The Olney poems
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So through the dark
A recalled reality touched
With the unsteady ease
Found in the debris
OF some lost self
Stood there and waiting
A look of accusation
That stroked our conscience
2
The space of slavery
Carried the forelocks acceptance
Dip the guilty finger
in times Holy stoop
Congratulate our present freedom
of these presented blessings
A forelock touched again
The game plays on
3
And make the lace
To continue a life
Intricate Fragments of desperation
Provide an incidental decoration
A price so agreed
To enjoy a flower
And share the light
Of the communal bounty
4
Cowper brushed his teeth
Daily we passed by
Newton climbed his pulpit
We preached the land
They wrote their hymns
We escaped with drink
Today the forelock touched
Respecting their entwined lives
5
God roams his garden
With dances of creation
Proclaiming the ever paradise
With an outstretched hand
Inviting our forelocks touch
The fruit still entrances
Our obsessed nudity declines
From its cultured slavery
poem by Michael Oliver
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A Simple Touch!
you touched my hand,
and raised this body
from the land of the dead...
you touched my heart,
and freed this soul
from the dark maze
of its own prison.
you touched my eyes,
and restored sight
to a blind man.
you touched my ears,
and filled them with
the song of every living creature.
you touched my desire,
and brought stone and fire,
and the echo of the whipporwill's song.
i touched you,
and the earth stopped turning,
rivers stopped flowing,
and mountains fell...
all in a simple touch!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Touch Of Your Hand
On the day that you were born
I touched your hand so chubby and warm.
I touched your hand when you were one
and helped you walk my beautiful son.
I held your hand when you were two.
We ran, your favorite thing to do.
I held your hand when you were three
as you climbed on my lap and smiled at me.
I touched your hand when you were four
as the ocean touched our toes at the shore.
I touched your hand when you were five
walking you to school but when we'd arrive
I felt the tug of your hand from mine
and I knew that we had crossed a line.
I looked at you and released your hand
and said'it's okay I understand.'
As I walked back home I cried some tears
thinking of all our hand holding years.
Holding your hand became sporadic now,
when you were feverish or I felt your brow.
I held your hand a few times as a teen
but always alone so it wouldn't be seen.
I held your hand after you said, 'I do.'
We danced together just me and you.
After some years went by my son
you held the hand of your little one.
And so the times of your life turn around
and now that my hand is old I've found
you take my hand and help me walk
and as you do we intimately talk.
And it takes me back to that bright early morn
when I held your hand so chubby and warm.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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My Little Garden
Sun yet to born,
crows yet to wake,
I ran to my little garden.
Dews everywhere
dark made a blanket on my plants.
I am looking for my rose flower
Mummy said today it will blossom.
I touched all my little plants
and they returned the shakehand
with cold honey dews.
The first rays of sun is coming
its breaking the dark into pieces
and my little swing birds started singing.
Where is my flower?
I checked everywhere.
Oh I found my plant and I cant believe
The beautiful yellow rose
I touched it, kissed it and plucked it
Mummy, Daddy.I screamed with joy
I run to them and showed, see my rose flower..
I stretched my hand to my mummy
then I noticed a red dot in the flower,
It was a dropp of blood
may be I touched the thorne
may be the plants eyedrops
may be the the flowers pain
may be the the pain of taking away from its mother
I feel sorry
Parting is sorrowfull
poem by Slb Pillai
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Somebody Touched Me
(first release, live version portsmouth, england, september 24, 2000traditional, arranged by bob dylan)
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!
Would you please welcome columbia recording artist bob dylan.
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Must have been the hand of the lord.
While I was praying, somebody touched me,
While I was praying, somebody touched me,
While I was praying, somebody touched me,
Must have been the hand of the lord.
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Must have been the hand of the lord.
Well, it was on a sunday, somebody touched me,
It was on a sunday, somebody touched me,
It was on a sunday, somebody touched me,
Must have been the hand of the lord.
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Must have been the hand of the lord.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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He Touched Me
Shackled by a heavy burden
Neath a load of guilt and shame
Then the hand of jesus touched me
And now I am no longer the same
He touched me, oh he touched me
And oh the joy that floods my soul
Something happened and now I know
He touched me and made me whole
Since I met this blessed savior
Since he cleansed and made me whole
I will never cease to praise him
Ill shout it while eternity rolls
He touched me oh he touched me
And oh the joy that floods my soul
Something happened and now I know
He touched me and made me whole
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Out of Superstition
A box of glazed sour fruit compact,
My narrow room.
And oh the grime of lodging rooms
This side the tomb!
This cubbyhole, out of superstition,
I chose once more.
The walls seem dappled oaks; the door,
A singing door.
You strove to leave; my hand was steady
Upon the latch.
My forelock touched a wondrous forehead;
My lips felt violets.
O Sweet! Your dress as on a day
Not long ago
To April, like a snowdrop, chirps
A gay 'Hello!'
No vestal-you, I know: You came
With a chair today,
Took down my life as from a shelf,
And blew the dust away.
poem by Boris Pasternak
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Once
Once embraced, cant ever be let go
Once revealed, cant ever be not shown
Once believed, cant ever lose faith
Once shared, cant ever be separate
Once sown, once cant ever be not reaped
Like the dawn of a brand new day
With the power of deity
Well, I can feel it inside of me
Feel it. can you feel it?
Once born, cant ever be not conceived
Once present, cant ever be past
Once first, once cant ever be not everlast
Returning home of the prodigal
Holding the intangible
To believe in a miracle
Believe it. can you believe it?
Have you ever been touched?
Once whoa, really touched?
Could it ever be too much?
Whoa-oh-oh, can you tell me?
Once seen, cant ever lose sight
Once dawn, cant ever be not light
Once, once felt, once felt
Cant ever be untouched
The assurance only hope can bring
With the conviction of the unseen
See its greater than everything
See it, oh can you see it?
Have you ever been touched?
Once whoa-oh really, really touched?
Could it ever be too much?
Whoa-ooh-oh oh, can you tell me?
Have you ever really touched love once?
(oh!)
Oh! have you ever been touched?
Once whoa-oh-oh really touched?
Could it ever be too much?
I dont know. did you tell me?
Have you ever really touched
Once. whoa-oh really, really touched?
Could it ever be too much?
Oh-ooh somebody tell me
Have you ever really touched
Love once?
Ah, have you ever really touched
Love once?
Have you ever really touched love
Touched love?
Woooo-ooooo
Woooo-ooooo
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Wooo-oooo
Wooo-oooo
Wooo-oooo-oooo
Oh, love once. yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
song performed by by Van Halen
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Garden of Choice
Two in the Garden of Eden
who had everything to lose
the bounty of all creation
save one fruit forbidden to choose
Their fates, and our fate as well,
were resting in their own hand
in what splendor would we dwell
had they honored that sole command
Two in the Garden of Eden
each charged with that sacred choice
Either one could have chosen
to disregard the serpent's voice
Yet one, then the other, failed
abdicating Eden for one bite
their naked wickedness unveiled
lost forever Garden's delight
Two in the Garden of Eden
did they think but once or twice
before initiating rejection
of God's bounty beyond price
Two in the Garden of Eden
which one should bear the blame
for being the greater heathen
which one would we dare name
Two in the Garden of Eden
but either one of the two
might have differently chosen
passing blessings as their due
Two of us in that Garden
with same choice to make today
would we not likewise give in
as well throwing all away
Though we do not live in Eden
we inherited much the remain
Do we cherish our earthly garden
or pollute every inch of terrain
We too may opt for an Eden
in our hands we hold Earth's fate
Will we empower serpents again
or tend our garden before too late?
poem by Mary Havran
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A new day has come
I was waiting for so long
For a miracle to come
Everyone told me to be strong
Hold on and don't shed a tear
Through the darkness and good times
I knew I'd make it through
And the world thought I'd had it all
But I was waiting for you
[Pre-CHORUS:]
Hush now I see a light in the sky
Oh it's almost blinding me
I can't believe I've been touched by an angel with love
Let the rain come down and wash away my tears
Let it fill my soul and drown my tears
Let it shatter the walls for a new sun
A new day has come
When it was dark now there's light
Where there was pain now's there's joy
Where there was weakness I found my strength
All in the eyes of a boy
[Pre-CHORUS]
[Chorus x2]
Hush now I see a light in your eyes
All in the eyes of a boy
I can't believe I've been touched by an angel with love [x2]
Hush now
A new day
song performed by by Celine Dion from New Day Has Come
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Emotional Subjection
There is no tyrant quite like feeling.
A bondage that cannot be released.
All we do will forever succumb to it.
Your suffering means that you're human.
Your mind is a warfield.
And your heart is the opposition.
No solution can truly be found.
Forever at war with yourself.
You will obey.
You will cry for it.
You will fall to your knees for it.
You will be numbed by it.
You will be reminded of it.
It cannot be neglected much longer.
Slavery is freedom.
Slavery is freedom.
Slavery is freedom.
Slavery is freedom.
You will obey.
poem by Aaron Lynn
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Touch
Touched with such a closeness
That could be called caress
Touched with many meanings
That could become, I guess
The promise of a life beyond
The life it is that passed
Touched with such a closeness
But do I answer 'yes'?
poem by David Keig
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Eat Of This Fruit
Men just think…you've always…
Been close to God…
You are HIS first creation…
The vicegerent…
Over the Garden …now that Garden…
Walks on two legs as you…
Just think of the blessings…
God would bestow upon you…
For respecting, that which HE…
Birth from you…and then gave to you…
Your own Garden of Eden (paradise) …
If you will…you, would have never…
Never abused (paradise) as you have woman…
Which is now your personal Garden…
(Paradise, Eden,) you are to protect, love, honor, and
Cherish Her…
So She may acknowledge good fruit…
Can't you see…THAT She is your…
Blessing of all time…
Wake, walk-up my brother or you will surely…
Die…often…
She is yours to respect and protect no matter what…
Level of life she may live…
God…Left Eden in your control…
My…how the mighty (man) forgets…
How he became so mighty…
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Encounter
Those who have touched it or been touched by it
Or brushed by something that the vine has brushed,
Or burning it, have stood where the sly smoke
Has touched them-Know the meaning of its name.
The leaf is smooth. Its green is innocence.
A clean, unblemished leaf, glossy when young.
A leaf the unobserving might overlook
And the observing find too prosperous.
I've seen a vine of it so old and crooked
It held a hen-coop in its grip, the stalk
Thick as a man's wrist. There it had grown,
Half out of sight, permitted, undisturbed.
Strangers to it, who on a autumn road
Have found a vine that swept a tree like fire
And gathered it barehanded and brought it home
For color, seldom gathered it again.
Some are immune and some have thought they were
And some, ever so cautiously with gloves,
Finding that it grew to near their homes,
Have tried to root it out and have succeeded
Except that something from the vine fastened
Upon their flesh and burned, and in a year
Or two the vine itself was there again,
Glossy and green and smooth and innocent.
My neighbor's cow grazing beside the road
Munches with joy (and almost with a smile)
The salad of its leaves, transmuting them
Into sweet milk that I will drink tomorrow.
poem by Robert Francis
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Touched By The Sun
(carly simon)
If you want to be brave
And reach for the top of the sky
And the farthest point on the horizon
Do you know who youll meet there
Great soldiers and seafarers,
Artists and dreamers
Who need to be close, close to the light
They need to be in danger of burning by fire
And i, I want to get there
I, I want to be one
One who is touched by the sun,
One who is touched by the sun
Often I want to walk
The safe side of the street
And lull myself to sleep
And dull my pain
But deep down inside I know
Ive got to learn from the greats,
Earn my right to be living,
Let my wings of desire
Soar over the night
I need to let them say
She must have been mad
And i, I want to get there
I, I want to be one
One who is touched by the sun,
One who is touched by the sun
Ive got to learn from the greats,
Earn my right to be living,
With every breath that I take,
Every heartbeat
And i, I want to get there
I, I want to be one, one who is touched by the sun,
One who is touched by the sun.
song performed by by Carly Simon
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Hem Of His Garment
Oh I wish I could be
Touched by the hem of his garment
To be proud has never been
So mean, so stern, so cruel
Oh I wish I could be
Touched by the hem of his garment
Oh, Ive come a long way
To touch the hem of his garment
And anger should be
The tool of a clown or a fool, you see
And why should such spite and such pain
Hang between you and me
When love should be
A queen on her throne
Looking after her own
I wish I could be
Touched by the hem of his garment
Two chairs at this table
One bed in this house
Seriously, I think we could be,
Touched by the hem of his garment
Oh, Ive come a long way
To touch the hem of his garment
Written by d. armstrong, r. armstrong, sister bliss, dave randall & maxi jazz
song performed by by Dido
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Passion Touched Her Lips
PASSION TOUCHED HER LIPS
Passion touched her lips
Words flooded his sexuality
Unique his need sustained
His every need understood!
Understanding his umpteen change of moods
Her heart in true love…….
Can there be a paradise sweeter?
Than the desire for him in quest
Warrior home at last?
Today is captive
In the ocean of this whirlwind world
Tomorrow spreads its wings
Bringing hope in its tail end
The sweep of joy
Keeps you alive
“Present” presented to you
To cherish! !
Hope is the rope
That spurns the heart to action
Frozen camera
Perhaps stilled you to the present!
Taking the heart
On a flight
Where love grew
With each day’s passing!
Your love encased
Fragile I no more……..
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~malinikadir
(this poem is written for my hubby....in a marriage of 25's standing)
poem by Malini Kadir
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Too High
Dodo do do do dodo
Do do dodo do dodo
Dodo dodo do do
Dodo do do do dodo
Do do do do dodo do
Dodo dodo dodo
I'm too high
I'm too high
But I ain't touched the sky
I'm too high
I'm too high
But I ain't touched the sky
She's a girl in a dream
She sees a four-eyed cartoon monster
On the T.V. screen
She takes another puff and says
"It's a crazy scene"
That red is green
And she's a tangerine
I'm too high
I'm too high
But I ain't left the ground
I'm too high
I'm too high
I hope I never ever come down
She's the girl in her life
But her world's a superficial paradise
She had a chance to make it big more than once or twice
But no dice
She wasn't very nice
Ooh
Dodo do do do dodo
Do do dodo do dodo
Do do do do do do
Dodo do do do dodo
Do do dodo do dodo
Dodo dodo
Dodo dodo
Dodo dodo
I'm too high
I'm too high
I'm so high
I feel like I'm about to die
I can't ever touch the sky
I'm too high
She's a girl of the past
I guess that I got to her at last
A did you hear the news about the girl today
She passed away
What did her friend say
They said she's too high
Too high
Can't hang around anyway...
Dodo do do do dodo
Do do dodo do dodo
do...do...do...
do...do...do...
do...
song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
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Slavery
I found blinded slavery: a persons’
Present tied to their parents’ past that urge
Them to yield to their traditions, worsened
By ancient spirits, fettered and scourged.
I found muted slavery: which mated
The life of a man to a wife he hates
And places her body in a hated
Husbands bed deadening both lives and fate.
I found deafened slavery: which stifles
The soul and heart of man rendering him
An empty echo, no voice, pitiful
Shadow of a body, a grim phantom.
No emancipation proclamation
Freed man from self-imposed subjugation.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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One Sees So Hard
One sees woes of foreign forelocks,
To formulate these forelocks is hard;
I nominate them after the race,
A monthly prize awaits us in the stay.
Monumental happiness has the moon,
Refurbishing planets like ours,
Refusing refreshments, of earlier nature.
Siblings cry out, refulgent like bodies
In space, in time, in seas of love.
A referendum acts on the whole submarine,
Wholly comfortable inside, but horrid
To look at in its appearance.
Water defines the work we cause,
The sight of displeasure is near.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Touch
With unsure hands
I touch you
Just to be sure
You want to be
Touched.
And you make me
Touch you
Everywhere…
Just to be sure
You want to be
Touched!
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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