The Lass Of Cessnock Banks
On Cessnock banks a lassie dwells,
Could I describe her shape and mien!
Our lasses a' she far excels---
An she has twa sparkling, rogueish een!
She's sweeter than the morning dawn,
When rising Phoebus first is seen,
And dew-drops twinkle o'er the lawn---
An she has twa sparkling, rogueish een!
She's stately like yon youthful ash,
That grows the cowslip braes between,
And drinks the stream with vigour fresh---
An she has twa sparkling, rogueish een!
She's spotless like the flow'ring thorn,
With flow'rs so white and leaves so green,
When purest in the dewy morn---
An she has twa sparkling, rogueish een!
Her looks are like the vernal May,
When ev'ning Phoebus shines serene,
While birds rejoice on every spray---
An she has twa sparkling, rogueish een!
Her hair is like the curling mist,
That climbs the mountain-sides at e'en,
When flower-reviving rains are past---
An she has twa sparkling, rogueish een!
Her forehead's like the show'ry bow,
When gleaming sunbeams intervene,
And gild the distant mountain's brow---
An she has twa sparkling, rogueish een!
Her cheeks are like yon crimson gem,
The pride of all the flowery scene,
Just opening on its thorny stem---
An she has twa sparkling, rogueish een!
Her bosom's like the nightly snow,
When pale the morning rises keen,
While hid the murm'ring streamlets flow---
An she has twa sparkling, rogueish een!
Her lips are like yon cherries ripe,
That sunny walls from Boreas screen:
They tempt the taste and charm the sight
An she has twa sparkling, rogueish een!
Her teeth are like a flock of sheep,
With fleeces newly washen clean,
That slowly mount the rising steep---
An she has twa sparkling, rogueish een!
Her breath is like the fragrant breeze,
That gently stirs the blossom'd bean,
When Phoebus sinks behind the seas---
An she has twa sparkling, rogueish een!
Her voice is like the ev'ning thrush,
That sings on Cessnock banks unseen,
While his mate sits nestling in the bush---
An she has twa sparkling, rogueish een!
But it's not her air, her form, her face,
Tho matching Beauty's fabled Queen:
'Tis the mind that shines in ev'ry grace---
An chiefly in her rogueish een!
poem by Robert Burns
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Lass Of Cessnock Banks, The
A Song of Similes
Tune - 'If he be a Butcher neat and trim.'
On Cessnock banks a lassie dwells;
Could I describe her shape and mein;
Our lasses a' she far excels,
An' she has twa sparkling roguish een.
She's sweeter than the morning dawn,
When rising Phoebus first is seen,
And dew-drops twinkle o'er the lawn;
An' she has twa sparkling roguish een.
She's stately like yon youthful ash,
That grows the cowslip braes between,
And drinks the stream with vigour fresh;
An' she has twa sparkling roguish een.
She's spotless like the flow'ring thorn,
With flow'rs so white and leaves so green,
When purest in the dewy morn;
An' she has twa sparkling roguish een.
Her looks are like the vernal May,
When ev'ning Phoebus shines serene,
While birds rejoice on every spray;
An' she has twa sparkling roguish een.
Her hair is like the curling mist,
That climbs the mountain-sides at e'en,
When flow'r-reviving rains are past;
An' she has twa sparkling roguish een.
Her forehead's like the show'ry bow,
When gleaming sunbeams intervene
And gild the distant mountain's brow;
An' she has twa sparkling roguish een.
Her cheeks are like yon crimson gem,
The pride of all the flowery scene,
Just opening on its thorny stem;
An' she has twa sparkling roguish een.
Her bosom's like the nightly snow,
When pale the morning rises keen,
While hid the murm'ring streamlets flow;
An' she has twa sparkling roguish een.
Her lips are like yon cherries ripe,
That sunny walls from Boreas screen;
They tempt the taste and charm the sight;
An' she has twa sparkling roguish een.
Her teeth are like a flock of sheep,
With fleeces newly washen clean,
That slowly mount the rising steep;
An' she has twa sparkling roguish een.
Her breath is like the fragrant breeze,
That gently stirs the blossom'd bean,
When Phoebus sinks behind the seas;
An' she has twa sparkling roguish een.
Her voice is like the ev'ning thrush,
That sings on Cessnock banks unseen,
While his mate sits nestling in the bush;
An' she has twa sparkling roguish een.
But it's not her air, her form, her face,
Tho' matching beauty's fabled queen;
'Tis the mind that shines in ev'ry grace,
An' chiefly in her roguish een.
poem by Robert Burns
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Red, Sparkling Wine
I Have Seen A Sight
Of a Man Falling Down …
… it wasn’t for a Fight
… but it was due to what He’d Found …
… Red Sparkling Wine… Does It Every Time
Red Sparkling Wine… She Should Be A Crime …
Red Sparkling Wine…
She Starts out – Flowing – Smooth
Gets in Your Blood – Then You got Somethin’ to Prove!
You Chase Her Intoxicating Perfume
… must be Brand X … or Lady-Doom …
… Red Sparkling Wine… Does It Every Time
Red Sparkling Wine… Feeling So Sublime …
Red Sparkling Wine…
… Sweet from the Vine, but She ain’t Vintage
Make You Loose Your Mind and Your Hard-Earned Wages
Her Cheap-Thrills… can’t Heal a Heart, that’s Bruised …
You ain’t in Love! … just in a Bottle of Booze …
of Red Sparkling Wine… Once in awhile is Fine
Red Sparkling Wine… Know the Warning Signs ….
of Red Sparkling Wine…
She’s Beautiful, as She Pours
Your Problems – Passed-Out, on The Floor
She’s Crystal-Blood in an Hour-Glass
Her Pity-Promises… just don’t Last…
Red Sparkling Wine… Does It Every Time
Red Sparkling Wine… She’ll have You begging for Dimes …
… to buy … Red Sparkling Wine…
She’ll leave You Broke, You won’t be able to Think
She’s ‘Madam Dope’ … if You Need One More Drink
… of Red Sparkling Wine… Just a Matter of Time
Red Sparkling Wine… Have Another… ‘ Cause I’m …
… Red Sparkling Wine …
poem by MoonBee Canady
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Sparkling Water
Sparkling Water drips like sugar coming from a grand white sugar cane,
Sparkling Water falls around, to the ground and speeds like cars on a freeway lane.
Sparkling Water glistens and gleams, you know it seems as real as it can be,
Nothing is real, but you hear me feel, the cold, pure breeze.
It pushes away,
In the hot summer day.
Like a frog in the green,
Those annoying little things.
They jump just like water,
Like babies tater toter.
We drink it,
We need it.
Its water, it sparkles, its beautiful, it gleams, so pure, must have it, I need it.
Sparkling Water, its life.
(Simile)
poem by Sam Panchenko
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mountain springs
the wind waltzes with
the sparkling sparkling sun
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Lady '95
Lady,
When you're with me I'm smiling
Give me all of your love
Your hands
Build me up when I'm sinking
Just touch me
And my troubles all fade
Lady,
From the moment I saw you
Standing all alone
You gave
All the love that I needed
So shy
Like a child who had grown
You're my Lady of the Morning
Love shines in your eyes
Sparkling, clear, and loving
You're my Lady
Lady,
Turn me on when I'm lonely
Show me
All of your charms
Evenings
When you lay down beside me
Just take me gently into your arms
You're my Lady of the Morning
Love shines in your eyes
Sparkling, clear, and loving
You're my Lady
Lady of the Morning
Love shines in your eyes
Sparkling, clear, and loving
You're my Lady
song performed by by Styx
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Lady
Lady, when youre with me Im smiling
Give me all your love
Your hands build me up when Im sinking
Just touch me and my troubles all fade
Lady, from the moment I saw you
Standing all alone
You gave all the love that I needed
So shy, like a child who has grown
Youre my lady of the morning
Love shines in your eyes
Sparkling, clear, and lovely
Youre my lady
Lady, turns me on when Im lonely
Show me all your charm
Evenings when she lays down beside me
Just take me gently into your arms
Your my lady of the morning
Love shines in your eyes
Sparkling, clear, and lovely
Youre my lady
Lady of the morning
Love shines in your eyes
Sparkling, clear, and lovely
Youre my ... lady
song performed by by Styx
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Rising
Rising
On the stream of music
When the dawn shines again new,
From the twilight
From the dark;
Coming through - the rays of light,
Sunshine - sunshine!
Sparkling glisten
Fire steams,
Growing light - beyond the dark;
Red and yellow
Sparkling sparkles,
Twisting shadows
To the deep!
Shades of tempers
Lights of amber,
Orange red and hot!
Flowing like the water
In the blood of fire!
Sparking glisten!
Sparking glisten!
Through the night
Of eternal space,
Through the haze
Of starry rays…
Morning comes and softens the night,
Morning gives the sparkling day.
Sunshine - sunshine!
Shades of tempers,
Sunshine - sunshine!
Beyond the night,
Sunshine - sunshine!
Traveler in dark!
Nirvana,
Haunt me not,
From your dwelling!
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Efua
Efua, efua,
Magic as it happens.
Sparkling light,
Sparkling bright,
Piece of music
In the night.
Magic heard and magic seen,
Overflow
Of the Truth
In the denseness
Of the night.
Efua, efua,
How could it have happened?
On a frosty, windy eve
On your broom of make-believe
Swooshed you down
Into town,
Falling with the milky-white:
Efua, efua,
Sparkling Wonder of the Night.
poem by Sadia Arman
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In Bubblegum
If you need a holiday somewhere in the sun
Let me show you something that is really fun
Take a sparkling holiday somewhere in bubblegum
You can lie down in the shadow of electric silver trees
You can play ferry sinking victim looking water-ski
And if you want excitement ask the poet kids
They all look like charly manson a bit
Take a sparkling holiday.. its such a fun
You might have a quite interesting sightseeing tour
Go to hangover purgatory nightmare shore
See the damned and the dead and the died for love
The commercial gurus, the artist and the stuff
And if you come to lovey church, sit down in second row
You can hear your sister screaming in the room below
And the priest will claim thus they might be sure
A girl can either be a saint or a whore
Take a sparkling holiday...
Come to the old bridge where the jokers juggle with your fears
Give them a penny and theyll show you how to exorcise
And under the bridge the junkies shoot sperm
Its so expensive these days and they substitute the yearning
And if you want to dine, go to loonys inn
They serve sweet, good collapse with trauma and gin
And afterwards you may need a rest
Then Ill tell you pere lachaise is the best
Take a sparkling holiday...
song performed by by Alphaville
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A Sparkling Smile
Just as a share joy,
Just like the love of it;
Unveil the real you when love knocks at your door.
Just the sheer of it,
Just a little smile for love;
Unveil the real you whenever duty calls.
Just like the hearing of voices from a distance,
Just like talking to the malakims;
Knit your heart out for the true love around you.
My sheer convidence,
The pride of it;
For her and for him like,
A sparkling smile to see what love is all about.
Red wine, coffee and tea;
My mind is bigger than my shoes!
For, i have the love for everyone.
Unveil the real you when true love calls,
And light up your face within the walls;
A sparkling smile is all that you need on this love.
Just the sheer of it,
Just the smile of love to keep you going;
Privileged like a monkey with banana when,
True love do knock at your door.
You're worth of it,
Take the sparkling smile of life;
You are all that is needed,
So share the true joy of it;
And, don't turn back on this love.
My mind is bigger than my shoes,
My eyes are sharper than my knife,
My legs are longer than my trousers,
My hands are shorter than my pen,
A sparkling smile on this love is all that you need;
So knit out your heart for this true love around you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Kisses of Love…
10 October 2008
The sun a luminous explosion
in green trees lining the street,
sparkling brightly, it hurts to turn
away and lose it out of sight
Wanting to experience visual
bewitchment in a tactile way, to
FEEL the beauty I can only see
in soft, velvet textures
Rebelling against eyesight’s
limitations, the constraint of not
feeling what is seen, ears strain-
ing to hear the sparkling colours
A dance of shimmering brightness,
hands longing to feel the glowing
greens, lips burning to cover the
enchanting scene with
Kisses of love…
poem by Margaret Alice
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A lighter shade of pale
She don’t like sunshine
burning on her skin
and wear sunglasses
to hide from the glare,
as if she’s lost in
her own world.
She don’t like red wine
and likes something sweeter
sparkling like champagne
to glide down her lips
and her teeth glitter white
when she smiles.
I met her on a Sunday
and before Friday
I was lost in love with her
and caught a glimpse of her heart
reflecting her soul
in golden eyes sparkling
in a face
a lighter shade of pale.
She loves looking at her garden
where purple blue morning glories
creep towering into the sky
and watch birds fly
from branch to branch
in the big pepper tree.
Like a child finding a rare coin
and clutching it in wonder
to his breast
I was blessed
but suddenly it’s gone,
I have lost her
and do not know how
to find her again
while life rages on
and her face is
fainting away like a dream
in a lighter shade of pale.
poem by Gert Strydom
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From One's Soul
When a rawness has rubbed off,
And one knows they have paid the cost...
With that touch that is finished.
To glow and not diminish.
A gloss radiating seems to fit,
An acknowledgement that praises it.
Raise up a glass.
And toast those facts at last.
That a polishing done did it.
With a sparkling gloss it gets.
Raise up a glass.
And toast those facts at last.
That a polishing done did it.
With a sparkling gloss it gets.
When it's done from one's soul,
It can not be bought or sold.
With that giving of a gloss it gets.
And an attention that seems fit.
When it's done from one's soul,
It can not be repo(ed) .
With a polishing done to it.
And that gloss that seems to fit.
Raise up a glass.
And toast those facts at last.
That a polishing done did it.
With a sparkling gloss it gets.
When a rawness has rubbed off,
And one knows they have paid the cost...
It can not be repo(ed) .
When it's done from one's soul.
And...
A polishing done did it.
With a sparkling gloss it gets.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rain [1]
Come like a blanket to cover me
in a soft sieving mist
and even if the sun
still shines,
come fall down
from the grey sky,
hang in sparkling drops,
on the leaves of every tree,
bath the drooping willow
in a shower of spray,
let your drops in water flow
and make the black road steam,
catch me in the open
and ruffle through my hair
and let your blessing
be everywhere.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Rain
Come like a blanket to cover me
in a soft sieving mist
and even if the sun
still shines,
come fall down
from the grey sky,
hang in sparkling drops,
on the leaves of every tree,
bath the drooping willow
in a shower of spray,
let your drops in water flow
and make the black road steam,
catch me in the open
and ruffle through my hair
and let your blessing
be everywhere.
poem by Gert Strydom
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One Fine Day In Heaven
You are the wine
you are the dove
and you are the wedding ring
sparkling with love.
Tomorrow we'll meet
and float on the lake.
We'll gather red roses
as Burns' prose discloses.
How romantic the hours
up in heaven above.
Then we will shine
in the name of true love,
hearing the organ play
'For The Wings of a Dove'
Mendelssohn reigns
Up in heaven above.
You are the wine
you are the dove
and you are the wedding ring
sparkling with love.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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My Star Shines Bright
No matter how dark things seem around me, my star shines bright…
When there is only Darkness…and no light…
My star shines bright.
When I am out in the night…
My star shines bright.
When there is no sun, moon, or any other star in site.
My star…Shines bright.
Things in my life my not always be fair…
But I have my star and its Sparkling Glare
My Goal is clearly not in sight…
But I can find it, with my star that shines bright.
I can see the light
With my star that shines bright.
My star…
Turns the darkness of the night
Into the sparkling sight
Of the Glimmering Light! !
My star…
Shines bright…
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Mean what you say
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poem by Abdul Malik Habibalah Wajid Hunter
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Sparkling wine and blood
How should I know,
that red J Le Roux sparkling wine
and blood has the same colour.
The one foams
sparkling out of a beautiful bottle
and the other gushes out of an artery or drips
and comes from the heart.
Yesterday, it feels half a life ago,
there was grape moisture
that came from a bottle
while love was blooming in full.
Today the taste is still in my mouth,
there are still a few blocks of chocolate left
and I wonder when
we are going to eat the potato chips
and when you are gone,
it’s as if nothing here is right
and I loose my heart
bit by bit
with red blood.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Starlight Eyes
My star, sparkling shine, radial eye lost in dark blue night
Shooting sight, reflective bright, holy traces from pointless fight
Light of night, unholy plight, beautiful hope of sacred light
Hope in sky, obsesive lie, demise my song of what I thought was right
Pair of eyes, sparkling shines, stare and glare below to admire their might
In clean white sky, with pure atire, blacks the eyes until the ray of night
The birth of right, the birth of fight, anounced in shines within the hope of light
The holy birth, the birth of sins, ominious words of the chains of fright
poem by Erasmo Rayon
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Sparkling In The Lotus Silence
o silence that dwells on high buildings
shimmering in my fears
dying flowers drifted in the gutter called decay
heart that is hidden
town looters
homeless dogs heart
i see that lay right in the middle of Semanggi
reconciled me
off in the desert
drifted of the soluble
in the trash
reconciled me
off in the dark
sparkling
silence is hiding
under the eyelids
reconciled me.
oh cool silence that dwells behind the leaf veins
shimmering in my fears
dying flowers are swept away
reconciled me
before it was to lose you
traces of weeping in the fog
die die me
reconciled me
die in the dance
sparkling
sparkling
silence is hiding
megaphone behind the funnel
parade marchers
fill your desert
O silence of the night and ran into the back netting
shimmering in my fears
don't ever leave my loneliness
pushing piles of indecision
the opaque sky
o
(2001)
poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo
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