Like A Hawk
Everywhere one goes
Eyes are drilling you like a hawk,
Looking for assymetry,
Disfigurements, enlargements,
Entanglements, perfection.
Every one looks
Eyes turn to you, or away.
Neither for a millisecond do they stay.
But the effects are engorging,
Annoying, exciting or displacing.
I once gazed at the corpse of my mother,
Who, peering it seemed high into the steeple,
Saw nothing except hazel.
But then I noticed something about her
I had never seen before:
Painless peace and superhuman
Repose.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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To the Stars
What beholds
In my sight
My lover in the night
That she may sleep
In inner peace
Atop a bed of fleece
And how cruel of me
To confess
Of her long purple dress
We gazed upon the night sky
All of who we may try
And as we met each other's eyes
With love, to the stars we shall rise
And what is
My temptation
To ignore my condemnation
And how
Can I stay sane
Within a field of shame
We gazed upon the night sky
All of who we may try
And as we met each other's eyes
With love, to the stars we shall rise
As you gaze
Fixed upon the stars
All of who you are
Is revealed
Unto me
And I couldn't see
So I confess
Nontheless
Like a small bird in nest
In her long purple dress
We gazed upon the night sky
All of who we may try
And as we met each other's eyes
With love, to the stars we shall rise
And if I
May so hear
An unpleasant
To awake
To the news
Of one gone I would not lose
To know the one
In the dress
Is nothing now but dead
Then how can I live
With this utter feeling of dread
And as I gaze upon the night sky
All of who I may try
And as I close my tired eyes
With love, to you I shall rise
poem by Pete Rivera
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Hazel Eyes
I've seen so many wonders
my eyes could not beleive
but also the tragides
that lay behind beneath the happy
cheery go lucky me
there is a sad sad girl
wanting to scream away her pain and guilt
Behind her hazel eyes
she cries out for help
she cries and cries cause she cant change the past
but with just one smile she can
make it look alright
even when its not
She can make her
beautiful hazel eyes sparkle
and dance to catch another ones eye
behind her hazel eys though
is a very sad sad girl
wanting to scream away her pain and guilt
poem by Dominique Lange
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Eyes are the window to the soul
Eyes are the windows to the soul
Throughout my life I’ve been told
To see into anothers heart
Eyes are the place to start
Be they hazel, green or blue
Black, brown color changing too
Matters not what color they be
They show what one needs to see
Through these windows the truth lies
Emotionally nothing hides
Clear for all too recognize
Displayed to the world in ones eyes
Evident are anger, lust and surprise
Fear, truth, lust, hope and despise
Happiness, sorrow, and confusion
Inside familiar eyes there is no illusion
To gaze deeply is an intense moment
For the eyes are a intimate component
Although prominent noticed by all
Often the feature hardest to recall
poem by Vern Eaker
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The Eyes Of A Woman
Have you ever looked into the eyes of a woman
You can tell a lot about a woman, just from her eyes
No eyes could ever subdue the artistry of a woman's
As they say, the beauty of a woman lies in her eyes
And indeed they do, just look at those gorgeous eyes
Look at those olive green eyes, full of ecstasy and desire
I've never seen such angelic eyes in my life
Which is what led me to this paper and pen
As from the first time my eyes met them
I could not simply get them out of my head
I could not help but notice Oh, those dazzling green eyes
I am left speechless, as I remember that sight of grace
You indeed can tell a lot about a woman just from her eyes
Green is the colour of nature, and all the beauty it withholds
Symbolizing growth, harmony, freshness and fertility
Green has strong emotional correspondence with safety
It withholds great healing power, looking at them, I noticed
Being the most restful colour for the human eye, I realised
Green suggests Stability and endurance, indicates growth and hope
Olive green is the traditional colour of peace
Just from looking at your enticing green eyes, I noticed
The kind of woman that you are, how special you indeed are
My sweet love I do bid you, never have my eyes ever seen
Such magnificence, such divine delicacy in the eyes of a woman
And I do bid you, never have my eyes ever met yours like that
Never have my eyes ever fallen in love with the eyes of a woman
Never have my eyes smiled at the sight of the eyes of a woman
Never has my heart skipped a beat at such a sight
And I can only write on a paper, what magnificence I have witnessed
But I do bid you, that words alone may not bear what I have experienced
poem by Gabriel Gauci Maistre
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Nothin' To Say
Nothin' to say, my daughter! Nothin' at all to say!
Gyrls that's in love, I've noticed, ginerly has their way!
Yer mother did, afore you, when her folks objected to me--
Yit here I am, and here you air; and yer mother--where is she?
You look lots like yer mother: Purty much same in size;
And about the same complected; and favor about the eyes:
Like her, too, about _livin_' here,--because _she_ couldn't stay:
It'll 'most seem like you was dead--like her!--But I hain't got nothin' to say!
She left you her little Bible--writ yer name acrost the page--
And left her ear bobs fer you, ef ever you come of age.
I've allus kep' 'em and gyuarded 'em, but ef yer goin' away--
Nothin' to say, my daughter! Nothin' at all to say!
You don't rikollect her, I reckon? No; you wasn't a year old then!
And now yer--how old _air_ you? W'y, child, not '_twenty_!' When?
And yer nex' birthday's in Aprile? and you want to git married that day?
... I wisht yer mother was livin'!--But--I hain't got nothin' to say!
Twenty year! and as good a gyrl as parent ever found!
There's a straw ketched onto yer dress there--I'll bresh it off--turn round.
(Her mother was jes' twenty when us two run away!)
Nothin' to say, my daughter! Nothin' at all to say!
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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The Caged Eagle
. . . I went the other day
To see the birds and beasts they keep enmewed
In the London Zoo. One of the first I saw —
One of the first I noticed, was an Eagle,
Ragged, befouled, within his iron bars
He sat without a movement or a sound,
And, when I stood and pitying looked at him,
I saw his great sad eyes that winkless gazed
Out to the horizon sky. I passed from there,
And walked about the gardens hither and thither,
Till all the afternoon was spent. Returning then
To seek my home, again by chance I passed
The Eagle's cage, and stood again and looked,
And saw his great sad eyes that winkless gazed
Out to the horizon sky. So I went home. . . .
The Eagle is Ireland.
poem by Francis William Lauderdale Adams
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Don't Listen
Don’t listen to him,
Gran said,
indicating
with a nod
of her head,
to Granddad
in the other room,
sitting by the fire
with his loose clothes
holding in bones.
You stood by the door,
peeping through
the thin crack
between door
and frame,
your young eyes
like a hawk’s,
catching the view:
Granddad lighting up
a cigarette,
to set him off
on the cough
and spit and phlegm,
and Gran’s hazel eyes
lighting up with anger
and her tongue
like a viper’s
ready to condemn.
poem by Terry Collett
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My Eyes Have You In Them Too Much!
My eyes have you in them too much!
I catch myself in vacant stares.
Becoming helpless and aware I am noticed...
Being out of focus.
My eyes have you in them too much!
My eyes have you in them too much,
Too soon.
Too quick you've managed to interfere,
With my routine.
Too sudden to me it seems you are there.
Or here,
Or...
Wherever you are,
Doing this.
Or that!
Or...
Whatever this is,
Beginning an entrapment.
Yes,
I am feeling like that!
A victim of a mental snack.
My eyes have you in them too much!
And I am not quite sure as to why!
But then...
I'm not quite sure when this started.
My eyes have you in them too much!
And...
I am doing my best,
Not to get my heart involved.
And yet...
If it was,
Would you be there to care...
My eyes have you in them too much,
Everywhere!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stranger Eyes
A-when you took the fall
And then you floated down
And then you took the jump
And you fell through clouds
Yeah then you watched the world
Beat the crowd
Come on ride me high
(stranger eyes)
A-well a-ride me high
(stranger eyes)
Yeah you took the fall
And then you landed soft
You thought to yourself
Oo well Im not alone
You with your dark red soul
And your chaperone
Come on ride me high
(stranger eyes)
Wont you ride me high
(stranger eyes)
Come on ride me high
(stranger eyes)
Ride me high
(danger [? ] stranger eyes)
Stranger eyes
Oo well I need your touch
That means so much
Oo well I need your touch
Cause it means so much
A-ride me high
Come on ride me high
(stranger eyes)
A-yeah ride me high
(stranger eyes)
Ride me high
(stranger eyes)
Oh, come on and ride me high
(danger [? ] stranger eyes)
Stranger eyes
(stranger [echo] stranger eyes)
(stranger [echo] stranger eyes)
(stranger [echo] stranger eyes)
[fade]
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Not Part Of My Love Description
Putting those adored and respected,
High on a pedestal...
Where from one's eyes,
They are placed and set.
May not be to the benefit of those placed there.
Sometimes people forget,
It is who they are...
And not what they have,
Or believe what they will get...
That someone places them so high in their eyes.
Some may begin to believe,
Everyone sees them that way.
Only to hit rock bottom,
When the source of their glow and light...
Begins to feel they have become annoying.
And for one sitting so high...
It is difficult to be seen,
When someone who once loved unconditionally...
Pulls the plug and leaves.
'I thought you said you adored me? '
~I did.
But competing with your ego,
Is not part of my love description.
Giving with no receiving?
Naw!
I aint into it!
You don't mind if I take my light,
I showered on you so bright...
And go,
Do you?
I guided you up.
Who knows?
You're ALL THAT!
Maybe someone will come along,
To help you plant your feet back on the ground.
I'm outta here.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Saturday Morning 1961
Jane climbed off
the Saturday bus to town
her black hair ruffled
by the wind
her eyes
looking over at you
her mother close by
you standing by the wall
having climbed from the bus
a few moments before
your mother stood
and spoke to others
you watched as Jane buttoned up
her coat against the winter cold
her fingers turning blue
then she moved over to you
and said
I saw you by the water tower last night
as we drove by
my father visiting
a parishioner in the village
I was watching the sun
moving beyond the Downs
you said
like some giant moving
away to sleep
she smiled
and surreptitiously
she touched your hand
her mother's head
looking the other way
talking to your mother
of her husband's work
of church or of weather
or whatever
you gazed at Jane's eyes
the turn of head
the smile on lips
the way her hands touched
oh to be with her
away from others
to talk and walk
and capture each moment
with her closeness
but then her mother
moved away to shop
and Jane followed
just behind
and as she walked away
you painted her figure
and beauty
in your mind.
poem by Terry Collett
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You Are One Of A Kind
Can you tell me 'why' is it,
When you make a visit to my home...
It's as if you are making a grand entrance?
And everyone has their eyes focused upon you.
Why can't you enter like everyone else?
With less...
flair!
'Actually,
I had not noticed 'how' I entered your home.
However...
I can make a suggestion.
And we could practice it if you like? '
Anything other than that smoke machine you use.
'You know I am only teasing.'
I'm not so sure.
What's your suggestion?
'I'll call before I arrive.
I'll enter through the back door.
You then turn off the lights.
And...
As soon as you believe I am standing,
In the middle of your living room...
Turn on the lights.
And then I'll simply say...
'SURPRISE'.
Although not as exciting,
As my arrival unexpectedly.
But...
I do think the touch,
Will ease that 'flair business' you dislike.
You want to try it?
'You are one of a kind! '
I have other entrances from which you can select,
If you like?
I am only here to be a guest.
Not to absorb all of the attention,
As you suspect happens.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Canvas
Before my eyes brilliant colour, perfection
Dancing gracefully in every direction,
The world of trees, the art of nature
Are simple reasons for a painter.
The power mother nature can release
Could make a painting, a masterpiece
A gallery of natures finest hues,
Enough to stir the most reluctant muse.
Should mother nature tutor me in art
My tree would show a living beating heart,
And should I save one single living tree
My canvas would inspire the world to see.
Red, orange, yellow, green and brown
Colours of beauty my brush would put down
Bright and vibrant Maple Red and Golden Oak
Living, breathing felt with every brush stroke..
©2011
poem by Hazel Connelly
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I Caught Fire
Seemed to stop my breath
My head on your chest
Waiting to cave in
From the bottom of my...
Hear your voice again
Could we dim the sun
And wonder where we've been
Maybe you and me
So kiss me like you did
My heart stopped beating
Such a softer sin
(I'm melting, I'm melting)
In your eyes
I lost my place
Could stay a while
And I'm melting
In your eyes
Like my first time
That I caught fire
Just stay with me
Lay with me
Now
Never caught my breath
Every second I'm without you I'm a mess
Ever know each other
Trust these words are stones
why cuts aren't healing
Learning how to love
I'm melting (I'm melting)
In your eyes
I lost my place
Could stay a while
And I'm melting
In your eyes
Like my first time
That I caught fire
Just stay with me
Lay with me
(Stay with me lay with me now)
You could stay and watch me fall
And of course I'll ask for help
Just stay with me now
Take my hand
We could take our heads off
stay in bed just make love that's all
Just stay with me now
I'm melting (I'm melting)
In your eyes
I lost my place
Could stay a while
and I'm melting
In your eyes
Like my first time
That I caught fire
Just stay with me
Lay with me
In your eyes
I lost my place
Could stay a while
and I'm melting
In your eyes
Like my first time
That I caught fire
Just stay with me lay with me
(Stay with me, lay with me)
In your eyes
Let's sleep till the sun burns out
I'm melting in your eyes (I'm melting in your eyes)
Let's sleep till the sun burns out
I'm melting in your eyes
song performed by by Used
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Behind These Hazel Eyes
Seems like just yesterday
You were a part of me
I used to stand so tall
I used to be so strong
Your arms around me tight
Everything, it felt so right
Unbreakable, like nothin' could go wrong
Now I can't breathe
No, I can't sleep
I'm barely hanging on
Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes
I told you everything
Opened up and let you in
You made me feel alright
For once in my life
Now all that's left of me
Is what I pretend to be
So together, but so broken up inside
'Cause I can't breathe
No, I can't sleep
I'm barely hangin' on
Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes
Swallow me then spit me out
For hating you, I blame myself
Seeing you it kills me now
No, I don't cry on the outside
Anymore...
Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes
Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes
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Liza May
LITTLE brown face full of smiles,
And a baby's guileless wiles,
Liza May, Liza May.
Eyes a-peeping thro' the fence
With an interest intense,
Liza May.
Ah, the gate is just ajar,
And the meadow is not far,
Liza May, Liza May.
And the road feels very sweet,
To your little toddling feet,
Liza May.
Ah, you roguish runaway,
What will toiling mother say,
Liza May, Liza May?
What care you who smile to greet
Everyone you chance to meet,
Liza May?
Soft the mill-race sings its song,
Just a little way along,
Liza May, Liza May.
But the song is full of guile,
Turn, ah turn, your steps the while,
Liza May.
You have caught the gleam and glow
Where the darkling waters flow,
Liza May, Liza May.
Flash of ripple, bend of bough,
Where are all the angels now?
Liza May.
Now a mother's eyes intense
Gazing o'er a shabby fence,
Liza May, Liza May.
Then a mother's anguished face
Peering all around the place,
Liza May.
Hear the agonizing call
For a mother's all in all,
Liza May, Liza May.
Hear a mother's maddened prayer
To the calm unanswering air,
Liza May.
What's become of — Liza May?
What has darkened all the day?
Liza May, Liza May.
Ask the waters dark and fleet,
If they know the smiling, sweet
Liza May.
Call her, call her as you will,
On the meadow, on the hill,
Liza May, Liza May.
Through the brush or beaten track
Echo only gives you back,
Liza May.
Ah, but you were loving — sweet,
On your little toddling feet,
Liza May, Liza May.
But through all the coming years,
Must a mother breathe with tears,
Liza May.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: LXXXVIII
THE SAME CONTINUED
There were two with thee in thine agony,
I and another. In that hour supreme
We stood beside thy cross and gazed at thee,
Waiting till death should wake thee from thy dream.
Thy hands held both our hands and clung to them
And drew them to each other. We could see
Thy dumb lips open as to either name
And thy eyes turn to our eyes wistfully.
O eloquent eyes! Ye were not closed in vain.
Still from the grave ye speak, ``Behold a son,
Behold a mother.'' From that rite of pain
We two went home together bone of bone
And flesh of flesh, distinguished among men,
Thy witnesses till death shall come again.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Splatters of Regained Hope
A rainbow fell down today
crashed into a million pieces
of rainbow light
and no one noticed.
There was Hope being
mugged quietly
but it was ok
because there was no scene;
so no one noticed
and that made it ok.
I am sure that all saw
Desperation Eyes
staring;
but you know
only so much of this can be taken;
after a while
it is not real
only a movie
on the TV screen.
Child Dreams
were checked out
of the Library
and marched
straight to the
Lost and Found
to Dream Orphanages.
Even the Black Crepe
we hang
cries.
So much there is to do
so much
to be done
to end the suffering:
might as well start at home.
I am committed this year
to Rain-Bow Repair.
I'll fix the Rainbow Pieces
making them into Stained Glass
and sell them everywhere
use the proceeds for
Hope victims who are wise
and can counsel others
to stay away from those
who mug our hopes
in alley-ways.
Desperate Eyes
can spot other
Desperate Eyes;
act as guides
back to Innocence.
I'll turn off the TV set
and go into my community
and deal with real people.
I know where the Orphanages are
and I know what to do.
I need to lighten up
my Black Crepe
maybe
with some Rainbow Colors:
Splatters of
Reclaimed Hope.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Special Lady
I know everybody likes to think they have the best mother,
but they're wrong
the best mother in the world is my mum,
I swear to you my mother is the best mother,
but why should you take my word for it, ask my sister or my brother,
When I was young and I was feeling helpless because I was sick,
She would come to the rescue with some soup and rub on some vicks,
I swear By Allah I love my Mother,
Shes the only one who would stick by me and never surrender,
When people said I couldn't, she said I could,
and when I got hurt, she would cry so much my living room would flood,
Masha'Allah I have the best mother,
And as long as I'm breathing I want to do everything in my power,
to make sure she never suffers,
because she did everything she could to see me smile and prosper,
even when she had a bloody hard day at work,
she would come in, smile and say 'What would you like to eat love? '
I love my mother, I never want to see another tear fall from her eyes,
And they say at her feet lies paradise,
so with my foolish ways, I'm sorry if I ever hurt her,
and I want to see her smile forever,
I can be annoying but I can never bug her,
that's why next time I see her I'm going to squeeze and hug her,
I love all mothers,
because like my mother is a mother to you,
your mother is a mother to me,
so this is the moral of the story,
I love my mother,
she is incomparable to anybody.
poem by Salleh Chowdhury
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Anothers eyes
In anothers eyes
I am innocent
I am pure and true
I am beauty and strength
I am hope
In anothers eyes
I am perfection
I can do no wrong
I have no flaws, no weakness
I am an angel
I like who I am
In anothers eyes
But in these eyes
I have sinned
I am ugly and I an weak
I am hopless
I am flawed
I am the demon of my own destruction
In his eyes
He holds everything I dream to be
He gives me strength and hope
I am beautiful
In his eyes
I love him because
he lets me see myself
In anothers eyes
I belong
In those eyes
I am his
In those eyes
poem by Tiffany Bustos
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