My Wish For You Now
i wish that there will be
peace above your head
like butterflies so still
on leaves at noon.
i wish you sweet dreams
soft, cool, colors
baby pinks and
pastel blues
white lotus blooming
as you sleep.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sleep Baby Sleep
Sleep Baby Sleep....,
You'll be better soon....,
Sleep Baby Sleep....,
You've been ill since noon...,
Your body will repair itself....,
Just close your eyes....,
And dream sweet dreams...,
Sleep Baby Sleep....,
You'll feel better soon....,
Sleep Baby Sleep....,
You'll get better soon.
poem by Trade Martin
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City Boy Blues
Fireflies in dogfights
Runnin hot in the heat
Street noise, another bribe
Things too hard to believe--so head out
My hearts in the country
My feets in the city with you
All my friends are eatin sushi
Talkin bad about you know who-who-who
My tongues talkin riddles
But I just cant seem to find a clue
So I take a swig of whiskey
And jump into the saddle with you-you-you
And I just cant seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
And I just cant seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
Cats in the alley
Rats in my snakeskin boots
All my neighbors think Im crazy
And my girl thinks Im losin my cool-cool-cool
And I just cant seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
And I just cant seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
Dont look to jesus to change your seasons
Its the american dream
Souls of gypsies, road of stone
Cant seem to find no peace--so head out
And I just cant seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
And I just cant seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
I got the blues, I got the blues, got the city boy blues
And I just cant seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
And I just cant seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
And I just cant seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
I got the blues, I got the blues,
I got the blues, I got the blues
I got the blues, I got the blues,
I got the blues, I got the blues
song performed by by Motley Crue
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Butterflies For Breakfast? (Life Poem)
Butterflies before you sit the final exam,
Butterflies before you go for a job interview,
Butterflies before you ask her out on a date,
Butterflies before you kiss her for the first time,
Butterflies before you propose two will be one,
Butterflies before you meet her family,
Butterflies before you see her all in white,
Butterflies before you make that big speech,
Butterflies before you see that your baby is OK,
Butterflies before you get news from the doctor,
Butterflies before you lose your job again,
Butterflies before you face any little crisis,
But -
No butterflies for breakfast.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Baby Crib
A baby soon will sleep in that crib
He will have lots of dreams
Soon you will have those sweet dreams baby
And in your dreams you will be able to count the ships baby
While the angels come down from haven and watch out for you baby
That crib will be the place where he will go to sleep
That crib belongs to him
That crib is an old one
It is one of a kind
You don’t see it anymore
That crib will be nice and warm for him to sleep in the winter nights
And cool in the summer for him to sleep
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Soft On My Eyes
Pastel colors, soft and pale
muted for my sight
express a feeling of tranquilness
and so it is I write
of baby blankets,
soft and light.
And pale pink roses
that carress my eyes
and colorful sunsets
in the skies.
Of robin's eggs
in shades of blue
and aqua waters
in a tropical view.
Of soapy bubbles
that burst in air,
leaving their colors
floating somewhere.
Of springtime lilacs
that start out dark
then lighten slowly
to leave a mark
on my memory forever
so pale and sweet,
erasing the intensity of
the colors of heat.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Its A Free World Baby
(berry/buck/mills/stipe)
I was hungry when I said
I never got to sleep
You go ahead
You can get whatever you want
Theres a feeling in my belly
The new tomorrow scene
Its an interesting job
Its the fireworks
(chorus 1)
I dont need it (I dont need it)
I hit my head (he hit his head)
I cant feel anything
You gave too much away
You came to say
Its a free world baby
And you gave too much away
Hey, hey
Get whatever you want
Get whatever you want
Me, Im tired of this candy
My teeth ache my head
Boys in bed, girls in bed
All now go to sleep
Sleep, sweet dreams
Wake to a new today tomorrow
(repeat chorus 1)
Its a free world baby
Get whatever you want
Get whatever you want
(chorus 2)
Boys in bed, girls in bed
All now go to sleep
Sleep, sweet dreams
Wake to a new today tomorrow
Sleep, sweet dreams
Wake to a new today tomorrow
(repeat chorus 1)
Its a free world baby
Its a free world baby
(repeat chorus 2)
song performed by by REM
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Big, Wide, White Soft Pillow On My Bed Tonight
big, wide, white soft pillows
on my bed tonight
my head rests for a while
as i wait for you
on this kind of lovely game
my fingers are tired and there they
are fainting with my hands
my eyes are closing like the windows
of the houses in the village
lights turning off like fireflies
getting some sleep on treetops
some locks of my hair fall on the the white
linens where my body lies
like a mountain on the grasy plain
white soft pillows on my bed
my conscience sleeps like a fat man drunk and dead asleep
on the thick warm pastel blue mattress
not hearing the loudness of his snores
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Prism of Winter
The sun begins to slowly rise
Into the soft pastel colors of morning
A beautiful sunrise starts a story of winter
Beginning with the sun spreading it's rays of light
The snow is starting to fall in the light of the sun
Falling as light as soft white feathers
Spreading through the bright glow from the sun
An enormous arch spreads through the sky with many colors
This colorful arch adds a beautiful scene to the sky
A rainbow called the Prism of Winter
poem by Sarah Bruun
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Sweet Baby James
There is a young cowboy he lives on the range
His horse and his cattle are his only companions
He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons
Waiting for summer, his pastures to change
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
Thinking about women and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes as the doggies retire
He sings out a song which is soft but its clear
As if maybe someone could hear
(chorus)
Goodnight you moonlight ladies
Rockabye sweet baby james
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose
Wont you let me go down in my dreams
And rockabye sweet baby james
Now the first of december was covered with snow
And so was the turnpike from stockbridge to boston
Lord, the berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frosting
With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go
Theres a song that they sing when they take to the highway
A song that they sing when they take to the sea
A song that they sing of their home in the sky
Maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep
But singing works just fine for me
- chorus -
song performed by by James Taylor
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Sweet Baby
Baby, sweet baby, with tears in your eyes
Rest your head gently, there's no need to cry,
Come let me sing you a soft lullaby
The sandman is coming and dreamland is nigh;
Baby, sweet baby, with skin soft and fair
And little pink ribbons done up in your hair,
In your tiny world there should not be a care
May angels surround you and send you a prayer;
Baby, sweet baby, your cute button nose
Your soft tiny fingers and sweet baby toes
Have truly bewitched me and nobody knows
How the depth of my love for you just grows and grows;
So precious and tender your love is to me,
Until I first held you, I never could see
How wonderfully magical my life could be -
You've opened my heart and my spirit is free!
For my sweet little angel Shelby Lynn
Morning breeze
Sun shine enters followed by
Cool breeze through the window,
Kingdom of sleep comes to end
Some string pulls head from pillow.
Feel of morning cool breeze
touching the body, soul wakes.
Thunder of memories of night cooled
on flow of dreams, putting brake.
Trees have worked whole night
now singing lullaby before go to rest.
Leaves are swaying and dancing
as some one shaking holding hands.
Reach passing through woods, orchards
mountains, sea and meadows
with sweet, salty, whiffed cool touch
wane blossoms and faces glow.
Blooming blossoms swaying say
good morning to kissing sun rays.
Whispering breeze performs prayer
in the temples and the churches.
Chirping birds swing their wings
to welcome and embrace the breeze.
Celestial cool touch pierce the soul
thoughts for a while freeze.
(C) S. D. Tiwari
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Candy Hearts Can Kill
CUTE ONE, BE MINE, LOVE ME
Valentine’s day brings them out
BE TRUE, KISS ME, HUG ME,
Sayings candy Sweethearts shout
Jumbled like a crazy quilt
Field of pastel blossoms
pink, orange, purple, green, yellow, white
and now soft brown chocolate too
Spill them out
And hear them shout
Those mocking slogans
at you
NEW LOVE, MY GUY
BABY GIRL, ONLY U
MY SWEET, ONE LOVE
That’s how candy can torture you
MISS YOU, CALL ME,
SWEET ONE, MARRY ME
How loud can candy shrieking be?
Tiny little pastel hearts
Each bit of sugared bliss
can be a bitter poison pill
when you have no one to kiss
HUG ME, BE GOOD, MY THRILL
a message that can kill
Candy Sweethearts
Can break your heart
If you are
LOVE LESS
still
poem by Mary Havran
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The Blues In Black And White
the writing is on the wall, baby
We're different as day and night
But I guess that I refused to face it
The blues in black and white
When I got home I knew, baby
Something was wrong tonight
When I found the note you wrote ,it gave
The blues in black and white
CHORUS
Color my world without you in it
And the future dont look too bright
Darlin' its not a pretty picture
The blues in black and white
Since you've been gone I'm going crazy
I've got to get on with my life
Maybe I'll write a book and call it
The blues in black and white
repeat chorus
song performed by by Randy Travis
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Van Gogh Ceilings
The colors of our nights
flow in different hues
blood reds on the satin sheets
deep dark blues of gentle breathing
candle light soothing;
the smells of body scents
and perfume;
August's most heated nights
the sweep of enfolding arms
the over head fan twirls
over gentle writhings
healing tremblings
as we two
spin away into
Perfection's Consumated Dream
where breathless love mates
with sensual overwhelmng
sighs seductive breathings
making it oh so clear
why
we humans were placed here
to make love and children
in the colors of our night
hot pinks
ravishing reds
and deep blues.
I look into your eyes
reflecting back to me
the nights perfection
come real
and if never again
to be seen
this time alone would be enough
to paint Van Gogh
colors and stars
on our bed room ceiling
forever
on this
Starry Starry Night
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Van Gogh Nights
The colors of our nights
flow in different hues
blood reds on the satin sheets
deep dark blues of gentle breathing
candle light soothing;
the smells of body scents
and perfume;
August's most heated nights
the sweep of enfolding arms
the over head fan twirls
over gentle writhings
healing tremblings
as we two
spin away into
Perfection's Consumated Dream
where breathless love mates
with sensual overwhelmng
sighs seductive breathings
making it oh so clear
why
we humans were placed here
to make love and children
in the colors of our night
hot pinks
ravishing reds
and deep blues.
I look into your eyes
reflecting back to me
the nights perfection
come real
and if never again
to be seen
this time alone would be enough
to paint Van Gogh
colors and stars
on our bed room ceiling
forever
on this
Starry Starry Night
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Follow Your Rainbow
Go and follow your rainbow
travel it from end to end.
Go see just what awaits you
in the colors of the beams it sends.
The reds and blues the greens and yellows
purple, orange and pinks.
There is every color God has made
all you could ever envision, or even think!
God's paint brushes dipped in colors
mixed and blended until just right.
Then He places a rainbow after every storm
each one, for mankind's hearts delight.
poem by Linda Winchell
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Oh! No Not My Baby
(gerry goffin, carole king)
[a side of mercury 6052 371, 1973]
When my friends told me you had someone new,
I didnt believe a single word was true
I told them all I had faith in you.
I kept a-right on sayin
Oh, no, not my baby,
Oh no, not my sweet baby.
Youre not like all those other girls
Who play with the mens hearts like they were toys.
My mama told me, son when rumors spread
That there is truth somewhere,
And you should use your head.
But sure didnt listen to what she said,
Dont you know I kept a-right on sayin
Oh, no, not my baby,
Oh no, not my sweet baby.
Youre not like all those other girls
Who lead you on and tell you lies
No, no, my baby
Tell me, baby
I dont believe what they say, no
Oh, no, not my baby,
Oh no, not my sweet baby.
Oh, no, not my baby,
Oh no, not my sweet baby.
Not my baby, not my baby
Not my baby, not my baby
Not my baby, not my baby
Not my sweet sweet baby,
Not my baby, not my baby
Not my baby, not my baby
Not my baby, not my baby
No way, not my baby
Not my baby, not my baby
Not my sweet sweet baby
Oh, no, not my baby,
Oh no, not my sweet baby.
Oh, no, not my baby,
Oh no, not my sweet baby.
Oh, no, not my baby,
Oh no, not my sweet baby.
Oh, no, not my baby,
Oh no, not my sweet baby.
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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A Cradle Song
Sweet dreams, form a shade
O’er my lovely infant’s head;
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams
By happy, silent, moony beams.
Sweet Sleep, with soft down
Weave thy brows an infant crown.
Sweet Sleep, Angel mild,
Hover o’er my happy child.
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my delight;
Sweet smiles, mother’s smiles,
All the livelong night beguiles.
Sweet moans, dovelike sighs,
Chase not slumber from thy eyes.
Sweet moans, sweeter smiles,
All the dovelike moans beguiles.
Sleep, sleep, happy child,
All creation slept and smil'd;
Sleep, sleep, happy sleep,
While o’er thee thy mother weep.
Sweet babe, in thy face
Holy image I can trace.
Sweet babe, once like thee,
Thy Maker lay and wept for me,
Wept for me, for thee, for all,
When He was an infant small.
Thou His image ever see,
Heavenly face that smiles on thee
Smiles on thee, on me, on all;
Who became an infant small.
Infant smiles are His own smiles;
Heaven and earth to peace beguiles.
poem by William Blake from Songs of Innocence (1789)
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Granny's Angel
In my grand baby world she
Dream of pink butterflies and
Angel with golden wings playing
And singing sweet lullabies
She dream of sweet sugar plums
And lollipops dancing around her
Head
She dream of fairies, white doves
And pink butterflies
With wings tips of gold
Gold and silver dust sprinkling
Down as they open their wings
She dream of little fairies tickling
Little feet
Her joy shows as her laughter cries
Out
Bouncing around with little fairies
Playing and singing sweet lullabies
Her eyes of blue, as deep as the sky
Looking up at the golden half moon
Hanging so high
Stars of silver and golden threads flickers
Durning the night
Unicorns and fairies playing in a
Field of clovers
With pink ribbons and bows
She dreams of pink butterflies as she lay
In her crib sleeping
Dreaming of sweet nothings
Fairies, butterflies and little
Angels with unicorns in her world
As she sleeps in her little world
Where fantasy is true
Her little sisters and brothers
All angels in heavens
Where her world is all but a beautiful
Dream
As she grow and flourish to be a wife
A mother
And tell her stories to her children in
The future
Dedicated To My Grand Baby Miya
poem by Carolyn Sears
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Breaking The Day In Two
When from dawn till noon seems one long day,
And from noon till night another,
Oh, then should a little boy come from play,
And creep into the arms of his mother.
Snugly creep and fall asleep,
O come, my baby, do;
Creep into my lap, and with a nap,
We'll break the day in two.
When the shadows slant for afternoon,
When the midday meal is over;
When the winds have sung themselves into a swoon,
And the bees drone in the clover.
Then hie to me, hie, for a lullaby-
Come, my baby, do;
Creep into my lap, and with a nap
We'll break the day in two.
We'll break it in two with a crooning song,
With a soft and soothing number;
For the day has no right to be so long
And keep my baby from slumber.
Then rock-a-by, rock, may white dreams flock
Like angels over you;
Baby's gone, and the deed is done
We've broken the day in two.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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