Nika
The laughter rippling 'cross her lips
Brings sweetness as the honey drips...
Her crystal eyes are flashing blue -
They beckon with a misty hue...
Her golden strands of golden hair
Are waving gaily in the air...
The music plays, her swirling dance
Entangles in a mystic trance...
poem by Terry O'Leary
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Laughter
Laughter
Mole-like token let it be bestowed on you
Laughter
Bell-like liquid an outpour light and blue
Laughter
The joyful cords in music born blessed throats
Laughter
The happy rowing in plenitude golden boats
Laughter
Running wild shaking bellies to dance
Laughter
Sweet disease swell infective trance
Laughter
The tongue tip peeping to mock the hands of time
Laughter
The gift of he’s she’s of you’re we’re or I’m
Laughter
The blissful eyes when joyful tears go down
Laughter
The king or queen carrying the highest crown
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poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Death Fugue
Black milk of daybreak we drink it at sundown
we drink it at noon in the morning we drink it at night
we drink it and drink it
we dig a grave in the breezes there one lies unconfined
A man lives in the house he plays with the serpents
he writes
he writes when dusk falls to Germany your golden
hair Margarete
he writes it ans steps out of doors and the stars are
flashing he whistles his pack out
he whistles his Jews out in earth has them dig for a
grave
he commands us strike up for the dance
Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you in the morning at noon we drink you at
sundown
we drink and we drink you
A man lives in the house he plays with the serpents
he writes
he writes when dusk falls to Germany your golden hair
Margarete
your ashen hair Sulamith we dig a grave in the breezes
there one lies unconfined
He calls out jab deeper into the earth you lot you
others sing now and play
he grabs at teh iron in his belt he waves it his
eyes are blue
jab deper you lot with your spades you others play
on for the dance
Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you at at noon in the morning we drink you
at sundown
we drink and we drink you
a man lives in the house your golden hair Margarete
your ashen hair Sulamith he plays with the serpents
He calls out more sweetly play death death is a master
from Germany
he calls out more darkly now stroke your strings then
as smoke you will rise into air
then a grave you will have in the clouds there one
lies unconfined
Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you at noon death is a master from Germany
we drink you at sundown and in the morning we drink
and we drink you
death is a master from Germany his eyes are blue
he strikes you with leaden bullets his aim is true
a man lives in the house your golden hair Margarete
he sets his pack on to us he grants us a grave in
the air
He plays with the serpents and daydreams death is
a master from Germany
your golden hair Margarete
your ashen hair Shulamith
Translated by Michael Hamburger
poem by Paul Celan
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One Rainy Wish
Golden rose, the color of the dream I had
Not too long ago
A misty blue and the lillac too
A never to grow old.
A there you were under the tree of song
Sleeping so peacefully
In your hand a flower played
A waiting there for me.
I have never
Laid eyes on you
Not before
This timeless day
But you woke and whoa
Smiled my name
And you stole
My heart away
A stole my heart away little girl, yeah
All right !
Golden rose, the color of the dream I had
Not too long ago
Misty blue and lillac too
A never to grow old.
Golden rose, the color of the dream I had
Misty blue and lillac too
Golden rose, the color of the dream I had
Misty blue and lillac too
Gold and rose, gold are rose, gold and rose.
Its only a dream
Id love to tell somebody about this dream
The sky was filled with a thousand stars
While the sun kissed the mountains blue
And eleven moons played across rainbows
Above me and you.
Gold and rose the color of the velvet walls surround us.
song performed by by Jimi Hendrix
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Fugue of Death
Black milk of daybreak we drink it at nightfall
we drink it at noon in the morning we drink it at night
we drink it and drink it
we are digging a grave in the sky it is ample to lie there
A man in the house he plays with the serpents he writes
he writes when the night falls to Germany your golden
hair Margarete
he writes it and walks from the house the stars glitter he
whistles his dogs up
he whistles his Jews out and orders a grave to be dug in
the earth
he commands us strike up for the dance
Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you in the morning at noon we drink you at
nightfall
drink you and drink you
A man in the house he plays with the serpents he writes
he writes when the night falls to Germany your golden
hair Margarete
Your ashen hair Shulamith we are digging a grave in the
sky it is
ample to lie there
He shouts stab deeper in earth you there and you others
you sing and you play
he grabs at the iron in his belt and swings it and blue are
his eyes
stab deeper your spades you there and you others play on
for the dancing
Black milk of daybreak we drink you at nightfall
we drink you at noon in the mornings we drink you at
nightfall
drink you and drink you
a man in the house your golden hair Margarete
your ashen hair Shulamith he plays with the serpents
He shouts play sweeter death's music death comes as a
master from Germany
he shouts stroke darker the strings and as smoke you
shall climb to the sky
then you'll have a grave in the clouds it is ample to lie
there
Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you at noon death comes as a master from
Germany
we drink you at nightfall and morning we drink you and
drink you
a master from Germany death comes with eyes that are
blue
with a bullet of lead he will hit in the mark he will hit
you
a man in the house your golden hair Margarete
he hunts us down with his dogs in the sky he gives us a
grave
he plays with the serpents and dreams death comes as a
master from Germany
your golden hair Margarete
your ashen hair Shulamith.
poem by Paul Celan
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Green Gold
Golden Hair shines in Golden light
Momentarily friends strangers in the night
Green eyes behold a waving green sea
As is asking, who will come for me
Beginnings
I found you
Right before
My very eyes
And i wasn't looking;
Like a bolt out of
The blue
Lagoon reflecting
Through still waters
That run deep
Like baby blue skies selecting
Are your magnetic eyes
That have frozen
Me into a misty blue velvet trance
A spellbound glance
Enticed by you
Out of the blue
Borne to be ever true
Me and you and our misty blue romance
Straight from: The***Attic Of My Heart
June 7,2009
poem by Theodora Onken
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Lè Waltz.
Music plays, i take your hand.
I have waited so long to have this dance.
Chopin, Mozart, Bach would understand,
the beauty of a note from a single strand.
Your hair dances gaily, beautiful as every star.
No one can forget our movement, our dance.
Tap, tap, tip, tap, your feet my cinderella.
La, la, la di da-the epilogue to my memior.
poem by Peya Jakob
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The Elegy
The girlfriend juggling with green flowers
Plays in moony gardens -
O! what glows behind yew hedges!
Golden mouth which stirs my lips,
And they ring out like the stars
Over the brook Kidron.
But the star-nebulas sink over the plain,
Dance wildly and unspeakably.
O! my girlfriend your lips
Pomegranate lips
Ripen on my crystalline mouth of shells.
Heavily the golden silence
Of the plain rests on us.
The blood of the children
Murdered by Herod
Steams to heaven.
poem by Georg Trakl
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Trumpet Player
The Negro
With the trumpet at his lips
Has dark moons of weariness
Beneath his eyes
where the smoldering memory
of slave ships
Blazed to the crack of whips
about thighs
The negro
with the trumpet at his lips
has a head of vibrant hair
tamed down,
patent-leathered now
until it gleams
like jet-
were jet a crown
the music
from the trumpet at his lips
is honey
mixed with liquid fire
the rhythm
from the trumpet at his lips
is ecstasy
distilled from old desire-
Desire
that is longing for the moon
where the moonlight's but a spotlight
in his eyes,
desire
that is longing for the sea
where the sea's a bar-glass
sucker size
The Negro
with the trumpet at his lips
whose jacket
Has a fine one-button roll,
does not know
upon what riff the music slips
It's hypodermic needle
to his soul
but softly
as the tune comes from his throat
trouble
mellows to a golden note
poem by Langston Hughes
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Aqua Daughter
Drips of time are slowly dripping
An hourglass of mystic water
A tension in the droplets, quite so gripping
A serenade of tune
Came from the Mystic Aqua Daughter
Floating in the swaying blue
A laugh of surreal serenity
Vanished into submerged subdue
Into mystic blue infinity
An underwater wasteland
of sights so pleasantly disturbing
and the Aqua Daughter
swiftly into the misty blue, is blurring
Gliding through the dark blue shadow
Unknown dangers dwell beyond
But seldom is the Aqua Daughter
Intimidated and eager to respond
The brightness of a radiant lagoon is seen
The fiery radiance of the sunshine shore
And the Aqua Daughter dashes from under
Blasting through the silky blue
Tiny crystals of sun-filled colors, gracefully galore
Her silver hair with grace had swished
And her emerald eyes had brightened
As a surf of water, upon the shore unleashed,
her reverent beauty, deliriously sanctioned
awe and wonder of her presence
She swayed upon the sun-filled water
In the brightness of the day
And the pale, pink skin of the Aqua Daughter
Glistened and the sun reflected, as she lay
A crimson charm upon her breast
It sparkled upon the beaming sky
With such a treasure she was blessed
A token of the heavens, beyond her heart, so high
She sang in hypnotic trance
A serenade of pure seduction
Her voice was as soft as cotton
To hear it once, was an addiction
A sound of pure serenity, not soon forgotten
A smile of delighted pleasure
As the waves hit of her feet
She lay there on the blue in leisure
As the sun shone in deceit
For it would soon be setting
and the waters shall turn murk
A place not suited for the Aqua Daughter
The misty gales will soon prevail,
and peaceful waves shall go berserk
The Aqua Daughter dives again
Into the blackness of the deeps
Through the blue-black shadows
Her timeless waters, again she seeks
Her emerald eyes now shine in the darkness
Her crimson charm, bound to her breast
But a sad reef upon the water depth
Strikes the maiden in the darkness
And rips the charm off, of her chest
Unnoticed it floats toward the blackness
It shall reside there, forever more
It's Loss, shall cause the Aqua Daughter
A frenzy of despair and madness
She now sways in her timeless waters
Regret is weighing down her soul
Sadness shall not overcome the Aqua Daughter
For the sun will shine again,
In the lagoon she shall lie again
In the radiance of the sky
In that lagoon under the misty glen
where her heart goes up so high
Floating in the swaying blue
A laugh of surreal serenity
Lying in the submerged subdue
In the mystic blue infinity
Drips of time are slowly dripping
A cove of mystic water
Smiling as the waves stroked her presence, never sleeping
A serenade of tune
Came from the Mystic Aqua Daughter
poem by Kris Oberckal
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Golden Kiss
await your roses in my dreams
Carriages of the troubadour well
Castles in fauve visions of Keats
Every cryptic flower sings of you
Now the world is extravagant grace
Elegant tendrils of spring’s rapture
Colors of the gardens divine wisdom
Love plants vines of mystic wine
Poetry as soft as summer flutes
My darling your eyes are like a forest
Night brings lips of serene moonlight
Joy shines over the sea of harmony
Adagios of romance like mystic begonias
Stars swirl and we are the dance of wind
Cupid has sent his sweet nightingales
Fountains of your heart pour into bliss
I am awakened by a golden kiss
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Fairies Day
Before the sun began to rise, a miracle appears
Flying through the moonlit sky making her premier
On a misty blue dragonfly she swirls through the air
Stars shining in her eyes moonbeams in her hair
The fairy queen is Stelli she rings the morning bell
Letting all her subjects know time to weave their spell
From leafs of green, flowers of pink, and vines with purple hue
They stretch, yawn and with a smile make their day’s debut
Their bathtub is a buttercup filled with morning dew
Breakfast is the nectar from a flower of brilliant blue
Fairy wings on the wind spread mischief everywhere
They dip and fly through the sky as music fills the air
Queen wears vibrant colors they sparkle, shine and dance
If you look in her eyes, you will fall into her trance
Her hair is ever changing streaks of black or blond
Lightly she touches down making ripples in the pond
poem by T.James Becker
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And you still do not care
Your golden eyes,
Your golden hair,
Your golden voice
I always hear.
I say these words
With such a fear
And you, my dear,
You still don't care.
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Purple Dress
Emerald hope in the misty hills
The sea rescues meaning like a dream
Let the tides roll with wild poetry
You are an old kiln of love
Emerson brings words of golden stone
Granite ghosts in the winds
Poets ridge like a candle of eyes
Time brings grand shadows of Concord
Longfellow haunts the sun
Boston regal as a Irish maiden
First fruits grow like summer wheat
Amber December
Litany with quiet satin
Laughter in the third person
Stars appear
Moonlight sings
Vapor vows glow
Red and blue make purple
Your purple dress of sage desire
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Dance... If You Dare
Shall we dance, In a trance, Lost to the beat, So complete, It rolls through your head, Nothing need be said,
Just dance away, Just dance away, Dance away the whole damn day,
Let the music guide, Crush your pride, Shake those hips, Feel those lips, Don't give a care, Dance... If You Dare
Just dance away, Just dance away, Dance away the whole damn day,
poem by Kieran J1996
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Let Me
(words & music by vera matson - elvis presley)
Whenever I dance with the girl I love
My head goes round and round
When shes close to me
I cant stay on the ground
Whenever I dance with the girl I love
I never have a care
All night Im so light
I walk right on the air
Oh let me, oh honey let me
Let me do what you know I love to do
Please take another chance and let me
Let me have another dance with you
Whenever I feel those pretty arms
Reaching round about
That feeling goes to my toes
And all the lights go out, go out, go out
Whenever I see those eyes of blue
Smiling up so shy
Im in such a spin I take right off and fly
So let me, oh honey let me
Let me do what you know I love to do
Please take another chance and let me
Let me have another dance with you
So let me dance in the arms I love
Thrill me through and through
Im so drunk with love
That all I see is you
I never hear the music play
I never see the crowd
Only you and me
Dancing on a cloud
Oh let me, oh honey let me
Let me do what you know I love to do
Please take another chance and let me
Let me have, another dance, with you
song performed by by Elvis Presley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Lost In A Trance
Breathing sweetness
of air
With a sigh and
a smile
An early mornings
embrace
With warm golden
sunshine
Pink carnation clouds
float
Across a breathtakingly
blue sky
Lost in a magic fairy sprinkles
trance
With only thoughts of you
signed Sunprincess
poem by Rachel Nichols
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Ut
[Dedicated to Allan Bennett]
I
Hail to the golden One
Seen in the midmost Sun !
Hail to the golden beard and golden lips,
His whole lige golden to the finger-tips !
Hail to the golden hair in golden showers
Hiding the eyes like blue blue lotus-flowers !
His name is Ut, for He
Hath risen above all things that be.
II
Ardent and white, the Lord
Whirls forth a strident sword.
Its blade is broader than the great World-Ash ;
Its edge is keener than the lightning flash.
Brighter than all the lights of heaven, it whirls
Out in a chaos of creative curls
And sheathes itself in Me,
Arisen above all things that be.
III
Even as the burning tongue
Og God to God that clung
Dissolved his being to a nameless naught,
Brake all the wings and waves of time and thought,
So in the quivering flame that hurled
Its founts of life to the remotest world
Supreme stood Death, and sware
Destruction to all things that were !
IV
Child, father, warrior,
I worshipped thee before ;
Friend, bridegroom, now I yield me to the rod.
My God, and very God of very God
As breath, as death, as all, as naught, unknown,
Known, is there not an end, when one alone
Stand I, and thou, and He
Arisen above all things that be?
poem by Aleister Crowley
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Golden Blue
Moonlight shimmering,
Glass of reflection
Lies reflecting on the pane,
Into our very eyes.
Her blue eyes shining with the pain of one thousand years,
Her golden hair ragged, from years of ware.
Mirrors reflect the image of our world.
Windows see through our blank expressions.
If that Golden Blue can't find you,
Wrench your heart,
The tears of suffering and torture,
The blue eyes of a cracked life,
Of loss, suffering, and depression,
A life that is lost.
If you can blankly stare at the face of death,
And feel no emotion,
If you can watch pain and laugh,
and still, feel no emotion.
You are anything but human. A person.. not worthy of a title.
A world's dying gasp, a human's pulse gone.
Mass murder, Genocide, is there nothing we can't do?
Just to please ourselves, and find love through hate.
Eyes of blue, shimmering with a thousand years of pain,
Golden hair faded from ware,
Star of David, hanging from her sunburned neck,
Dangling there, as a sign of:
Dignity, Bravery, Hope, and Severity.
What sign, is there better, to represent young Golden Blue?
~ Holocaust Remembrance Week~
My Father’s Son
Once
when I was still a baby boy
obsessed, thrilled with dark night sky
father said, shut your eyes tightly
then sailed I into dark night sky
dreaming of my arms
dipping in deep, dark-blue velvety
palpating golden sheen of the golden full moon
snatching twinkling stars.
But
i fell like lead
just before hard ground
to my father’s arms- veinated, calloused
his chirped nails safely grabbed
then
i opened my eyes
stretching my empty arms, pink nails
for a earnest glimpse of
a dip of deep, dark-blue velvety
golden sheen of the golden full moon
snatched twinkling stars.
and I felt sad.
Then-
father buried his head on my nape
his grizzly beard tickling my face
making little ‘blurp’ ‘blurp’ sounds
my shrill laughter
accosting his deep throaty laughter
echoing my disappointment into dark night sky
before sailing me into dark night sky
back to his rough-gentle arms
again
again
and again
to dip in deep, dark-blue velvety
palpate golden sheen of the golden full moon
snatching twinkling stars.
“Drink all Ma’s omena* soup
to be taller, reach the dark night sky”
father said, following my gaze
into the dark night sky
static radio bleating reggae
golden full moon bathing us in golden sheen
just me and my father
sleeping in his rough-gentle arms
dreaming of my arms
dipping in deep, dark-blue velvety
palpating golden sheen of the golden full moon
snatching twinkling stars
poem by Manuel Odeny
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