Love Sonnet 11 Should Olympus Be, By Chance, Where I Am
Should Olympus be, by chance, where I am,
Would I tire seeing how the Graces dance?
Ambrosia, nectar, will I have for jam,
And Apollo's lyre might have me in trance;
Could I scour the fields for a maiden fair?
And drive chariots to snatch a girl?
Or guise myself as swan for sly affair?
Or carve me statue, like a lovelorn churl?
Or might I sail, consult an oracle,
Or go on quest to meet a lovely lass?
But when you came, so sweet a spectacle,
I find no need to trod in gods' morass;
........My love is on a path no god can thwart,
........Cupid emptied his quiver at my heart.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Love Sonnet 43 Bring no ambrosia, I wanted no more,
Bring no ambrosia, I wanted no more,
Nor fill my cup, with sweet nectar to drink,
Of the graces dance, spare me no encore,
Muses' songs next time, but not now, I think;
Tell Apollo to mute his lyre today,
Happiness eludes even here above,
Goodbye Olympus, I must go my way,
To the plains below, where did wait my love;
I need no disguise, say, the form of swan,
Or of shiny bull which to roam the fields,
She is no huntress who could swiftly ran,
But angel of love that her heart so wields;
...Let her see me in my most humble form,
...And may our love then overcome the norm.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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The first dragon (sestina)
They went to find a thing that belched fire
a killer, a dragon what could it be?
To defeat it, to win they did aspire,
to set the people from its terror free,
it was huge as it could never tire
and where it went, there was only agony.
Those brave humble men were of all fear free
were like a mighty force that did aspire
to make men godly, as t no man should be,
to snatch from that beast it’s devouring fire
and to bring to it just death and agony
and in this quest they would not tire.
Yet all of the great brave men do aspire
to in the unknown find knowledge free
to test skill against the beast and to tire
to measure if plans full of follies be,
later to chance, to fight using its fire,
even in using if there is only agony.
They wanted the truth of its power to be free,
free to use in destruction like the strange fire
that came from heaven that fell in agony
that has the capacity to even gods to tire,
they constructed weapons that should be
the main goal to which warriors do aspire.
It may that other men could easily tire
of this overwhelming quest whose worth could be
not lovely high things, to which to aspire,
nor a guiding light sparkling over the free
but quenching of life by its terrible fire,
with it only acts of death and agony.
Then like destiny, which doomed in agony,
like the first discoverers of divine secret fire,
the beast would rise and in raving anger be
really ruthless and from tricks it will not tire,
its intimate knowledge would not come free,
to seek power in which men as fools aspire.
In pride anything to be, finishing foes with fire
while endlessly to be free they do aspire
while men tire in wars only breeding agony.
poem by Gert Strydom
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My Fair Silver Maiden
Oh my fair silver maiden
I see your eyes in the stars that light the dark,
Your hair in the swaying summer grass,
Your smile in the majestic sunrise
Oh my fair silver maiden
Your scent is always on the next wind
Your sweet, intoxicating scent.
Oh my fair silver maiden
Tell me where you are
So that I might find you
And my heart be complete.
Oh my fair silver maiden
How I long for you
How I cry for you
How I search for you.
Oh my fair silver maiden
Always beyond the next wind.
Tell me where you are
So that I might find you
And my heart be complete.
Oh my fair silver maiden.
poem by Cameron Bird
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So I Dance
Well I met you while we were sharing stares
from motorcars
And from there it was like a dream just coming true
The you asked if I like to dance and I said
"Not at all"
So you turned away to start the search for
someone new
Then an acetate Casanova sweeps you off your feet
Cause he dances like Michael J. meets Fred Astaire
And I desperately ask for one more chance
to be with you
And you smile at me while thinking "Yeah it's only fair"
So I dance
Dance with you
From now until you say you love me
Take a chance
Take a chance
That you'll only be thinking of me
So I dance
Well you live your whole life believing silly
fairytales
Like the King of Heart's coming down to marry you
But reality's coming fast and you feel all alone
So I hope you'll let me be the one to get you thru
So I dance
Dance with you
From now until you say you love me
Take a chance
Take a chance
That you'll only be thinking of me
So I dance
Dance with you
From now until you say you love me
Take a chance
Take a chance
That you'll only be thinking of me
So I Dance
Solo
So I dance - Dance - Dance
Well you're going out ballroom dancing
almost every night
While he's blinding you with his moves
and not a word
Then you say that if I could tango
you would have it all
So I "twist" with you and pray
I don't look too absurd
So I dance - Dance
Dance with you
From now until you say you love me
Take a chance
Take a chance
That you'll only be thinking of me
So I dance
Dance with you
From now until you say you love me
Take a chance
Take a chance
That you'll only be thinking of me
So I dance oooh
So I dance
So I dance oooh
So I dance
song performed by by Zebra
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Fair and Fair
Oenone:
Fair and fair, and twice so fair,
As fair as any may be;
The fairest shepherd on our green,
A love for any lady.
Paris:
Fair and fair, and twice so fair,
As fair as any may be;
Thy love is fair for thee alone
And for no other lady.
Oenone:
My love is fair, my love is gay,
As fresh as bin the flowers in May
And of my love my roundelay,
My merry, merry, merry roundelay,
Concludes with Cupid's curse,--
'They that do change old love for new
Pray gods they change for worse!'
Ambo Simul:
They that do change old love for new,
Pray gods they change for worse!
Oenone:
Fair and fair, and twice so fair,
As fair as any may be;
The fairest shepherd on our green,
A love for any lady.
Paris:
Fair and fair, and twice so fair,
As fair as any may be;
Thy love is fair for thee alone
And for no other lady.
Oenone:
My love can pipe, my love can sing,
My love can many a pretty thing,
And of his lovely praises ring
My merry, merry, merry roundelays
Amen to Cupid's curse.
poem by George Peele
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The Visit Of The Gods. Imitated From Schiller
Never, believe me,
Appear the Immortals,
Never alone:
Scarce had I welcomed the Sorrow-beguiler,
Iacchus! but in came Boy Cupid the Smiler;
Lo! Phoebus the Glorious descends from his throne!
They advance, they float in, the Olympians all!
With Divinities fills my
Terrestrial hall!
How shall I yield you
Due entertainment,
Celestial quire?
Me rather, bright guests! with your wings of upbuoyance
Bear aloft to your homes, to your banquets of joyance,
That the roofs of Olympus may echo my lyre!
Hah! we mount! on their pinions they waft up my soul!
O give me the nectar!
O fill me the bowl!
Give him the nectar!
Pour out for the poet,
Hebe! pour free!
Quicken his eyes with celestial dew,
That Styx the detested no more he may view,
And like one of us Gods may conceit him to be!
Thanks, Hebe! I quaff it! Io Paean, I cry!
The wine of the Immortals
Forbids me to die!
poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Sweet Bonnie, Bonnie Lass
Sweet Bonnie, Bonnie lass
She is walking through the grass
With the wind blowing in her hair,
She is looking for the man
She calls her own and take his hand
But sadly, he is never ever there,
As she is heading back home
And again she is all alone
As again GOD had ignored her thoughts,
But sadly no one does care
What she is doing over there
As she’ll never find, what she had sought.
Sweet Bonnie, Bonnie lass
Whom I had just past
As I shied away from happily,
I have known of her before
As she had knocked upon my door
But now the door is shut and I am free,
As it was not that long ago
When she filled my heart with woe
Then threw my heart and life away,
As she smiled as though she cared
But never worried how I had faired
And goodbye to me she never did say.
Sweet Bonnie, Bonnie Lass
Love for you it never did last
And your hopes and dreams are now all gone,
Someday though you will get old
And you will be standing all alone
As you will be walking upon your lawn,
You will be seeking someone new
So you can say again, I love you
As your walking down life’s final path,
But no one will ever be there
As the winds blows though your hair
My Sweet Bonnie, Bonnie Lass.
poem by Randy McClave
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Why was Cupid a Boy
Why was Cupid a Boy
And why a boy was he
He should have been a Girl
For ought that I can see
For he shoots with his bow
And the Girl shoots with her Eye
And they both are merry and glad
And laugh when we do cry
And to make Cupid a Boyt
Was the Cupid Girls mocking plant
For a boy cant interpret the thingt
Till he is become a man
And then hes so piercd with care
And wounded with arrowy smarts
That the whole business of his life
Is to pick out the heads of the darts
Twas the Greeks love of war
Turnd Love into a Boy
And Woman into a Statue of Stone
And away fled every joy
poem by William Blake from Songs and Ballads (1794)
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Swedish Girl
I am closer to you than ever!
Oh my Swedish Girl;
And my heart yearns for your sweet love.
Come and taste my sweet milk so that,
I can also swim in your sweet river of love;
For you are a Swedish Girl and,
My heart goes for you.
Love is the message and the power supreme!
And this is the message that i bring to you;
I love you and i will be there for you.
You are so sweet and new,
You are so sweet and lovely,
And you are so shy on this love;
But love will find a way to your sweet naked body.
A Swedish Girl that you are,
Of the love of a muse that opens this world to you;
A Swedish Girl that you are,
Of all that you need in this world is closer to you;
So come and muse on with nakedness to mine,
For you are all that the muse brought to me.
You are all that love could hand over to me,
And you are the Swedish Girl next door;
But so sweet si your sweet room to my heart.
A Swedish Girl that you are and,
I will be there for you on this love that muses.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Ballad Of Human Life
WHEN we were girl and boy together,
We toss’d about the flowers
And wreath’d the blushing hours
Into a posy green and sweet.
I sought the youngest, best,
And never was at rest
Till I had laid them at thy fairy feet.
But the days of childhood they were fleet,
And the blooming sweet-briar-breath’d weather,
When we were boy and girl together.
Then we were lad and lass together,
And sought the kiss of night
Before we felt aright,
Sitting and singing soft and sweet.
The dearest thought of heart
With thee ’t was joy to part,
And the greater half was thine, as meet.
Still my eyelid’s dewy, my veins they beat
At the starry summer-evening weather,
When we were lad and lass together.
And we are man and wife together,
Although thy breast, once bold
With song, be clos’d and cold
Beneath flowers’ roots and birds’ light feet.
Yet sit I by thy tomb,
And dissipate the gloom
With songs of loving faith and sorrow sweet.
And fate and darkling grave kind dreams do cheat,
That, while fair life, young hope, despair and death are,
We ’re boy and girl, and lass and lad, and man and wife together.
poem by Thomas Lovell Beddoes
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Spanish Eyes
Well I thought it out and if Im thinkin right
Shes been workin on me out of sight
Shes got me whispering in the night
Spanish eyes
But you can call me superstitious I dont mind
Strange feeling when her eyes meet mine
Shes got me thinking about her all the time
Spanish eyes
Hmmm, she loves to do it
Oh mama dont you say that
Not unless you mean it darlin
Im falling, Im falling
(for you darlin) let me lie in your fields of ambrosia
(its something) shes doing (for real)
And I know darlin youve got me hypnotized with your
Spanish eyes
Ive got a feelin that I let you in
I dont care what kind of trap shes trying to spin
Dressed like a demon and shes out to sin
Spanish eyes
Now when I look in your eyes its the sweetest thing
But something tells me if I let you in
Ill get hurt and its gonna sting
Spanish eyes
Ooh we love to do it
Oh mama dont you say these things
Not unless you mean it darlin
(Im falling) Im falling (for you darlin)
Let me lie in your fields of ambrosia
(its something) shes doing (for real)
And I know darlin youve got me hypnotized
Sparks flying wheels turning
Devils scratching at the door
Heart pounding head burning
Little sister *mi amor (*my love)
Oh *mi amor (*my love)
Ooooooh
Oh *mi amor (*my love)
(Im falling) Im falling (for you darlin)
Let me lie in your fields of ambrosia
(its something) shes doing (for real)
And I know darlin youve got me hypnotized with your
Spanish eyes
Im falling, Im falling
For you darlin let me lie in your fields of ambrosia
(its something) shes doing (for real)
And I know darlin youve got me hypnotized with your
Spanish eyes
(Im falling) Im falling (for you darlin)
Let me lie in your fields of ambrosia
(its something) shes doing (for real)
And I know darlin youve got me hypnotized...
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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For A' That
Tho' women's minds, like winter winds,
May shift, and turn, an' a' that,
The noblest breast adores them maist-
A consequence I draw that.
For a' that, an' a' that,
And twice as meikle's a' that;
The bonie lass that I loe best
She'll be my ain for a' that.
Great love I bear to a' the fair,
Their humble slave, an' a' that;
But lordly will, I hold it still
A mortal sin to thraw that.
For a' that, an' a' that,
And twice as meikle's a' that;
The bonie lass that I loe best
She'll be my ain for a' that.
But there is ane aboon the lave,
Has wit, and sense, an' a' that;
A bonie lass, I like her best,
And wha a crime dare ca' that?
For a' that, an' a' that,
And twice as meikle's a' that;
The bonie lass that I loe best
She'll be my ain for a' that.
In rapture sweet this hour we meet,
Wi' mutual love an' a' that,
But for how lang the flie may stang,
Let inclination law that.
For a' that, an' a' that,
And twice as meikle's a' that;
The bonie lass that I loe best
She'll be my ain for a' that.
Their tricks an' craft hae put me daft.
They've taen me in, an' a' that;
But clear your decks, and here's-"The Sex!"
I like the jads for a' that.
For a' that, an' a' that,
And twice as meikle's a' that;
The bonie lass that I loe best
She'll be my ain for a' that.
poem by Robert Burns
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Anacreon: Ode 9
Lovely courier of the sky,
Whence and whither dost thou fly?
Scattering, as thy pinions play,
Liquid fragrance all the way:
Is it business? is it love?
Tell me, tell me, gentle dove.
'Soft Anacreon's vows I bear,
Vows to Myrtale the fair;
Graced with all that charms the heart,
Blushing nature, smiling art.
Venus, courted by an ode,
On the bard her dove bestow'd:
Vested with a master's right,
Now Anacreon rules my flight;
His the letters that you see,
Weighty charge, consign'd to me:
Think not yet my service hard,
Joyless task without reward;
Smiling at my master's gates,
Freedom my return awaits;
But the liberal grant in vain
Tempts me to be wild again.
Can a prudent dove decline
Blissful bondage such as mine?
Over hills and fields to roam,
Fortune's guest without a home;
Under leaves to hide one's head,
Slightly shelter'd, coarsely fed:
Now my better lot bestows
Sweet repast and soft repose;
Now the generous bowl I sip,
As it leaves Anacreon's lip:
Void of care, and free from dread,
From his fingers snatch his bread,
Then with luscious plenty gay,
Round his chamber dance and play;
OR from wine as courage springs,
O'er his face extend my wings;
And when feast and frolic tire
Drop asleep upon his lyre.
This is all, be quick and go,
More than all thou canst not know;
Let me now my pinions ply,
I have chatter'd like a pye.'
poem by Samuel Johnson
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Love Sonnet 163 My Love, Bless This Quest I'm About To Start,
My love, bless this quest I'm about to start,
I'll sail the seas and leave lonely this wharf,
And like in days, when errand knights depart,
Please throw to me your lovely kiss-marked scarf;
I'll look in waves for semblance of your hair,
As it flutters, like banners in a gale,
Your touch, I'll feel bestowed by skies so fair,
Your smile I'll sense in moonlight that's so pale;
But all will just be phantoms of a dream,
That forfeit life! Think, I'll be homeward bound,
And as this quest is slowly losing steam,
'Helmsman, it's time you turn this ship around.'
.....Whilst as vainglorious, I sail destiny,
.....My heart has risen up in mutiny.
.
.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Sonnet VI. To G. A. W.
Nymph of the downward smile and sidelong glance!
In what diviner moments of the day
Art thou most lovely? -- when gone far astray
Into the labyrinths of sweet utterance,
Or when serenely wandering in a trance
Of sober thought? -- Or when starting away,
With careless robe to meet the morning ray,
Thou sparest the flowers in thy mazy dance?
Haply 'tis when thy ruby lips part sweetly,
And so remain, because thou listenest:
But thou to please wert nurtured so completely
That I can never tell what mood is best;
I shall as soon pronounce which Grace more neatly
Trips it before Apollo than the rest.
poem by John Keats
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Roni
The truth about a roni, shes a sweet little girl.
You can treat her right, real nice, and hold her tight.
Only tender ronies can give a special love
A special kind of love that makes you feel good inside.
If you believe in love and all that it can do for you
Give it a chance, girl, youll find romance.
And if you find a tender roni that is right for you
Make it official. give her your love.
My heart belongs to tender roni, shes my only love. shes my only love.
My only heart, baby. my heart belongs to tender roni. shes my only love.
Shes my only love.
The truth about a roni, shes always on the phone
Talking to her homeboy, wishing they were home alone.
She sends you lovely letters with the smell of sweet perfume.
This is what a real tender roni likes to do for you.
And if you believe in love and all that it can do for you,
Give it a chance, girl, youll find romance.
And if you find a tender roni that is right for you
Make it official. give her your love, oh yeah.
My heart belongs to tender roni. shes my only love. shes my only love.
My only heart. my heart belongs to tender roni. shes my only love.
Shes my only love.
The truth about a roni, shes a sweet old girl
About the sweetest little girl in the whole wide world.
Shed make the toughest homeboy fall deep in love-
Said once youve had a roni, you would never give her up
Shes a special kind of girl that makes her daddy feel proud.
You know, the kind of girl that stands out in crowds.
Found a tender roni and the roni is so right.
I think Im gonna love her for the rest of my life.
And if you believe in love and all that it can do for you.
And if you ffind a tender roni thta is right for you.
Make it official. giver her your love, oh yeah.
My heart belongs to tender roni. shes my only lover. shes my only love.
My heart, oh yeah. my heart belongs to tender roni. shes my only love.
Shes my only love.
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song performed by by New Edition
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To G.A.W.
Nymph of the downward smile and sidelong glance!
In what diviner moments of the day
Art thou most lovely?—when gone far astray
Into the labyrinths of sweet utterance,
Or when serenely wandering in a trance
Of sober thought? Or when starting away,
With careless robe to meet the morning ray,
Thou sparest the flowers in thy mazy dance?
Haply 'tis when thy ruby lips part sweetly,
And so remain, because thou listenest:
But thou to please wert nurtured so completely
That I can never tell what mood is best;
I shall as soon pronounce which Grace more neatly
Trips it before Apollo than the rest.
poem by John Keats
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Hesitation Dance
Like a vision standin there,
Lips poutin, a come-on stare,
Come on -- I thought I had your number,
Workin up an appetite for love,
Dont let me die of hunger,
Aint ya got no heart,
No compassion for your lover,
When I get you on the floor, I find its just another,
*hesitation dance c
You got me in a stone-cold trance
Hesitation dance
Go out and find another fool
For your game of chance*
Shut the door, draw the blinds,
Yeah baby gonna draw the lines,
Come on, I know your hearts on fire,
How could anyone who plays the part
And tastes so sweet wanna hide her heart away,
Youre my main desire --
Aint you got no heart --
No compassion for your lover,
When I get you on the floor,
I find its just another
( * repeat)
song performed by by Survivor
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Apollo And The Graces
APOLLO
WHICH of the fairest three
To-day will ride with me?
My steeds are all pawing at the threshold of the morn:
Which of the fairest three
To-day will ride with me
Across the gold Autumn's whole Kingdom of corn?
THE GRACES all answer
I will, I - I - I
young Apollo let me fly
Along with thee,
I will- I, I, I,
The many wonders see
I - I - I - I
And thy lyre shall never have a slackened string:
I, I, I, I,
Thro' the golden day will sing.
poem by John Keats
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Love at Sea
WE ARE in love’s land to-day;
Where shall we go?
Love, shall we start or stay,
Or sail or row?
There’s many a wind and way,
And never a May but May;
We are in love’s hand to-day;
Where shall we go?
Our landwind is the breath
Of sorrows kissed to death
And joys that were;
Our ballast is a rose;
Our way lies where God knows
And love knows where.
We are in love’s hand to-day—
Our seamen are fledged Loves,
Our masts are bills of doves,
Our decks fine gold;
Our ropes are dead maids’ hair,
Our stores are love-shafts fair
And manifold.
We are in love’s land to-day—
Where shall we land you, sweet?
On fields of strange men’s feet,
Or fields near home?
Or where the fire-flowers blow,
Or where the flowers of snow
Or flowers of foam?
We are in love’s hand to-day—
Land me, she says, where love
Shows but one shaft, one dove,
One heart, one hand.
—A shore like that, my dear,
Lies where no man will steer,
No maiden land.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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