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What I Have Not Ever Seen

what i have never seen
does not bother me, it is felt
and it gives me all the comfort
the stillness
and stability, it is like the hand
that holds my hand and gives me
warmth
during the harshness
of the rains

i have never seen the fingers
and the palms and the veins
but i have felt
the heat in the coldness of my
winter

sometimes there are those unseen
yet more real than what is visible
to the naked eye

i do nothing. i just believe.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Snow

The voice of the tree gets frozen
and the snow falls on the heart of the winter

it has been broken
as always
but the craziness of lover and poet goes on

if the surreal dreams
touches the corridor
of my reality

I promise
I will not ask much from winter
an eternal coldness may be

it is naked
as always

no warmth
no warmth

Dear,

snow is falling everywhere
on the streets
on the trees, rooftops
and on the mirror
an ivory white
something....

and I'm breathing in
the dust of the snow
like I breathe the poetry of Mayakovosky

It pains
the long night
a broken naked winter

no! you can't be so heartless
neither I can...

Dear,
I have been like a pale winter
where snow is covering
my city of Veronese

but my frozen hand is trying to write

your name on it...!

poem by Jyotishman Debnath
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Nothing Anymore

When I once looked into your eyes,
I saw honesty lying there.
When I once looked into your eyes,
I saw loyalty with love and care.
When I once looked into your eyes,
I saw life and love forever more.
When I now look into your eyes,
I see darkness, and nothing anymore.

When I once held onto your hand,
I felt compassion, kindness and love.
When I once held onto your hand,
I felt the warmth from GOD above.
When I once held onto your hand,
I felt a joy from the person I adored.
When I now hold onto your hand,
I feel coldness, and nothing anymore.

When I use to listen to your voice,
I once heard it with vigor and excitement.
When I use to listen to your voice,
I once heard it with warmth and fulfillment.
When I use to listened to your voice,
I once heard it with truth which I swore.
When I now listen to your voice.
I go dumb, as I hear nothing anymore.

When I once looked upon your face,
I would always look with pride and a smile.
When I once looked upon your face,
I would always thank GOD your with me now
When I once looked upon your face,
I would always be there to open your door.
When I now look upon your face,
I go blind, as I see nothing anymore.

When I once kissed your lips,
I tasted myself and also your flavor.
When I once kissed your lips,
I tasted life as you were my savior.
When I once kissed your lips,
I tasted excitement and your love in store.
When I now think of kissing your lips,
I now bite them shut, I taste nothing anymore.

poem by Randy McClave
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On Finding A Fan

In one who felt as once he felt
This might, perhaps, have fann'd the flame;
But now his heart no more will melt,
Because that heart is not the same.

As when the ebbing flames are low,
The aid which once improved their light,
And bade them burn with fiercer glow,
Now quenches all their blaze in night.

Thus has it been with passion's fires-
As many a boy and girl remembers­
While every hope of love expires,
Extinguish'd with the dying embers.

The first, though not a spark survive,
Some careful hand may teach to barn;
The last, alas l can ne'er survive;
No touch can bid its warmth reform

Or, if it chance to wake again.
Not always doom 'd its heat to smother,
It sheds (so wayward fates ordain)
Its former warmth around another.

poem by Byron
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Hot Toddy

Warm
Brown
Sugar
Vanilla
Silky smooth
Makes me relax and forget about my day
As she infects me
Everything inside me begins to sing
Steam rises
And in its wafting presence
Is her scent
Her sweetness is not overpowering
Because it's all real
I place her at my lips and take a drink
Instant comfort
Makes me feel like I'm covered in a perfect
Warm
Soft
Cozy
Feels like I'm home
A place I felt safe
Blanket
She's the perfect mix of sweet with a kick
The color of brown amber liquid
Soothing, as I taste her on my tongue
Instantly, I want another drink of her
She travels through and through me
Leaving warmth in her wake
A low flame in my veins
A dying fire on a winter's night..
Giving me just enough heat to want to stay close
I take another sip..
She leaves a smile on my face
And, when I'm done
I finish with a knowing
That soon,
I'll want her again

poem by Rabia Minhas
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I Have Seen Autumn

I have never felt the chill of winter
Nor the birth of spring
Only the two faces of Nature
The golden sun shining
Or the heavens openly weeping.

But I have seen autumn
As I looked at her
No cold winter in her smile
A promise of summer in her eyes
Her hair of autumn leaves.

I have never felt autumn
But I have seen it
It’s the canvass of Rembrandt
Dark, red, crimson, gold
But I have never felt it.

Is the autumn breeze damp and soft like her lips?
Is the autumn sky naked and warm like her skin?
But I have never kissed her lips nor touched her skin
I have only seen autumn
But I have never felt it.

poem by Shogunoka Ledesma III
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Real a Lie

Tell me is it Real a Lie? Wont you come a little closer to reveal the sky?
Through dirty crowds she burst through gathering clouds.

I just can’t think in this heat, I need to get off my feet.
Sink into cool, cool calms of shade.

Think like a genius to act like a fool,
Always bending the rules, they hammered into us at school.
Beneath giant palms we could go fade,
sink into cool, cool calms of shade.

I'll have it on the rocks, laid out on the sand,
I'll wait for you by the docks to take me by the hand.

Across oceans of eternity, we'll plummet to the depths of this land
if only we could avoid it, if only I could take you by the hand.

A small pang of regret, better off to live and forget
better off to live as it’s life we’re living.

You don’t have to forgive me, You don’t have to receive me,
You don’t have to believe a word I say.

Here we begin, for the cycle to start a new,
I've felt this way before, too many times,
its all downhill fro here my friend.

What I would give to hold you, just once, to let you know the way I feel,
Just for you to tell me, is it Real a Lie?

Hush now baby, baby blue,
These tears I've shed everyone for you,
all I’m asking, is it Real a Lie girl

Hit me, where it hurts, don’t you k now I like it when she hurts,
Skin so easily bruised it may have been that of a peach.

poem by David Lacey
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The Touch Of Your Hand

On the day that you were born
I touched your hand so chubby and warm.

I touched your hand when you were one
and helped you walk my beautiful son.

I held your hand when you were two.
We ran, your favorite thing to do.

I held your hand when you were three
as you climbed on my lap and smiled at me.

I touched your hand when you were four
as the ocean touched our toes at the shore.

I touched your hand when you were five
walking you to school but when we'd arrive

I felt the tug of your hand from mine
and I knew that we had crossed a line.

I looked at you and released your hand
and said'it's okay I understand.'

As I walked back home I cried some tears
thinking of all our hand holding years.

Holding your hand became sporadic now,
when you were feverish or I felt your brow.

I held your hand a few times as a teen
but always alone so it wouldn't be seen.

I held your hand after you said, 'I do.'
We danced together just me and you.

After some years went by my son
you held the hand of your little one.

And so the times of your life turn around
and now that my hand is old I've found

you take my hand and help me walk
and as you do we intimately talk.

And it takes me back to that bright early morn
when I held your hand so chubby and warm.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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I came from a real tough neighborhood. I put my hand in some cement and felt another hand.

quote by Rodney Dangerfield
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Real Treasure

When did you last see a rainbow?
I asked my son, I really don’t know.

Have you seen frogs during the rains?
They were a familiar sight on our lawn and lane.

What about the fire flies?
No mom he uttered with a sigh.

I am sure you have seen butterflies?
Oh yes, in Kuala Lumpur, in butterfly park, I don’t lie.

Have you seen a moonlit sky at night?
I have no time after a hard day’s grind.

Have you ever watched the dawn?
No mom, he replied with a yawn.

On a crisp winter noon, have you felt the warmth of the sun?
Where is the time I am always on the run.

Oh mom. I am done
You have no clue, what you miss my son.

Come on son, let’s explore nature,
And together discover real treasures.

poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Angel Boy

(danny orton)
My mother said theres only one way
A sweet angel boy, narrow and straight
Timing his past, teachings they fade
Now their angel boy has gone astray
Ive felt the hand of the devil, felt his breath on my skin
Dip me into the water, wash me again
Can I still be forgiven for all of these things
Or have I gone too far now
Have I lost my wings
I found a priest, I spoke my mind
Asked if Id sinned one too many times
He said my son, youre only a man
Then I said, sir, you dont understand
Ive felt the hand of the devil, felt his breath on my skin
Dip me into the water, wash me again
Can I still be forgiven for all of these things
Or have I gone too far now
Have I lost my wings
God help us all for what we have done
Weve lost our way, we cant find the son
We make our beds, we seal our fate
Is there still time, or is it too late
Weve felt the hand of the devil, felt his breath our my skin
Dip us into the water, wash us again
Can we still be forgiven for all of these things
Or have we gone too far now
Have we lost our wings
Weve felt the hand of the devil, felt his breath our my skin
Dip us into the water, wash us again
Can we still be forgiven for all of these things
Or have we gone too far now
Have we lost our wings
Have we lost our wings

song performed by by Tim McGraw
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Predawn Stillness

From empty pockets
dreams collect
the weight of open palms
the night's wild appetite equal
to the emptiness of which poor man's
stomach?
(inner rumblings)
Manifest unseen
sound
created in shadow
seconds perspire
shaken into such
total stillness

a silent movement
felt with such density
as to be known
only
by those
innumerable
fish
under which
the sea rests
its vast body of
unknown

poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Joy & Pain

Heaven aint your place girl , not now anyways
And in this hell yeah yeah , you cant erase
All of the pain , that youve been given
That aint the reason yeah , that youve been driven
Watch the hand as its movin ,
24 times around
Every seconds like a minute ,
Till youre back on the ground
Ive felt joy and Ive felt pain (girl Im sorry)
Ive felt joy and Ive felt pain (girl Im sorry)
Ive felt joy and Ive felt pain (girl Im sorry)
But I know Im gonna see you again
Girl we had our chances , we knew from the start
That we could take heaven yeah and tear it apart tear it apart
You gotta take a chance girl , you gotta lead me by the hand
And turn this wild one , into a family man..come on
Many miles been between us since I walked away
Girl Im sorry what I did to you , this time Im here to stay
Ive felt joy and Ive felt pain (girl Im sorry)
Ive felt joy and Ive felt pain (girl Im sorry)
Ive felt joy and Ive felt pain (girl Im sorry)
But I know baby Im gonna see you again
But I know yeah
Ive felt pain Ive felt joy yeah
Heaven aint your place girl , not now anyways
And in this hell yeah yeah , you cant erase
All of the pain , that youve been given
That aint the reason yeah , that youve been driven
Watch the hand as its movin ,
24 times around
Every seconds like a minute ,
Till youre back on the ground
Ive felt joy and Ive felt pain (and the girls say)
Ive felt joy and Ive felt pain (and the girls say)
Ive felt joy and Ive felt pain (girl Im sorry)
Ive felt joy and Ive felt pain (girl Im sorry [x3])
But I know Im gonna see you again

song performed by by Ronan Keating
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Winter's sun

There is something about the winter's sun,
That aspires hope after struggle
The wait for tomorrow after
long cold shivering nights;
is the optimism attached
to the winter's sun.

There is something about the winter's sun.
The Florescence of the beaming rays
the calmness of the flowing sunshine:
convinces me about the warmth,
of the winter's sun

There is something about the winter's sun.
The tender hugging of the sunbeams
on the exposed numb body:
confirms about the comfort provided
by the winter's sun

There is something about the winter's sun.
Those for whom is the winter's suffering
the warmth of the sun is also for them.
Relieving them that, a part of the
sunshine belongs to them
Of the winter's sun.

poem by Azmat Naushad Asif
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Buck Nekkid

Two shots shy of a 40 ounce quart
A hand in the pocket and a hand in the shorts
Shoot me with two and don't be slow
Only got one good way to go
Get naked
Buck naked
Buck naked
It's the only way to go
Twenty six chicks, all tied in a knot
Ain't all good, but it's what we got
Get naked
Buck naked
Let me see you naked
It's the only way to go
Buck buck
I was feelin' so fine
And things were lookin' better
My baby said maybe
And I said I'd let her
Get naked
Buck naked
Let's get naked
It's the only way to go
Get naked
Everybody get naked
Buck naked
It's the onliest way to go
Get naked
Get buck naked, yeah

song performed by by ZZ Top
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The Refusal

you refusal to hold my hand
is the worst form of
indignity
that a human being has
extended to another human being
like me

how can i blame you
you have never felt the warmth of my palm

is it true that all you know about the human hand
is the slap from your husband?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Atlas Hands

I look at my atlas hands.
They make my skin a fleshy map
Divided by a blue tangling of veins.
Blood flows through them—
In almost symmetrical estuaries
That flood my palms with a red warmth.
I notice it for the first time
As I take my fingers and spread them out to sea.

poem by Tim Stensloff
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Devil In My Loungeroom.

From my cold & ugly room
I felt the warmth of the lounge room
I saw the faint glow of auburn red
& through all the fear of someone there
I forced myself out of my haunted room
& down the hall seared with gloom
I knew of course it was a drea,
But it felt so real
I felt my throat become all stiff
& breathing became an urban myth
My legs were weak
My arms were jelly
Sweat pulsated out, thick & smelly
The first thing I saw was his wicked grin
I felt a kind of barrier
Like a warning from our Lord
Devil in my loungeroom.

poem by by unknown author
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No One Quite Like You!

You sit there, and listen
To my tales of woe.
You sit there so patiently
And you never, once, moan.

I always know that
You'll be my friend;
Right the way through
Until the very end.

In bed, at night,
Your hand, I hold.
You keep me warm,
When outside, it's cold.

You've seen my smiles
And you've felt my tears.
You're still a true friend
Even after all these years.

You've felt my hugs
And my kisses to.
No one can comfort me,
The way, in which, you do.

A bond, like ours
Is a thing, so rare.
There's no one quite like you:
My very favourite teddy bear!

poem by Angela Wybrow
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About Love Untold

there is something beautiful in its being
kept like a secret

it glows like a firefly at night
and its warmth is felt by the coldness
against the dark sky

the tree so indifferent
is sleeping.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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His Hand In Mine

(words & music by mosie lister)
You may ask me how I know my lord is real (my lord is real)
You may doubt the things I say and doubt the way I feel (the way I feel)
But I know hes real today hell always be (hell always be)
I can feel his hand in mine and thats enough for me
I will never walk alone he holds my hand (he holds my hand)
He will guide each step I take
And if I fall I know hell understand
Till the day he tells me why he loves me so (he loves me so)
I can feel his hand in mine
Thats all I need to know
I will never walk alone he holds my hand (he holds my hand)
He will guide each step I take
And if I fall I know hell understand
Till the day he tells me why he loves me so (he loves me so)
I can feel his hand in mine
Thats all I need to know
I can feel his hand in mine
Thats all I need to know

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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