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The constant other

The constant other
~
There constant in my thoughts
A feeling towards another
Grows and roots deeply
Through my heart and loins
Holding them into my conscience
A thought so sweetly found
In this most unexpected source
Bares the fruits of passion
The fruits of love
On which I feat hungrily
To feed the appetite of the soul
How sweet, fair and beautiful
I have found this other to be
Now constant in my thoughts
Deeply rooted in heart and loins

poem by Matthew Holloway
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A declaration of my love

A declaration of my love
~
It is to her laugh my heart smiles
Her playful nature my soul rejoices
She has more beauty than any portrait
She is ever growing and changing
Yet constant to my thoughts and love
My muse, sweet beauty cherish her name
Her eyes the warming tempest of desire
Hold me transfixed as the night
It is to her smile my heart sings
Her comforting touch I lay beside
What could be more beautiful I ask
Than who I love so entirely
That my heart, my love is sworn

poem by Matthew Holloway
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Evergreen

Evergreen
~
My heart is evergreen
Growing in every season
The garden of my soul
Refuses to wilt
A flower blooms in beauty
In this permanent place
I named it after you
With love
It grows constant
As you feed me passion
You keep me strong
In the garden of my soul
No death knell of seasons
Comes to visit here
While my heart remains
Evergreen

poem by Matthew Holloway
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It Is Like A Tape

Better things!
Her heart is deeply rooted on this love;
And, her beauty shines on her face always! !
However, a week after her flow was her muse of love.

Soft, slow, sweet! !
And like a week to her flow;
But, her heart is deeply rooted on this love!
And, it is like a tape when,
You hear the melody of her sweet aroma around.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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0006 The Constant Heart

The test is constancy –
the proof, the constant heart.

See that pair who walk across the park -
from the back, it’s difficult to see their age –
they walk as if there’s nowhere now to go;
for they’re so still, inside themselves; they’re joined
by that shared stillness. Now and then they glance
deep into each other’s eyes – seeing there,
a constancy. Their hearts – you see it – are at rest.

They can remember with an inner smile
how when they met, they put on every charm
to seek to catch each other for themselves;
now they dive, swim, laugh, at rest
within each other's still, warm constancy.
See them walk and laugh their way
across the park; across their life.

* * *

See now over there, the man who stands,
talking quietly, with observant eye;
a group of boys around him who
can think of nothing else but listening:
he’s still, he’s standing sure within himself.
He’s just too far away for you to hear the words he says;
and yet you know – he’s constant in himself,
he’s constant in all that he gives to them.
They’ve found a wise man, and they’re listening.

* * *

The test is constancy –
The proof, the constant heart.

(with acknowledgements to Shantananda Saraswati)

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Licia Sonnets 45

There shone a comet, and it was full west.
My thoughts presagéd what it did portend;
I found it threatened to my heart unrest,
And might in time my joys and comfort end.
I further sought and found it was a sun,
Which day nor night did never use to set.
It constant stood when heavens did restless run,
And did their Virtues and their forces let.
The world did muse and wonder what it meant,
A sun to shine and in the west to rise;
To search the truth, I strength and spirits spent;
At length I found it was my Licia's eyes.
Now never after soul shall live in dark,
That hath the hap this western sun to mark.

poem by Giles Fletcher The Elder
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My Heart

Thinking of you every second, since you remind me of the one I loved
Truly did love you, with the feelings of my true heart
Every minute, every second I am thinking of you
Only you come in my dreams and in my thoughts
Cannot say anything more to you
Love you so deeply and you are the one I am trying to think of, even in this darkness
Very well I do know that you are not mine anymore
Still when I think of someone, who is beautiful and truly sexy
Only reflection which comes to my mind is of you
Even though sometimes in my opinion I start to reject you
As you thought I was the one who was going to hurt you
Every minute, I am thinking
Sometimes, the feeling is bitter and occasionally sweet
It is only you, whom I loved so much
My heart knows, that you are seeing someone else now
Only you, come into my heart, sometimes I just want to cry
Occasionally, I even want to laugh and love you
My heart knows you, even though you failed in knowing me.

poem by Rohit Sapra
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To A Husband

This is to the crown and blessing of my life,
The much loved husband of a happy wife;
To him whose constant passion found the art
To win a stubborn and ungrateful heart,
And to the world by tenderest proof discovers
They err, who say that husbands can't be lovers.
With such return of passion, as is due,
Daphnis I love, Daphinis my thoughts pursue;
Daphnis, my hopes and joys are bounded all in you.
Even I, for Daphnis' and my promise' sake,
What I in woman censure, undertake.
But this from love, not vanity proceeds;
You know who writes, and I who 'tis that reads.
Judge not my passion by my want of skill:
Many love well, though they express it ill;
And I your censure could with pleasure bear,
Would you but soon return, and speak it here.

poem by Anne Kingsmill Finch
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A Letter To Dafnis April: 2d 1685

This to the Crown, and blessing of my life,
The much lov'd husband, of a happy wife.
To him, whose constant passion found the art
To win a stubborn, and ungratefull heart;
And to the World, by tend'rest proof discovers
They err, who say that husbands can't be lovers.
With such return of passion, as is due,
Daphnis I love, Daphnis my thoughts persue,
Daphnis, my hopes, my joys, are bounded all in you:
Ev'n I, for Daphnis, and my promise sake,
What I in women censure, undertake.
But this from love, not vanity, proceeds;
You know who writes; and I who 'tis that reads.
Judge not my passion, by my want of skill,
Many love well, though they express itt ill;
And I your censure cou'd with pleasure bear,
Wou'd you but soon return, and speak itt here.

poem by Anne Kingsmill Finch
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The falling heart

The falling heart
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How is it my hearts still falling
that more in love with each day
how could a feeling grow stronger
when it is one none shall break
when all is more than I could dream
or imagine I could ever ask for
and all I see as beautiful
becomes more beautiful to the eye
what is the reasoning to this
the song of the heart
which plays ever constant
a melody to every soul
which defies explanation
still my heart keeps falling
that more in love each day

poem by Matthew Holloway
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Destiny of the heart

Destiny of the heart
~
maybe I am sworn
to love you eternal
my thoughts fill
a future with you
they return constant
to your picture
forever beautiful
forever bound
to my innermost soul
perhaps fate decided
or chance prevailed
however it stands
my heart is taken
sworn only to you
a love eternal

poem by Matthew Holloway
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Like Father, Like Daughter

My Heart is filled with anger and hatred,

So pure and liquid like blood,

Gently dripping from my open wounds,

Though I feel no pain as I watch in wonder,

With eyes of blue, inherited from you,

You, and all of your curses, constant shouts,

You, and all of your anger, constant fears,

You, and all of your lies, constant hate,

Yet I feel no pain as I watch in wonder...

poem by Lacie Simonds
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All Things Being Constant

all things being constant,
there will still be hope.

or even just you, since i
have changed and swerved
on another curve
without you.

you being constant
and i coming back, carrying with
me

a handful of 'i am sorry'
' i will be good this time'
'forgive me'

and i kneel before your feet
pleading.

with you being constant
as the star of this house,

this shattered home,
these broken window glasses
and dirtied carpets

and muddy floors because
my shoes brought them in,

with you being constant,
like mother,

i too, can be, myself again,
i, too, can say,

damn, i am lucky, to have
mother in you,
damn, i am lucky,
like daddy.

i am really sorry.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love Is Like The Wind

love is like the wind
in constant movement

constant movement
love is like the wind
centuries after centuries
love repeats itself
in the vagueness of this universe

constant movement
in this incomprehensible universe
love is like the wind
invisible intouchable in
this fascinating world

fascinating invincible
attraction destruction
happyness sadness
its love that carries
this constant movement
like the wind

poem by Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel
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Give Joy

Life is for a day or two
So try in it to sincerely view
And collect things for you to enjoy
Like finding comfort in giving joy
For when you give out some love
It comes back as a gift of above
And also carries in it some care
That's a constant source of cheer
And when you give care to all
Then it breaks the trouble's wall
And you start feeling good 'n nice
And you feel its joy dear twice
So always remember and keep in mind
That when you want something to find
Then find comfort in giving joy
For its a constant source to enjoy.

Seema Chowdhury

poem by Seema Chowdhury
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A love I found in you

There’s love, I have found beyond the horizon
Just like a bright light that glimmer in the shadow
That made me dance at the glow
Sometimes like a rose that blooms my day
Sometimes like a thorn that broke my sympathy

There’s love, I have found beneath the silence
That echoed deep within my spirits
A bridal hymn that I was mesmerizing
Like voices of sweet angels echoed in the air
Like a love, song sounded so blue

There’s love, I have found in you,
But I know, I am shy to let you know
Perhaps, a magical feeling that I hide
As it may be, the love that I am afraid to fade
And I am falling in love with you like this

There’s love, I have found in you
Just like a rainbow in the sky
There’s color everywhere when I think of you
Just thoughts of you keep taunting me
A feeling that I never thought would grow

There’s love, I have found in you
Like a rain pour in my soul
It washes away all the pain and sorrow
Like a sun who brightens my day
That made me blush when I think of you

poem by Cheryl Aldea
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Deeply Dippy

Deeply dippy bout the curves you got
Deeply hot, hot for the curves you got
Deeply dippy bout the fun we had
Deeply mad, mad for the fun we had
Oh my love
I cant make head nor tail of passion
Oh my love
Let set sail for seas of passion now
Deeply dippy bout the way you walk
Contact sport, let the neighbours talk
Deeply dippy, Im your superman
Ill explain, youre my lois lane
Deeply dippy bout your spanish eyes
Sierra smile, legs that go on for miles an miles
Oh my love
I cant make head nor tail of passion

song performed by by Right Said Fred
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Licia Sonnets 49

If that I die, fair Licia, with disdain,
Or heartless live surpriséd with thy wrong,
Then heavens and earth shall accent both my pain,
And curse the time so cruel and so long.
If you be kind, my queen, as you are fair,
And aid my thoughts that still for conquest strive,
Then will I sing and never more despair,
And praise your kindness whilst I am alive.
Till then I pay the tribute of my tears,
To move thy mercy and thy constant truth.
Respect, fair love, how these with sorrow wears
The truest heart unless it find some ruth.
Then grace me, sweet, and with thy favor raise me,
So shall I live and all the world shall praise thee.

poem by Giles Fletcher The Elder
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from Kahlil Gibran on Friendship

Your friend is one who answers to your needs:
the field you sow with love, and reap with thanks;
you seek him for your peace, to hear his heart;
and when he's silent - still his heart you hear:

because, with words or not, you share his joy;
in presence or in absence he is there;
and stronger love may in his absence show:
the beauty of a love that asks for naught.

So tell your friend of all that ebbs and flows,
your best and worst of what fate deals to you:
no thought too great nor light for open minds
who share their pleasures, and their laughter too.

For in the dew of sweet and passing thoughts
each morning's fresh, for close and constant hearts.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Song

Creep into my heart, creep in, creep in,
Afar from the fret, the toil and the din,
Where the spring of love forever flows,
As clear as light and as sweet as the rose;
(Creep into my heart),
Where the dreams never wilt but their tints refine,
Rooted in beautiful thoughts of thine;
Where morn falls cool on the soul, like sleep,
And the nights are tranquil and tranced and deep;
Where the fairest thing of all the fair
Thou art, who hast somehow crept in there,
Deep into my heart,
Deep into my heart.

poem by Duncan Campbell Scott
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Blooming Love Tree

Our roots are deeply anchored
in the unmovable love's soil,
We grew together, and the blizzards of life could not destroy our embrace,
The sharp frost could not freeze our tears,
and the deep, rough, hateful cuts could not take away our smiles.

Whispers of love feed our branches and leaves,
and we drink daily from the sap of endless passion.
Sun breathes on our one-trunk,
warmth and light,
Under its caressing, we dance a silent old tango,
forgetting all the past seasons,
keeping only the good memories and dreaming of the new Spring.

We extend our branches as hands in prayers toward heaven,
We touch angels' wings each night and sing,
with the stars, a song of gratitude.
We bloom heart-shaped love red flowers because
our roots are deeply anchored in the unmovable love's soil.

poem by Marius Alexandru
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