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Touch

Lay your fingers on these shiny strings
let's see what tomorrow brings.

Wrap your fingers around these sticks
transpose ancient code..to modern licks.

Upgrade your brain's 'input side'
and fire it up, we're going for a ride!

Touch of music
peace through you
in every musical thing you do
we are on the border
of creation's order
can you feel it now?
I believe it will reach..
every human soul
somehow.

poem by Robert Scott Cohn
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I See You in Your Fingers

I see your fingers
I see you in your fingers
I see your history from your fingers
I feel your touch from your fingers
They don't tell a lie to me
They don't give me a fake smile
Or promising kiss
But they give me a warm hold
and tickling touch
I see you from your fingers
I see the truth from your fingers
I see you in your fingers

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Unheard Music

Unheard Music (Mozart)

The fingers on my left hand move all by themselves
like they are playing piano that produces music
I cannot hear. I watch my fingers play but it makes no
sense so I try to stop by holding them still with my
right hand’s fingers. So I sit like a vicar contemplating
the Sunday sermon, a mild one who hasn’t an arsenal
of fire and brimstone speeches, but would rather talk
about the coming spring. My wife brings me a glass of
water and a pill, fingers rest, but I would liked to have
heard the music they played, for all I know it could
have been music brought to me in a dream by Mozart
who died so young that he can’t believe it yet, and
tries trough, me to play his latest masterpiece.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Frenzied Fingers Run Amuck

When I get you into my arms
I can't control the things that I do.
Fingers grab the hair on your head.
Fingers caress the small of your back.
Fingers travel down your spine
and back up again.
Fingers reach to all corners of your being,
quietly unnoticed at first,
but more frenzied with passing time.

Wild fingers travel your soul
with frenzied action that is hard to stop.
Uncontrollable fingers run wild
until you beg them to stop.
But even then, there's no counting on it.
These fingers like to run wild.
Whenever I place my fingers on you,
frenzied fingers run amuck.

poem by Bob Barci
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Fingers Of Loneliness

The fingers of loneliness
can sometimes touch the warmest heart
making it feel isolated
when no one is around.
We stand on pinnacles of our own desire
that are often consumed by fire
leaving us scorched and lonely,
too heated to be touched.
We feel engulfed in sadness,
our shouts cannot be heard
and we wonder what we have said
when we have no angry words.
Our hearts beat a distant beat
that echoes out to no one
when the fingers of loneliness
touch deep inside our soul.

17 September 2008

poem by David Harris
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A Music Beat

A constant beat forever scratches the back of my head
1,2,3,4
1,2,3,4
1,2,3,4
A constant rhythm to live by
To walk by
To talk by
Even to think by
Music has crawled into my brain
Nay my Body
Something that takes form
As I feed it
I feel it!
I am always hearing it!
It tickles my toes
It tingles my fingers
I feel it throughout my body
It permeates my very soul!
Music is more than a hobby
Music is almost more than a passion
Music is an addiction one and all must satisfy
But I feel that I succumb to it more than others
Yet it is not a bad thing, one cannot go through life without hearing music
Everyone is addicted to the enticing sounds of Music, no matter the form it takes;
The moment our ears taste the sound of music we crave more no matter the type;
Music is therapy for the soul
We listen to the music we feel our soul can relate to
But to create music is truly wonderful for you are not just showing your soul to the world;
One is pouring out one’s truest deepest emotions, that one cannot even express through words;
Creating music is taking a fruit and showing it to the world to prove that it is ripe;

poem by Aaron Burr
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From Hank To Hendrix

From hank to hendrix
I walked these streets with you
Here I am with this old guitar
Doin what I do.
I always expected
That you should see me through
I never believed in much
But I believed in you.
Can we get it together
Can we still stand side by side
Can we make it last
Like a musical ride?
From marilyn to madonna
I always loved your smile
Now were headed for the big divorce
California-style.
I found myself singin
Like a long-lost friend
The same thing that makes you live
Can kill you in the end.
Can we get it together
Can we still stand side by side
Can we make it last
Like a musical ride?
Sometime its distorted
Not clear to you
Sometimes the beauty of love
Just comes ringin through.
New glass in the window
New leaf on the tree
New distance between us
You and me.
Can we get it together
Can we still walk side by side
Can we make it last
Like a musical ride?

song performed by by Neil Young
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The Girl with the Croissant.

You watch the way the girl
Pulls apart the croissant with
Her slim fingers and licks each
Finger in turn sucking on each
With the passion of one making
Love and yet as she pulls it apart
There is that slowness oh that
Deliberate tearing open as if she
Were now opening herself for her
Latest lover as her fingers pull and
Her eyes gaze and her tongue licks
The corners of her soft mouth to
Catch escaping crumbs as if they
Were the juices of her lover’s sperm
Then she turns her head and sees
Your stare and you just wishing you
Was the croissant in her fingers there.

poem by Terry Collett
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The Quest for Ecstasy

Fingers touch and entwine
until they separate and wander.
Tongues touch and taste
whilst fingers delve then linger.

A desire for much more
whilst touching excites.
The closeness of the caress
causes passions to further ignite.

Tongues combine with fingers
in the quest for ecstasy.
The taste of what was promised
brings forth pure rhapsody.

poem by Orlando Belo
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Twenty-five Fingers

(mccartney-macmanus)
Twenty five fingers baby
I love your nails I love your touch
I love to touch you baby
It never fails to kill me
Some say gimme five
But Ill give you ten
You could make it twenty
But youre holding out again
Think it over think it over baby
Well think it over think it over baby
I will always love you
That cant be denied
Love you up until the day
That heaven knows Ive tried
For the time being I will tell you this
Id love to love you love to love you
But theres something missing
Baby listen unconditionally
Put your hand in my hand and surrender to me
Think it over think it over baby
Well think it over think it over baby
Twenty five fingers feel so divine
Twenty five fingers wish you were mine
Wish you were mine
Well so our hands met and twenty fingers entwined
I couldnt help I couldnt help but see
She didnt quite believe me
She said listen cause theres one little thing
Where did you get that lovely wedding ring
Think it over think it over baby
Well think it over think it over baby
Some things are forbidden
Never meant to be
Well that might be all right for you
But not for you and me
Twenty five fingers feel so divine
Twenty five fingers wish you were mine
Wish you were mine

song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Bonfire

stoke the fire!
sticks of prejudice
and hatred...

sticks of greed
and apathy.
sticks of profit

and loss....
sticks of capitalism,
and oil....

sticks of guns,
and patriotism.
sticks of sexual abuse

and addiction...
sticks of oppression,
and slavery....

stoke the fire!
build it up till
it's all gone....

maybe we'll find
...tomorrow..
in the ashes!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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If You Could Feel My Words

If you could feel my words they'd touch you softly,
Like my hand grazing your cheek, warming your heart,
And sending you comfort and peace.
If you could hear my fingers tapping nimbly
Over my keyboard they'd be a love song,
A soft whisper chanting my soul's mantra,
Quietly calling your name.

If I could make love to you with pen and paper
You'd feel my thoughts as intensely
As they pour from my mind.
My fingers strumming over the keys
Would be caresses gliding over your skin,
A kiss on your sweet lips,
On your neck a gentle bite.

If I could make you love me with a poem
My phrases would wrap around you like
Silk metaphors tickling your senses.
The stanzas binding your heart to mine
As rhymes charm and seduce you into submission.
Our days would be a jaunty limerick
And our nights a passionate ballad.

If only you could feel my words.

poem by Susan Brealey
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Sugar Never Tasted So Good

Sugar never tasted so good
Sugar never tasted so good
Sugar never tasted good to me
Yeah
Until her eyes crossed over
Until her mind crossed over
Until her soul fell next to me
Now
If the wrinkle that is in your brain
Has given you quite a sting
Your fingers have become a crane
Pulling on these puppet strings
Yeah
What a feeling that's begun
What a feeling that's begun
What a feeling that's begun
What a feeling that's begun
I felt just like a baby
Until I held a baby
What a fool this boy can be
Yeah
And her thougths like a daisy
Until my mind gets lazy
I must've been crazy not to see
Alright
If the wrinkle that is in your brain
Has given you quite a sting
Your fingers have become a crane
Your fingers have become a crane
Your fingers have become a crane
Pulling on these puppet strings
Water never tasted so good
Water never tasted so good
Water never tasted good to me

song performed by by White Stripes
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Fickle Fingers Of Fate

The fickle fingers of fate befalls us
everyday of our lives.
Sometimes it brings us happiness,
other times it brings us misery.
Sometimes it brings us love,
other times it breaks our heart.
The fickle fingers of fate befalls us
in everything we do.
Our actions are governed
by its fickle fingers
day and night
in what we do and say.
Its waywardness leads us
down roads we should not go
or to mountains too high to climb.
It can lead us to valleys
where tranquillity lay
and to lives peaceful.
The fickle fingers of fate
will lead us as it may,
making up decisions right or wrong.
We are its puppet on a string
as the fickle fingers of fate controls
our destiny come what may.

30 August 2009

poem by David Harris
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Art of Border

It could be a shield, it could be a cage
The safety sealant, the tying trap
The filter line, the block wall
Border, border, border

The sacred culture, the love crossing
The moral limit, the emotion frame
The rule control, the life permission
Border, border, border

The friction fight, the freedom cut
The bond mark, the fence crack
The counter side, the edge of touch
Border, border, border

Can you keep it as promise
Can you bridge it by hope
The song from deserted corner
Border, border, border

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Love

Love
Something totally intangible
Yet something we feel
Like blind faith
We abide by it
But is it real?
Like being in a family
Or and honor bound oath
Do we have ties and connections
A string between people
Or is it simply an illusion we use
To convince ourselves of reality in life?
Is it there invisibly?
Like the wind ruffling your hair
Something there we just can't see
Is it like an instinct?

Something in our perception?
This key to our affection
Is it a chemical reaction in the brain?
The feeling of butter flies,
When you speak my name?
The fast beating of a heart
The awkward words that come out
Because we are to startled to sound smart?
What is this thing called love that I think I feel?
When love is nothing but a fairy tale?
Jumbled up words and twisted emotions
When I look into your eyes I feel like
I've been drugged with a potion
Sweet smiles and kisses
Why do I feel like twirling in dresses?
What is thing we call love?

Love
We think it's there
And we don't really care if it's actually there
Or not, just as long and we continue
To feel like our insides are melting
When two people are side by side
Holding hands and just walking
Why do we call this thing love?
What do I feel when I run my fingers
Through your pretty blonde hair
Like your there and you'll always be there
When I know forever is just a mirage
Seeing something in the distance
Reaching for that thing you think is there
But in the back your mind knowing
You won't reach it

Is it a mechanical dictation?
Are we being watched for a diease,
A medical observation?
To feel something we think is there
This thing between one pair
We feel it in our bones
Throughout our hair
From the tips of our fingers
The feeling of it lingers
Leaving us wanting more
Leaving us yearning for it longer than before
What really happens when you have your first kiss?
What is it that makes us miss?
Wanting to be togeather
But just being remembered
Why do we want forever?

What is this 'love' we want togeather?

poem by Autumn Winds
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Human Touch

Everybodys talking to computers,
Theyre all dancing to a drum machine
I know Im living on the outside
Scared of getting caught between
Im so cool and calculated alone in the modern world
But sally has a hard time holding back
The alley to her heart is a beaten track
Shes got the love monkey riding on her back
We all need the human touch
We all need the human touch
I need it the human touch
We all need the human touch
We all need it, and I need it too
You know, I got my walls, sally calls them prison cells
Sometimes I need protection, Ive got the chains
I got the warning bells
I sit so snug and isolated alone in the modern world
But sally has a hard time holding back
The alley to her heart is a beaten track
Shes never out of love, yeah shes got the knack
Youve got love I want it, come on girl
We all need the human touch
We all need the human touch
I need it the human touch
We all need the human touch
We all need it, and I need it too
Human touch
Human touch
Human touch
Human touch
Im so scared and isolated in the modern world
We all need
We all need the human touch
We all need the human touch
We all need the human touch
I need it the human touch
We all need human touch
I need it the human touch
We all need it, and I need it too
Human touch

song performed by by Rick Springfield
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The Day the Piano Came

His fingers caressed the new, shiny keys, pulling out the strings
of Chopin melodies and chords that tugged at the heart.
We had never heard anything so beautiful as the gentle notes
that rolled into my ears, soft and warm. I shivered
in this warmth. It was too beautiful. This man
was a genius, bringing us this new and beautiful happiness.

That night, while everyone slept, I crept downstairs
and sat at the new piano. The smooth white glistened
under my curious fingertips. They itched to play.
This was a real piano.
I had never seen such an elegantly monstrous instrument,
and it was right here, in my house, under my fingers.
I was wrapped in bliss that night, and in the years
that followed, that silent piano brought me peace.

poem by Zoe Guillory
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Sick bed

The flue eats
my head and throat and body
and still you come and lie
close against me
and let your fingers
branch right through mine.

My throat burns
and I am scared
that you will also
get something
of this awful thing,
but without a worry
you kiss me
and I can feel life
pulsing on your soft hot lips.

Your fingers tickle the hairs
on my lip and chin
and there are teasing devils
dancing in your eyes,
while your fingers
creep to places
under my arms.

Like a child
I am given medicine
while I am already
much better,
in my soul and spirit
since you are with me.

poem by Gert Strydom
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