Best Friends
She is softly spoken
this clouded thunderstruck even
tenses aside she glides
providing comfort
guidance eye
ears encompassing wide she
as no other
immaculate clarity
intimate weather advisory
providing
one hand over mine
fickle hear racing
other about shudder
stuttering
shoulder smooth
silk feather irons
my jitter trembling
what i never but needed
yearn to hear
clearest shear fear i
open sore secrets
simply adore her
for KM
resh 2012
poem by Randy Resh
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All But
they were all but
replicas inadequate
second rate jigsaw
compilations
fractured facet
amalgamations
finest mine
exquisite
you
the double split
three dimensional
original
you
apparit ion's aspirations
syllabaries' ideations
mine immaculate idealization
they were all but
R. Resh 2012
poem by Randy Resh
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Dirty Language
Why, I do simply adore
delicious dirty language
delivered without dressing
coarse and unashamed
I adore elocution expert
riling 'sounding tone for timber
salivant 'lascivious for the falling
riling ravishing raconteur
Master Orator
Why, I like girls with glasses and garters
lingerie lending lascivious language
intentioning rendering luscious
lavender
livid lexiconjoury vivid
fine silk lacing for debasing
delicate dialectics directing me
see?
As she would be, would be
not too demure to play dress-up
while pressing, dressing me down
administering discipline requisite
inciting inflections' affections exquisite
She would love French and physics
with Cabbalistic acrostics
oil paint poison for alchemist
with butterfly ballerina acrobatics
but she must be well spoken, sincere
else fall deaf 'pon mine aching arching ears
She must keep her poet panting
tongue in ear massaging
copyright R. Resh 2007
poem by Randy Resh
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Help
Listen to the sound/
Of birds a’singin’/
Softly they are found/
In the air ringin’/
Buzz my life/
I’m alive and well/
Hard to smile sometimes/
But the truth will sell/
Baby/baby/
Hear my voice/
Sweet and sound/
I’m your clearest choice/
Near to me/
Are you mine? /
I’m losing myself/
I cannot find/
Fill my threshold/
With pain in disguise/
I will unfold/
Beneath my skin what fries! /
Baby/baby/
Hear my voice/
Sweet and sound/
I’m your clearest choice/
On my mind/
It is there/
My future existing/
In living air/
I am trying/
Tyo make it so hard/
I hate it so much/
Cuz the end is so far/
Baby/baby/
Hear my voice/
Sweet and sound/
I’m your clearest choice/
Feelings surpassed/
Blown away/
Will I come home/
Again to live another day/
Long gone/
Is myself/
I will never find it/
The answer which is help/
Baby/baby/
Hear my voice/
Sweet and sound/
I’m your clearest choice/
poem by Seanzie Haha
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Pa And Ma, A Tribute
For all the things you’ve done
To make those words have very precious meanings
For the thousand and one ways you’ve shown
All the sweet things in life
We’d like to thank you Pa and Ma
For being special… so special indeed.
All through our lives you are there
To share with our triumphs and defeats,
Laughter and tears, hopes and despair,
For being there when we needed you most
When we yearn for someone to understand us
When we seek for a shoulder to cry on
For simply being there when life turns upside-down
Thank you so much, Ma and Pa
For giving us the courage and inspiration to go on.
As we kneel down to pray
We thank God for providing us
Parents who’d never forsake
When everyone else turns away
This is a tribute to you, Pa and Ma
You’re 23 years together now
Many happy returns of this day!
Note: They have just celebrated their 41st wedding anniversary but this poem was written on their 23rd anniversary.
poem by Lilibeth Sacmar Apat
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Window Shopping
you have ever adored the cut
colours pattern fabric
it is love at first sight
ages long anticipated
marvelously materialized
serendipitous simply fantastic oh
how imagination runs rampant
miraculous mannequin's
machination dressing
you enter
try it on
the fit provides precious little comfort
with wear far the less flattering
randy resh 2011
Veux Magazine 2012
poem by Randy Resh
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Thunderstruck
(thunder) (x10)
I was caught
In the middle of a railroad track (thunder) [...of a lightning attack]
I looked round
And I knew there was no turning back (thunder)
My mind raced
And I thought what could I do (thunder)
And I knew
There was no help, no help from you (thunder)
Sound of the drums
Beatin in my heart
The thunder of guns
Tore me apart
Youve been - thunderstruck
[rode | went] down the highway
Broke the limit, we hit the town
Went through to texas, yeah texas
And we had some fun
We met some girls
Some dancers who gave a good time
Broke all the rules, played all the fools
Yeah, yeah, they, they, they blew our minds
I was shakin at the knees
Could I come again please?
Yeah the ladies were too kind
Youve been - thunderstruck, thunderstruck
Yeah yeah yeah, thunderstruck
Yeah
Oh, thunderstruck, yeah
Now were shaking at the knees
Could I come again please?
Thunderstruck, thunderstruck
Yeah yeah yeah, thunderstruck
Thunderstruck, yeah, yeah, yeah
Said yeah, its alright
Were doing fine
Yeah, its alright
Were doing fine
(so fine)
Thunderstruck, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Tunderstruck, thunderstruck, thunderstruck
Whoa baby, baby, thunderstruck
Youve been thunderstruck, thunderstruck
Thunderstruck, thunderstruck, thunderstruck
Youve been thunderstruck
song performed by by AC-DC
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One Big Smile In Silence
the silence on my shoulder
fell off as i got closer
and colder
and could not darken my eyes
as my hands told me to rise
from the morning of the night
like an army
to an enemy
by the night
without a might
as my say were so wide
and not in comprehension
but my ears run abroad without tension
to hear my heart beat
to the drum beat
so long i lived without
none to cheat
apart from seeing mine
and wondered so fine
as my shoulder
fell from silence
with one big smile
across my silence
though it were
not my intention to smile
i had no other but to smile
awhile...
opn22082012/2156
'one big smile in silence'
'hands of hope' book no.9 of 2012
aug.2012
ntema's unique poetry (nup)
poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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Softly Touch Me
Softly touch me
With your hands now warm but once so cold.
Softly touch me,
And understand
I wishing from you to never be let go.
Softly touch me,
As you hold me near your shoulder hugging close.
Softly touch me
In places where I want you to touch most.
Touch me like like it's me you want.
Touch me don't be nonchalant.
Touch me with your whispers in my ears I hear.
Touch me and make it clear I am yours and we are here.
Softly touch me
With your hands now warm but once so cold.
Softly touch me,
And understand
I wishing from you to never be let go.
Softly touch me,
As you hold me near your shoulder hugging close.
Softly touch me
In places where I want you to touch most.
Touch me like like it's me you want.
Touch me don't be nonchalant.
Touch me with your whispers in my ears I hear.
Touch me and make it clear I am yours and we are here.
Touching.
Softly.
And wanting it so much.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Eyes Wide Open
Your eyes are wide open, but yet you don’t see
All the love I have inside of me.
Eyes wide open, but you don’t look around
You don’t open your ears, you don’t hear a sound.
Eyes wide open but the beauties that surround you
Do not seem to exist.
Is it that your eyes on you are playing tricks?
Eyes wide open and yet you have a blank stare.
Have you closed off your mind?
Or you just don’t care.
What can I do to remove that haze
So that on my face you can gaze.
If I hold you tenderly in my arms
And kiss those beautiful eyes.
Will they move? Will they cry?
What must I do so that you can see
That our love was meant to be.
They say that you went deep inside yourself
To hide the hurt and pain
But without your love “ I am the same”.
Eyes wide open. Did they just glance at me?
Is it because your heart is finally free?
I see a tear forming in your eyes
Emotions being let out that you tried to hide.
Eyes wide open- now they are mine
I can see your love for the very first time.
poem by Louis Rams
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Grace Of Clydeside
AH, little Grace of the golden locks,
The hills rise fair on the shores of Clyde.
As the merry waves wear out these rocks
She wears my heart out, glides past and mocks:
But heaven's gate ever stands open wide.
The boat goes softly along, along,
Like a river of life glows the amber Clyde;
Her voice floats near me like angel's song,--
Ah, sweet love-death, but thy pangs are strong!
Though heaven's gate ever stands open wide.
We walk by the shore and the stars shine bright,
But coldly, above the solemn Clyde:
Her arm touches mine--her laugh rings light--
ONE hears my silence: His merciful night
Hides me--Can heaven be open wide?
I ever was but a dreamer, Grace:
As the gray hills watch o'er the sunny Clyde,
Standing afar, each in his place,
I watch your young life's beautiful race,
Apart--until heaven be opened wide.
And sometimes when in the twilight balm
The hills grow purple along the Clyde,
The waves flow softly and very calm,
I hear all nature sing this one psalm,
That 'heaven's gate ever stands open wide.'
So, happy Grace, with your spirit free,
Laugh on! life is sweet on the banks of Clyde;
This is no blame unto thee or me;
Only God saw it could not be,
Therefore His heaven stands open wide.
poem by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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Jewels
I have small jewels for you
twinkling daylight sight
magnificent retention
spectacular for you
as wide and wondrous
you are
save my glass
spread smile for
private
I so you adore
in our glitter
diadem daylight
cherish green gradation
sheen with shadow I
inhale your breath
kissing simple
sipping shadow
moonlight flick for
candle throes your shows
ffffffmmmm... fantastic
So I have small jewels for you
They hold sincerest
spectacular treasures,
adoration peculiar particular
Long for such being as you
mine love, amazement wonder
Precious Blooming Beloved
My jewels our jewels some day
shall bloom
they are roses,
daisies cum blooming soon
I Daisies, inhale your pollen for wonder
soothing you daises
delight for discover
You never cease to amaze me
diamond facets for craving, crazing
Still you are Karen,
mine Muse precious peering
and you are Karen
between lines scholar sharing
you are steering
And I adore you
mine intimate original jewel
my letters your necklace breadth of
of depth
mine letters necklace breadth
drip depth
copyright R. Resh 2007
poem by Randy Resh
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I've always felt, in all my books, that there's a deep decency in the American people and a native intelligence - providing they have the facts, providing they have the information.
quote by Studs Terkel
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Cry For Home
Ill be waiting
Ill be waiting on that shore
To hear the cry for home
You wont have to worry anymore
When you hear the cry for home
When you hear, hear the call
You wont have to fake at all
Hear the cry for home
Ill be standing
Ill be standing within reach
When you hear, hear the call
Ill be waiting
Ill be waiting in the breach
For you, when you hear
When you hear, hear the call
You wont have to fake at all
Hear the cry for home
(instrumental)
When I listen
When I listen to the song
Well it feels, it feels so free
And you tell me
You will come and go with me
When you hear the cry for home
When you hear the call
You wont have to think at all
Hear the cry for home
Spoken (one more, one more time)
When you hear, hear the call
You wont have to fake at all
Hear the cry for home
(one more open it up, open it up) (spoken)
When you hear, hear the call
You wont have to fake at all
Hear the cry for home
Hear (when you hear, hear the call)
Hear (when you hear, hear the call)
Hear (when you hear, hear the call)
Hear (when you hear, hear the call)
Hear (when you hear, hear the call)
Hear (when you hear, hear the call)
song performed by by Van Morrison
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In The Character Of A Ruined Farmer
Tune - "Go from my window, Love, do."
The sun he is sunk in the west,
All creatures retired to rest,
While here I sit, all sore beset,
With sorrow, grief, and woe:
And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!
The prosperous man is asleep,
Nor hears how the whirlwinds sweep;
But Misery and I must watch
The surly tempest blow:
And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!
There lies the dear partner of my breast;
Her cares for a moment at rest:
Must I see thee, my youthful pride,
Thus brought so very low!
And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!
There lie my sweet babies in her arms;
No anxious fear their little hearts alarms;
But for their sake my heart does ache,
With many a bitter throe:
And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!
I once was by Fortune carest:
I once could relieve the distrest:
Now life's poor support, hardly earn'd
My fate will scarce bestow:
And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!
No comfort, no comfort I have!
How welcome to me were the grave!
But then my wife and children dear-
O, wither would they go!
And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!
O whither, O whither shall I turn!
All friendless, forsaken, forlorn!
For, in this world, Rest or Peace
I never more shall know!
And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!
poem by Robert Burns
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Fade out
Fade out
Deep inside
I try to hide
my darkest crying,
it's a stride
to that wide, wide
sea of dying.
Do I fear
that first tear
of clearest truth,
do I hear
her waves near
some coasts of good?
Madrason 27-04-1995
poem by Madrason writer
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Deep Throat did serve the public interest by providing the guidance and information to us.
quote by Bob Woodward
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Its That Fear
It's that fear
Ooo very scary! !
I bet you don't know it
Keeps you worried
It's that fear...
Very loud in your ear..
But not everyone could hear
It's that fear
Why? Y u even here
Leaving people in tears..
It's that fear
Born and raised
Can be of denial
Struggles, family or revival
It's that fear
That keeps consuming..
Consuming us in out! !
Eating us away...
It's that fear
The fear we hate
Come to us in pace
In life circumstance
It's that fear
Can anyone hear?
Like a monster or dear?
I wish it was fair..
it's that fear
Some say never fear
But in the back they tear
Overwhelmed can't even dare
Trying to overcome the fear..
It's that fear
The fear which keep us
Us alive and awake
Awake from unexpected
Awake to fight against
It's that fear
I want all to hear..
You and me here..
We need to chase Mr. Fear
We could make it
Make this a better world
Without the fear
The fear of loss
The fear of famine
The fear of war
The fear of poverty
The fear of religion
The fear of recognition
Why are we in fear...?
Can't it be there not here..
It's time to chase him out there
Leaving us in peace in here
It's that fear
The fear which is not only mine
It's that fear for all
The fear we both hear
Hear from different angles
Hear in different times
We all just don't want him here...
The fear we both imagine
An illusion body..
Could affect your goals
Never entertain that fear.
Behind The Door
With trembling hand,
I knocked upon the door,
which someone had sent me to.
They told me a new life
awaits me there.
I reached out
and knocked on the door
not knowing when it opened
exactly what I’d find.
My heart beat faster,
almost racing from my chest.
I could hear footsteps
coming from within.
My hand trembled even more
as the footsteps headed towards the door.
I stood there in anticipations
as the door begins to open wide.
So far, I have not told you
who will be coming to the door.
Will it be a long lost sibling,
a future love, or even God?
I will have to let you decide,
because being a nervous person.
The suspense was killing me,
so I ran and hid, and never saw
who was it answering the door.
poem by David Harris
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Eno 1
Our ears are open to idle chatter,
So we hear only in the cluttered sound.
In that, all things collapse in the clatter
That has swallowed our senses—that surrounds.
We are rattled by the buzzing of words
With our social-media tinnitus.
Our over-exposed phrases become slurred,
But we hardly notice our slacked status.
The more we say, the less our thoughts will mean.
The more we follow, the less we are free.
We are captive to noise's smoke screen,
Unaware of the clouded euphony
That could clear our path and offer guidance.
That deepest understanding is silence.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Under The Moon©
Under The Moon
Under The Moon’
I Picture Your Grace….
Under The Moon’
I Yearn For You To Be Mine….
Under The Moon’
I Envision….
You In My Arms With The Time….
Under The Moon
I Yearn For You Much More…..
You Are Simply….
My New Lover, In Which I adore
poem by Sumira Sarai Norris
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