To the Reader of These Sonnets
Into these Loves who but for Passion looks,
At this first sight here let him lay them by
And seek elsewhere, in turning other books,
Which better may his labor satisfy.
No far-fetch'd sigh shall ever wound my breast,
Love from mine eye a tear shall never wring,
Nor in Ah me's my whining sonnets drest;
A libertine, fantasticly I sing.
My verse is the true image of my mind,
Ever in motion, still desiring change,
And as thus to variety inclin'd,
So in all humours sportively I range.
My Muse is rightly of the English strain,
That cannot long one fashion entertain.
poem by Michael Drayton
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Libertine
When she walked in the room
You could faint from the strong perfume
And she said her name was libertine
In my ear, a voice said dont be a fool stay clear,
Better stay away from libertine
Stay away from libertine
Stay away from libertine
Stay away from libertine
So I stayed out of view
But my eyes couldnt come unglued
I was hypnotized by libertine
So in time I broke down and I lost my mind
Then I made a move on libertine
Stay away from libertine
Made a move on libertine
Stay away from libertine
I made my move on libertine
And I waited all night
til the timing was right
For another man was reaching for her hand
But he went to the phone
And when I got her alone
It just wasnt the same
Tell me whats in a name?
She made me drunk with her charms
Then she left on her husbands arm
And I got the shaft from libertine
I was weak and I know just from whence I speak,
Better stay away from libertine
Stay away from libertine
song performed by by Utopia
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There Is a Lady Sweet and Kind
There is a lady sweet and kind,
Was never face so pleas'd my mind;
I did but see her passing by,
And yet I love her till I die.
Her gesture, motion, and her smiles,
Her wit, her voice, my heart beguiles,
Beguiles my heart, I know not why,
And yet I love her till I die.
Her free behaviour, winning looks,
Will make a lawyer burn his books;
I touch'd her not, alas! not I,
And yet I love her till I die.
Had I her fast betwixt mine arms,
Judge you that think such sports were harms,
Were't any harm? no, no, fie, fie,
For I will love her till I die.
Should I remain confined there
So long as Ph{oe}bus in his sphere,
I to request, she to deny,
Yet would I love her till I die.
Cupid is winged and doth range,
Her country so my love doth change:
But change she earth, or change she sky,
Yet will I love her till I die.
poem by Thomas Ford
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The Path of a Gambler
A man sought coin in a voluminous fashion,
a few more pounds to add to his loot,
used to help satisfy a prodigal passion.
A father has lost his son to a single action;
when he craved to add to the tempting fruit,
a man sought coin in a voluminous fashion.
His gambler's heart soon became a beacon;
racing, waiting for a spotter's toot,
used to help satisfy a prodigal passion.
This one risk is only but a fraction
of the goal which he was to pursuit.
a man sought coin in a voluminous fashion.
When his hands started to feel the burden,
one that he had been too blind to compute,
used to help satisfy a prodigal passion.
When his bets were lost, he heard a beckon,
he sought to close the the tribute.
A man sought coin in a voluminous fashion,
used to help satisfy a prodigal passion.
poem by Michael Roysdon
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To The Sighing Strephon
Your pardon, my friend, if my rhymes did offend;
Your pardon, a thousand times o'er:
From friendship I strove your pangs to remove,
But, I swear, I will do so no more.
Since your beautiful maid your flame has repaid,
No more I your folly regret
She's now most divine, and I bow at the shrine
Of this quickly reformed coquette.
Yet still, I must own, I should never have known
From your verses what else she deserved;
Your pain seem'd so great, I pitied your fate,
As your fair was so devilish reserved.
Since the baim-br'eathing kiss of this magical miss
Can such wonderful transports produce;
Since the 'world you forget, when your lips once have met,'
My counsel will get but abuse. You Say,
'When I rove, I know nothing of love;'
'Tis true, 'I am given to range;
If I rightly remember, I've loved a good number,
Yet there's pleasure, at least, in a change
I will not advance, by the rules of romance,
To humour a whimsical fair;
Though a smile may delight, yet a frown won't affright,
Or drlve me to dreadful despair.
While my blood is thus warm I ne'er shall reform,
To mix in the Platonists' school;
Of this l am sure, was my passion so pure,
Thy mistress would think me a fool.
And if I should shun every woman for one,
Whose image must fill my whole breast--
Whom I must prefer, and sigh but for her--
What an insult 'twould be to the rest!
ow, Strephon, good bye, I cannot deny
Your passion appears most absurd;
Such love as you plead is pure love indeed,
For it only consists in the word.
Farewell, Fair Armida. A Song
Farewell, fair Armida, my joy and my grief!
In vain I have loved you, and hope no relief;
Undone by your virtue, too strict and severe,
Your eyes gave me love, and you gave me despair:
Now called by my honour, I seek with content
The fate which in pity you would not prevent:
To languish in love were to find, by delay,
A death that's more welcome the speediest way.
On seas and in battles, in bullets and fire,
The danger is less than in hopeless desire;
My death's wound you give me, though far off I bear
My fall from your sight—not to cost you a tear:
But if the kind flood on a wave should convey,
And under your window my body should lay,
The wound on my breast when you happen to see,
You'll say with a sigh—it was given by me.
poem by John Dryden
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Dance With Me Tonight
Love in my heart is in motion, love in my thoughts are devotion
To find someone like you is a melody that comes true...
And now all I have to say is I want you...
Love is wonders of the universe running ramped like a current so lost in you.
Love like words a million times I want you here by my side, hold me, kiss me, touch me,
Like the ocean free I just want you to me.
Tell me we will be in love my girl.
Dance with me tonight we see the starry night.
Dance with me Dance with me I want to make you mine.
This hour, this minute, this second I give my soul to you.
Dance with me hold me tight.
I want to dance with you I want to see you through.
Kiss you forever.
Dreaming many nights praying for your love in my sight
I don’t know what to say to you,
But I know how to love you.
I want to be your kiss, I want to be your tear like a rainy day Dance away come back to me, like a candle waving bye I sigh I cry to be a part of you.
Wondering about the days that lay ahead is said to be the best thoughts of you and me.
I want you I need you.
Now before I met you the world was just a fantasy made up in my own world now I met you and you make me complete,
So lost in to a heart you built upon me.
Dance with me tonight we see the starry night.
Dance with me Dance with me I want to make you mine.
This hour, this minute, this second I give my soul to you.
Dance with me hold me tight.
I want to dance with you I want to see you through.
Kiss you forever.
You know how long I waited to see that day you and I like
Crystal diamonds glitter in the sky,
I never want to make you cry.
I wonder some days as I sigh about how to sweetly hold you near, to kiss my love on to you dear,
Deep in my mind I sing to you, bold is my love a desire in my Soul makes me flames higher.
A fire that burns I want to know, your love all I have
You’re the one I love for true, I want you.
Now soon to be with you I want it all, the world I give if I could to you
Dance with me my desire I admire my thoughts are high on you.
Dance with me tonight we see the starry night.
Dance with me Dance with me I want to make you mine.
This hour, this minute, this second I give my soul to you.
Dance with me hold me tight.
I want to dance with you I want to see you through.
Kiss you forever.
You now make dreams complete sing to me I sing to you
Let us be as one my girl your words heavenly
Hold me near be with me I want to be that soul mate
Say to me we shall be never apart but love every day a brand New start.
Love me now kiss me there touch me how dance with me…
Dance with me tonight we see the starry night.
Dance with me Dance with me I want to make you mine.
This hour, this minute, this second I give my soul to you.
Dance with me hold me tight.
I want to dance with you I want to see you through.
Kiss you forever.
poem by Samuel G W Williams
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The Carnal Mind
Misunderstanding, sing, ring, guns, arise, dine, dean, sane, made, dues, ant;
And like the carnal mind!
But true love, care and concern for all is what we need as human beings.
Misunderstanding, rag, dig, rand, rend, sender, issue, aids, aide, aid, sit, sun;
And like the muse of love as compared to the muse of hatred! !
But the carnal mind had taken over and, minkind is now faced with wars!
However, true love, care and concern for all is what we need.
Misunderstanding, saint, stain, nun, mare, tear, near, seas, sea, sears, sear, gun, sages;
With hatred everywhere today to overcome the fruits of love!
But we the human beings need to change for the better! !
Because the wars are killing us all,
And we need a better home with love than hatred.
Misunderstanding, ears, ear, era, are, dare, dear, read, tan, run, ran, age, ages, sine;
Why should we throw bombs against each other? ! !
When this earth was meant for you and i;
For, it is better to live peacefully than with hatred that leads to war!
And, you and i know the truth onthis earth.
Misunderstanding, rats, tar, tars, is, sin, gin, den, miss, at, as, Miss, sad, mad, sage, sat;
And like the very acts of the carnal mind! !
But, is there any hope for us? !
Then we better think twice before killing someone because of hatred;
For his earth is the only one that we have.
Misunderstanding, under, understand, stand, standing, end, and, star, rat, satrs, rise;
Mind your language and watch your lips!
For we need to understand each other in a very peaceful way;
And like the sweet muse of love,
For e carnal mind is all that we need to control! !
Misunderstanding, dam, side, ride, am, in, Inn, seat, seats, sand, set, sets, sits, due;
And like the rainbow colours teachings us how to mix up with each other,
For the carnal mind had taken us to the other side!
And, war had been to us like the way we do spell out our names! !
Misunderstanding, use, uses, mind, mean, mine, man, men, sue, sues, mend, range, me;
And like the carnal mind in conflict with each other!
But, it is time we know the difference betwen right and wrong;
For, peace is better than war!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Epilogue to Agamemnon
Our bard, to modern epilogue a foe,
Thinks such mean mirth but deadens generous woe;
Dispels in idle air the moral sigh,
And wipes the tender tear from Pity's eye:
No more with social warmth the bosom burns;
But all the unfeeling selfish man returns.
Thus he began:—And you approved the strain;
Till the next couplet sunk to light and vain.
You check'd him there.—To you, to reason just,
He owns he triumph'd in your kind disgust.
Charm'd by your frown, by your displeasure graced,
He hails the rising virtue of your taste.
Wide will its influence spread as soon as known:
Truth, to be loved, needs only to be shown.
Confirm it, once, the fashion to be good:
(Since fashion leads the fool, and awes the rude)
No petulance shall wound the public ear;
No hand applaud what honour shuns to hear:
No painful blush the modest cheek shall stain;
The worthy breast shall heave with no disdain.
Chastised to decency, the British stage
Shall oft invite the fair, invite the sage:
Both shall attend well pleased, well pleased depart;
Or if they doom the verse, absolve the heart.
poem by James Thomson
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To Love You
Spend the night with me and,
Let me show you my sweet bed of roses.
Spend the night with me and,
Taste the love that you are looking for.
Spend the night with me and,
Come under the protection of my roof of sweet love.
Refresh yourself with the true love from my breasts and,
Let me satisfy you with my muse in the land of love.
Come and entertain me with your sweet love and,
Spend the night with me on this side of the river.
Come and entertain me with your nakedness and,
Let me lead you on to my sweet bed of roses.
For, this will be like the dream of your life and the dream of mine! !
And like a land flowing with milk and honey.
Rise up in the morning and comfort me with your love,
For my bed of sweet roses is well laid with the aroma of love waitng for you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Return the Princess
Return the Princess
Sir Knight, I beg of you, fetch my sister.
A high born lady, stolen from our court.
Stricken from the scroll of the royal Lister.
As children, our time together was short.
She vanished the day the palace was stormed.
Swept from our presence and ripped from the fold.
‘twas torn from my life, yet my love had formed.
So fetch her for me, before she is sold.
I know where she is, she waiteth you see.
O find her my Knight, on your pure white steed.
She is lost in the land of poetry.
Bid me my sister and fulfill my need.
Rumor holds she is well beyond the sea.
So ride Sir Knight, bring my sister to me.
Author notes
English Sonnet
Sonnets are formal poems and consist of 14 lines (3 quatrains and a couplet) , traditionally written in iambic pentameter - that is, in lines ten syllables long, with accents falling on every second syllable. English sonnets rhyme in the following scheme ababcdcdefefgg
source: shadowpoetry.com
Lister - assessor who makes out the tax lists
poem by Amera Andersen
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He Is 40
Lovely birds,
Lovely muse,
In the land of peace and care;
But in bed with you,
Even though he is 40 years old and he looks like 20 years old!
Naked with your mind but,
Your love is 40 years old;
And, he is the one you love.
Of the bridegroom-to-be,
Of the bride-to-be,
And like two lovely birds!
Making passes and having fun;
But, i am sitting on top of the world with my fantasy.
The daughter of the tiger always remains a tiger! !
And like a rented room in the land of devoice;
But, the man you love is 40 years old.
Long with the whims of passion to satisfy your muse,
For the river will always be clean!
But, fresh out of the woods to satisfy your love;
And with passionate act in the name of sweet romance.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Heartbeat
(montgomery / petty)
Heartbeat, why do you miss
When my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat, why does your love kiss
Stay in my memory?
Pittery-pat.
I know that new love thrills me.
I know that true love will be.
Heartbeat, why do you miss
When my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat, why do you skip
When my babys lips meet mine?
Heartbeat, why do you flip
Then give me a skip each time?
Pittery-pat.
Sing to me loves story
Bring to me loves glory.
Verse 1
Verse 7
Verse 1 ...
song performed by by Hollies
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Passion makes the old medicine new:
Passion makes the old medicine new:
Passion lops off the bough of weariness.
Passion is the elixir that renews:
how can there be weariness
when passion is present?
Oh, don't sigh heavily from fatigue:
seek passion, seek passion, seek passion!
Siamese Almeida
can i show you this state of mind
for it is not mine
can i not show you this state of mind
for she is not mine
i will not entertain this state of mind
for it is not mine
i will not entertain you
for it is not mine
siamese almeida
siamese almeida, ooh
siamese almeida
siamese almeida, ooh
i will not undo these twisted bones and sinew
i will not look to find who lives in you
i will not hold my hand on fire
take it off my head
i will not entertain this state of mind
for she is not mine
siamese almeida
siamese almeida, ooh
siamese almeida
siamese almeida, ooh
i will not change my ways to suit this day
i will not change my face
i'll hide it from you
all twisted bones and sinew
i will not change what's in you
i will not change for you
i will not change what i hate in you!
all twisted bones and sinew...
i will not change what's in you
i will not change what's in you!
siamese almeida
siamese almeida, ooh
siamese almeida
siamese almeida, ooh
siamese almeida
siamese almeida, ooh
siamese almeida
siamese almeida, ooh
song performed by by Queen Adreena
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Creative Mind!
Creative mind!
In the land of the heart of your muse to satisfy me;
But, what about those in the snow?
Creative mind!
Out of love in the land of your muse;
But, are you ready to learn? ! !
For, the muse of this love is all about us.
Creative mind!
Justified by the muse of your love;
And like your works as seen by all,
But, try to be yourself always.
Creative mind!
Love it and enjoy it and play with it;
For, the muse of my love is very fast and very easy! !
And like the joy around you in the land of peace,
But, try to understand my sweet muse of love always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind
I remember your goodbye
And the late december sky
Seems so long ago
You were standing on the quay
And you blew a kiss to me
I was sad to go
The ship began to pull away
Then I heard a stranger say
Its sad to see true lovers part
cause sometimes lovers feel a change of heart
Out of sight and out of mind
Well the strangers words came true
And the prophecy went through
I knew it would change my world
cause when I called your home
A whispered conversation
I overheard
I asked you what was going on
You said that Id been gone too long
And the rain that fell in west berlin
Was nothing like the rain that fell within
Out of sight and out of mind
Oh, regine
Here am i
So far away
Out of sight, out of mind
Love has gone
But I will shine
Day after day
I will take what love I find
So I made some other plans
Took my life in these two hands
And I know I wont turn around
Though I often see your face
When Im in a crowded place
It doesnt get me down
I met a girl with smiling eyes
Full of love and worldly wise
She told me she knows what to do
To help me put the memories of you
Out of sight and out of mind
Chorus
song performed by by Level 42
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Non Sum Qualis Eram Bonae Sub Regno Cynarae
Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine
There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed
Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine;
And I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat,
Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay;
Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
When I awoke and found the dawn was gray:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng,
Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, all the time, because the dance was long:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,
Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine;
And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
poem by Ernest Dowson
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Real Love
[verse 1]
We are lovers true and through and though
We made it through the storm
I really want you to realize
I really want to put you on
I've been searchin' for someone
To satisfy my every need
Won't you be my inspiration
Be the real love that I need
Real love
I'm searchin' for a real love
Someone to set my heart free
Real love
I'm searchin' for a real love
[verse 2]
Oooh, when I met you I just knew
That you would take my heart and run
Until you told me how you felt for me
You said I'm not the one
So I slowly came to see
All of the things that you were made of
And now I hope my dreams and inspirations
Lead me to want some real love
[chorus]
I got to have a real love
Loves so true and oh baby
I thought your love was true
I thought you were the answer to
The questions in my mind
But it seems that I was wrong
If I stay strong maybe
I'll find my real love
[verse 3]
So I try my best and pray to God
He'll send me someone real
To caress me and to guide me t'wards
A love my heart can feel
Now I know I can be faithful
I can be your all in all
I'll give you good lovin' through the summertime,
Winter, spring, and fall
[chorus x2]
You see I'm searching for a real love
And I don't know where to go
Been around the world and high and low
And still I'll never know
How it feels to have a real love
Cause it seems it's not around
Gotta end it in this way because it
Seems he can't be found
[chorus x2]
Real love
song performed by by Mary J Blige
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I Need You, I Want You
satisfy my hunger, satisfy my greed
satisfy my longing, satisfy my need
satisfy my yearning, satisfy my desire
satisfy my craving, with your hose put out my fire
Take me to paradise, take me away
Take me to heaven, every single day
Feed me with your passion, feed me with your soul
Feed me with your fruit, feed me with your control
I need you to want me, I need you to be here
I need you to control me, for you are my puppeteer
Control me with your love, control me with your mind
control me however you want. I do not mind
For I am under your spell, and whatever you want i will give
For without you i am nothing, without you i do not want to live
poem by Katherine Shaw
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Cynara
Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine
There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed
Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine;
And I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat,
Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay;
Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
When I awoke and found the dawn was gray:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng,
Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, all the time, because the dance was long:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,
Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine;
And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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