A Dumb Cuckoo!
Sweetie! Sweetie! O my Sweetie!
When will you smile my Sweetie?
To make this young heart fall into rapture!
Where have you been to delve into books?
Oh, which of the schools has you, as its guest?
When will you be back to comfort my mind?
Till then I shall be a dumb cuckoo!
So tell me, O Sweetie! Tell me; be kind. (Sweetie! ...rapture!)
When will I hear your crystal clear voice?
Oh, whom I can share my feelings and thoughts!
God is my well-wisher hiding into my heart!
To Him I need not mail my grief!
So tell me, O Sweetie! Tell me in brief. (Sweetie! .......rapture!)
I wander in this world as a deaf- mute.
Oh, your absence will decimate my soul!
Embezzler of my, care in studies!
When shall I get back my graphic memory?
Till then, I shall be a silent guy.
So tell me, O dearie! Have no shy. (Sweetie! .....rapture!)
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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poem by Asif Andalib
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I Miss Home and My Sweet Sweetie
Every morning I wake up in this place
I think of home, familiar home
At home I would wake up to the sound of birds
Then do familiar things during the day
I miss home and my sweet Sweetie
Every morning I wake up in a strange bed
From breakfast on through all the day
I remember my sweet Sweetie
Wondering what she could be doing
I miss home and miss sweet Sweetie
Yesterday morning I went to the lake
I touched the water without excitement
I wished I was touching my sweet Sweetie
Or even bathing her
I miss home and my sweet Sweetie
This night I am late to sleep
I am thinking of my children
But I desire my sweet Sweetie more
Because touching her is my desire
I miss home and my sweet Sweetie
I will wake up in the morning
Having dreamt of my sweet Sweetie
Because she is on my mind even now at night!
I know I think of her day and night
I miss home and my sweet Sweetie
poem by Nyota Yasulwe
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Sweetie, Moon and The Sun Moving Strangely!
Sweetie, Moon and the Sun moving strangely!
Since I travelled far away working for a living
Busy when the hot Sun rushed through the day
I failed to pick flowers for sweet Sweetie
Sun gave the night to the cool moon
But the moon is too slow in the sky
Slow when thoughts go to my sweet Sweetie.
Tonight I want to sleep so that I don't notice the darkness
Dark outside and dark inside my heart
Because sweet Sweetie's presence would have brightened it
But I see emptiness of sleep in darkness
Not filled by my books and work
Sleep is fleeting like snowflakes, untouchable
As my heart desires my sweet Sweetie
How lovely is sweet Sweetie when asleep?
I pray that the moon will push the night
That the sun runs slowly during the day when I am busy
That the moon moves faster at night to lessen desire
Desire for her welcome hug and kiss
When sweet Sweetie comes to her place in my arms
The Sun and Moon should stop in bliss!
poem by Nyota Yasulwe
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Sweetie, Start the Day with a Smile
Sweetie, start the day with a smile
Your smile always melts my heart
So I am here imagining that you are smiling
It brings out the best face for you
Smile, you are so lovely smiling Sweetie
I hope you slept and have woken up well
I know you are as lovely as ever
I pray that you have a lovely song in your heart
I hope you are happy this morning
All these come out when you are smiling Sweetie
Because your face is the mirror of your heart
Smile is the language of joy and love
Smile is a way to a successful day
Smile every moment that's worth living
Your smile wins my heart Sweetie
So keep a smile on your face today!
I keep smiling by imagining your smile
Your smile is the diamond on Sweetie's face
poem by Nyota Yasulwe
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Morning on the Beach and wish I was with Sweetie
Morning on the beach and wish I was with Sweetie
Wind whines and whines the moments away
The crazy sea keeps moving and groaning
Oh.. how I wish it was me moving and groaning with Sweetie
From the far end, white sands of the beach
Grey sea comes to the shore and back
Some old tourists touch and play with the water
Oh.. how I wish it was me touching and playing with Sweetie
From the east the sun rises over the beach
Red big, bright and mighty rays
The Sun promises to be happy and hot as always
Oh.. how I wish I was happy and hot with Sweetie always
From the grounds plants waking up to a bright day on the beach
Darkness disappearing as the sun rises
Just like fear disappears when love and joy comes
Oh.. how I wish, my joy and love remove fear from Sweetie
poem by Nyota Yasulwe
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Mr. Lee
(emma pought/jannie pought/helen gathers/laurawebb/rether dixon)
One, two, three, look at mr. lee
Three, four, five, look at him jive
Mr. lee, mr. lee
Oh, mr. lee
Mr. lee, mr. lee
Oh, mr. lee
Mr. lee
I met my sweetie
His name is mr. lee
I met my sweetie
His name is mr. lee
He's the hansomest sweetie
That you ever did see
My heart is achin' for you mr. lee
My heart is achin' for you mr. lee
'cause i love you so
And i'll never let you go
Mr. lee, mr. lee
Oh, mr. lee
Mr. lee, mr. lee
Oh, mr. lee
Mr. lee, mr. lee
Oh, mr. lee
Mr. lee
Here comes mr. lee
He's coming for me
Here comes mr. lee
He's coming for me
He's my lover boy
Let's jump for joy
Come on mr. lee and do your stuff
Come on mr. lee and do your stuff
'cause you're gonna be mine
Till the end of time
One, two, three, look at mr. lee
Three, four, five, look at him jive
One, two, three, look at mr. lee
Three, four, five, look at him jive
Mr. lee, mr. lee
Oh, mr. lee
Mr. lee, mr. lee
Oh, mr. lee
Mr. lee, mr. lee
Oh, mr. lee
Mr. lee
One, two, three, look at mr. lee
Three, four, five, look at him jive
Mr. lee, mr. lee
Oh, mr. lee
Mr. lee, mr. lee
Oh, mr. lee
Mr. lee, mr. lee
Oh, mr. lee
Mr. lee
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Sky Over Us
Sky, always blue sky, so blue, gray and shy
It only appears when there are clouds to dissapear
Then comes the sun, so warm as the love of a father
Just like the love I have for my sweet Sweetie
Sky, this night the sky full of lights but still dark
It keeps people from walking or working with it dim lights
Then looking again I see the beauty of the star arrangements
Just like the beauty of my sweet Sweetie
Sky, protective and iluminating to all life
Watching over all under the sky without falling on them
Then lighting and watering God's creation under it
Just like I want to bless with love my sweet Sweetie
Sky, covering and gathering all under it
As a hen gathers her chicks under it's wings
Then keeping them warm and safe from preditors
Just like peacefully in my arms I desire my sweet Sweetie
poem by Nyota Yasulwe
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A Christmas Eve Conversation
“Why can’t we go in daddy”
“Maybe another time sweetie”
“Dad, what happened to rags? ”
“He’s found a good home I think”
“Are we gonna have a Christmas tree daddy? ”
“Maybe next year if we’re lucky”
“Where’s mom daddy? ”
“That’s where we’re goin now sweetie”
“Is she waiting for us on the corner? ”
“Yeah, that’s kind of our home right now”
“Why can’t we stay here Dad? ”
“Other people live here now”
“Why? ”
“because it’s somebody else’s home now”
“but why daddy? ”
“Well, sweetie, things just happen”
“Why’d they happen to us? ”
“Don’t know why Sweetknees”
“Does it happen to everybody? ”
“Yeah, we’re not alone”
“Things will get better…won’t they dad? ”
You betcha’ kiddo, , , They always did before
“Now we gotta go help your mamma”…
“This isn’t our home anymore”
“Will you carry me dad? ”
“You bet! ”
“why does mom cry when she sees us comin‘? ”
“Cause she’s always happy to see us”
“Will she smile and laugh again, Dad? ”
“ She will…That’s why there’s tears in her eyes, hon’”
“Cause she’ll always have you and me”
“I’m glad Dad! ”
“Me too sweety! Gotta big smile ready for your mamma? ”
“Don’t be silly daddy, I always do! ”
“Daddy will we ever come back here again? ”
“Nope! Like I said before…
…its not our home anymore.”
poem by David Whalen
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More Than a Friend
You were more than a friend sweetie
More than a friend
What a fool I was then
I wanted it to end!
My life seems like
A thousand years of loneliness
And still my life is like
A long long wild goose chase!
I am so sorry sweetie
I am so sorry
Now I know it could be
A perfect love story!
Now I repent so many times
But it’s in vain
Because it’s too late for us to
Start it again!
poem by Asif Andalib
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Listen to me sweetie!
Listen to me sweetie!
She looked at me and asked:
We have been struggling hard,
When will this struggle end?
I raised my eyes and said,
Sweetie, this will all end.
And then we shall all be free,
Like birds flying from tree to tree.
Our children will laugh and dance,
Their friends will sing with a prance.
No more injustice shall be done.
We will smile again and have fun.
It was past dawn with a new day.
That gave us hope with the first ray.
We knew the struggle was over.
We knew it made us even braver.
No day, no night lasts for ever,
poem by Omar Jabak
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Now I feel so cool sweetie
Now I feel so cool sweetie cool like lonely winter
I am dying but you are like hot and sweet summer!
Now you don’t need me anymore
Now you don’t want me anymore
But I love you as before!
Now I know it’s not a very big sin
Sweetie to love you is not too mean!
But you don’t love me anymore
And you don’t miss me anymore
But I love you as before!
poem by Asif Andalib
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Mutual Head Club
Well it's getting colder and you're getting distant
and I just keep thinkin
that I never meant it to be like this (to be like this)
You know what comes next (so do I)
Youre begging for a way to gracefully bow out
and say goodnight
It's worse than you think
On your way home, you should have known
you never listen to me
Im only complaining to keep myself busy, sweetie
Im only complaining to keep myself busy, sweetie
I cant say I blame you
but I wish that I could
Im sick of writing every song about you
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me
song performed by by Taking Back Sunday
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sweetie's Poesies
Based at home
I get the time
To do his job
Searches, covering
Letters and applications
Whenever he wants
New openings…
I'm his private
Secretary, you
May say :)
Wish he also
Had the time
To give me
An audience
For my poetry.
He's so busy
With his work
That many a time
If I feel like
Sharing my
Composition
With him,
Just to get a
Second opinion,
I don't get him.
Why?
He's in the office ;)
On the weekends
And holidays, I feel
Elated if he lends me
His ears for some
Renditions of my poems
Though such precious
Moments are hard to
Come by…because of
His family commitments.
I look towards his
Retirement days…
When he'll be able to
Spare some of his time,
For reading and reflecting.
By then, if I'm well
And alive, I would
Love to read my poetry
To him, or else he can
Bask in my memories,
Perusing his Sweetie's
Poesies…
(My husband always addresses me as Sweetie in all his mails and callings of me, even when he's angry with me ;) LOL: D
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Blue Channel
and i'm not so sure
if i'm sure of anything, anymore
so this is the last night
that you'll be keeping secrets from me
hit the lights before you leave, you know of
the million things you had to say sorry just
just might have found its way in there somehow, someway
but dont worry sweetie cause i already know
and im not so sure
if i'm sure of anything, anymore
and this is the last night (this is the last night)
that you'll be keeping secrets from me
you're so guilty it's desgusting he's been
sneaking underneath your sheets
your hands in places that they probably shouldnt go
but dont worry sweetie, cause i already know
regardless, my pictures
well they dont line your mirror
regardless you know that
(i'll still wait for your call)
regardless, my pictures
well they dont line your mirror
regardless you know that
(i'll still wait for your call)
honestly, this is the last time
that i'll see you
(i'll still wiat for your call)
too much you guys been up to
song performed by by Taking Back Sunday
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A wonder of nature
The solar eclipse
Is a wonder of nature
So are you sweetie
poem by Asif Andalib
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My Flying Kisses
My flying kisses
Are crossing thousands of miles
For you my sweetie
poem by Asif Andalib
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Father You a Daughter
Sweetie, you know you are all I want in a mate,
Every time that I had ever needed in a lady;
No other can compare to your mystique so great,
So I want you to have my very next baby.
Bear my child, sweetheart...
Your beauty, strength, your grace, and intellect,
Brilliance beyond anyone I have ever known;
The spirit you have inspires me to pay respect
Every good woman and I want raise one of my own.
Bear my child, sweetheart...
Let me father you a daughter,
Knock you up and make us a baby girl;
Let me father you a daughter,
Go every night to bring her to the world.
I cannot resist you,
So bear my daughter, boo.
This child will be our legacy, but another you,
With your very enticing smile, sexy eyes;
I cannot wait to go all night making love to you
For a baby, sharing your joy between your thighs.
Carry my seed, baby...
Never will I part from you, keep it in overnight,
Ready to accept the amazing paternity of two;
A daughter with your way of thinking and life,
If tomorrow ends tonight, I must impregnate you.
Carry my seed, baby...
Let me father you a daughter,
Knock you up and make us a baby girl;
Let me father you a daughter,
Go every night to bring her to the world.
I cannot resist you,
So bear my daughter, boo.
They say the man must do all the work
If we really want to have a pretty little princess;
Baby, just lay back and let me work
Starting with your mind to all five senses.
Knock you up, sweetie...
Passion marks over spots I already licked,
Kisses trace each place my fingertips ran;
Battlefield Bedroom is the place to get some...
If love is war, then I will declare it much as I can.
Knock you up, sweetie...
Let me father you a daughter,
Knock you up and make us a baby girl;
Let me father you a daughter,
Go every night to bring her to the world.
I cannot resist you,
So bear my daughter, boo.
Bear my child, carry my seed, baby
To not knock you up would be crazy;
Such a dream of mine come true,
And I long to savor moments with you.
By far the finest from sole to crown,
I truly love to please you up and down;
To have you walking around with my child,
Makes the obstacles we faced worthwhile.
Let me father you a daughter,
Knock you up and make us a baby girl;
Let me father you a daughter,
Go every night to bring her to the world.
I cannot resist you,
So bear my daughter, boo.
poem by Sr. Lamar Ingraham
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Don't Take Lifts From Dames
Whose car
did you get out of?
Dolly asked.
Some dame
from the bedding department,
you replied.
She’s been bedding you
I suppose? Dolly said.
No, you replied,
she’s seven months pregnant.
So you got her pregnant huh?
Can’t keep your hands
to yourself can you.
I just got a lift home
by her that’s all.
You took off your coat
and went to the sitting room
and poured yourself a drink.
Dolly followed you in.
I found this name
in your pocket book.
A girl’s name.
You recognise it? Eh?
She showed you
the pocket book.
You read the name.
That’s just some dame
whose name I put down
who’s been shoplifting.
So you say.
For all I know
you’re having it off
with her too.
Maybe you’re having all
the dames at the store.
I’m a security guard
not a Casanova, you said.
She went off
out to the kitchen
muttering to herself.
You drained your drink
and poured another.
You could hear her
in the kitchen
slamming down
pots and pans
and cursing the air.
I don’t screw any dames
but you, you said.
You’re my Sweetie pie.
Dolly came back
to the door way
and stared at you.
You mean that?
Sure I do.
Every single word?
Every single word.
I’m your Sweetie pie?
Sure you are.
And you ain’t been sleeping
with no other woman?
No, of course I haven’t.
Never would.
Dolly’s glassy gaze softened.
She pushed back
her hair from her eyes.
Ok Sexy Boy
maybe I believe you.
Maybe you’re telling
me the truth.
Maybe I got you wrong.
She turned and went back
in the kitchen.
You sighed softly.
BUT IF YOU’RE LYING TO ME
I’ll POKE OUT YOUR EYES
she bellowed.
Out in the kitchen
Dolly banged around.
You emptied the glass.
A love was dying.
You could sense it
in your bones and
in the hollow sound.
poem by Terry Collett
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Luscious Guy
Branches reaching to the sky,
'climb up' says I,
up high,
where I can spy
that luscious guy
who's caught my eye.
He is nearby
but he's kind of shy,
perhaps a smile is worth a try.
Oh My!
I can't deny
he could add stimuli
and he's very spry.
I'm pretty sure that he could electrify, or even petrify,
but he would very certainly, satisfy.
He'd be my sweetie pie,
if I could only occupy
his personae.
Oh Gosh! I shouldn't pry.
should I!
I think I'll say goodbye!
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Please Not Another Love Song
Please not another love song.
Pease no more baby,
Baby I need you.
Honey honey
I love you.
Please no more.
We all know the truth,
We all know how people leave us.
Just please not another love song.
We all know it's a lie how people are always there for us.
Then they turn their backs and we will be stuck with that love song.
So please no more songs that involve love.
Please no more sugar sugar your the only one in my eyes.
Sweetie, sweetie I want to me with you.
Just please not another love song.
We all know what happens at the end,
We get a heartache while the stupid love songs are on the radio. Please, Please no more.
No more songs about love
Cause we all know the end of the story.
We will be in pieces.
Please Please no more Sunshine, Sunshine
Your my sunshine,
Or no more Hunnybun, Hunnybun I am sticked to you.
We all know there's not a happy ending.
So just please not another love song.
Our hearts cannot take another.
We all know how the nightmare begins.
We'll be happy,
Then you'll go break our hearts.
While we'll listen to that love song.
So please, please no more love songs.
No more hun, hun I need to be with you.
We all know the truth about these love songs.
Please no more sunsflower, sunflower your my only sun.
Please not another love song
Cause we don't need to get hurt then listen to a sappy love song.
We all know the truth.
So therefore please not another love song.
poem by Makayla Straight
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