I Can't
Pranab k c
05/09/2011
Nice your hand
you stretched to clasp
profound sky stopped to stoop
a little palm its clear invitation
opened your soul to touch my heart
confused I hesitated I with dirt-stained coarse
beyond beach an ocean of uncertain
chained my legs to hold all passion
gravity fails to deploy its magnetic bind
a me more than me widened ecliptic axis
with blunt my eyes, fixed my toes, shut my arms
when shouted your name with every dropp of blood
absolutely unheard by unsoud treachery
waited long
humiliated
no song sung by warm
holding sky again waving your buds
you returned
and I a fourth dimensional doll
hanging alone in the space to loose
all moments of esteemed staying
simply to draw a line of dark
just to demonstrate a life more than death
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Can It Be Stopped
Can they can they dropp it.
Can it,
Be stopped.
Can they can they dropp it.
Can it,
Be stopped.
Can it be dropped.
Can it be stopped.
Hoodwinkers on the loose.
Hoodwinkers out to dupe too!
And...
Can they be stooped.
Crooked people after loot,
Proving they can low stoop.
But...
Can they can they dropp it.
Can they be stopped.
Can they can they dropp it.
Can they be stopped.
Hoodwinkers on the loose,
Stooping low as they choose.
Can they can they dropp it.
Can it,
Be stopped.
Can they can they dropp it.
Can it,
Be stopped.
Can they can they dropp it.
Can it,
Be stopped.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Cinematographic Longing
Pranab k c
06/2011
patch of light makes me confused
long dark green the surroundings
but the gold playing a magic marvel
when fog a little tired to triumph over the sight
just look catches that beauty to brood
feet getting flattering to move that dense
heart a bit blistering to touch the patch
silence long that profound cool awaiting
sometimes a far away amity of unborn truth
sometimes a senseless fragrance of smoky mountain
perplexed the reason of birth as the life
mingled with light and shade
if sun is truth why so unseen cold so long
makes all the sip sovereign with mist and myth
never born any legend to kick rightly the drowsiness
if strong is our mistic passion why such cloud
appears random to rub the face of stony erection
galaxy not the cage to escape from divan
but simply a patch of shiny green away
erase all the fathom of shattered solitude
dominates whole heart unmatched with life and death
unmatched drowning sensation from easy to eagerness
for knowing the pit thousands of impossible to penetrate
the end, the origin of origin, the standing temporary tabulation
of beauty, ill-beauty, not-beauty or no any demand
of hanging seeking the charm of metaphor or Mephistofeles
only crickets are unique in revolt to bit the drum
O' the dear of dirty feelings a life is nothing
only to begin another for fog and sunshine
the soul spreads just beside our old tavern
patch of light the ultimate sojourn hallucinates
all the liking for living
(14/06/2011/India)
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Dream Or No-dream
stands she alone on the horizon
white her cloths blowing with mad rapture
long her airy hair playing to be off of the root
full moon strangles the surroundings to make it cry
cry not to get any another dawn
the sphinx as a look of behind chapters
the past never shows us the light
what lamped the imprisoned nymphs
night after night the whip the paws
the chiseling passion of the crown
marked their cracks their gallons of stallionic gallops
flooded the birth of enslaved curse
now glitter to revenge from ground to growth
moonlit night...
night scratches the certain rest
with the nails of horrible uncertain
flagging the smoke the dirt of dirty inhuman
possibly pissing their ancestors
locked in the volt iron-hard
to keep the way clear
to keep the root untouchable
stands she alone on the horizon
I as a sphinx simply with blunt eyes
look beyond this dreamed night the age another
the days without death by dominating thumb
the life without fear the fear to be enslaved
shout without sound I again offer my soul
to the mighty mightier than that she stands alone
don't illuminate thy shine to shine the surroundings
gets dark its dawn with sigh and shadows of living dier
never
never
never
Pranab k c
09/07/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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After My Death
After my death mourn me this way:
'There was a man-and see: he is no more;
before his time this man died
and his life's song in mid-bar stopped;
and oh, it is sad! One more song he had
and now the song is gone for good,
gone for good!
And it is very sad!-a harp too he had
a living being and murmurous
and the poet in his words in it
all of his heart's secret revealed,
and all the strings his hand gave breath
but one secret his heart kept hid,
round and round his fingers played,
and one string stayed mute,
mute to this day!
And it is sad, very sad!
All of her days this string moved,
mute she moved, mute she shook,
for her song, her beloved redeemer
she yearned, thirsted, grieved and longed
as a heart pines for its intended:
and though he hesitated each day she waited
and in a secret moan begged for him to come,
and he hesitated and never came,
never came!
And great, great is the pain!
There was a man-and see: he is no more,
and his life's song in mid-bar stopped,
one more song he had to go,
and now the song is gone for good,
gone for good!
poem by Hayyim Nahman Bialik
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You Opened Up My Eyes
(myles goodwyn/jim clench)
Published by summerlea music, ltd. - bmi
I wake up early morning, I lay down with the sun
You make me feel my life has just begun
Tell me bout tomorrow, and Ill tell you where I stand
You hold a touch of magic in your hand
You made me feel, we were here, we were real
You opened up my eyes
A feeling, oh so warm now, burnin in my heart
Keepin me and chasin out the dark
A long long road behind me, and a longer road ahead
Remembering the things weve done and said
You gave to me, everything that I could see
You opened up my eyes
You opened up, you opened up my eyes, ooh
Tell me bout tomorrow, and Ill tell you where I stand
You hold a touch of magic in your hand
You made me feel, we were here, we were real
You opened up my eyes
You opened up, you opened up my eyes
Yyou opened up my eyes
All my life, all my life, all my life
Now I can say that Ive seen the day (all my)
That its worked out alright (life)
I feel so good that I dont think that (all my)
Im gonna live through the night (life)
Now I can say that Ive seen the day (all my)
That its worked out alright (life)
I feel so good that I dont think that (all my)
Im gonna live through the night (life)
song performed by by April Wine
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In The Palm Of Your Hand
In the palm of your hand
you hold my heart.
Cradle it gently, my love
so it will never fall apart.
In the palm of your hand
you hold my love.
Carress it tenderly forever
and always place it above
everything that you touch.
Hold my hand
in the palm of your hand
so that I may always feel
that the sifting grains of sand
in the hourglass of time
will never be able to steal
these precious moments away.
Let them be able to stay
always in the palm of your hand.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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An Open Canvass
Pranab k c
05/2011
Be a doll
a puppet
an unique machine
autoconnect with any necessity
of digging or dredging
cooling or heating
at least a stammering vibrator
to smooth the coarse edge of fleshy extension
or for different scope and scape
agony or ecstasy
but
be a doll
a machine
a puppet
never try to be
a man
of feelings
sensitive and touchy
never try to be
lunacy awaits to greet you
chains await to prosecute you as rebel
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Our last Swim (R.I.P. Anne Mary Simon)
Our last Swim
By Renee’
For my beloved Anne Mary Simon
An Image of you in a cloud rolls by
The sky opens up, somewhere in my mind
A vision of you in a pale blue dress
Tears falling down, you took my breath
Memories of you...
Rain will always hide these tears in my eyes
When the thunder laughs my soul will die
Will I hear your voice?
Will I touch your skin?
Will the ocean waves let me in?
The time is near, the time is nigh
To answer the call, to answer the cry
My head still spins, my body aches
The wind stings my eyes, my face
I look around, no one’s there
Will anybody notice, will anyone care...
Rain will always hide these tears in my eyes
When the thunder laughs my soul will die
Will I hear your voice?
Will I touch your skin?
Will the ocean waves let me in?
I sit on this beach, your beach
I see the waves roll in endlessly
I hold you tight against my bosom
Tears fill my eyes as I see you running into the ocean
You are laughing and so happy
Memories of you...
Rain will always hide these tears in my eyes
When the thunder laughs my soul will die
Will I hear your voice?
Will I touch your skin?
Will the ocean waves let me in?
It’s time to take our final swim
My eyes fill with tears
I can’t move, but I must
You are waiting for me
My legs ache, my body is frozen
You are calling me, “come swim Renee’ “
Memories of you…
Rain will always hide these tears in my eyes
When the thunder laughs my soul will die
Will I hear your voice?
Will I touch your skin?
Will the ocean waves let me in?
I feel the warm ocean lapping at my feet
I slowly walk deeper, and deeper
Still holding you so tight
“Please don’t leave me! ”
I desperately cry
Stay with me a while longer
Don’t leave me yet
I am holding you so tight
Rain will always hide these tears in my eyes
When the thunder laughs my soul will die
Will I hear your voice?
Will I touch your skin?
Will the ocean waves let me in?
I feel you touch my face
I feel your loving embrace
I see your warm smile
“Please Anne, stay a while”
I see the last glitter of your eyes
Rain will always hide these tears in my eyes
When the thunder laughs my soul will die
Will I hear your voice?
Will I touch your skin?
Will the ocean waves let me in?
Opening the urn, I see you leap and dive
I see you swimming around me
Why are you so pale and grey?
Then the reality strikes deep into my heart
This is our last swim together
Rain will always hide these tears in my eyes
When the thunder laughs my soul will die
Will I hear your voice?
Will I touch your skin?
Will the ocean waves let me in?
Why are you smiling?
Why are so happy?
Why do you want to leave me so quickly?
Why? Why? Why?
Rain will always hide these tears in my eyes
When the thunder laughs my soul will die
Will I hear your voice?
Will I touch your skin?
Will the ocean waves let me in?
Walking from the water
I turn to look for you
I catch a glimpse of you
You look so happy my love
Then my heart skips a beat
I see you wave then turn away
Swimming and having fun
Memories of you…
Rain will always hide these tears in my eyes
When the thunder laughs my soul will die
Will I hear your voice?
Will I touch your skin?
Will the ocean waves let me in?
Sitting on the beach
Watching the ocean
Knowing that you’ll always be happy now
I will visit you soon my beloved Anne
Soon we’ll swim together again
Rest in Peace my sweet love
Rest in Peace
poem by Renee' Stretch
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The First Night
How peaceful you lie against me naked in your sleep,
with arms half embracing stretched out over me
and just a while ago I could snatch you up,
when we could stretch moments into eternity.
What more will I now ask from the creator
where you carry my connection to life?
What secrets are still hidden in your soul
while the light of love is dancing in your eyes?
How will I again be lonely
with you trusting me without any fear?
How will I be able to look at another woman with desire
when I know the depths of your love?
How can the bliss of passion compare
with your soft glance that connects with me?
What times of destruction and pain
can destroy our bond when your smile shines over me?
What other pretty person will bind her to me in times of emergency,
joy, happiness, disaster and pain past life and death?
Anyone that truly finds love in someone else
will fight against anything that can destroy it.
How peaceful you lie against me naked in your sleep,
with arms half embracing stretched out over me
and just a while ago I could snatch you up,
when we could stretch moments into eternity.
Almighty God I ask You to keep Your hand
over my wonderful wife and me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Could You Hold Me
Could you hold me for a little while, in your arms tonight
Make me feel warm and secure, hug me real tight
The warmth has left our home in past years gone by
If you could just hold me a little bit, I promise not to cry
I know the closeness and passion has blown out with the wind
But if you could just hold me a little, my broken heart might mend
I miss you holding my hand, when we walk down the street
If you could hold me a little while, my heart could skip a beat
With this band I promised you, my life until the end
Could you hold me just a little bit, your arms could you send
I'm very cold and lonely now, your touch could make me soar
Would you hold me just a little, would this be too great a chore! !
By Dogs4donna
© 2008 Dogs4donna (All rights reserved)
poem by Donna Nimmo
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Just Before Leaving
Nice, I touched
your loneliness
softiest palm
induced its warm
on your beads
amazing shock
shrieked your glass
broken pieces
stabbed my foot
floor much colored
loved our nagging
you never told
pain is your touching
loneliness bugled
the chaos of clearing
sojourn my palm
gone through the wind
chilled from nights dark
trapped the dew dropp
my whole my beauty-sick whole
put it on your breath
the silence...silently
again touched the Nice
told to myself
I battered your loneliness...
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Dark Of Night
IN THE DARK OF NIGHT , YOU REACH OUT TO ME , AS I TAKE YOUR HAND, YOU DRAW ME CLOSER AND TOGETHER WE STAND.THE LOOK IN YOUR EYES, THE TOUCH OF YOUR KISS, OUR HEARTS BEAT IN RYTHEM WHEN YOU HOLD ME LIKE THIS, THE TOUCH OF YOUR FINGERS AS THEY SEARCH AND EXPLORE, LEAVES ME BREATHLESS AND WEAK AND YEARNING FOR MORE, THE FEEL OF YOUR BODY PRESSED TIGHT AGAINST MINE, WE ARE LOST IN EACH OTHER, AS THE DARK OF NIGHT TURNS BACK TIME.I REACH OUT TO YOU TO DRAW YOU NEAR, ONLY TO WAKE TO FIND YOU ARE NOT HERE, .IM HOLDING YOUR PILLOW, AND HOLDING IT TIGHT, AS MY CRIES OF SORROW PIERCES THE QUITE, I CALL OUT YOUR NAME IN THE DARK OF NIGHT, I ASK FOR ONLY, ONE LAST CHANCE TO TOUCH YOUR FACE, TO HOLD YOU CLOSE ONE MORE TIME IN THE DARK OF NIGHT. .THE ONLY ANSWER THAT I HEAR, IS THE SHATERING SOUND OF A BREAKING HEART, AND THE ROARING SOUND OF THE SEA OF TEARS , AS I BEGIN FALLING APART., MY FINGERS KEEP SEARCHING THE EMPTY SPACE , WISHING FOR ONE LAST CHANCE TO REACH OUT AND CARESS YOUR FACE.THEY ONLY FIND YOU ARE NOT THERE, THE COLD ROUGH SHEET AWAITS THEM THERE, AS THEY KEEP SEARCHING IN THE DARK NIGHT AIR.
poem by Judy Compton
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Tonight I Let My Eyes To Tell You
Another day in my life begins,
I wake up in your arms again,
What magic happen that you in my life exist,
And you are meant to be mine.
Our first meeting night,
Bind us together in a kiss,
You brought me passion and white roses,
And a nice smile on your lovely face.
In the night of our first kiss,
From passion and kisses our love was born,
My heart was yours and you hold it,
Till life will reach the final end.
Tonight i let my eyes to tell you,
When i look into your eyes,
How much i miss and i adore you,
How much i love you day by day.
I gave you my hand to hold it,
And you look with love into my eyes,
I gave to you my heart with love,
So you can have it till the end of time.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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Me And The Man
the man arguing bluntly from the morning
many time I told him not I your peace
not I the heat to hit the target most above
the light where resides super imposed beauty
to magnify glory of creation life and dust
the man yet hopeful to help the harpoon
just before it pinning to himself with agony
cluster of sequence never raise before his death
the man more vacant with deepest his pretend
to trust any chief whom graved by night
a liquid tranquil the soul of nothingness
mitigating from morning to ask me a why
perhaps last a man seems to be asked
before drowning in the ocean of time and dark
told him many times you never meet your desire
never fulfilled the lust you felt to mistify
the moments of logging into long horizon
to lost the identity of human whom satan never choose
to flap the flags of eternal morbidity
the man simply arguing from decent to dirt
from achieving to unachieved
from fiction to affinity
and told him currently undone my proposition
for the hunt I never being haunted...
Pranab k c
06/05/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Til' The Last Drop
My pen has only a little ink before it is dry, but my heart still has many more words to say. So I will write until my heart has no more words to say or ’til the last drop.
My dear sweet love;
It has been several years since my eyes have had the pleasure of seeing your beautiful face, or my arms the pleasure of feeling your warm embrace.
But I’d like you to know ‘til the last tear dropp falls
from my eyes, in my heart your love will lie.
‘Til the last dropp of love leaves my heart, you and I will never part.
‘Til the last dropp of compassion is drained from my soul, in my arms you I will forever hold.
It has been several years since you been out my life, and even through you’re in heaven you’re still my wife.
Well, my love the words are starting to fade, but not because my heart has no more to say, but my pen is going dry.
But before the last dropp I’d like you to know I will love you ‘til the day I die.
Amazing Unknown
doors and windows dipped in dark
closing tight you sleep alone
when you sleep opens window other
another you just moving free from you
whether desert or jungle
whether graveyard or womb
your high ankles never touch the soil
swimming deep in moonlit waves
Ocean tranquils your immense burns
beauty placid fills your veins nerves
the blue above smiles
invites the journey with clouds
the shore
mangroves
long long stretched their mysterious depth
unrest your passion
diving desperate to embrace uncertain
fly with wind wings you spread
cities unknown of forgotten past
countryside-inn of unknown janapadas
opens window another
to brief you cosmic abyss
fly you cry you laugh your unchanted aura
when you sleep
always curious I can't follow
the journey
you alone
the journey
the glide...!
Pranab k c
Edited on 06/10/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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It's Just A Song (Lyric) :
You hear the sound of the song.
It's coming on real strong.
It gives you a sense of strength.
it filters through the air.
It lifts you off the ground.
We hear from town to town.
It's just a song-sung-long.
A sing-a-long-song-sung.
It's just a song.
it's just a song.
A sing-a-long-song-sung.
It's just a song.
It takes you out in space.
Closer to second base.
It follows through so cool.
The smoothest thing for you.
A sound that sounds so clear.
A sound you'll want to hear.
It's just a song-sung-long.
A sing-a-long-song-sung.
It's just a song.
It's just a song.
It's just a-song-sung-long.
A sing-a-long-song-sung.
It's just a song.
It sends you through the air.
A sound that makes you high.
It makes you feel so good.
A sound that always should.
Just lifts you off the ground.
We hear from town to town.
It's just a-song-sung-long.
A sing-a-long-song-sung.
It's just a song.
It's just a song.
It's just a-song-sung-long.
A sing-a-long-song-sung.
It's just a song.
it's just a song..
Song-Lyric-Poetry by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1989,2009..
ALL rights reserved..
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Got A Hold On Me
Got A Hold On Me
You're standing over me
Sometimes I hardly breathe at all
I need a little room
I need a lot of moon
I got to find it soon or I'll fall
Into the emptiness
Into the dark abyss
Too deep to climb the walls
Sometimes I want to flee
But that could never be
You got a hold on me
You got a hold on me
And I'm dancing to your song
You got a hold on me
And it's my heart you're holding on
You got the sweetest smile
You got a certain style
And I can never get enough
Of the way you move
And the way we groove
When it's feeling right to the touch
Then you turn around
And you stomp me down
And you want to call it love
You know it makes me bleed
But I could never leave
You got a hold on me
You got a hold on me
And I'm dancing to your song
You got a hold on me
And it's my heart you're holding on
You got a hold on me
I keep dancing to your song
You got a hold on me
And it's my heart you're holding on
song performed by by Shania Twain from Shania Twain
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Two Little Turtles
I saw them-
two little turtles holding hands
standing heads up above a dark stone;
One was slightly above the other,
clutching his lover's hand.
I went near them and stared as the
one below hid her face from me.
Sweet as they seem, I wondered
if ever they, in their graceful moves
feel the heat of the passion built.
The passion of touching one another-
of just even being close to each other.
I wish you'd see them too...
two little turtles holding hands.
I looked up at the sky waving at me
as though he saw the loneliness in my eyes.
And then i wondered where you are
and when can i hold your hand,
or when can i just be with you;
when can we be together
like the two little turtles
sweetly holding hands.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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He Loves Me
He loves me this I know
Everything he does, tells me so
I love the beauty of his soul
To see him, is something wonderful to behold
The love he shows me, has been from the start
His realness, this man has touched my heart
Not to mention his soulful touch
Let me know he loves me so very much
He has touched my heart, soul and mind
His love is one that most people will never find
When I look in his eyes, what do I see?
A Real man and I know he loves me
He has forever
Been in my life
For his heart speaks my name
He is my lover
For everything he does
Is to let me know his love for me
No sea or ocean can keep his arms
From my dark chocolate skin
For it is my brown sugar
His wishes to be in...
And his brown skin, I want close to mine
As we move against each other, and forget about time....
As our love...making... we love to express
The passion that binds us and nothing else
His loving fulfills..... me like no other
So blissful, like slow molasses
He is the one that I desire... not another...
As far as the ocean is wide
And through miles of water that is the sea
I was blessed with that special someone
And my man.....He loves me......
I carry the magic that is He
I know I am loved, no matter what we are going through...........
He is the beautiful music to my ears
The calmness to my fears
Two hearts drawn together, by destiny
He is my forever.......and He loves me.
He love you for there is on other...
The choice...you from up above...
My warm... entwined with the inner
that is you....Oooo... baby...
My (HAND MADE) queen...
Crafted by the almighty just for me...
I taste you when there is no you...
I feel you when there is no you...
I, I, I....love you my queen...
Head to toe...
There is no place on you I shall not go...
Hold my hand and let just walk and talk...
Smile for me my sweet Heavenly... Made Treat...
Written by: whisperkwane and Lowanda Lee(c) 2011
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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