Beginning, The
Some day I shall rise and leave my friends
And seek you again through the world's far ends,
You whom I found so fair
(Touch of your hands and smell of your hair!),
My only god in the days that were.
My eager feet shall find you again,
Though the sullen years and the mark of pain
Have changed you wholly; for I shall know
(How could I forget having loved you so?),
In the sad half-light of evening,
The face that was all my sunrising.
So then at the ends of the earth I'll stand
And hold you fiercely by either hand,
And seeing your age and ashen hair
I'll curse the thing that once you were,
Because it is changed and pale and old
(Lips that were scarlet, hair that was gold!),
And I loved you before you were old and wise,
When the flame of youth was strong in your eyes,
-- And my heart is sick with memories.
poem by Rupert Brooke
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The Beginning
Some day I shall rise and leave my friends
And seek you again through the world's far ends,
You whom I found so fair
(Touch of your hands and smell of your hair!),
My only god in the days that were.
My eager feet shall find you again,
Though the sullen years and the mark of pain
Have changed you wholly; for I shall know
(How could I forget having loved you so?),
In the sad half-light of evening,
The face that was all my sunrising.
So then at the ends of the earth I'll stand
And hold you fiercely by either hand,
And seeing your age and ashen hair
I'll curse the thing that once you were,
Because it is changed and pale and old
(Lips that were scarlet, hair that was gold!),
And I loved you before you were old and wise,
When the flame of youth was strong in your eyes,
- And my heart is sick with memories.
poem by Rupert Brooke (1906)
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Friends.... Old Friends......
Friends… old friends…
One sees how it ends.
A woman looks
Or a man lies,
And the pleasant brooks
And the quiet skies,
Ruined with brawling
And caterwauling,
Enchant no more
As they did before,
And so it ends
With friends.
Friends… old friends…
And what if it ends?
Shall we dare to shirk
What we live to learn?
It has done its work,
It has served its turn;
And, forgive and forget
Or hanker and fret,
We can be no more
As we were before.
When it ends, it ends
With friends.
Friends… old friends…
So it breaks, so it ends.
There let it rest!
It has fought and won,
And is still the best
That either has done.
Each as he stands
The work of its hands
Which shall be more
As he was before?…
What is it ends
With friends?
poem by William Ernest Henley
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The Passing Of A Heart
O touch me with your hands--
For pity's sake!
My brow throbs ever on with such an ache
As only your cool touch may take away;
And so, I pray
You, touch me with your hands!
Touch--touch me with your hands.--
Smooth back the hair
You once caressed, and kissed, and called so fair
That I did dream its gold would wear alway,
And lo, to-day--
O touch me with your hands!
Just touch me with your hands,
And let them press
My weary eyelids with the old caress,
And lull me till I sleep. Then go your way,
That Death may say:
He touched her with his hands.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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My Antonia
(Emmylou Harris)
He said "Oh my love. Oh my Antonia
You with the dark eyes and palest of skin
Tonight I am going from Santa Maria
Wait for me till I'm in your arms once again"
She held me, she kissed me, begged me not to leave her
To cross on 1he mountain my fortune to win
But a letter now tells me she died of a fever
I'll never see her in this world again
You are my sorrow, you are my splendor
You are my shelter through storm and through strife
You are the one I will always remember
All off the days of my life
I curse the ambition that took me far from her
For a treasure not ever so fine or so fair
As the flash of her smile or the touch of her fingers
The fire in her heart and the smell of her hair
She left me a note that cried "Do not weep for me
Behold you are with me as sure as the stars
That rise in the evening to shine down upon me
Behold I am with you wherever you are"
I can still hear him. he calls to me only
What once was begotten shall come to no end
But the road is so long and the nights are so lonely
My soul just to hold him in this world again
You are my sorrow, you are my splendor
You are my shelter through storm and through strife
You are the one I will always remember
All of the days of my life
Oh my love, Oh my Antonia
You with the dark eyes and palest of skin
How could I know thai night in Santa Maria
I'd never see you in this world again
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Psalm 63
O God you are my God
In the morning I will rise to thee
You're the one that came to earth
You're the one who came and died for me
My soul thirsts for you
And I will seek you all my days
My soul longs for you
That I may give you all my praise
In a dry and thirsty land
If I don't find you I will die
There is no water in this place
For you O Lord must rend the sky
I seek you in your hiding place
To see your power and glory
A touch from you is better than life
I want my life to be your story
With joyful lips I praise your name
Beneath your wing I do rejoice
I'll tell the whole world of your fame
And forever make a joyful noise
For I have found you O my God
I found you there before your throne
I looked and looked and there you were
And now I know I'm not alone
poem by Frank McEleny
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The Touch Of
The Touch of Your Kiss
A Touch of Your Hand
The touch of your Soft Hair
A Touch of Your Beautiful Eyes
The feel of your hair touching My Face
The Sweet smell of rain that touches Your Soul
A soft touch of a babies skin
Touch of our hearts since we met
The Touch of your smile
A Touch of your love is all I Really Need.
By Charles Kuehnle AkA xxwhitestallionx
poem by Charles Kuehnle
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Black Flowing Hair, A Memory Of You
I see you leaning by a wall next door
Against an afternoon sun
And though it is your back that faces me
I know
From the beating of my heart
That it is you, Black-flowing-hair
I can smell you
In mint
And you shall be inside me
As I breathe
So I can live for another time
You are
My tallest tree
On top of the Sleeping-dragon-mountain
And I look up to you
Like my full moon one cold night
Untouched by my fingers
Black-flowing-hair
The world may not have found love in my eyes
As I have none to boost
Since I have given it to you
All of it
I shall find it
But shall not take it back
From you
Your shadow is my god
And it is only that I can touch
Without you knowing
The shadow
Of your
Back
My self-made god
Is enough life
I do not ask much
I cannot
You do not know me
There is no need
I only give myself
I do not have to take any
In return
Now I declare
I have found my place
In you
I have found myself
In you
I have found you
I am Mute-white-dove -sitting
On the breast of Black-flowing-hair
Touching the clouds
Holding the rainbow
Saving all the raindrops of my life.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lovers never become friends
Let's stay friends
For the love never lasts
I've learned from the past
Because it always ends
Let's stay friends
For the true friends
Never leave each other hands
So let's stay friends
For the real friendships are more precious then
The odd stories of love
So let's stay friends
For friends somehow become lovers
But never forget that
Lovers never become friends
So let's stay friends
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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A Family of Friends
I look around me,
And what do I see?
A group of friends,
Who have inspired me,
We're there for each other,
We're there any time,
And I can say...
We're a legacy,
A legacy of friends,
We've come together in unity,
Let's join our hands,
And praise our God,
For we are a family of friends.
We've looked around us,
And found our strength,
He is around us,
O praise his name,
He brought us together,
In this place,
So I say again..
We're a legacy,
A legacy of friends,
We've come together in unity,
Let's join our hands,
And praise our God,
For we are a family of friends.
We thought we knew,
Who we were,
But as the days when it by,
It was unclear,
But we came together,
To talk it out,
And we soon found out...
We're a legacy,
A legacy of friends,
We've come together in unity,
Let's join our hands,
And praise our God,
For we are a family of friends.
(April 2010)
poem by Margaret Shaw
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Her Beautiful Hands
Your hands--they are strangely fair!
O Fair--for the jewels that sparkle there,--
Fair--for the witchery of the spell
That ivory keys alone can tell;
But when their delicate touches rest
Here in my own do I love them best,
As I clasp with eager, acquisitive spans
My glorious treasure of beautiful hands!
Marvelous--wonderful--beautiful hands!
They can coax roses to bloom in the strands
Of your brown tresses; and ribbons will twine,
Under mysterious touches of thine,
Into such knots as entangle the soul
And fetter the heart under such a control
As only the strength of my love understands--
My passionate love for your beautiful hands.
As I remember the first fair touch
Of those beautiful hands that I love so much,
I seem to thrill as I then was thrilled,
Kissing the glove that I found unfilled--
When I met your gaze, and the queenly bow,
As you said to me, laughingly, 'Keep it now!' . . .
And dazed and alone in a dream I stand,
Kissing this ghost of your beautiful hand.
When first I loved, in the long ago,
And held your hand as I told you so--
Pressed and caressed it and gave it a kiss
And said 'I could die for a hand like this!'
Little I dreamed love's fullness yet
Had to ripen when eyes were wet
And prayers were vain in their wild demands
For one warm touch of your beautiful hands.
. . . . . . . . .
Beautiful Hands!--O Beautiful Hands!
Could you reach out of the alien lands
Where you are lingering, and give me, to-night,
Only a touch--were it ever so light--
My heart were soothed, and my weary brain
Would lull itself into rest again;
For there is no solace the world commands
Like the caress of your beautiful hands.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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A Note from Gaza
O uncle
say how you feel when you see the tiny bodies of my friends scattered everywhere. there is a real pain and the smell of death that makes me sick
tell me
why do you get violent like the devil
why do you think you're mighty
while my mom taught that the Lord of all that exists in the world
and my dad said that the fair punishment would be enacted soon
O uncle you could handcuff my little hands
blinded me deafen ears clamped my mouth, but you can not eliminate the memories of savagery yourself
uncle know, if one day I grow up I swear on my little friends that I'm going to turn the world and will never forgive you
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Love Will Never End
When you're down and you're lonely
You know that I will be there
Even though we've been around the world
Away from you
Just close your eyes
Dreams will come true
This love is now and forever
I found a way to your heart
Through the sunshine and the rainy days
This much is true
Remember
We love you
Join hands let go
Set the world on fire
You can believe that
Love will take you higher
I swear you'll never be the same
Cause this kind of love never ends
From all of us to all of you
Just close your eyes and let your
Dreams come true
Join hands let go
Set the world on fire
You can believe that
Love will take you higher
I swear you'll never be the same
Cause this kind of love never ends
Join hands let go
Set the world on fire
You can believe that
Love will take you higher
I swear you'll never be the same
Cause this kind of love never ends
song performed by by Hear'Say from Popstars
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It Starts With A Kiss
It starts with a kiss,
That brings the world down,
A kiss,
That makes my body give in,
It starts with a kiss,
And your hands,
Slowly moving down my back,
And lifting me up to put my legs around you,
It starts with a kiss,
Our lips will do what they do,
My lips will part,
When yours do,
It starts with a kiss,
With my hands through your hair,
And with your hands on my waist,
Man this world seems to quake,
It starts with a kiss,
Man this is so fair,
Your lips feel so good,
On mine that just sit their,
It starts with a kiss,
That makes the whole room stop,
They see sparks fly,
And the room glow in a light so pure,
It starts with a kiss,
But when your lips leave mine,
My neck feels their company,
Then my body gives into you,
It starts with a kiss,
Your lips seem to know what to do,
Cause they are moving up and down my neck,
Once that ends they find my lips again,
It starts with a kiss,
And my body sub comes to you,
And once again,
The Kiss Is Where It All Begins! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Cant We Be Friends?
I thought Id found the man of my dreams.
Now it seems, this is how the story ends:
Hes goin to turn me down and say,
Cant we be friends?
I thought for once it couldnt go wrong.
Not for long! I can se the way this ends:
Cnever again! through with love,
Throught with men!
They play their game without shame, and whos to blame?
I thought Id found a man I could trust.
What a bust! this is how the story ends:
Hes goin to turn me down and say,
Cant we be friends?
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Read 'em And Weep
Midnight, not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory, she is smiling alone
In the lamplight, the withered leaves, collected my fee
And the wind begins to moan
Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days, it was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life, and I mustn't give in
When the dawn comes, tonight will be a memory, too
And a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smoky days, the stale cold smell of morning
The street lamp dies, another night is over, another day is dawning
Touch me, it's so easy to leave me, all alone with the memory of my day in the sun
If you touch me, you'll understand what happiness is
Look a new day, has begun
Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days, it was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Meeting
Dogs take new friends abruptly and by smell,
Cats' meetings are neat, tactual, caressive.
Monkeys exchange their fleas before they speak.
Snakes, no doubt, coil by coil reach mutual knowledge.
We then, at first encounter, should be silent;
Not court the cortex but the epidermis;
Not work from inside out but outside in;
Discover each other's flesh, its scent and texture;
Familiarize the sinews and the nerve-ends,
The hands, the hair - before the inept lips open.
Instead of which we are resonant, explicit.
Our words like windows intercept our meaning.
Our four eyes fence and flinch and awkwardly
Wince into shadow, slide oblique to ambush.
Hands stir, retract. The pulse is insulated.
Blood is turned inwards, lonely; skin unhappy ...
While always under all, but interrupted,
Antennae stretch ... waver ... and almost ... touch.
Submitted by Stephen Fryer
poem by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
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If You Leave
If you leave
Dont leave now
Please dont take my heart away
Promise me,
Just one more night
Then well go our separate ways
We always had,
Time on our side
Now its fading fast
Every second
Every moment
Weve got to,
Weve gotta make it last!
Ill touch you once
Ill touch you twice
I wont let go at any price
I need you now
Like I needed you then
You always said wed still be friends someday
If you leave
I wont cry
I wont waste a single day
But if you leave
Nooo, dont look back
Ill be running the other way
Seven years
Went under the bridge
Time was standing stilllll
Heaven knows
What happens now
You got to,
You gotta say you will
Ill touch you once
Ill touch you twice
I wont let go at any price
I need you now
Like I needed you then
You always said wed still be friends
Ill touch you once
Ill touch you twice
I wont let go at any price
I need you now
Like I needed you then
You always said wed still be friends
Someday! (2xs)
Oh if you leave (2xs)
If you leavvee
song performed by by Good Charlotte
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As Resplendent As A Renoir!
I wish I could own a Renoir, a master of the arts.
You see, to me, he was a star! He's captured many hearts!
He had a sense of fun, that's true! He sensed Man's need, of course!
That's why he painted just for you! Life's promise to enforce!
We were not meant for cold, dark rooms! We seek out summer days!
We do not seek the dooms and glooms! We like the summer haze!
We thrive on picnics in the sun! We celebrate with friends!
We take that party spirit won until the evening ends!
We swim, we dance, we toast the joy that God put deep within!
We play with every girl and boy! Sometimes we let them win!
Yet most of all we look around! Exploring all the while!
Rejoicing at the gifts we've found that thrill us till we smile!
That's life! Not hiding in the house! Not sulking, life's not fair!
Not skulking round as if a mouse! But outside... everywhere!
The colours Nature shares are grand! The flowers bid us near!
The birds may glide down, softly land, as if they show no fear!
Why, then, can't we, enjoy life, too! ? Paint pictures like Renoir!
Who knows what artwork you can do? Just wish upon a star!
poem by Denis Martindale
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The Smell of a Dog
I love the way a dog smells.
Ever since I was a boy,
I have loved the smell of a dog's paws,
leathery pads, edged with fur,
that absorb the rich, musty fragrances
of where the dog and I have been
in our adventures together.
I love the smell of the top of a dog's head,
where the fur is smoother than at any other
part of the animal
and is usually cleaner, too.
The top-of-the-head smell is fresher than the paw,
more like the smell of a little boy's hair
at the end of a summer's day in the sun.
I don't mind
the faint smell of skunk on a dog,
(but only if it's faint) .
Snuggling down for a nap
with my skunk flavored companion
lying next to me
puts me back in another time,
when the world was new,
waiting to be explored and discovered
by my friends and me and our dogs;
when the little lame balloon man
was simply another reason to wonder.
Look At Me
Look at me
Look at my mouth,
the little up-curve at the ends;
Look at my hair
the way I flip it when I talk;
Look at what I wear
some of it is for you.
Notice how I smell.
Notice how I look,
and how I breathe
when you are near;
come close to me;
lean in when we talk.
Touch my face sometimes.
Notice the brown specks
in my green eyes;
touch me
when I walk by;
And laugh a little
for no reason
when you say hello.
Look at me
at odd times
from across the room.
Back into me at parties
expecting a hug
from behind
And thank you love
cause you do all this
all the time.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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