love
Loving you has been a way of life
Everyday I live to love you
It’s an endless passion, a burning desire,
I just can’t have enough of you…
Yes it is true, you are my beloved,
You fulfill my every need,
You are God’s gift to me
in every way that I can see.
Your touch, your smile,
and that very loving gaze,
Your smell, your breath,
It’s all a magical haze…
You are Mine – that’s all I know,
Let the world go its own way
I’ll forever remain yours,
Let you be known – it is for sure!
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Imitation
I saw the Death, and she was seating
By quiet entrance at my own home,
I saw the doors were opened in my tomb,
And there, and there my hope was a-flitting
I'll die, and traces of my past
In days of future will be never sighted,
Look of my eyes will never be delighted
By dear look, in my existence last.
Farewell the somber world, where, precipice above,
My gloomy road was a-streaming,
Where life for me was never cheering,
Where I was loving, having not to love!
The dazzling heavens' azure curtain,
Beloved hills, the brook's enchanting dance,
You, mourn -- the inspiration's chance,
You, peaceful shades of wilderness, uncertain,
And all -- farewell, farewell at once.
poem by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
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Wish it is Funny
funny thing, i can still feel the touch of the scattered petals, white roses with red ones
funny thing, i can still hear the coo of the turle doves freed, flying high
funny thing, i can still see the golden sun slowly sinks under wide ocean
funny thing, i can still taste the sweet yet semi dry wine, passionately aromatic
funny thing, i can still smell your citrus-minty scent, soothing my senses
funny yet unfair
everything i feel, hear, see, taste, smell accompanies YOU
everything i feel, hear, see, taste, smell symbolizes you
everything that i feel, hear, see, taste, smell is not funny at all
it is bringing me black smoky background
it is bringing me delusions and hallucinations
it is bringing me confusion
funny but wish it is fair
dainty as the roses
free as the turtledoves flying nowhere
golden as the sun collided under the wide ocean
passionate as the wine
citrus-minty as your scent
wish it is
funny
poem by Shelomith Noarbe
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