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Nostalgia

you visit your mother's burial place
white painted cemented mausoleum
she has a picture on the cover of
her own solitary place
you go near
and touch her glossy cheek
she has the smile
that takes you again
somewhere
in that room where you were with her
she kisses you
while you were this little boy
sleeping

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Forest-killburn Nat'l Version

Again i hear a voice
Her voice calling my name
Write the song and call in the beach
And you hear her call
A rose some call it
And watch the sun come up from the edge of the deep green sea
She called my name
And faith
Saying
The stone white clown still laughing after all these years
Some people i'd like to meet
Everytime you take the way to bring me a smile
Never look away from you
In everyway i take the way that you smile
And never look away from you
There's only a picture of her
Fuschia rests inside my heart
Just with a picture of her
Just with a picture of her
And write a letter to elise
And you know she'll never write back in a a hundred years
Can't touch the idol
The siamese twins of fire
Figurehead girl
It all sits inside of me
Just sits inside of me
Just sits inside of me
A place we can go
There's a place we can go
There's a place we can go
There's a place we can go
There's a place we can go
Take me there
Take me there
Take me there
Take me there
Take me there.

song performed by by Cure
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Not Close

Where’s the kid? Kirkehuse
asks. She’s in bed, she’s sleeping,
Mother says. About time; never
knew a kid to yak so much. She’s just

a child. She’s a yakker and she talks
too much. Mother cuddles up close
to Kirkehuse on the sofa as he sips
his booze. You’re too soft with her;

she gets away with things. When I
was a kid I kept quiet and did as I
was told and if I didn’t my old man’d
make sure I knew what’d happen if

I didn’t, Kirkehuse says. Mother kisses
his stubbly cheek. I try, she mutters.
Well, you don’t try hard enough.
The kid just yaks and thinks she knows

things she doesn’t. Kirkehuse looks at
Mother’s head of hair. He kisses her.
And what was that about the history
lesson, eh? She thinks we don’t know

about the Kennedys? Mother pulls at
the hem of her dress; he sips his booze.
She’s just trying to show she’s good at school,
Mother says. Kirkehuse pulls a face.
If she were my kid she’d know her place.

poem by Terry Collett
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Cover Me With Kisses

Cover me with kisses
Jump back tell a friend
Ooh la la la
Ooh la la la
Ooh la la la
I want a movie moment
Were so in love it hurts
Wanna be the main attraction
Everybodys favourite girl
Wanna be in gucci dresses
I know you like that style
A symphony of stars to serenade us
A billion watt smile
Cover me with kisses
Sweet sweet kisses
Come on over and kiss me all over
Im gonna be here
So cover me
Running to you in slow motion
Thunderclaps and pouring rain
The world is falling down around us
We didnt notice anyway
Wanna be in gucci dresses
I know you like that style
A symphony of stars to serenade us
A billion watt smile
So cover me with kisses
Sweet sweet kisses
Come on over and kiss me all over
Im gonna be here
So cover me with kisses
Sweet sweet kisses
Come on over and kiss me all over
My love is for real
Come on come on cover me baby
Come on come on cover me baby
Come on come on cover me baby
Come on come on cover me baby
Come on come on cover me baby
Come on come on cover me baby
Come on come on cover me baby
Come on come on cover me baby
Cover me with kisses
Sweet sweet kisses
Come on over and kiss me all over
Im gonna be here
So cover me with kisses
Sweet sweet kisses
Come on over and kiss me all over
My love is for real
So cover me

song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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Cover You In Kisses

(jerry kilgore/brett jones/jess brown)
You say its cold back there in denver
A foot of new snow on the ground
Youre all bundled up in blankets
Id give anything to be there with you now
Id cover you in kisses
Hold you in my arms
Thats all that I can think of
Every minute were apart
Darlin Ive been livin
For the moment that we touch
So I can cover you in kisses
And wrap you in my love
Baby keep that fire burnin
Pour a glass of that sweet wine
Let your hair down on your shoulders
And Ill be there just in time
To cover you in kisses
Hold you in my arms
Thats all that I can think of
Every minute were apart
Darlin Ive been livin
For the moment that we touch
So I can cover you in kisses
And wrap you in my love
Darlin Ive been livin
For the moment that we touch
So I can cover you in kisses
And wrap you in my love
I wanna cover you in kisses
And wrap you in my love

song performed by by John Michael Montgomery
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Exclusivity....

the selfishness abounds
in the picture

a mom coddles her dad
and only daughter beside a landscape
of tulips

for it's springtime and
freshness is everywhere

the cameras click
and some people not close to the family have to be driven saying

'excuse me, can you move out from there'

family picture, eh?

there exists this feeling of being
excluded

somehow it sometimes gives you the feeling
of correctness

the selfishness of others
begin always with the exclusivity of their newly found families

grandads and grandmoms
have no place in there

even dads and moms
and nephews and nieces

they have become strangers in their
exclusive paradise

and then when the ask
because sometimes poverty too attacks their solidarity

why bother? what the heck?
you have your own private life too
inside your room with your books and lamplight

your bankbook is all yours
and you too have no place for those who are in future need
solitary
you too is an exclusivity
and they too
have no place reserved by you
your room is just enough
your future all yours
your hands are too small
your voice always your own
you do not want anyone to hear it
even in this
poem

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Her Mother Doesn't Know.

Rosina's baby sister died.
The cot stood empty
in the darkened room.

Don't go in there
her mother said.
Rosina opened the door

and peered through
the gap instead.
The toys were still there

by the pink pillow and cover.
Leave the room alone
said her grieving mother.

Moonlight shone upon
the place where baby sister
once turned her face

and smiled or made
her baby noise.
Quiet now the room.

Unplayed with
the idle toys.
Mother cried at night

and often in the day
and stared through
the window at the far off bay.

Father was away
in some distant war
keeping his head down

in some foreign land.
Rosina's baby sister
was buried deep

beneath the ground
in a small white coffin
dressed in a ghostly shroud

with songs sung sadly
and tears in the crowd.
Rosina peered through

the gap of the door
at the cot
and moonlight's glow.

She's seen her baby sister's
ghostly smile
but mother doesn't know.

poem by Terry Collett
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Live Forever

You painted me a picture of tomorrow
A place where you and I walked hand in hand
A world without despair and without shadows
But things just didn't turn out how we'd planned
Now you're gone
(Chorus)
And I believe that there is somewhere
Where the angels fill the sky
And I believe we'll live forever
You and I, you and I
Will never die
I wonder if you knew that you were leaving
I thought that I saw something in your eyes
You painted me a picture of believing
I'll see you there on the other side
And I'll be there

song performed by by Michael W. Smith
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Place From Our Childhood

There is a place from our childhood;
we like to visit now and then,
to recapture our youth,
through the years that has slipped away.
A place that has a magic touch,
even through the years it has changed.
A place where sunshine,
still dances on the water
of rippling waves.
Where the wildlife still gather,
free from harm.
A place of solitude,
where you can find
a little peace of mind.
A place within a city that has not
been strangled by any human hand.
Somewhere you can while time away,
with dreams of another day.

poem by David Harris
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I Smile

I smile to cover the pain
I smile to hide my misery
But I'm tired of life and I wanna die

I want to escape from this hell Im living in
Will someone please take all the pain away
Take me to a place where I can be set free

Never again to know this agony
Never again to know the shit he puts me through

Take me to a place where I can be myself
Take me to a place of love & peace
Take me to a place where I can fly

There is only one problem
He lives off my pain, agony, and misery
He smiles at the site of my pain
But I just smile so no one can see the shit he puts me through

When I smile I turn into a different person
When I smile I lose another piece of my being

Every time I smile I hope someone sees through me
Sees through this fake skin and saves me before I die

poem by Brandi Young
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Of Him I Love Day And Night

OF him I love day and night, I dream'd I heard he was dead;
And I dream'd I went where they had buried him I love--but he was not
in that place;
And I dream'd I wander'd, searching among burial-places, to find him;
And I found that every place was a burial-place;
The houses full of life were equally full of death, (this house is
now;)
The streets, the shipping, the places of amusement, the Chicago,
Boston, Philadelphia, the Mannahatta, were as full of the dead
as of the living,
And fuller, O vastly fuller, of the dead than of the living;
--And what I dream'd I will henceforth tell to every person and age,
And I stand henceforth bound to what I dream'd;
And now I am willing to disregard burial-places, and dispense with
them; 10
And if the memorials of the dead were put up indifferently
everywhere, even in the room where I eat or sleep, I should be
satisfied;
And if the corpse of any one I love, or if my own corpse, be duly
render'd to powder, and pour'd in the sea, I shall be
satisfied;
Or if it be distributed to the winds, I shall be satisfied.

poem by Walt Whitman
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Cover Me

Im not afraid
I can count on you
To catch me now
Ill just let go
One thing is true you wont let me down
With your arms around to
Cover me
With the sweetest touch Ive ever known
Cover me
You wont let me face love alone
I know that smile
Its like a shelter over me
Your arms will reach me wherever my heart leads
Ill blindly believe youll
Cover me
With the sweetest touch Ive ever known
Cover me
You wont let me face love alone
Cover me
I lay beneath the sky above
I close my eyes and let your love
Cover me
Cover me
With the sweetest touch Ive ever known
Cover me
You wont let me face love alone
Cover me
With the sweetest touch Ive ever known
Cover me
You wont let me face love alone
Cover me
Cover me
You wont let me face love alone

song performed by by Jo Dee Messina
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Shangri-La Hotel

A visit to Shangri-La Hotel,
To my lover's room;
A visit to Shangri-La Hotel,
Like the eyes of an elephant;
I want to be in everybody's shoes but,
My mind is bigger than my shoes.
Like a message to the blue bears,
Like amessage to the white bears,
Like a message to the black bears,
LIke a message to the brown bears,
Keep it clean and soft;
a simple life to the muse of love.

A visit to my lover's room,
I am always moving and i don't look back;
Forward ever!
A visit to my lover's room,
I am always moving without looking back;
Backwards never!
A visit to my lover's room,
I know my back could be crooked;
But, i always move on.
I will surely reach to the end one day,
Like a visit to Shangri-La Hotel;
Forward ever, backwards never.

There comes a time when all seems so lost but,
Don't give up on your dreams in this life;
Like a marriage in the rain,
I do have a lover to visit.
The visit of my lover's room is like,
A love song in the rain;
The visit to my lover's room is like,
To marry in the rain;
The visit to my lover's room is like,
To make love in the rain;
The visit to my lover's room is like,
To walk naked in the rain;
The visit to my lover's room is like,
To sing in the rain;
Life is like that at times and,
I have my mind on you.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Nice Place To Visit

Not really lookin for, for nothing special,
Just someplace that I can call my own,
Im growing tired of, of running wild,
Its time I settled down
Bridge:
There seems to be some lights on,
But aint nobody home
I think I see some lights on,
But there aint nobody home
Aint being choosy, but
Dont want no floozy,
And thats not much to ask
Chorus:
Shes a nice place to visit (3x)
But I wouldnt want to live her,
Nice place to visit
Hey, is anybody home?
Seeing is believing,
But looks can be deceiving,
What you get aint always what you see
I like what s down there,
But no one is upstairs,
I think theres bats in the belfry
Chorus
I dont know whats come over me,
Im blinded by the scenery,
Nice place to visit,
I dont know what Im gonna do
Im coming back because of you,
Nice place to visit, visit, visit...
Bridge
This big bad wolf knows
Which way the wind blows,
And which little piggys house is made of brick,
Must have vacated, or mislocated,
Theres just toys, toys in the attic
Chorus (hey, is anybody home? )
Knock, knock, whos there?
Shes a nice place to visit (2x)

song performed by by Extreme
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Blush

A beauty discreet, in a picture did meet
Her fate, her life, her soul painted sweet
She blushed and the picture faded into her cheek
And now that blush of love, in her heart we seek
The simple art, of simple love, painted sweet

poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Snow White Kisses

Snow White Kisses
Snow White Kisses

My purple sky hang over me
My purple sky fly over me
Snow White dreams of frolics in the forest
Wanting day to last the whole life time
She remembers dwarves so fine attentive
She remembers drinks of draughts of fruit and vine
She lay down for final time and then upon awakening
The Gragon fly attend ewe Snow White kisses
Purple kisses mounted on her prose
Purple kisses to the breathtaking lady sleeping
mentioning a few more million in her dreaming
meaning to remain in realm of hiding
she is found in soft repose alarmingly cold
until my kisses bring her love.

poem by Charles Hice
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Smile

Ill smile for you
Just because you'll smile for me too
They say that there is a gift to a smile
But it seems that I'm not going to smile again for a while
I'm going away to a far off place
They say I'll need my space
But I'm worried that I'll lose my way
Because of the games they play
I'm all one for games, they help keep people near
But it seems the place I'm going is one of my fears
It's not a prison of any kind
That's what they say but it plays on my mind
If it's not a cage then why the locks and bars
Where are the windows, the gardens, the stars?
It's white and clean, they say it helps but I disagree
How am I meant to smile if I can't just be me?
So I ask you this one favour only a small request
Will you come and play my games after I rest
If I'm left alone in this place I might go insane
I might lose my smile if there's only the pain and the rain

poem by Rebecca Pepper
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The White Room

Spanna noo na noo na ne na naho
Spanna noo na ne ne naho
Spa noo na naho
Noo na naho
Noo na naho
Spa noo na naho
Spanna noo na noo na noo na naho
Spanna noo na noo na nehhey
Spa noo na nehhey
Noo na naho
Noo na naho
Spanna noo na noo na ne na naho
Spanna noo na ne ne naho
[more spa na noo ne na noo things]
Talk to me, talk to me
If you want to know the things we see
Then step inside our skins
The white room, the white room
We spin, we turn, watch and wait
As the world just creeps on bye
The white room, the white room
Ooohhaaa
Talk to me, talk to me
Far below, a small boat sails,
Catching fish from the sea.
The white room, the white room
We climb the mountain,
Feel the wind,
We climbed to touch the stars.
The white room, the white room
Ooohhaaa
The white room, the white room
[more spetta na noo ne na noo things]
The white room, the white room
The white room, the white room
[more spetta na noo ne na noo things]
The white room, the white room

song performed by by KLF
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Witless

They see themselves as prime.
Something others crave sometimes.
They see themselves as 'fine'!
And 'why' most ask?
Why do they have that in their minds?
They see themselves better than others.
In a place where neglect and disrespect takes place!
And when many come from other cities to visit...
They are heard to say out loud as they may,
'Who are these folks and why are they mentally sick?
Who do they think they are when it is obvious they have flipped,
Witless! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Home, Sweet Home

Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home;
A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there,
Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!

An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain;
Oh, give me my lowly thatched cottage again!
The birds singing gayly, that come at my call --
Give me them -- and the peace of mind, dearer than all!
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!

I gaze on the moon as I tread the drear wild,
And feel that my mother now thinks of her child,
As she looks on that moon from our own cottage door
Thro' the woodbine, whose fragrance shall cheer me no more.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!

How sweet 'tis to sit 'neath a fond father's smile,
And the caress of a mother to soothe and beguile!
Let others delight mid new pleasures to roam,
But give me, oh, give me, the pleasures of home.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!

To thee I'll return, overburdened with care;
The heart's dearest solace will smile on me there;
No more from that cottage again will I roam;
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.
Home, home, sweet, sweet, home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!

poem by John Howard Payne
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The Mother [For Madeleine]

One heartbeat that is yours and mine
You visit my dreams and whisper 'I'm fine'
Our kisses touch on gentle breeze
Your inner light, while on my knees
warms my hopes before they freeze.
Two souls refuse to say goodbye
Time and distance may ask why.
In lonely night together we lay
Yet tomorrow's dawn takes you away.
Years die, unmeasured miles tease our respite
But you are as the sun that burns so bright.
I feel your eyes, I touch your hand
My faith still flies in wintry weather
Darling hug your pillow, but understand
A promise- you and I together
Love's candle burning like no other
Returning daughter to her mother.

poem by Kevin East
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