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Poem of Child 1

Wondering at the world,
Feeling the soft touch of hands,
And warmth of her breast,
Smelling her fragrance,
Hearing beloved mother's voice
I opened my eyes!

Wonderful was that first sight,
Where then I found father, brothers and sisters,
Where I was before these people found me?

unknown I was, may be a traveller,
Or may be some charged cosmic ray,
May I am here million times,
Each time not lucky to know parents,
Sometimes came out egg breaking shells,
May Sometime breaking seedcoat,
Lifting my head above ground,
Germinating plant or may be as a magot in fruit,
However I am lucky this time,
Where I can know myself,
Seeing my face at least in mirror,
This time feeling more love,
More hopes,
Learning languages and knowledge of ages,
I grow with smile, smile on face of others
on my thoughts and deeds,
Words and thoughts,
Smile grew on Face of my parents with my growth!

Mastering senses one by one,
Mastering legs and hands,
Mastering own mind step by step,
I move here with time and space,
I had to adjust with this clock and distance,
Yes each evrytime I have to adjust to the clock,
My body clock to be synchronized everytime!

poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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People In Love

People in love do funny things
Walk under buses and burn their wings
People like us do nothing right
Talk to the ceiling into the night
Look at the smile in her eyes
I knew I was right in my bones
I feel the turnin of wheels as it grows
Look at my face in her eyes
Am I right, am I wrong
Shes given me butterflies all along
Ooh sitting alone in the dark
Ooh feeling you close to me
Were in a dream
But the hands on the clock seem to know
Tell me its time to go
People in love play silly games
Running in circles and everywhere
People like us can make believe
Love is forever and Ill never be
Ooh sitting alone in the dark
Ooh feeling you close to me
Were in a dream
But the hands on the clock seem to know
Tell us its time to go

song performed by by 10 Cc
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How Beautiful Is Pregnancy

A man is so glad to know- that inside you
His child grows.
The most beautiful thing on this earth
Is a woman giving birth.

As her stomach starts to grow
And her soft caressing hands begin to show
You'll see her face take on a radiating glow.

She will see life in a different way
As her motherly instincts come into play.
her body which she had taken for granted before
Is about to open a new door.
This is the door to life
and as you do the pushing pains
From this moment on your life will change.

And when you feel that child stretching
Those walls of life
You'll know it was worth the pains and sacrifice.

You may see its head and then its face
Searching this unfamiliar place.
Looking for the warmth that it knew
When it was inside of you.

It will take some time for the child to adjust
But it'll recall your gentle touch
Now the first step comes into place
When you look at each others face.

An indefinable feeling that you can't put into words
But for nine months this child has heard.
The beating of its mothers heart
Had become as one
And a new life had begun.
Now you have become what GOD intended
A mother of life - of hopes and dreams
And all that is seen and unseen.

Look deeply into that child s eyes
And it will take you where you've
Never been before - as it opens
Up its souls door.

This is what - 'as a man'- I see
And you can't take that away from me.

poem by Louis Rams
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Moment In Time

there was a time i loved your face,
i loved your smile,
i loved your everything
and suddenly my world crashed in million peaces,
i hated your face, i hated your smile,
i hated your everything,
as the time passed i learned to live with it,
learned to see your face,
learned to see you smile,
yet your smile was never the same,
i know there is something missing,
that shadow over your face is something new,
but where is the shine in your eyes i used to see,
i used to love, it is not in your eyes,
that shadow stole it,
that shadow which is all over your face, what is it?
i'd like to know will i ever see a smile i loved,
or was it just a dream, a moment in time i got lost in
, and i never found way out, i tried to find it
but i know now that i'm lost forever in that short moment
, now i beg you to show me the way out
or i'll never love anyones face or any other smile
, please let me out of that prison of your eyes,
let me be free from your smile,
i need to get out i need to see the light again,
this shadows are killing me,
let me go or move the shadows away
and keep me forever locked in your smile,
in your eyes and in your heart

poem by San Dii
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A Charm invests a face

the face - is the record
of time now and beyond
a million stories in sight,
sound, taste and senses
known and unknown
sad face - it's a scar of the earth really
happy face - it is an extension
of the bloom to help the earth smile
sad face it soon seeks its way
out in another face
a mirror to another world
where there is every reason to shine again
hidden in - some features
are some wonderful tales of yester years
- prophets, fairies and those
who had seen god
if you have the blessings
to reach out to them
if you have consumed the bible,
the koran and other
heavenly sent books -
you know the face is
the most artistic chore
of the Creator
- he makes sure no two are alike
joseph the most blessed of them all

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Prince

Now I see his face, I see his smile
Such a lonely place, no golden mile
Eyes tell of morbid tales of his black heart
His deeds through ages past tell of his part
See his face, see his smile
Time to die
Angel from below, change my dreams
I want for glory's hour, for wealth's esteem
I wish to sell my soul, to be reborn
I wish for earthly riches, don't want no crown of thorns
See his face, see his smile
Time to die
I was born a fool, don't want to stay that way
Devil take my soul, with diamonds you repay
I don't care for heaven, so don't you look for me to cry
And I will burn in hell, from the day I die
See his face, see his smile
Time to die

song performed by by Metallica
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The Old School Clock

'Twas a quaint old clock with a quaint old face,
and great iron weights and chain.
It stopped when it liked, and before it struck
it creaked as if 'twere in pain.
It had seen many years, and it seemed to say,
'I'm one of the real old stock',
To the youthful fry, who with reverence looked
on the face of the old school clock.
What a terrible frown did the old clock wear
to the truant who timidly cast
An anxious eye on those merciless hands,
that for him had been moving too fast!
But its frown soon changed, for it loved to smile
on the thoughtless, noisy flock,
And it creaked and whirred, and struck with glee,
Did that genial, good humoured old clock.
Well, years had passed, and my mind was filled
with the world, its cares and ways,
When again I stood in that little school
where I passed my boyhood days.
My old friend was gone! And there hung a thing
that my sorrow seemed to mock,
As I gazed with a tear and a softened heart
at a new-fashioned Yankee clock.

'Tis the way of the world. Old friends pass away
and fresh faces arise in their stead.
But still 'mid the din and bustle of life
we cherish fond thoughts of the dead.
Yes, dearly those memories cling round my heart,
and bravely withstand Time's rude shock;
But not one is more dear or more hallowed to me
than the face of that old school clock.

poem by John Boyle O'Reilly
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The Prince

(originally recorded by diamond head)
Now I see his face, I see his smile
Such a lonely place, no golden mile
Eyes tell of morbid tales, of his black heart
His deeds through ages past, tell of his part
See his face, see his smile
Time to die
Yo-ooh, wo-ooh, noo
Angel from below, change my dreams
I want for glorys hour, for wealths esteem
I wish to sell my soul, to be reborn
I wish for earthly riches, dont want no crown of thorns
See his face, see his smile
Time to die
Wo-ooh, oo-ooh, noo
I was born a fool, dont want to stay that way
Devil take my soul, with diamonds you repay
I dont care for heaven, so dont you look for me to cry
And I will burn in hell, from the day I die
See his face, see his smile
Time to die
Wo-ooh, no-ooh, no

song performed by by Metallica
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Much That I Remember About You

I remember you
I remember the first time I saw you
Looking up and there you were, an angel on earth
It occurred when I didn’t expect it, wasn’t looking
Seeing you and thinking that you were pretty
Seeing you and wondering why, afterwards, I
Remember you more now

I remember your voice
I remember the first time I heard and it enchanted me
Dulcet tones playing hypnotic music disguised as a woman’s voice
It happened in conversation, in the harmony of all you spoke
Hearing the coy happiness in the words we shared
Hearing the smile in your tone so that I
Remember your voice now

I remember your eyes
I remember the first time I became lost in them
How it was a time when our eyes met in more than just a glance
It happened in a moment, together with you
Seeing in your eyes more than just a casual interest
Seeing in your eyes myself and us which is why I
Remember your eyes now

I remember your skin
I remember the first time I felt the touch of your skin
When your fingertips brushed mine in flirting invitation
It flashed in a moment, skin to skin
Feeling the electricity of your touch, your skin against mine
Feeling the heat passing between us as I
Remember the feel of your skin now

I remember how you made me feel
I remember the first time I admitted to myself
What I felt for you was more than just friendship
It came in a moment, talking with you
Realizing that every thought of you made me smile
Realizing that each smile made me
Remember even more how you made me feel

I remember why I fell for you
I remember this all the time now
The memory comes in thoughts, your voice, your eyes
It happens in every moment these days, loving you
Knowing that what happened between us is a good beginning
Knowing that we could be much more always helps me
Remember constantly why I fell in love with you

poem by David Terry
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Every Time I Look In The Mirror

Every time I look in the mirror
The tragedy keeps coming back
The echo’s from her pain
Creeping up inside my bones
It hurts too much to remember
The times that use to be

Every time I look in the mirror
Being trapped in my thoughts
Those painful visions
The memories of the night
My mind rewinding
And playing over again

Every time I look in the mirror
I keep seeing his face in disgust
Imaging his enabled pleasure
So proud by his accomplishment
As I look at him in despair

Every time I look in the mirror
Realizing that it’s all over
And did nothing to stop it
Helping her off the floor
Tattooed in a bloody scar
Choked in her every breath

Every time I look in the mirror
My heart races like a horse
Feeling it in my every move
My quivering body shaking with fear
So still I can feel my pulse

Every time I look in the mirror
I realize how much I miss her
And just want her back
That’s my secret wish
As I lay in bed every night
Wondering, wishing and praying

Every time I look in the mirror
The stillness of my image
The quietness of my thoughts
The sadness from my guilt
Over loading me inside
And the silence of my tears

Every time I look in the mirror
I can’t help but think
What would have happened
If it were me.. not her

poem by Emma Reid
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Fool In The Rain

(jones/page/plant)
Well theres a light in your eye that keeps shining
Like a star that cant wait for the night
I hate to think Ive been blinded baby
Why cant I see you tonight?
And the warmth of your smile starts a-burnin
And the thrill of your touch gives me fright
And Im shaking so much, really yearning
Why dont you show up, make it all right?
Yeah, its all right.
And if you promised youd love so completely
And you said you would always be true
You swore that you would never leave me, baby:
What ever happened to you?
And you thought it was only in movies
As you wish all your dreams would come true
It aint the first time believe me, baby
Im standin here feeling blue
Yeah Im blue
Now I will stand in the rain on the corner
Ill watch the people go shuffling downtown
Another ten minutes no longer
And then Im turning around
The clock on the walls moving slower
My heart it sinks to the ground
And the storm that I thought would blow over
Clouds the light of the love that I found
Now my body is starting to quiver
And the palms of my hands getting wet
Ive got no reason to doubt you baby,
Its all a terrible mess
Ill run in the rain till Im breathless
When Im breathless Ill run till I drop, hey
The thoughts of a fools kind of careless
Im just a fool waiting on the wrong block, oh yeah
Light of the love that I found...

song performed by by Led Zeppelin
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The Hanging Clocks

One beautiful day we sailed together,
One beautiful day we walked together,
On one beautiful day you whispered to me,
That one beautiful day you held my hand,
On one beautiful day, we were a fairytale,
So much in love and so inspired,
Like the clock in motion,
Until it fell from the wall

One wonderful day you looked at me,
One wonderful day, it was me and you,
One wonderful day, we made untold history,
That wonderful day, uncountable smile
The days of the heavy winds approached,
Deceived by the one you trusted,
Let down by the hands that put you up,
The wind in periodic forces,
The hanging clocks did fall and break

One pitiful day the clocks fell down,
The fragile glass breaking into pieces,
Hear the sound of my breaking heart,
One pitiful day you walked away,
We could have been that we believed,
One pitiful day you made me a fool
That pitiful day, my eyes flooded,
Yes you really hurt me my love

Me and you a falling clock,
Me and you a tale of lost love,
Me and you a replica of found hurt,
You and me, the genesis of separation,
An exodus of all that seemed to be,
Yes the clocks are falling,
Hear the sound of breaking glasses,
Pronounced flux and total dysfunction

poem by Gaylord Munemo
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The clock is clicking

The clock is clicking
It is clicking to show just then
A time span of one second
Has become the past
The clock is clicking

Each click means a step
Towards your progress and growth
Optimistic wisdom says
The clock is clicking

Each click means a nail
Onto your coffin
Philosophical wisdom says
The clock is clicking

Each click means the arrival
Of a child in India
Population expert worries
The clock is clicking

Each click means the committal
Of a crime
Police personnel observes
The clock is clicking

Each click means a travel of 2.5 km
In space of the earth's surface
Astromer estimates
The clock is clicking

Each click means a change
In fortune of an individual
Astrologer announces
The clock is clicking

Each click means the admission
Of a heart patient
Health specialist heaves
The clock is clicking

Each click means the drain
Of my battery
The clock cries within
The clock is clicking

Let the clock be clicking
Let any one have his or her inkling
Let us be lively and kicking
Let nothing stop us becoming a king

The clock is clicking

poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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A Clock Stopped

poetry in progress

the old wooden clock at
the grocery store ticks on
and on on the wall of my mind
taking me back to childhood years

it peeks at me every time
i pass by one lone child
hungering for love and
sweet adventures

in it a mirror pendulum
stands very still to the one
in my mind that tilts to
to and fro, to and fro
a child concentrating
on his yo yo

the golden horse on its top
gives it a different chi
with spanned wings that
looks ever anxious to
take me to wherever
i wish to be - carte blanche
so long i have the time

it is a no show though
the minute and hour needles
do the same hands over head
posture of a ballet dancer
yesterday, today and tomorrow

and the clock looks onto me
like a deaf man with all the
endowments to talk but without a
proper word to get things across
so that he is all hands and fingers

a round and well bred
attentive audience numbered
one to twelve sit like ministers
as they wait for hands to point out
the importance of each, why
they should be at their place

the clock is old as myself
even time must grow old and
must stop one day and what a
graceful way to do so with
such a glamorous and
flamboyant posture and on
a face everyone once confided in
- a face that blandishes
a rough mole where
its owner would work
every now and then
to put back the health
of his time so that
it would chime at the right time
morn, noon and night

the clock invariably
takes me back to years ago
when our house was flying high
with a horse with spanned wings
that promised much fun with its hourly
ding dong ding dong solemn call
that never failed to to plough into us
the seriousness of time

then it was a new clock and
had dutifully counted the minutes
and seconds with absolute accuracy
as we inched our way up the
expectations of dad and mom
grannies, teachers, and friends

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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You Come To My Senses

I picture you on the beach
Lying in the sand
Out of reach of my trembling hands
I picture you in a car
Blonde hair in the wind
I picture you in my arms
And the touch of your skin
The smile on your face
The way that you taste
(chorus)
You come to my senses
Every time i close my eyes
I have no defenses
You come to my senses
I can't stop this ache inside
I have no defenses
You come to my senses
Driving home in the cold
January rain
I've got to find my way out of this pain
I reached for you in the night
I dreamed of your kiss
I woke before it got light
With your name on my lips
Alone in my bed
Your voice in my head
(chorus)
I picture you in my arms
And the touch of your skin
The smile on your face
The way that you taste
You come to my senses
Every time i close my eyes
I have no defenses
You come to my senses
I can't stop this ache inside
Oh, i have no defenses
You come to my senses
Ah...

song performed by by Chicago
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You Came To My Senses

I picture you on the beach
Lying in the sand
Out of reach of my trembling hands
I picture you in a car
Blonde hair in the wind
I picture you in my arms
And the touch of your skin
The smile on your face
The way that you taste
(chorus)
You come to my senses
Every time I close my eyes
I have no defenses
You come to my senses
I cant stop this ache inside
I have no defenses
You come to my senses
Driving home in the cold
January rain
Ive got to find my way out of this pain
I reached for you in the night
I dreamed of your kiss
I woke before it got light
With your name on my lips
Alone in my bed
Your voice in my head
(chorus)
I picture you in my arms
And the touch of your skin
The smile on your face
The way that you taste
You come to my senses
Every time I close my eyes
I have no defenses
You come to my senses
I cant stop this ache inside
Oh, I have no defenses
You come to my senses
Ah...

song performed by by Chicago
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Our Mother Princess Patchwork

The trees are stacked in cathedral contortions
I face the sun in setting.
The talisman evolves itself
Blossoms in the wildest shade
Never to fade but only to grow
Destroyed, its work is once more with all
By Adam Eve before the fall.

I’m gaining more within a realm of pain
Than I ever could by forgetting your name.

The prophecy fulfils itself
The blueprint divine is etched
The surface is scratched and what do you find?
Your mind.

Our mother princess patchwork

I remember now the way we would sing and beat matchsticks on the ground
Lost and found I am they say.

The words are a power unto themselves
The words are worlds recurring.
Senses souring
Blood sweat pouring

There’s no time for vanity in this insane hour
The clock has lost its face
And I feel out of place in a world of screwed perceptions

I see now the hills are giants slumbering
And here I am, numb within madness
Still….There’s no time for sadness.

Father of lies
Born from the seed of deceit

poem by David Lacey
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Locked Doors And Slow Closing Walls

In the aftermath of truth.
And the leaving behind,
The debris of wasted time.
Will those minds still clinging on,
To hopes and dreams...
Of turning back the clock,
Block and find themselves trapped...
Behind their locked doors and slow closing walls,
With hearts pounding and feeling chased...
Each step they take in a space,
Where a pacing being done becomes limited?

Will those minds still clinging on,
To hopes and dreams...
Of turning back the clock,
Ever discover...
What time for them it is?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A New Dream I Never Had: Revised

When the clock strikes 11: 11 I wish
When the clock strikes 12 I dream
At 1 I’m in love.
At 1 were together
Miles apart and yet together in our dreams
Beyond the highest cloud
Past the sun and the stars itself
In a world all of our own
We hold each other and dance
The beats go fast and slow as her voice goes high and low.
I never want this to end, just to dance forever
Staring straight into those lovely eyes
To have the touch of her soft lips on mine
To have he scent of her hair all around us
And the smile I want to lose myself in
She will never frown because she knows that I might die
But we notice our last moments and must end the night well
As our clocks strikes 6 and the must dream end
I fly back to my home
And she to hers
I don’t worry though
I’ll see her at 10 again

At 10 I’ll be lost in her smile
Wishing for the touch of her soft lips
And forever staring into those lovely eyes
Will I be able to hold her?
Will she dance with me?
We will have no music
Everyone will watch as she holds her hands inside mine
Now at 11: 11 I don’t need to wish
Now at 12 I don’t have to dream
At 1 we’ll be together
But for right now I’ll live in the moment
Because I’m holding her tightly
And never letting go
As she sings her song that plays high and low

The moon is our light
The trees our witness
The grass the dance floor
As I hold her she may not yet know
I am there for her
If she calls for me I will come running
She has not yet learned no matter what
Broken or dying
I will always come back
This is my promise
This is my swear
I shall be her sword and shield
Only if she needs me there
Katie my girl
Katie my sweet
I typed this poem
After dancing off my feet
The dream I had was beyond compare
You were beautiful
And I was there
You only laughed at me once
When I tripped on a leaf
I grimaced only once but I found relief
Because I saw that smile
The only smile that can save a life
It healed my leg and I jumped up back on my feet
And we continued to dance to a very gentle beat
This poem may seem corny
And you’re probably tired of hearing this line
But “honey I love you, if you love me will
You please smile for me”
So I can see your face and you can see mine.

Written: November 7,2009

poem by Ryan Collins
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I Am Time

i am time, more than that, i do not have only hands
i have feet, but like time,
i only move on, i cannot stop, i do not think anymore,
i just run
and i go round and round
not moving that far, i only move in the mind,
like time, i do not see, i have long plucked my eyes
from my sockets, but i still feel, like time,
i know what darkness is
what coldness is, and what anticipation is,
i sense the loneliness of my journey
the eternity of my dreams,
i heal because i forget,
and there is one thing that i wish, like time
weary of its round-the-clock work,
it wants rest, but there is none,
it wishes death, but still unknown.
i am time, and like the river i flow,
like the mirror, i reflect the lights of the world,
uncluttered, unfettered, unbeholden to no one
and there you are wanting to hold me,
like sand, i slip from the fingers
of this world, to space they say
i bend, i tell no one,
i am always moving,
and gone.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Face of Love

When I gaze upon your countenance
I see all who I have and will still love
and your eyes a blue summer sky
warming the very core of my being
The alabaster perfection of your skin
crowning your lustrous beauty
Your inviting mouth drawing me in
to savour your sweet taste
to guess at your secrets
hidden behind an enigmatic smile
You are like a secret rendezvous
hankered after by all
Time cannot be defined
for you are infinite
in your freedom
Face of my beloved
the face of love

By: Suzette Crous

Inspired by:
The Face of Love
by Ingrid Jonker

Your face is the face of all the others
before you and after you and
your eyes calm as a blue
dawn breaking time on time
herdsman of the clouds
sentinel of white iridescent beauty
the landscape of your contesses (sic) mouth
that I have explored
keeps the secret of a smile
like small white villages beyond the mountains
and your heartbeats the measure of their ecstasy
There is no question of beginning
there is no question of possession
there is no question of death
face of my beloved
the face of love

poem by Suzette Crous
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