My Muse
Walking voluptuously down the street
With your scarlet streaming hair
Gently caressing the warm air
While like velvet become your feet...
Your big rounded eyes
Sparkling like distant stars
Reflect the brightness of the skies
Becoming visible even from afar...
The birds enjoy your presence
And happily sing for you...
You are of beauty, the essence
And of the morning, the dew...
By invading every night my dream
And in the day my thoughts,
You have become my everlasting spring
And of my heart, a permanent host...
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She Resembles You
Amazingly
She resembles you...
The way she smiles
Dances and talks
The way she looks at me
With those bewitching eyes
Just like yours.....
With her long streaming hair
Voluptuously touching my face
while we crazily dance...
She resembles you
Her deep breath
Gently caressing my ears
The magic of her beauty
Driving me insane
My heart now confused and afraid
Of becoming the victim
Of just another love's game,
Like the one with me you played...
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Velvet Green
Walking on velvet green. scots pine growing.
Isnt it rare to be taking the air, singing.
Walking on velvet green.
Walking on velvet green. distant cows lowing.
Never a care: with your legs in the air, loving.
Walking on velvet green.
Wont you have my company, yes, take it in your hands.
Go down on velvet green, with a country man.
Whos a young girls fancy and an old maids dream.
Tell your mother that you walked all night on velvet green.
One dusky half-hours ride up to the north.
There lies your reputation and all that youre worth.
Where the scent of wild roses turns the milk to cream.
Tell your mother that you walked all night on velvet green.
And the long grass blows in the evening cool.
And augusts rare delight may be aprils fool.
But think not of that, my love,
Im tight against the seam.
And Im growing up to meet you down on velvet green.
Now I may tell you that its love and not just lust.
And if we live the lie, lets lie in trust.
On golden daffodils, to catch the silver stream
That washes out the wild oat seed on velvet green.
Well dream as lovers under the stars ---
Of civilizations raging afar.
And the ragged dawn breaks on your battle scars.
As you walk home cold and alone upon velvet green.
Walking on velvet green. scots pine growing.
Isnt it rare to be taking the air, singing.
Walking on velvet green.
Walking on velvet green. distant cows lowing.
Never a care: with your legs in the air, loving.
Walking on velvet green.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Mistaken Identity
Forgive me, I thought somebody cared,
I thought it was you
Or I would surely never dared
Reveal myself through
Who made you guardian of my days,
Master of each step?
The spirit will retaliates,
Becoming suppressed.
I thought it was you,
Wearing an angelical smile
And with sparkling eyes
Bewitching me with its magic.
As time slowly passed.
The truth was clearly revealed
When I saw the fake lover
Hiding behind the mask.
I thought it was you,
The one permanently fixed
In my heart and mind
And also in my dreams.
Disappointed now I am
But with faith and hope
I will eventually survive
And see a brighter light.
One sunny day
While the butterflies dance
And the birds happily sing,
I shall find you my angel,
The woman of my dream
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One More Day
At night the moon is looking at its phosphorescent reflection in the sea,
And seagulls are unruffled sleeping on the rocks
Only the waves caressing the sand i can hear,
In the magic silence of a sultry summer night.
I am barefoot walking on sea shore,
My feet are enjoying the relaxing warm sand,
My mind feel relieved of negative thoughts,
In this greatness that nature holds.
Peace is invading my heart tonight,
With great hopes for day that is coming,
I am feeling the sea releasing my pains,
I am feeling my heart painless and happy.
Wind is whispering gently to me a sweet poem,
Everything is so amazing, so sublime,
This silent night invites me in its magic,
To live fully one more day again.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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A Magical Wish
One day I would like to go
To a distant and quiet place
Where nobody would find me,
Not even the dusty wind
And from you, I would be far away…
A place where tranquility prevails
And the pure air dominates the skies,
The fresh air that would greet my lungs
And give me the strength
That I can't afford to waste
In my pursuit to sing a new song…
A sublime and comfortable place
Where the happy singing birds
Would gently wake me up every day,
Letting me know in a sweet way
That is time to wash my craggy face
With the magical morning's dew
This would help me recapture,
From yesterday,
My early restless -youth…
In this new place, I would call home,
I would recreate a World of my own,
Where I would welcome each day
The warming and smiling Sun
With a distinctive sign that says:
"Love and Peace for always"...
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Where Are You?
Where are you my love?
Hiding behind the Moon
Or perhaps you are
Hiding in the very bottom
Of the deep Sea?
It seems I can only find you in parts
But never as a whole!
Are you afraid of our destiny?
As a happy couple together?
I am finally convinced
That you are the woman
Of my precious dream!
How do I know?
Accidentally, I heard
Your dear friends whispering
That you said loud and clear
I was your dreamed man!
But where the heck are you?
It seems I cannot find you
As a whole anywhere in the World!
I am very sure that you are the one:
I can sense your bewitching aroma
In the dew caressing
The flowers of my garden
Every single morning when I wake up,
While in the clear nights,
I can see the beauty
Of your dark and sparkling eyes,
In the shining stars!
I have discovered the secret
Of your unique smiles
On the radiant face of the Moon…
I have found someone
That incredibly resembles you
And believe me, my love,
She almost fooled me!
But she lacks the essence of you!
I can clearly hear your sweet voice
Traveling along with the wind!
As you can see, my dear love!
I find you in parts
But where are you as a whole?
Please, tell me of your whereabouts
And like a shooting star,
I will come to your rescue and together,
Make this dream come true!
Once and for all!
Where are you?
I cannot wait any longer!
Time is passing by rapidly
Just like the wind!
We are missing the boat!
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What Spring Brings
I enjoy what Spring brings.
The freshness of the air,
Supplied by the budding of leaves on trees.
A warming of a breeze that once could freeze.
The brightness of flowers,
As extended daylight hours come.
This rebirth witnessed is welcomed.
I enjoy what Spring brings.
And what that means as Winter melts.
A commitment seems to be given,
To all living beings.
As Mother Nature delivers.
An evolution of beauty,
Slowly growing upon us to know.
How valuable we are to God.
And how this is bestowed.
I enjoy what Spring brings.
The singing of the birds.
The blue of the sky,
And the grass so green.
The laughter of children and the innocence of it all.
The presence of promise...
A remembered frost seemed to have stalled.
I enjoy what Spring brings.
Appreciating I do...
The giving Spring brings with its offerings.
The kind only this time Spring can bring!
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An Angel And A Violin
Thoroughly magically blended,
To caress my ears as intended,
Through beauty and soulful sounds,
In my defense it softly rebounds...
An angel and a classical violin,
The century's concerto begins,
Plays like one hundred and one,
A million stars around the sun...
Soothing my heart and mind,
Finally leaving sorrow behind,
By helping me forget the past,
Only the good memories last...
An angel with streaming hair,
A beauty that lovingly stares,
Sparkling eyes, baby soft skin,
She orchestrated sounds again...
Her unique heartbeat clearly cast,
A conductor's baton circles fast,
We awake from a too real dream,
To rise to the top as a stronger beings..
New York's Philharmonic Symphony,
Is where the angels play in harmony,
Her bow glides softly over the strings,
With a sound of tenderness she sings...
To wish but it is only about reality,
Poetically, God's only soul for me,
But, when I fail to fall asleep,
There is no angel behind the violin...
When the sun rises I go about my day,
Her melancholy glow guides the way,
Anxiously awaiting darkness to begin,
Lovely dreams the angel comes again...
Life manifests itself in different forms,
The one behind my thoughts and poems,
The one I saw vividly in my dream,
The angel behind the violin...
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Elegy
He is sitting on a hill
A vapid night is crawling through the vale
The trees are fangs of transiency
The demons forge hammers and nails
He will travel all the ways
That lead to the unknown lands
Time has distorted his view
An amen in his due
He is gazing at the skies
Without yearning in his eyes
And he will follow the invisible trace
When the sirens sing again...
The spring is in the air, the silence in the skies
The wind is in his hair, the moon is in his eyes
The bats play on but hell be gone
Before the world has left the night
...the birds sing on but he has gone
Before the morning spreads its light
song performed by by Alphaville
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To My Mother
Chiming a dream by the way
With ocean’s rapture and roar,
I met a maiden to-day
Walking alone on the shore:
Walking in maiden wise,
Modest and kind and fair,
The freshness of spring in her eyes
And the fullness of spring in her hair.
Cloud-shadow and scudding sun-burst
Where swift on the floor of the sea,
And a mad wind was romping its worst,
But what was their magic to me?
Or the charm of the midsummer skies?
I only saw she was there,
A dream of the sea in her eyes
And the kiss of the sea in her hair.
I watch her vanish in space;
She came where I walked no more;
But something was passed from her grace
To the spell of the wave and the shore;
And now as the glad stars rise,
She comes to me, rosy and rare,
The delight of the wind in her eyes
And the hand of the wind in her hair.
poem by William Ernest Henley
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My Love Outshines The Summer Sun (Sonnet Corona)
(after William Shakespeare)
I
My love outshines the summer sun,
even stars in their remote twinkling light
and her eyes are more beautiful, each one
than the stars glimmering at night
Her cheeks is dimpled cute
her hair is an auburn crown,
her cheeks is rosy beyond repute
her hair is sun-shot twisting in a way of their own.
Her lips are more soft and warm
and her spirit is more mild
than a ray of light falling on my arm
or at times more free and wild
than birds where they fly,
my love is like the radiant sapphire sky.
II
My love is like the radiant sapphire sky
like the breeze rustling through trees
so lovely on my eye,
eager to please.
My love is like the summer sun,
like the blue hued sea
always warm and full of fun,
touching me gently
even when the darkness calls
and when time goes to its finality
like a star her light still falls,
my love stays true to me
in every thing her face I see
so gentle, sweet and free.
III
So gentle, sweet and free
my love lives her life
but I long for her to be near to me
in a world without any strive.
Like a lily prospering alone in the marsh
blooming pure and serene,
my darling lives unknown to a world harsh
out of control, away from the limelight scene
and in that rural place
her beauty is untouched by makeup,
filled with a sweet grace
and even in the morning when she wakes up
the sun is in her hair,
my darling is really fair.
IV
My darling is really fair
there are stars in her eyes,
she’s the most beautiful flower found anywhere,
her eyes are much more pure than the bluest skies.
When she smiles at me,
smiling tenderly,
I in her smile blessings see
as if love is there in all of its glory.
Still more so the bliss
that is caught in her kiss
that comes from the divine
which she is making mine
and sometimes the beauty makes her cry,
when the day flutters by.
V
When the day flutters by
with the sun setting red
you will find my love and I
where stars come out from bed,
then like a butterfly
the sun kisses the night,
touches the dark low and high
before it goes by with its last light
and she unloosens my tie
while we watch the full yellow moon,
while the fire in her eyes lie
sparkling, much brighter than the sunny afternoon,
but with a passing bat flying low she catches a fright,
while the stars are shining bright.
VII
While the stars are shining bright
like jewels in the sky’s crown
on a winter night
it has tranquillity, a beauty of its own,
her eyes are radiant,
as if aflame
lovely and brilliant
and of some she know the name
and something indiscernibly small
creeps into the very soul, into the heart
and of it that is all,
a smouldering, something with which we cannot part:
to me she remains the only one in joy and fun,
my love outshines the summer sun.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sliver Dream
To a curly hair girl
Last night, I dreamt in the dream
Orange tree, growing at my heart
Under blue sky, on the blue ocean
Wind of change, lifting my heart
Last night, I dream in the dream
Curly hair girl, walking softly
Visible into my eye, I only saw her shadow
With wing of angel, flying slowly
Over my starry sky, in my dream
Oh, curly hair girl, beheld me with your eye
And you will see, life is not a dream
Or love is not dream in my eye
Through lonely night, I dreamt of song
That neither lyric, nor music
Nor word, but I still could hear the song
Of your walking, softly, on my heart.
poem by Kathup Tsering
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Scarlet Ribbons
I peeked in to say good-night,
When I heard my child in prayer.
And for me some scarlet ribbons,
Scarlet ribbons for my hair.
All the stores were closed and shuttered,
All the streets were dark and bare.
In our town no scarlet ribbons,
Not one ribbon for her hair.
Thru the night my heart was aching,
Just before the dawn was breaking.
I peeked in and on her bed,
In gay profusion lying there,
Lovely ribbons, scarlet ribbons,
Scarlet ribbons for her hair.
If I live to be a hundred,
I will never know from where.
Came those lovely scarlet ribbons,
Scarlet ribbons for her hair.
Scarlet ribbons- theres magic in the air,
Scarlet, scarlet ribbons for her hair.
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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My Home Town
The last time I saw my home town, her trees were dressed for spring,
And her people walked beneath those trees and birds found songs to sing.
The last time I saw my home town, her heart was warm and gay,
No matter how cruelly they change her, I'll remember her that way.
I dodged and hided in the fields of golden corn that I had dodged for years.
The chorus of the wind blowing the heavy loaded stems was music to my ears
I thought of happy hours and pure childhood lost, and laborious people who toiled their day
Old women, selling flowers, in markets at dawn, kids rushing to their play
Lonely I was, scanning with lonely eyes, seeking her in vain
Her streets are where they were, but there's no sign of her; the pain is insane
Where are the children who ran in the park and in sun sandy paths
And those who danced under summer night looked at the stars and laugh
I used to watch as a child the fair morning fog clearly chiming in its flowing before my eye;
Warmly and broadly the south winds were winding and blowing over the sky.
One after another the white clouds over the fields of wild tulips were fleeting;
Every heart that gorgeous May morning in joyance was brimming and beating
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Goodnight Till The Morning Sun
Walking
Walking upon white sands
Imprisoned by thoughts and narrow walls
That holds no comfort within right now
Walking
Walking beneath the sun
Yes warm
But feel embraced by the coldness
As hands touch loneliness
Down on hands and knees I go
To touch the warmth once more
But through clouds of smoke
I search for you
And the sun
Oh hear my voice upon the ocean
Within your dreams
Till the morning sun appears
And as sunshine warm your face
Open your eyes in joy
And know my thoughts are with you
But for now I am walking
Walking upon white sands
Imprisoned by narrow walls
And thoughts
That holds no comfort
But as I walk beneath the sun
Upon white sands within a dream
My heart belongs… to you
As I say goodnight
Till the morning sun.
poem by Robert Sheridan
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Not Everyone Looks Forward To Spring
Although it is a time of bloom and blossom
When wild birds build their nests and breed and sing
It also is a time of heavy pollen
And not everybody looks forward to the Spring.
The garden in full bloom is looking lovely
And blossoms on the bushes and the trees
But pollen by the warm breeze is carried
And you hear some people sniffle, cough and sneeze.
The beauty of Spring on the artist's canvas
And Spring inspire the lyric poet to rhyme
But all of those who have an allergy to pollen
Will tell you that Spring is not their favourite time.
Not every one yearns for the warm weather
Or for the scents of blossom, rose and flower
You cannot enjoy the beauty of a sunlit garden
If you cough and sneeze one hundred times an hour.
It is a time of greenery and beauty
When wild birds build their nests and breed and sing
And Mother Nature she is at her loveliest
But not everyone looks forward to the Spring.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Just A Dream
JUST A DREAM
While you sleep like an angel
Under a silent and starry night.
I want to penetrate
Deeply in your dream
And become like a spy!
I want to find you in a sunny day
When the flowers are happy smiling
Watching the colorful butterflies play
While bewitched by its scent…
I want to climb the highest mountain,
Hoping to find you on the very top
Patiently waiting for me
And expecting to get
Drowned in my ardent lips…
I want to travel through
The Seven Seas
And feel the soothing breeze
Gently caressing my body
While I think of you!
Yes, indeed!
At the beach, on a sandy bed,
I want to quietly fall asleep
And start dreaming about you
And then, by surprise,
I feel the warmness of your body
Softly caressing mine
But when I suddenly wake up
And wide-open my lazy eyes,
I find a mermaid
Resting on my chest!
It wasn't you there
But the mermaid
For you were only
On my dream, instead!
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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21 October 2011
That day that night had fell in my hands
For b'fore me, lays on my pillow an angel
Who was oblivious to my plans
For to her heavens I ever remain faithful.
21 October 2011 was the day I asked heaven.
To bestow upon me a forever glee
That would expel such sorrow in the world
And break these sad chains from me
And who would walk with my hand, a girl.
If a more smoother silk was to bless my hand
Than a seraph would have me say
That this elegant hair is as gold as grains of sand
Which mesmerise my night to day.
21 October 2011 was when she took my heart away.
"Oh my beauty! " - I could not help express
At the tip of my lungs till they burst
To all persons to the world and rest
For my love, your heart is my first.
"Would you kiss me? " - Your incantation
Your magic, you cast o'er me your spell
For my heart was your infiltration
It's a fairy-tale - You're my love story to tell.
21 October 2011 was when into her arms I fell.
Those lips do not just give dulcet a kiss
But sing with a merry tune
The innocence I reminisce
As does the tenderness of the moon.
Her hands as soft as clouds
That fills happiness in the skies
The night must be of her so proud
For the stars sparkle in her eyes.
21 October 2011 is when God made my world in the days of seven.
Oh God! You answered my prayer!
And sent me an angel from heaven
My heart you guided her straight there
All on the night of 21 October 2011.
21 October 2011.
poem by Theo Williams
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Someday Morning
As the early morning filters through
My shuttered window pane
I look about and realize
That things are still the same
These flowers in a glass
Mark the hours that have passed
As I lay sleeping
And I can hear my footsteps ringing
Down the empty morning street
And the concrete that I walk upon
Is cold beneath my feet
A single winging dove
Reminds me of the sleeping love
That I am leaving
cause everyone must someday do his own thing
cause everyone must someday do his own thing
And I have a brand new song to sing
In the morning skies the stars
Begin to sputter and to fade
As the night surrenders all its claim
On shadows it has made
A watchdogs hungry bark
Is the mornings first remark
Upon my walking
And everyone must someday do his own thing
And everyone must someday do his own thing
And I have a brand new song to sing
And Im told that if I try
That I can do most anything
Well then I would like to sing a song
And make this morning ring
As the morning turns to day
Hear the waking city say
Who is that singing
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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When I catch my falling star
When I catch my falling star
Many friends will be there to tell where all my past years are
When I catch my falling star
I will take with me songs of glory repertoire
When does fall my star from the skies
Let no tears fall on checks from loving eyes
When does fall my star from the skies
The birds will sing and trees indulge in breeze free of human sighs
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