Marriage On A Sunday
the man is albanian
we think he is British, bloody british they'd say.
at six feet five, his built is horrendous,
if horrible means the same as that,
broad shoulders, pluffy, peachy cheeks
glowing in Philippine summer. He is the groom.
the woman is a Filipina, chinky, brownish,
short, petite, too small for his huge kind of
affection, they call it love. she is a mere five feet
long black hair, small arms,
frail, she is beautiful and too innocent
for this kind of an important affair. Marriage.
Her chatmate finally now her groom.
Her saviour from poverty, and family honour.
It is none of my business really. But i have
doubts on this discrepancy.
Love, is this love? Can love bloom
between tall and short, between white
and brown, between the rich and the poor,
between an innocent Filipina girl and
and a bloody britisher? Forgive the word.
Tell me, who's the lucky one?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Beach Neighbor
at the other side
of the fence
is my British
expatriate
neighbor
his beard is white
and he is
6 feet tall
retired
military man
married to
a Filipina
who split with her husband
5 years ago
i watch him playing
with an adopted
2 year old
brown kid,
they are throwing stones
to the sea.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Beside Me
an old american
wearing sleepers.
white sands clinging
still on his feet.
beside him
her filipina. the brown girl
black hair. orange sarong
wrapping her body
she needs yahoo.
he says, what are you looking for?
i do not really think
that she is literate. but i can sense
she is trying to be
just like anybody else.
he thinks she is beautiful and
cheap.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Red Carnation As A Symbol
many want to stand for it
love, yes could be,
fire, fire on a green stalk
from whom? from love
yes, yes it could be
bloody, this red carnation
is bloody
but love, love, yes it could be
love, from the pocket
of your black suited heart
oh, yes, bloody, so bloody,
this red carnation, could still be
love, love, yes it could be
how much harm more can
it do
wrecking havoc on innocent
hearts, these bloody, bloody
victims
of love, love, yes, the red
carnation could still be
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Nappy Head
Your hair is dirty, good sir -
Said an innocent child to me one day.
I have what they call African hair,
A natural nappy head.
Its brownish colour they call mousy
What I really would like called auburn.
And so the kid had observed,
She was innocent though
And I had to explain to her
That the same creator who endowed her
With her long beautiful black curly hair
Had also done the same with my kinky mousy one!
poem by Kimani wa Mumbi
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What Kind Of Girl
(graham russell, rex goh)
What kind of girl, what kind of girl
What kind of man is enough to begin to understand
How love begins so small
From that first day when she wakes and your arms are all she has
To hold on to
Youll never let her go and you say
What kind of girl
Youll never run any more now the world has come alive
For you, youll say ( how did I once survive )
What kind of girl does it take that gives everything she has
Always to share, her love is everywhere
And youll say what kind of girl
What kind of girl
What kind of girl
What kind of girl
What kind of girl
From that first day when she wakes and your arms are all she has
To hold on to
Youll never let her go and you say
What kind of girl
What kind of girl
What kind of girl
What kind of girl
What kind of girl
song performed by by Air Supply
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Am I The Kind Of Girl Who Could Be Your Boyfriend?
Am i the kind of girl who could be your boyfriend
Am i the kind of jill who could play with jacks
Am i the kind of girl who could be your boyfriend
The kind of screw that your toolbox lacks
Put on the shoes, come let's go bend the rules
We'll kiss and make up, showing them all
They're straight-laced fools
I'm the kind of girl who could be your boyfriend
Am i the kind of woman who could be your man
Let's twist it up
Let's fix it up
Let's bend it up
C'mon now
Let's send it on up
Am i the kind of girl who could be your boyfriend
Am i the kind of belle who could be your beau
Am i the kind of girl who could be your boyfriend
The kind of buck who could spend your dough
Tear up the ticket, who needs that show tonight
Tear up the ticket, i'll be the groom
And honey you'll be the bride in white
I'm the kind of girl who could be your boyfriend
Am i the kind of girl who could be your man
Let's twist it up
Let's send it up
Let's bend it up
C'mon now
Let's fix it up
La la la la la la la
Am i the kind of girl who could be your boyfriend
Am i the kind of girl who could be your man
Am i the kind of girl who could be your boyfriend
Am i the kind of girl who could be your man
song performed by by Xtc
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The True Meaning Of Love
La Amour...
Mapenzi...
Amore...
Love...
In every language you say,
it sounds sweet any day
Love is an emotion of strong affection and attraction
It is the intimate addiction to the one
The one you give all your heart, the one you promised never to be apart.
Love is a virtue of kindness and compassion,
it is the unselfish devotion with vows of passion
love unleashes a variety of different feelings, feelings so real it's more like healing
to a heart that has been chilling,
in the depths of the cold sea.
love is passionate, it is the closeness of being together
it is the oneness of being in love, to hold and to have
love compares to survival instincts, that keep humans together
love is less of a sexual affair,
it's more of a punishment that you endure over and again because you care.
in love, you never fall,
when you fall, it does not hurt
and when it hurts, you do not cry,
because love conquers all.
whether rich or poor, on the beach or in the shower
whether short or tall, in winter or in fall
whether blind or deaf, insecure or feeling safe
all you need is love.
love is an international language that overrides all the cultural and linguistic illusions that represent our generation
love is reciprocated, it's a mammalian drive like hunger or thirst
call it lust, call it attachment,
but i call it safety,
the security to say the words 'i love you' and feel it, to say ‘i need you' and see it.
love has taken control of my system, stimulating my brain's pleasure center
i am so in love i get side effects
when i can't eat, it's because of you
when i can't sleep, it's because of you
when my heart beats, it's because of you
when i stop to stare at another woman, it's because of you
it's because i know, she has nothing on you
the common ground for humanity, is the need and desire for love
love is timeless,
love is kind,
love and kindness are never wasted, and so is time
so trust me when i say,
I LOVE YOU
poem by Lucas Miganda
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Long Tall Shorty
They call me the long tall shorty
cause I know what love is all about
They call me long tall shorty
cause I know what love is all about
Well I can tell you where the lights go
Oh, when they go out
Girls, if you get lonely
Dial 4-2-4-6-8-9
Well, girls, if you get lonely
Dial 4-2-4-6-8-9
And your troubles will be over
Ill even give you back you dime
Oh yeah
I like em long, I like em tall
I like em short, and that aint all
Now when I die, dont bury me deep
Just put some women to my head, to my feet
Tell all the world now, to come and peep
Long tall shorty now has gone to sleep
Whoa now
I like em long, I like em tall
Oh yeah
They call me long tall shorty
cause I know what love is all about
They call me long tall shorty
cause I know what love is all about
Well I can tell you where the lights go
Oh, when they go out
song performed by by Kinks
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Sweet And Innocent
Lots of loves are precious
Lots of loves are true
But they can't make the kind of love
I get from loving you
Sweet and innocent is your love to me
The way you hold me not too tight
The tender way you kiss goodnight
Makes you the one exactly right for me
Young and beautiful
Is the love I get from you
They say that you dont know the score
For this I love you even more
Young and beautiful, sweet and innocent
Sweet and innocent
Like the love I get from you
They say that you don't know the score
For this I love you even more
Young and beautiful, sweet and innocent
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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A Bride
I am a bride of Christ, said Sister Bede;
He kisses me with a thousand stars.
My bridesmaids are the angels
At elbows and head; the wind
Of the four corners my choristers;
The wounds of my groom, my wedding ring;
The hammer on the nails in His hands and feet
Are reminders of His love for me, I swoon
At His touch, for His love is overmuch.
I am but a grain of sand beneath His feet,
An echo in the desert of His wanderings,
A lost sheep of his multifold flock; He holds me
In His arms when I am found, angels in His kingdom
Rejoice at this, but I am as dew
Upon the morning grass,
A speck of dust in the world’s whirl,
A mere grain in His creation of worlds.
I sit and wonder at my gain,
My bridegroom’s touch, His saving arms,
His blessed hands, His finger pointing
At His sacred heart. Nothing in the universe
Can match His power, nothing can separate me
From His boundless love: I feel myself as saved
From darkness and gloom, my sins mar my skin,
My faithlessness taints my breath,
My lack of love hangs in my hair;
But He is my groom; His love washes away
All that taints; His coming is as the sun
On a morning’s break; He has brought me home
To my heart’s desire; He has set my soul alight
With His love’s deep fire.
poem by Terry Collett
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Love can be.
Love can be there when we start,
Love can be there when we depart.
Love can be hot,
Love can be cold.
Love can be an unsure,
Love can be confident as gold.
Love can be good,
Love can be unkind.
Love can be mysterious,
Love can be blind.
Love can be endless,
Love can be short.
Love can be stolen,
Love can be bought.
Love can understand,
Love can be an art,
Love can be tearing apart.
Love can be spoken,
Love can be making.
Love can be broken,
Love can be leaving,
Love can be a cost.
Love can believe,
Love can be lost.
Love can be jealously,
Love can be a task.
Love can be all at sea,
Love can be under a mask.
Love can be big,
Love can be small.
Love can be meaning,
Love can be a phone call.
Love can be sexy,
Love can be in words.
Love can be funny.
Love can be in this verse.
Love can be, like the love in you and me.
poem by Guy Lipmore
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Sunday
She’s a sweet girl as innocent as a newborn infant. She’s as beautiful as the first day of spring. Her smile brightens even the darkest of hours, her smile like a blossoming flower.
The scent of her hair wanders in the air, while flashbacks of recent kisses haunt me continuously.
How can I hurt such a woman? What kind of a man would that make me, a coward? Hiding behind a slightly bruised shell. HEY, but what the hell if I can’t offer her the kind of love she needs.
I planted a seed in good soil, but I doubt it’ll see its birth here on earth. I am a murderer of innocent lives, so you see I can’t make her my wife.
She’s a sweet girl as innocent as a new born infant. In fact her soul would be sold for less than it is worth. And for what it’s worth, I realize it isn’t fair, but in spite of everything I do care…
poem by Thato Maluleka
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Sweet & Innocent
Sherrill/hall
Lots of loves are precious
Lots of loves are true
But they cant make the kind of love
I get from loving you
Sweet and innocent is your love to me
The way you hold me not too tight
The tender way you kiss goodnight
Makes you the one exactly right for me
Young and beautiful
Is the love I get from you
They say that you dont know the score
For this I love you even more
Young and beautiful, sweet and innocent
Sweet and innocent
Like the love I get from you
They say that you dont know the score
For this I love you even more
Young and beautiful, sweet and innocent
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Who You Calling Shorty
I am the short girl who
is always at the end of the line
looking up at the shoulders of others
and I don't' like that.
All the models are tall and have long legs
me, I'm short and made to feel like a child
especially when standing in line staring at backs.
I am the short girl.
So I stand back when tall people approach
so as to not have to crane my neck looking up
I like shorter men most times for the same reasons and more
I have learned to resent the tall shelves built into my kitchen
and subway straps which stop too short
for me to reach.
Overly tall heels make me look like a stork walking
and hurt my feet;
I am the short girl
and I see guys
looking over my head
at other girls
when we talk.
So I make up for it by being smart
and putting cushions on my chair
by being a good dancer on the dance floor
although they told me I didn't have 'good lines'
in my ballerina class.
I am the short girl
and don't know what to do.
What would you do
if you were me?
I guess I could stop complaining
and grow up
but only if I could;
see what I mean?
Short people are the unseen minority
and please tell the rap people
to stop calling me shortie;
that is rubbing it in.
Some of us have bone implants
put into our shins
to gain an inch
but that is not me
that seems drastic and risky.
So I will relax into my navel landscape
and looking up at chins;
I suppose life could be worse
than merely being always called shortie.
But folks keep in mind
true though that might be
us short people
don't like that only our height is being seen
as the most important thing
people see.
So all you storks
gangly and tottering
know by aged 60
you will all lose height
and you tall folks
will sink right down
to the same height
as the rest of us.
Then you and I will
come to see eye to eye.
Until then
see this as the short person's manifesto.
(Smile)
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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I Love All Of Me
Im a shy girl, my mother calls me flatchest,
Im a heavy boy, my father calls me a fathead,
Im a small guy, my friends call me an armrest,
Im a big girl, the boys call me a waterbed.
I love all of me, I love all of me,
I love all of me, I just wanna be.
Im a yellow girl, you choose to call me slanted eyes,
Im a white boy who fights for his roots and ties,
Im a red woman who cries over her childs hunger,
Im a black man whos come to terms with his anger.
I love all of me, I love all of me,
I love all of me, I just wanna be.
Im a nomad who writes his words in sand,
Im an aborigine who wishes to save his clan,
Im all people who cry for their land,
People of the world walking hand in hand.
I love all of me,
(I love all - love me)
I love all of me,
(I love all - love me)
I love all of us,
(I love all - love me)
We just wanna be.
Live and let live, live and let live,
Live and let live, live and let live
Phew, the cross we carry is so heavy.
I wanna sit down for a second. do you mind?
Not lie down, just sit down,
Not too long, just so long.
Hey! I got an I dare, cant we just burn the crosses instead of people?
I happen to think thats healthy, and its not blasphemy.
So brush your wings, shine your rings,
And we can sing.
Are you ready?
I love all of me,
(I love all - love me)
I love all of me,
(I love all - love me)
I love all of us,
(I love all - love me)
We just wanna be.
Once more!
I love all of me,
(I love all - love me)
I love all of me,
(I love all - love me)
I love all of us,
(I love all - love me)
We just wanna be.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Thank You, With Love
Thanks is a word
So small and worn
On little smiles
It does adorn
A feeling and love
And compassion
And joy
And so today
I will employ
This innocent word
To be written to you
It may hit your ears
While passing through
I’ll send my love
In a form of a prayer
For thanks is, after all
A heartfelt affair.
poem by Jennie Scheihing
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I am Carioca! !
I come from my Rio de Janeiro
where all loves are possible
I do not know if by sea or mountains
or if the carioca way of loving
There is a freedom in our soul
for love, for dance
touched by the immense beauty
that surrounds us all
we love, black and white
rich and poor
in our sands all are equals
pulled by 'S', talk nonsense
but we are happy
Cariocas we are
For everything we give a way
And love Carioca is different
to love any other
is wind and soft sand under your feet
is sea green, crystalline, huge waves
is the cold beer in the afternoon, the breakfast
always in the same bakery
It's beauty that blind us
it hurts of longing,
like lost love
but it always comes back
distance is short
between you and total love
my homeland, my sonnet
the good mood, entire joy
Good Morning my Rio de Janeiro!
poem by Mirna Morgan
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Love Is
What is love, Love can't see you but you can't see it
Love is a sneaky thing I guess sort of slick
Love can hurt and Love can heal
Love can be born and Love can kill
Love has won and Love has lost
Love can catch and Love can toss
Love can stand and Love can fall
Love is small and Love is tall
Love is right and Love is wrong
Love is weak but Love is strong
Love is up and Love is down
Love can smile and Love can frown
Love is good and Love can be bad
Love is quite and Love can brag
Love is a little and Love is a lot
Love contiues and Love stops
Love can hope and Love can dream
Love can talk and Love can sing
Love can be a word or Love can be a ring
Love can be nothing or Love can be everything
So where is this thing we call Love
I dont know the only real love we have comes from above...
poem by Daniel Chapman
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Love Of Another Kind
They say love is cruel
They say love is rather fragile
But Ive found in you
A love of another kind.
They say love brings hurt
I say love brings healing
Understanding first
Its a love of another kind.
(bridge)
The love I know
Is a love so few discover
They need to know
Jesus love is like no other.
They save love wont last
I say love is neverending
Cause in you I have
A love of another kind.
They would change their tune
They would add another measure
If they only knew
This love of another kind.
(repeat bridge)
(repeat verses)
Love of another kind
The love of another kind
The love of another kind
The love of another, the love of another kind.
Give me love
This is love (this is love)
Another kind, another kind of love.
This is love (this is love)
You need another kind of love
Another kind, another kind of love.
Another kind of love
This is love
Give me love
Another kind, another kind of love.
song performed by by Amy Grant
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A Crush
It's about a girl.
Possibly the most attractive girl I've ever known.
I was quite taken with her,
almost from the very begining.
Brown eyes and black hair.
Small and skinny.
So proper in all the right ways.
I was in love with her and I still am.
I long now for this wonderful girl.
So beautiful and comely.
I'll spend my life longing for this wonderful and beautiful girl.
I'm sorry I never had a chance to be with her.
poem by Michael McParland
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