A Situationer...
when he begins to write
the words
of course, he has in mind someone in particular
for it makes him
more particular too in the choice of
images, like
something so fragile like the last egg
in your hand
or something so beautiful like what you
are not
somethings need not be mentioned
and it will be
peaceful
the moment you say what you have in mind
three dragon heads spring from your neck
so it is better to be cautious
like saying something that we do not like to say really
something like
how i wish to be like you
and you who hears it knows what is true
and you make a rebounding
yes, i like you too and then after the brief moment
sipping coffee and reading the news and looking at on striking passerby
you then part ways
clinching hug, cold kiss.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Could Write A Poem Where The Sadness Is
I could write a poem where the Sadness is
But why?
The spring sun is so bright this morning
The world is moving to its own appointed tasks
I too sitting here sipping coffee
Pen in hand
Have a task
I write these lines and dream
Someone will be made happy reading them.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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At that Moment
At That Moment
When you looked into my eyes
When you held my hand tight
When you smiled so bright
Time seemed to slow down... Time seemed to stop somehow,
At that moment
You moved closer to me, and I moved closer to you
I felt the warmth of your lips, so soft, so beautiful
As they gently touched mine
At that moment in time
I had dreamed and imagined of that moment
Never knowing if it would be, could be, should be
But now I know without fear
That my dreams and my imagination
Were like looking at A waterless tear
like looking at a colorless photo so old
A moonless night so dark and cold...
Compared to the moment
Your lips gently touched mine
That beautiful moment in time,
So amazing, So beautiful, So wonderful.
If you could see a feeling,
Oh the colors, the sounds you would see
Of that very first moment
Of that very first beautiful kiss
What a beautiful gift, That beautiful first
KISS
poem by Daniel lee Davis
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A Heartfelt Letter Unsigned
It seems I am only good with words
When I write them in my silent hours
Of all the things I have wished to say
But never found the moment or courage
I find myself saddened by my thoughts
All of which surround my thoughts of you
I think you are amazing, kind and so strong
You are beautiful in many ways I cannot count
Your nature and spirit I have come to know
Shows you to be funny and loving
You put a spring in my heart, a song in my step
I would love to hold you each night
Look after way and love you always
But alas, a time has come I must face
That moment of courage and opportunity
I think it matters not anyway
I have listened to my mind and heart argue
And wish I could look through any eyes
Other my own, when I look at you
A time has come to say goodbye, to move on
I wish to take you from my heart
Place you by my side as a friend and nothing more
If only my thoughts were not my own
If only I could look through another’s eyes
Perhaps I would not need to write these words
Because moving on from you
Is the hardest most difficult decision in life
You will always be so beautiful to me
And in loving you I must say goodbye
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Reaching for the dictionary
That efficient movement of the arm –
let it be without impatience,
watched, aware, even graceful –
does not feature in a ballet,
or a film; although it could;
unlikely to be described in a novel;
and as for poetry… no poem yet,
no ode yet owed, to that word-hoard
with which, indirectly, poets live and breathe
and share their being…
but when the moment comes, is seen to come –
how beautiful that movement, full
of assurance, of anticipation
of what this may yield…
for lovely though the world
of that poetic imprecision
which teases the reading, writing mind,
plays with the emotions,
releases the imagination like a glorious balloon…
it’s now the moment to look down
from the basket of the balloon
soaring so gently over green fields and earth,
and look for landmarks for a clear descent..
sometimes, it’s those geeky, Greeky words
like metempsychosis or synecdoche,
ontological, epistemological…
sometimes, those simple words
like soul, or self…
the pages thumbed over – the choice of paper,
so thin, so strong, just right, itself
brings an intelligent respect –
aah, that’s what it really means…
a moment of treasured satisfaction;
the mind a little clearer now;
the heart perhaps, may know its warmth
in later, wiser ways; actions, too,
may (if we ever notice) be subtly altered,
as the flutter of the butterfly’s frail, strong wings
in some Amazonian rain-forest,
is sometimes said to be felt
throughout the world…
universal mind may breathe a gentle sigh;
language itself, allow a passing smile;
there’s order in the world; harmony
is heard in music beyond words;
the arm and hand, now so graceful,
reassured; the beauty of the mind
so quickly registered that it may
escape; a gratitude perhaps
as quick as eye-blink, and as unobserved -
the arm and hand replace
the dictionary there upon the shelf.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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That Spot....
this is a blank slate.
when i write some words on it
and you begin to read each
something really happens
though you do not know it
because you are too busy with
the reading of the word
either a part of me dies or lives
it depends on where you stop
and when
tomorrow i shall write again
you must learn where you stopped and
when.
it is that precise moment
that you make me begin to write again.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In This Moment
In life there comes a moment when all things are made clear, and my clarity is in this moment.
In this moment I know that I want to live the rest of my life beside you.
In this moment I know I want to start my own branch on my family tree with you.
In this moment I know that I love you.
So as I take your hand and gaze into your eyes I know that this moment is the right moment to ask you to be my wife.
Now, before you say yes think because if you do our life together forever begins
in this moment.
Thirty Minutes
I sit in my car with the heater turned all the way up
On a cold winter's day.
I'm watching the snow fall on my windshield.
It obscures me from the other people in the parking lot.
I disappear in it.
The air is hot and stuffy.
It seems to crisp my bedroom eyes
And drain the sagging purple bags that make them heavy.
I'm just slowly sipping my coffee.
From a Styrofoam cup—
Hoping to make the moment last.
John Coltrane's playing "Ogunde"
From acd-r of mixed tracks playing
In my car stereo.
There's no words in it,
But I know he's saying.
Right now, I know what things mean.
I drift off.
I enjoy my 30 minutes on break.
During it,
I write this poem
On the back of my lunch's receipt.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Home Alone Happy Without Working Computer
Home alone happy without working computer
I take my pen in hand
And slowly write these words –
Let the world click and paste and post
I am out of it for now-
I have before me an evening of any book I like
Of any page I want to write
-
Peace of Mind is one place of attention at a time-
Here weighing each word as I write
I am at home with my inner self-
I hear my own thoughts
I correct them at my own pace.
So many words and so many pages
Have been written in my life-
Now in this one
I am wholly at home
Peaceful, quiet happy
Each word a small blessing
As I write it-
This is the only poem I know
The only page I see
The only place of attention
I give myself and my soul to
At this moment.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Be Free | Philosophical Prose
Be very cautious
That you do not escape
One form of mind control,
Only to be ensnared by another.
For example,
Do not exchange government mind control
For religious mind control,
Or visa versa,
As each is just as potentially damaging
And limiting
As the other.
Always guard your right
To freedom of mind,
Freedom of spirit,
And freedom of creativity.
The moment
An organization,
Group,
Or individual
Enslaves your thinking and believing
Is the moment
You are no longer able to progress
Spiritually
or intellectually.
poem by Anna Maria
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A Poet To Be
A poet I claim not to be,
For words are never there.
In all the years I've tried to write,
I have no words to share.
I sit and think but nothing comes,
No inspiration here.
I want to write of anything,
But still no words I fear.
I read the works of other poets,
I wish I were like them.
How do they write such beautiful lines,
A poet, I'm not him.
I try to write from the heart,
From deep within my soul.
I try to write of the love I have,
But cannot reach my goal.
But why I ask, why can't I write,
Of love so pure and true.
Why can't I write about her eyes,
A mix of green and blue.
I want to write about her smile,
It brightens up my day.
I try to think of anything,
But words I cannot say.
I wish I knew how to write,
A poem with such bliss.
I wish I knew how to describe,
Her soft but tender kiss.
I cannot even begin to write,
How she holds me tight.
How her arms around me,
Makes everything just right.
A poet does not have to think,
The words flow right out.
When I sit and try to write,
I want to scream and shout.
I mean come on, how hard can it be,
To write about her hair.
Such long beautiful natural blonde,
That flows in the air.
I try to write about her laugh,
The words will not fly.
Time passes and finally,
I say it's soft and high.
It's been an hour and a half,
I'm here on verse twelve.
I had to go to Rhymezone,
To find out the rhyme is shelve.
A poet does not do that,
Go online to find a rhyme.
A poet has it in his head,
And can write at any time.
But a poet I am not,
For I cannot write of love.
How the girl I am with,
Is an angel from up above.
How I love her with all my heart,
And want to spend my life with her.
How her love for me is more,
Than I can ever be for sure.
As I draw near the end,
My mind is not so numb.
I realize I've just written of love,
A poet I have become.
poem by Adam McKim
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His Kiss For Her
HIS KISS
WHERE HER HEAD SPINS AROUND
AND THE EARTH DIDN'T MOVE
FINDING HER SELF ON CLOUD NINE
NOT WANTING THE MOMENT TO END
TO LAST TIME AFTER TIME,
HIS KISS
A STAND STILL MOMENT
WHERE FLOWERS BLEW
THE SUNSHINE SHINED
NOT A CLOUD IN THE SKY
A FOREVER SMILE IN HER EYE,
HIS KISS
HER DREAM COMING TRUE
EVERYTHING SHE NEEDED TO KNOW
WAS IN HIS KISS
THAT SHE'D HOLD DEEPLY INSIDE
AS HE BEGINS TO GO
BUT STILL SHE WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER
HIS KISS,
poem by Bruce Martone
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I want to write
I want to write, something nice, but nothing comes to mind. Today words are unkind and will not come out from where they normally hide.
Today I want to write, write something nice, and make someone smile, to look forward to a lovely day and an even more an exciting night.
Words of the powerful mind, tell me where you hide, where in the world can I find, find you to create a masterpiece, burn paper with ink, write till I no more blink, as you take me to a place of so many tears, peaceful sleeps, sorrow, happiness, and enchanted dreams…
I want to write, something nice, but nothing comes to mind. Words have deserted me, why are they so unkind and will not come out from where they normally hide…
poem by Thato Maluleka
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The Missing Link
I play my guitar
I sing from my heart
and people clap.
There is this short
moment, a moment
of being heard,
a moment of being
valued on the scene.
At the end of the show
people say thanks,
words of appreciation,
words that warm the heart
and elevate the mind.
It is only a brief moment,
a brief moment
of feeling different,
as someone special
among the crowd.
And after this moment,
comes the monotone
moments of feeling alone,
of being lost in the dark.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Love Yourself...I Do!
I love myself…in and of this very moment
I will be what I can be
In and of this very moment
For this very moment
Is all that truly exists
Yesterday… no more than a memory
An fading echo in the mist
Tomorrow…only an expectation
Of what our mind thinks is to yet to be
Tomorrow…a figment of our imagination
That we may never come to see
The choice is mine
To be mellow…to have bliss
I’ll not belittle myself
Nor hold myself remiss
Today I’ll see and recognize
Only things worthy and good
For in this moment, I realize
Of what not to value…and of what I should
Today…yes this very moment
I’ll like me…and I’ll persist
For this very precious moment…right now
Is all that truly…exists
Love yourself…forgive yourself
live in and of… this very moment
poem by David Whalen
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Write Me
Aerosmith
Write Me
Well I've been away forever, suicide's crossin' my mind,
But I'll never never never never never get so far behind.
I said, the ways of the night are evil with eyes that love the day,
but I'll never never never never never get so far away.
I said write me, write me, write me.
I said write me, write me, write me.
Well there's nothin' I can see that'd ever make
me want to be without her she's good, she's good to me.
Said there's no way to explain the kind of feeling
that you get out in the rain she's good, she's good to me.
See this emptiness inside it makes me scream
it make me crawl out of my high, she's good, she's good to me.
I love her.
Write me a letter, write me a letter, write it today, I'm goin' away.
Well I've been away forever, suicide's crossin' my mind,
But I'll never never never never never get so far behind.
Well I've been so many places hidin' from the wind and the rain,
But you could write me a letter for to save me from a goin' insane.
I said write me, write, write, write me.
Write me, write, write, write me.
Write me, write, write, write.
I said write me, write, write, write me.
Write me, write, write, write me.
Don't write me baby.
song performed by by Aerosmith
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This Is The Moment
This is the moment
This is the day
This is the moment
When I know
I am on my way
Every endeavor
I have made ever
Is coming into play
Is here and now today
This is the moment
This the time
When the momentum
And the moment
are in rhyme
Give me this moment
My precious chance
I'll gather up my best
And make some sense atlast
This is the moment
When all I've done
All of the dreaming,
scheming
And screaming
becomes one
This is the day,
Just see it shine
When all that I have lived for
Becomes mine
This is the moment
This is the hour
When I can open up,
Tomorrow
like a flower
And put my hand to
Everything I plan to
Fulfill my grand desire
See all my stars align
This is the moment
My final test
Destiny beckoned
I never reckoned second best
I won't look back
I must not fall
This is the moment
The sweetest moment
Of them all
This is the moment
So double the odds
This day or never
I'll sit forever
with the gods
When I look back
I will recall
Moment for moment
This was the moment
The greatest moment of them all.
song performed by by Moody Blues
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A Kiss To Build A Dream On
(feat. Arturo Sandoval)
Gimme a kiss to build a dream on
And my imagination
Will thrive upon that kiss
Sweetheart, I ask no more than this
A Kiss to build a dream on
Give me a kiss before you leave me
And my imagination
Will feed my hungry heart
Leave me one thing before we part
A kiss to build a dream on
When I'm alone with my fancies
I'll be with you
Weaving romances
And making believe they're true
So, gimme your lips for just a moment
And my imagination
will make that moment live
Well, give me what you alone can give
A kiss to build a dream on
One kiss, just one kiss
When I'm alone with all my fancies
I'll be dreaming of you
Weaving romances
And making believe they're true
So, gimme your lips for just a moment
and my imagination
will make that moment live
Please give me what you alone can give
A kiss to build a dream on
A kiss to build a dream on
Just a kiss to build a dream on
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Coming Of Spring
Coming of spring over the fields
she sitting there in the tall grass
talking of the effects of art on the
human mind and fragile heart and
you sitting there beside her your
hand near hers as it lay there and
you half listening to her words while
taking in a glimpse of thigh showing
where her skirt rides high out of the
corner of your eye and she saying
without the essence art life would be
a mistake and you lean forward and
kiss her neck sensing the softness of
skin the smell of sweet scent wishing
Rubens or Renoir could capture her
with brush and oils and by stretched
canvas held with the coming of spring
in this green field where songbirds sing.
poem by Terry Collett
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The Miracle of a Moment
A week?
A day?
An hour?
Time enough
For excellence
A moment?
Too little!
Too swift!
Too short!
Too brief!
Not so
Not right
Not true
A moment?
It’s enough!
Pregnant with possibilities
A moment
Overflowing with opportunities
A Moment
Saturated with significance
A moment
Rich with reality
A moment
Bursting with beauty
A moment
Loaded with life
A moment
Encoded with eternity
A moment
Maximize every moment
poem by Howard Simon
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Destiny
What if everything you ever wanted
throughout all your lifetime, beckons
and falls right in front of your feet
like stars fall to earth from heavens
Feels like it's, once in a lifetime moment
and you really don't want to let it slip
Your heart tells you to seize the moment
reach out and grab it, secure it
but motionless like a statue of cold stone
your mind makes you stay and hold still
It's a heart over the mind matter, a plus for the soul
so suddenly you just try to grab it and never let it go
But the moment slips out from your grasp
it escapes from your fingertips and flies away
to join the light that's already out there
and you're just left alone to chase the clouds away
But the stars keep on falling and it's not rare
just that we don't see them for what they are
So embrace your life and live it to the fullest
there's always another time for each and every test
things will happen even if you don't want them to happen
World's not messed up, it's just us and our ways that are
poem by Pamuditha Zen Anjana
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