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Love Burns Brightly...

Love burns brightly, if tended!
Alas, when a lover walks away;
Broken hearts can't be mended,
After embers die, and turn gray

poem by Ray Lucero
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Hearts Render

From birth tiny hearts all grow
As they mature they will know
What hearts are created for

Not by their sizes alone
Do mature hearts become known
Hearts need be judged by much more

Hearts can be carelessly torn
Readily become careworn
Life will lend each heart some pain

Yet such forlorn hearts will heal
Careworn hearts learn how to deal
Mended hearts strength thereby gain

Hearts become bruised and broken
By cruel words that are spoken
Rejections tear them apart

Once healed such hearts find power
Much greater love then will flower
Love rendered by a mended heart

poem by Mary Havran
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Love Lost Broken Hearts

Love Lost Broken Hearts

Within the time love is lost

Thrown asunder into the
Wind

Left

Many broken hearts to live
In loneliness

Broken down piece by piece

Weaken just to mourn a love
That was once beautiful

But Now

Just tossed into the wind

Like the petals from the rose

Destined to ride upon the

Wind

Now used and broken

Just

Tears fills the wind

Sobbing echo's into the night

From the broken hearts
Tossed away like broken
Glass

Ancient and old as the lost
Love is trapped

Within time

Within the mind

Love that is lost from time
Back than

Weaken from the fight trying
To hold their lover heart

But

Cannot be regained

Cannot be mended

Spoiled without even a
'Sigh'

From her lover's heart

Just echo's of hurt and tears

From

The painful ruins of love tied
So strong

Being tossed to the wind as
Unwanted paper

Lonely eyes

Lonely hearts

Lonely tears

Just rides and echo's in the
Wind

Crying out for their love

That cannot be found

So desperately in need

To find their place in

The heart of the wind

That holds all their tears

Their fears

Their Pain

That bleeds into the heart
Of the wind

From The Love That Is Lost

And The Broken hearts..

poem by Carolyn Sears
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Sober

Royal Canadian blended
The spicy aroma had mended me
Matured for years and imported
Into my glass you poured it

And you're the only reason
That I remain unfrozen
Suppose it stands to reason
That you would turn on me

You're so solid
You're so solid
It burns inside of me
Cause you're so solid
It burns inside of me

The wild turkey's been chosen
Its caramel nose could smell me
Arbourler/Jameson I love you
The single malts came burning

And you're the only reason
That I remain unfrozen
Suppose it stands to reason
That you would turn on me

You're so solid
You're so solid
It burns inside of me
Cause you're so solid
It burns inside of me

Royal Canadian Blended
The spicy aroma had mended me
And you're the only reason
That I remain unfrozen
Suppose it stands to reason
That you would turn on me

You're so solid
You're so solid
It burns inside of me
Cause you're so solid
It burns inside of me

song performed by by Muse from Showbiz
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Corn Grinders

O little mouse, why dost thou cry
While merry stars laugh in the sky?

Alas! alas! my lord is dead!
Ah, who will ease my bitter pain?
He went to seek a millet-grain
In the rich farmer's granary shed;
They caught him in a baited snare,
And slew my lover unaware:
Alas! alas! my lord is dead.

O little deer, why dost thou moan,
Hid in thy forest-bower alone?

Alas! alas! my lord is dead!
Ah! who will quiet my lament?

At fall of eventide he went
To drink beside the river-head;
A waiting hunter threw his dart,
And struck my lover through the heart.
Alas! alas! my lord is dead.

O little bride, why dost thou weep
With all the happy world asleep?

Alas! alas! my lord is dead!
Ah, who will stay these hungry tears,
Or still the want of famished years,
And crown with love my marriage-bed?
My soul burns with the quenchless fire
That lit my lover's funeral pyre:
Alas! alas! my lord is dead.

poem by Sarojini Naidu
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Once Lonely Now Mended

A lonely heart is not something new;
A lonely heart contains only blues.

A lonely heart grows until old;
A lonely heart never unfolds.

A lonely heart is ready for doom;
A lonely heart keeps the mood gloom.

A lonely heart will never heal;
A lonely heart is like a bad card deal.

A mended heart is like one of no other;
A mended heart can be noticed by a lover.

A mended heart won’t take anymore pain;
A mended heart will shine like a flame.

A mended heart pumps love with a flow;
A mended heart beats and never lets’ go.

poem by Michael Vanderkooi
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Burning Embers

Fly through the glass of a window pane
fall through the sky feeling the rain
Walk on broken glass your tell-tale heart
Look through the bars of a dirty jail cell
soar to heaven dive to hell
Listen to your tell-tale heart
Setting fires in the ghost twilight
we see you dress we bolt with fright
You see an apparition disappear
Jump to the table, jump up the stairs
stand on the rooftop, looking out through the air
Walk on broken glass your tell-tale heart
Lenore, am I dreaming
How can death keep us apart, mmmm..
Lenore, I see you burning
And I'd walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart
Walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart
Walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart
Heart
heart
Heart
heart
Walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart
your tell-tale heart
Walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart
Walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart
Walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart

song performed by by Lou Reed
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Fires of Love

The fires of love
can burn out so easily
if they are not tended that well.
They need nurturing and fed
to sustain the passion well.

The fires of love
will smoulder and die
if the coals are not stoked
every once in a while
to sustain passions glow.

The fires of love
are not only for the youth.
Even in age we mellow,
we must still let the embers know
the fire burns within the passions well.

(19 August 2011)

poem by David Harris
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Autumnal

THE Autumn leaves are dying quietly,
Scarlet and orange, underfoot they lie;
They had their youth and prime
And now's the dying time;
Alas, alas, the young, the beloved, must die!

They are dying like the leaves of Autumn fast,
Scattered and broken, blown on every blast:
The darling young, the brave,
Love had no power to save.
Poor Love-lies-bleeding, Love's in ruins, downcast.

Alas, alas, the Autumn leaves are flying!
They had their Summer and 'tis time for dying.
But these had barely Spring.
Love trails a broken wing,
Walks through deserted woods, moaning and sighing.

poem by Katharine Tynan
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Cover

She burns brightly
Underneath the surface
Glowing with a brilliance
She shines
Quiet embers
Hold the potential
Kept warm
Even as the ashes fall
There is more to the book
Than the cover

poem by Autumn Winds
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The Difference

Love dies if it's not tended
for it fades away
and can't be mended.

Love blossoms when it's not mistreated
for when it's handled kindly
it cannot be defeated.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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My Heart Burns and Melts

My heart burns and melts with a pain and sickness

unlike this world has seen

for the tears and cries and pain and hurt of loved ones

my heart burns and melts with the ugliness which paints this world

a gloomy gray for the greed, violence, hate, and prejudice

which plaques our world

my heart burns and melts for the tired, hungry, weak, and poor

for the wars that slaughters billions and families

that are torn apart by lust and greed and jealously and hate

my heart burns and melts with a passion as strong as incense

as we live our lives in sin and vain without a care in the world

for the world we live in is cold as ice and the world is dark as pitch

for my heart burns and melts with a passion of pain and sadness

as my heart burns and melts like ice

for my heart burns and melts for the sick and needy of the world

for the broken hearts out there who need healing

for my heart burns and melts with a passion as strong as love itself

in hoping that one day the world will a happier place

enriched in golden bliss of happiness and peace on earth

for my heart burns with a passion for a dream

that's as sweet as love itself in all its beauty

poem by Brett Strotman
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Enduring Flame Of Passion

The enduring flame of passion burns on
in hearts filled with only embers.
The passion that once burnt bright
never really dies away.
The smouldering embers
still hold an enduring flame,
just needing a gentle spark
to bring them back to life again.

14 May 2011

poem by David Harris
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Young Lover

One life to live
No time to pretend
No wins no loss
No heroes in the end
No dreams no plans no promises
Young lover
Just turn out the lights
One kiss
One softly whispered yes
No talk oh no, no tears
No hearts to repossess
No names no chains no hostages
Young lover
Just turn out the lights
Slip under the cover
Of the night
Young lover young lover young lover
Everythings all right
Young lover
Just turn out the lights

song performed by by Gino Vanelli
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Fair Ines

O saw ye not fair Ines?
She 's gone into the West,
To dazzle when the sun is down,
And rob the world of rest:
She took our daylight with her,
The smiles that we love best,
With morning blushes on her cheek,
And pearls upon her breast.

O turn again, fair Ines,
Before the fall of night,
For fear the Moon should shine alone,
And stars unrivall'd bright;
And blessèd will the lover be
That walks beneath their light,
And breathes the love against thy cheek
I dare not even write!

Would I had been, fair Ines,
That gallant cavalier,
Who rode so gaily by thy side,
And whisper'd thee so near!
Were there no bonny dames at home,
Or no true lovers here,
That he should cross the seas to win
The dearest of the dear?

I saw thee, lovely Ines,
Descend along the shore,
With bands of noble gentlemen,
And banners waved before;
And gentle youth and maidens gay,
And snowy plumes they wore:
It would have been a beauteous dream,—
If it had been no more!

Alas, alas! fair Ines,
She went away with song,
With Music waiting on her steps,
And shoutings of the throng;
But some were sad, and felt no mirth,
But only Music's wrong,
In sounds that sang Farewell, farewell,
To her you've loved so long.

Farewell, farewell, fair Ines!
That vessel never bore
So fair a lady on its deck,
Nor danced so light before,—
Alas for pleasure on the sea,
And sorrow on the shore!
The smile that bless'd one lover's heart
Has broken many more!

poem by Thomas Hood
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Love Forgives

Ignorance makes hearts fall apart,
Neglecting our lover ones fills hearts with doubts,
With the time we forget how much one day we were in love!
Love hurts
Love burns
Love revives
Love forgives
Love gives
They say that love dies,
And I say the real love never dies.

poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Songs Of The Sky

In a sky of layered clouds,
dawn becomes a rainbow,
moving through the spectrum
toward the day.

In a sky of always blue,
no clouds ride the wind:
the sun burns brightly,
high and hot and long.

In a sky of may grays,
clouds crash, explode and roar;
rain-filled winds sweep across the prairie.

In a sky of many blues,
clouds dance on the wind;
and endless and quixotic
Rohrschach test.

In a sky of always gray,
no clouds seem to move;
overcast blots out imagination.

In a sky of cold, cold blue,
gray clouds scrape the treetops;
harbingers of winter storms to come.

Beneath a sky of darkening gray,
the prairie grasses rustle
on the small, forgotten farms
of what could've been
and was.

In a sky of mottled gray,
cold rains fall, now and then;
the seasons struggle
for control of April.

In a sky of broken gray,
cold winds precede the rains;
and before long
the darkened clouds re-gather.

In a sky as clear as glass,
and blue from top to bottom,
sultry days of August
slowly drift into September.

In a twi-lit noon-time sky,
this annular eclipse
leaves us just a
ring around the moon.

In a sky of many clouds,
sunset's an inferno;
ablaze, in this,
my father's final twilight.

In a sky that slowly burns,
the clouds of fire fade
and leave a darker beauty
to hold the night.

poem by William Kruse
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Love Burns

See what you do
You make me act so crazy
I'm overcome, I know
Stealin' my own show
For your love
And who am I now, Clown or Casanova
I'm never sure with you
And what more can I do
For your love burns
Warmer than you know
When love burns,
Never let it go away
And where do we go
Find a road to lead us
I'm searching in your eyes
A world beyond the skies
For your love burns
Brighter than you know
When love burns,
Never let it go away
Love burns
Brighter than you know
Oh, love burns
Never let it go away
Love burns when the spirit is wounded
Cut deep by the sound of rejection
Love burns in the soul of the seeker
Blue shadows in every direction
Love burns when the heart is uncovered
In the rage of the coldly storm
Love burns
Through the night and the morning
Till the frozen heart is warm
Love burns
Love burns
Love burns
Love burns
(Tom HensleyAlan Lindgren)
Album: On They Way To The Sky

song performed by by Neil Diamond
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Modus Operandi

Blood spews from the pharynx
of the heel's eruption,
pelting the potter's field,
with stippled corruption!

Hands broken by murder,
mended by bloodshed,
hang below his waistline,
as he walks on the dead!

He paves the road ahead;
His path of destruction.
The sun won't rise again,
thanks to death's construction!

The cold wind follows him,
carrying the echoes,
of their cries and pleas
to give them tomorrow!

Mind broken by murder,
mended by bloodshed,
carries him into rest,
as he dreams in their beds!

He paves the road ahead;
His path of destruction.
The sun won't rise again,
thanks to death's construction!

poem by Michael Fischer
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The Olive Garden

(Rainer Maria Rilke)

He went up under the gray leaves
All gray and lost in the olive lands
And laid his forehead, gray with dust,
Deep in the dustiness of his hot hands.
After everything this. And this was the end.
-- Now I must go, as I am going blind.
And why is it Thy will that I must say
Thou art, when I myself no more can find Thee.
I find Thee no more. Not in me, no.
Not in others. Not in this stone,
I find Thee no more. I am alone.
I am alone with all men's sorrow --
All that, through Thee, I thought to lighten,
Thou who art not, O nameless shame ...
Men said, later: an angel came.
Why an angel? Alas, there came the night,
And leafed through the trees, indifferently.
The disciples moved a little in their dreams.
Why an angel? Alas, there came the night.
The night that came was no uncommon night:
So hundreds of nights go by.
There dogs sleep; there stones lie,
Alas a sorrowful, alas any night
That waits till once more it is morning.
For then beseech: the angels do not come,
Never do nights grow great around them.
Who lose themselves, all things let go;
They are renounced by their own fathers
And shut from their own mothers' hearts.

poem by Randall Jarrell
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The World Of Broken Hearts

Every night youll find me in the only world I own.
Its a crowded place thats filled with people all alone.
Its a place that I could write a book about.
When they let you in, youll find theres no way out.
There you dont get in, cause theres no way out
Theres just no way out.
No way out when your in a world of broken hearts,
In a world of broken hearts,
Of broken hearts,
Of broken hearts.
Those who enter here are told to leave their dreams behind.
You may never get to sleep again, but you dont mind.
Its a place that I could write a book about.
When they let you in, youll find theres no way out.
There you dont get in, cause theres no way out
Theres just no way out.
No way out when your in a world of broken hearts,
In a world of broken hearts,
Of broken hearts,
Of broken hearts.
In a world of broken hearts,
In a world of broken hearts,
In a world of broken hearts,
Of broken hearts,
Of broken hearts.
(repeat and fade)

song performed by by Elvis Costello
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