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The Shower Of Blossoms

Love in a shower of blossoms came
Down, and half drown'd me with the same;
The blooms that fell were white and red;
But with such sweets commingled,
As whether (this) I cannot tell,
My sight was pleased more, or my smell;
But true it was, as I roll'd there,
Without a thought of hurt or fear,
Love turn'd himself into a bee,
And with his javelin wounded me;---
From which mishap this use I make;
Where most sweets are, there lies a snake;
Kisses and favours are sweet things;
But those have thorns, and these have stings.

poem by Robert Herrick
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The Flower of Love

'Tis said the rose is Love's own flower,
Its blush so bright, its thorns so many;
And winter on its bloom has power,
But has not on its sweetness any.
For though young Love's ethereal rose
Will droop on Age's wintry bosom,
Yet still its faded leaves disclose
The fragrance of their earliest blossom.

But ah! the fragrance lingering there
Is like the sweets that mournful duty
Bestows with sadly-soothing care,
To deck the grave of bloom and beauty.
For when its leaves are shrunk and dry,
Its blush extinct, to kindle never,
That fragrance is but Memory's sigh,
That breathes of pleasures past for ever.

Why did not Love the amaranth choose,
That bears no thorns, and cannot perish ?
Alas! no sweets its flowers diffuse,
And only sweets Love's life can cherish.
But be the rose and amaranth twined,
And Love, their mingled powers assuming,
Shall round his brows a chaplet bind,
For ever sweet, for ever blooming.

poem by Thomas Love Peacock
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The Bleeding Hand; Or The Sprig Of Eglantine Given To A Maid

From this bleeding hand of mine,
Take this sprig of Eglantine:
Which, though sweet unto your smell,
Yet the fretful briar will tell,
He who plucks the sweets, shall prove
Many thorns to be in love.

poem by Robert Herrick
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As If It Was A Crime

Your mother had given you
a few coins to buy sweets

and on the way you met Fay
and you said

do you want to come
and buy some sweets?

and she said
I haven't any money

and you said
you can share mine

if you tell me what you like
but she said

my father wouldn't like it
if I had sweets he says

they rot your teeth
but she walked to the shop with you

thinking silently to herself
and outside the shop

you said
are you sure?

she nodded and stood outside
while you went in

and bought sweets
when you came out

she was waiting there
her eyes gazing at you

her tongue running over
her lips

you showed her
what you'd bought

and her eyes widened
here take one

you said
your dad won't know

if you don't tell him
she hesitated

her fingers lingering
over the bag of sweets

but what if he sees me
or smells them

on my breath?
she said fear entering her eyes

her hands falling at her sides
you put out a hand

and touched hers
it's only a sweet

it's not as if
you're having a drag of a smoke

or sipping beer
she nodded and smiled a little

best not
she said

if he finds out
he'll get angry with me

for eating sweets and lying
and you remembered

the bruises you'd seen
on her arms and thighs

that time
and you sighed thinking

as if eating sweets
was a big deal or a crime.

poem by Terry Collett
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R..o..s..e

Remember when I would offer you a rose,
you would consider it as the precious gift of love,
When you would smell the rose and fondly smile,
I would be intoxicated with the sweet fragrance of your love.

On those dreary winter days when you would be away,
my heart would be lonely with the misery of separation,
I would feel the like rose bushes stranded in snow,
where all the leaves were parting one by one.

Somewhere in the tenderness and softness of the rose petals,
lies my delicate and innocent love,
sometimes the thorns pick and hurt,
sometime love is full of fear, sometimes it hurts.

Everlasting beauty of the rose remains in my heart,
even when the rose blossoms, fades and withers,
My love is immortal like rose,
which never dies in the heart as I love you so much.

poem by Jay P Narain
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Cry

its difficult to love you
when you do the things you do
time and time again
and when i try to turn it off
you turn from smooth
you play it rough once again
pride that pulls me into this ocean
subsides again
so high and so dry
with this bitter emotion lies again
you make me cry
make me cry again
and you make me cry
and the tears roll by again
saturday, same old story
sunday mornings wounded glory repeats again
and every day a dream thats born
is counted by a love thats torn, deep again
pride that pulls me into this ocean
subsides again
so high and so dry
with this bitter emotion lies again
you make me cry
you make me cry again
and you make me cry
and the tears roll by again
you make me cry (ha ah ah)
you make me cry again (ah ah)
you make me cry
and you make me cry (ah ha ah)
you make me cry again
and you make me cry (ah ha ah)
the tears roll by again
and you make me cry (ah ha ah)
you make me cry again
and you make me cry
the tears roll by again
you make me cry (ah ahhh)
you make me cry (ah ahhh)
you make me cry (ah ahhh)
you make me cry (ah ahhh)

song performed by by Simple Minds
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The Blossoms On The Trees

Blossoms crimson, white, or blue,
Purple, pink, and every hue,
From sunny skies, to tintings drowned
In dusky drops of dew,
I praise you all, wherever found,
And love you through and through--;
But, Blossoms On The Trees,
With your breath upon the breeze
There's nothing all the world around
As half as sweet as you!

Could the rhymer only wring
All the sweetness to the lees
Of all the kisses clustering
In juicy Used-to-bes,
To dip his rhymes therein and sing
The blossoms on the trees--,
'O Blossoms on the Trees,'
He would twitter, trill, and coo,
'However sweet, such songs as these
Are not as sweet as you--:
For you are blooming melodies
The eyes may listen to!'

poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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A Sweet Man (two poems)

A Sweet Man

Wistfully, our noses pressed against the window
we'd watch the man rolling and kneading,
kneading sweet paste into a long, twisted snake.

His big strong hands worked adeptly
as the smell wafted from the door.
Our mouths watered, our eyes grew big.

Every now and then he'd look up and wink.
Sometimes he'd beckon us to come in
and we'd ask him lots of questions.

'What are those? ' 'What flavour are they? '
'Can we buy one for a penny? '
He'd never answer, he'd just carry on.

On good days, without saying a word,
he'd bag up some scraps and give us all a treat.
'How much, mister? ' We'd ask.

'Get out of it' he'd say and hand us each a bag
with a warning about our teeth
and 'I'll never make a bloody living like this'.

Sweet Man

Kneading and rolling, rolling and kneading
sweet sticky paste beneath hard hands clinging
we watched mesmerized with taste buds tingling,
our pockets empty, no pennies jingling.
Nowadays sweets come in packets, no mess,
just pretty wrappers and advertisements
I miss those days of hunger I confess,
those days of dreams and youthful wonderment.

Twisting and turning the long sausage paste
all cough candy flavoured that in its way
not only showed off his handsome, strong face
but also his softer, fatherly ways

Oh sweet, sweet man do you still knead and roll
You're sweets never so sweet as your sweet soul.

poem by Ruth Walters
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My True Love Hath My Heart, And I Have His

My true-love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange, one for the other giv'n.
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;
There never was a better bargain driv'n.
His heart in me keeps me and him in one,
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides;
He loves my heart, for once it was his own;
I cherish his, because in me it bides.
His heart his wound received from my sight:
My heart was wounded with his wounded heart;
For as from me, on him his hurt did light,
So still me thought in me his hurt did smart:
Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss:
My true love hath my heart and I have his.

poem by Philip Sidney
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The snake that lies

You disgust me I can't believe you, after all the things we've been through.
This is how you ended it? With a simple goodbye? and now you expect me to run away and simply cry?


Well I guess were not quite the same. For that I'll take the blame.


You and I both know it, your a cheater, a pushover a fake.
Now I know the truth your just a lying snake.


You tell me you love me and we share a night of bliss. But Bam! I wake up the next day and your back to a snake.'Hiss! '


I never should have gotten close, I used to think our love was true. But now I see the cheating girl that lies inside of you.


Your beauty on the outside and you act like a saint. But on the inside there's poison enough to make everyone faint.


You've hurt me a lot, and it took time but I eventually forgot.


Now all I remember of you is the girl who never even tries. When I see you pass me by, I see the snake that lies.

poem by Josiah Goodman
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Long Distance I

Your bed's got two wrong sides. You life's all grouse.
I let your phone-call take its dismal course:

Ah can't stand it no more, this empty house!

Carrots choke us wi'out your mam's white sauce!

Them sweets you brought me, you can have 'em back.
Ah'm diabetic now. Got all the facts.
(The diabetes comes hard on the track
of two coronaries and cataracts.)

Ah've allus liked things sweet! But now ah push
food down mi throat! Ah'd sooner do wi'out.
And t'only reason now for beer 's to flush
(so t'dietician said) mi kidneys out.

When I come round, they'll be laid out, the sweets,
Lifesavers, my father's New World treats,
still in the big brown bag, and only bought
rushing through JFK as a last thought.

poem by Tony Harrison
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The Devil's Sweets

The Devil’s sweets

This afternoon
I waited too soon
and let you in a secret
I hope you can keep it

I saw you sucking on the devil’s sweets
like a chocolate treat
if Dracula were around
it would make a sound
that would make the transformation complete

Don’t go
Don’t ignite the flame
Don’t spread the blame

Don’t wait
Why don’t you hesitate..
Anymore?

Like a vampire you sucked it in like a drug
don’t even come to give me a hug
because you’ve already left for the devil’s sweets
instead of me, you go to those chocolate treats

You are the spawn of Satan
Hell is your only safe haven
because you’ve tasted the devil’s sweets
your transformation is complete.

poem by Soldier's Wife
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To His Forsaken Mistress

I DO confess thou'rt smooth and fair,
And I might have gone near to love thee,
Had I not found the slightest prayer
That lips could move, had power to move thee;
But I can let thee now alone
As worthy to be loved by none.

I do confess thou'rt sweet; yet find
Thee such an unthrift of thy sweets,
Thy favours are but like the wind
That kisseth everything it meets:
And since thou canst with more than one,
Thou'rt worthy to be kiss'd by none.

The morning rose that untouch'd stands
Arm'd with her briers, how sweet she smells!
But pluck'd and strain'd through ruder hands,
Her sweets no longer with her dwells:
But scent and beauty both are gone,
And leaves fall from her, one by one.

Such fate ere long will thee betide
When thou hast handled been awhile,
With sere flowers to be thrown aside;
And I shall sigh, while some will smile,
To see thy love to every one
Hath brought thee to be loved by none.

poem by Sir Robert Aytoun
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Vanity Of The Creature Sanctified

Honey though the bee prepares,
An envenomed sting he wears;
Piercing thorns a guard compose
Round the fragrant blooming rose.

Where we think to find a sweet,
Oft a painful sting we meet:
When the rose invites our eye,
We forget the thorn is nigh.

Why are thus our hopes beguiled?
Why are all our pleasures spoiled?
Why do agony and woe
From our choicest comforts grow?

Sin has been the cause of all!
'Twas not thus before the fall:
What but pain, and thorn, and sting,
From the root of sin can spring?

Now with every good we find
Vanity and grief entwined;
What we feel, or what we fear,
All our joys embitter here.

Yet, through the Redeemer's love,
These afflictions blessings prove;
He the wounding stings and thorns,
Into healing med'cines turns.

From the earth our hearts they wean,
Teach us on his arm to lean;
Urge us to a throne of grace,
Make us seek a resting place.

In the mansions of our King
Sweets abound without a sting;
Thornless there the roses blow,
And the joys unmingled flow.

poem by John Newton
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Shower Your Love

Shower your love on me
Don't make it so hard to cry
Shower your love on me
You dont need a reason why
'Cos I'm not even half the way there
But I'm just too stupid to care
So help me now
When i've fallen through
There are scenes in my open mind
Confusion and flashing lights
Shower your love on me
Cos nothing here feels right
Cos I'm not even half the way there
But I'm just too stupid to care
So help me now
When I've done all I can do
Shower Your love on me
I can't wait, I'm losing faith
Like we might just explode
Comfort me with a melody
Show me that I'm gonna know the answer
Show me that I'm gonna know
Shower Your Love on me
Don't make it so hard to cry
Shower your love on me
You don't need a reason why
Don't make it so hard to cry
Shower your love on me
Shower your love on me

song performed by by Kula Shaker
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Small Is The Trust When Love Is Green

SMALL is the trust when love is green
In sap of early years;
A little thing steps in between
And kisses turn to tears.

Awhile - and see how love be grown
In loveliness and power!
Awhile, it loves the sweets alone,
But next it loves the sour.

A little love is none at all
That wanders or that fears;
A hearty love dwells still at call
To kisses or to tears.

Such then be mine, my love to give,
And such be yours to take:-
A faith to hold, a life to live,
For lovingkindness' sake:

Should you be sad, should you be gay,
Or should you prove unkind,
A love to hold the growing way
And keep the helping mind:-

A love to turn the laugh on care
When wrinkled care appears,
And, with an equal will, to share
Your losses and your tears.

poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Two Valentines

I.-TO MISTRESS BARBARA

There were three cavaliers, all handsome and true,
On Valentine's day came a maiden to woo,
And quoth to your mother: 'Good-morrow, my dear,
We came with some songs for your daughter to hear!'

Your mother replied: 'I'll be pleased to convey
To my daughter what things you may sing or may say!'

Then the first cavalier sung: 'My pretty red rose,
I'll love you and court you some day, I suppose!'

And the next cavalier sung, with make-believe tears:
'I've loved you! I've loved you these many long years!'

But the third cavalier (with the brown, bushy head
And the pretty blue jacket and necktie of red)
He drew himself up with a resolute air,
And he warbled: 'O maiden, surpassingly fair!
I've loved you long years, and I love you to-day,
And, if you will let me, I'll love you for aye!'

I (the third cavalier) sang this ditty to you,
In my necktie of red and my jacket of blue;
I'm sure you'll prefer the song that was mine
And smile your approval on your valentine.

II.-TO A BABY BOY

Who I am I shall not say,
But I send you this bouquet
With this query, baby mine:
'Will you be my valentine?'

See these roses blushing blue,
Very like your eyes of hue;
While these violets are the red
Of your cheeks. It can be said
Ne'er before was babe like you.

And I think it is quite true
No one e'er before to-day
Sent so wondrous a bouquet
As these posies aforesaid-
Roses blue and violets red!

Sweet, repay me sweets for sweets-
'Tis your lover who entreats!
Smile upon me, baby mine-
Be my little valentine!

poem by Eugene Field
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Cry Again

its difficult to love you
when you do the things you do
time and time again
and when i try to play it wrong
you turn from smooth
you play it rough once again
you make me cry
you make me cry again
you make me cry
you make me cry again
you make me cry
you make me cry
saturday, same old story
Sunday mornings wounded glory repeats again
and every day a dream is born
is counted by a love thats torn, deep again
you make me cry
you make me cry again
and the tears roll by
you make me cry again
you make me cry
and you make me cry
you make me cry
you make me cry again
tide? that turns me into this ocean
subsides again
so high and so dry
with this bitter emotion lies again
you make me cry
you make me cry
and you make me cry
stop making me cry
stop making me cry
and you make me cry
you make me cry

song performed by by Simple Minds
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Love In Disguise

Sometimes things fall apart
That's god's love in disguise
And when i break your heart
That's my love in disguise
When you awake in pain
It should come as no surprise
I'm not sure i care
But it still must be there
My love in disguise
And all you want are sweet lies
I see my problem now
Her love was in disguise
Some fear that won't allow
Her love to shed this guise
Ian, don't be a fool
Look what she's done
She'll do it again
Pale, pure, and virgin things
So frail, it turns from my eyes
It hides while i become
So hurt my heart is numb
When love is in disguise
The best you have is sweet lies
Ian she'll be our downfall
Don't believe your eyes
Lies! and she'll leave you all alone
Possessiveness and jealousy
We recognize easily
That which we claim to prize
No one can recognize
The poor young sap is unaware of
Things that we are all aware of
The knife she hides behind her back
Misery! he gets his share of
The flowers must pollinate
The beasts are forced to mate
Woman and man decide
Yet we're not satisfied
God's love is in disguise
And all we want are sweet lies
Sweet lies
Long live the glorious revolution

song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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My True-Love Hath My Heart

My true-love hath my heart and I have his,
By just exchange one for the other given:
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;
There never was a bargain better driven.
His heart in me keeps me and him in one;
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:
He loves my heart, for once it was his own;
I cherish his because in me it bides.
His heart his wound received from my sight;
My heart was wounded with his wounded heart;
For as from me on him his hurt did light,
So still, methought, in me his hurt did smart:
Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss,
My true love hath my heart and I have his.

poem by Philip Sidney
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Song from Arcadia

My true love hath my heart, and I have his,
By Just Exchange, one for the other given.
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,
There never was a better bargain driven.
His heart in me keeps me and him in one,
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides;
He loves my heart, for once it was his own,
I cherish his, because in me it bides.
His heart his wound received from my sight,
My heart was wounded with his wounded heart;
For as from me on him his hurt did light,
So still methought in me his hurt did smart.
Both equal hurt, in his change sought our bliss;
My true love hath my heart and I have his.

poem by Philip Sidney
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