Too Good To Be True
He came into my life quite effortlessly...
Though t'was predicted ahead of time-
Arriving in a gilded horse drawn carriage...
A handsome devil gifted with words of rhyme;
He used his romantic sonnets to mesmerize...
I tell you he used every trick in the book...
A razzle-dazzle courtship soon followed...
Along with his most beguiling looks;
He trifled aimlessly with my heart...
And took me in by subtle degrees...
Wooing me with tantalizing heated lines...
That melted my hearts self-imposed freeze;
Oh child-I'll just tell you this-
The relationship couldn't have been more perfect-if planned...
He captured my brain and soul as well-
And then boldly asked me for my hand;
Now then i might have accepted his invite...
But a light bulb went off inside of my head...
The information came as a protective warning...
Remembering all that he had done and said;
And as soon as i sorted through it all...
All the woo-the caress-the bubble-the fizz...
A quote-it truly came into my minds eye...
'If it seems too good to be true it probably is! ;
poem by Theodora Onken
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Falling In Love...
Falling in love with you came so easy-
Surrendering to your arms it wasn't planned...
I just melted into you and your arms so true-
Walking with you-hand in hand;
You led me through your loving garden-
And picked for me a red-red Rose-
Sat me down amongst the Day Lilies-
And seduced me with your most delicate prose;
Oh- your words they were so heavenly...
That they captured my entire heart and mind-
Falling in love with you it came so easy-
Spending time in your arms most divine;
Falling in love with you it came so easy-
Surrendering to your arms it wasn't planned-
But i just melted into-your words so true-
That i walked with you-hand in hand;
We were oh so magical together...
Our two hearts-they melted into one-
Ours was a journey of true loves ecstacy-
Together-always when the day was done;
You were everything i ever needed...
Your charms and your charisma t'was so fair-
A Knight In White Satin you-indeed-were-
So regal-so cavalier-so debonair;
Falling in love with you it came so easy-
Surrendering to your arms it was not planned-
I just melted into you-and your words i thought were true?
And walked with you-hand in hand;
But the days began turning into continual night-
And your arms and charms disappeared into thin air-
Your words once true? Now turned me blue!
Thrown into reality-i realized that you no longer cared;
For what had been so wonderful-
For what had been a love so grand-
Has ended oh so abruptly-
That no longer do we walk hand in hand! ;
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From: My 'ALL IS ONE' Theme
May,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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A Horse-Drawn Carriage Ride
Oh what fun it is to see
A carriage drawn by a horse
Still after all these years
You can find them still, of course
For in special towns you can find
A horse drawn carriage to travel in
In New Orleans for instance, folks
So very beautiful with lots of trim
But can you imagine just how
Exciting they were in their day
Perhaps a roof and maybe not
Like riding atop a trailer with hay
So many wonderful styles there were
You can see in museums and such
Fancy some of them really are
With an old-fashioned classic touch
So if you get a chance to see or ride
On a horse drawn carriage some time
Jump at the chance ‘cause you know
It’s the most exciting day you’ll find!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Razzle Dazzle
(GillanGloverPaiceMorseAirey)
I don't have the time of day
I don't know what day I is
Someone's falling on my head
Get up:get up
We're going out on the raz
Razzle dazzle
Call it what you want
To me it don't matter
It's where I belong
It's a matter of distinction
A real fine line
Between an orgy of destruction
And a wonderful time
This room's so cold and bare
There's nothing here for me
I've got to find some heat somewhere
Get up:get up
We're going out on the raz
Razzle dazzle
Call it what you want
It really doesn't matter
When I'm bangin' on a gong
While someone's holding out
To a willing congregation
And we can all forget about
The state of the nation
Can't hear a thing
But I see your lips are moving
I'm working on my thinking
And I think it's improving
I'm going to get the blame
So I might as well deliver
If only I can swim across
This weird human river
I know I started out
With the best of intentions
Some blinding inspiration
And a few not-to-mention
And now I'm looking deep
Into the last dying embers
Shouting what are we doing here
And nobody remembers
I've lost a friend or two
I don't know where they have gone
Only one thing I can do
Get up:get up
I'm going out on the raz
Razzle dazzle
Call it what you want
To me it don't matter
It's where I belong
It's a matter of distinction
A real fine line
Between an orgy of destruction
And a wonderful time
song performed by by Deep Purple
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Gray
The loud, apt epithet, applying sure;
The dim-drawn image, artfully obscure;
The perfect stanza, framed of words as choice
And round as pearls, yet liquid to the voice;
A pith of phrase, and musical array
Of numbers;—these are the prime charms of Gray.
The naked majesty and open wonder
Of true sublimity heaped in lines of thunder;
That artless grace wherewith the olden time
Dandled the happy infancy of Rhyme;
That negligent melody which shames the trick
Of wire-drawn verse, and verse-drawn rhetoric:
These in our rich old Bards abound; but these
To Gray were literary heresies.
poem by Charles Harpur
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Courtship, harmless
Wooing and courtship
do not result in sex.
They confine to minds
and spare flesh.
It is the lure of lust that,
when chanced,
Indulges in adultery, with
no courtship.
Courtship is outdoor,
Detectable.
Sexual indulgence is indoor,
Who knows?
13.06.2000, Palakkad.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Can See It In Your Eyes
The first time I saw you
I felt weak inside
I search my heart and mind
For words I couldn't find.
Some how you seemed to see
What came over me that night
As a love began to grow
That would last for all time.
And you said, ''I can see it in your eyes
They're the windows to your soul
Sometimes they say more
Than words could ever hope.''
''We could wait a thousand lifetimes
Then never feel like this again
But when you look at me, that way
I can see it in your eyes.''
Later on I asked your hand
And I prayed the time was right
I knelt down on one knee
And said, ''Would you be my bride?''
Then the sound of silence
Filled the air as your tears fell
With mine, you didn't have to say
A word for me to realize.
And I said, ''I can see it in you eyes
They're the window to your soul.''
''I see dreams come alive
And future plans unfold.''
''I could wait a thousand lifetimes
Then not find a perfect love again.''
''When you look at me, that way
I can see it in your eyes.''
Many years have come and gone
And what a life we've made
Now again we search for words
As the heart inside me breaks
Until death do we part
Were the vows we made
And now the time has come
But goodbye's so hard to say.
But I can see it in your eyes
They're the windows to your soul
The light of life is burning but
Soon you're leaving me, I know
But time that's left is precious dear
So please don't shed another tear
You don't have to say a word
I can see it in your eyes.
I've heard you say a thousand times
I'll love you dear, until I die
But you don't have to say a word
I can see it in your eyes...
song performed by by Randy Travis
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Being A Poet
I find that I can compose a poem best,
When I am out walking, or am at rest.
When I am lying in my bed at night,
I think about what I am able to write.
Or when I’m out walking, or sat on a train,
Words and ideas, all rush round my brain.
Sometimes, ideas just appear in my head,
Or may be a result of something I’ve read.
At fellow passengers, on a train, I take a look;
Some chatter away, while others read a book.
But, me, I’m sat there, quietly composing verse;
With dozens of ideas, my creative mind bursts.
If I compose lines on my way into town,
I repeat them over, until I write them down;
If they are not written down straightaway,
Around my mind, other thoughts then play.
There are many things which inspire me to write,
Such as animals, the seasons, and the sky at night.
If I try to force ideas, they just do not flow;
The poem itself, I find, just will not grow.
I like to write on a layperson’s level;
In too much information, I do not revel.
Having chosen a decent subject or idea,
I then need to get my brain in to gear.
Of a subject, I like to consider all of the aspects,
But I keep my writing simple; not too complex.
To make a poem rhyme, words I may change,
But I only use words that are within my range.
In using unfamiliar words, I can see no point;
A nice poem, tricky words, can really disjoint.
Words, within my head, I keep batting around,
Until the perfect combination, is finally found.
With poetry, I really love the creative process,
But over time, I’ve become slightly obsessed.
Sometimes I find myself talking in rhyme;
That I am a poet, this must be a sure sign.
Of my finished poems, I often feel proud;
One day, I’ll be brave and read them aloud.
Into my swirling head, ideas continue to pop;
I love writing poetry and never want to stop!
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Handsome Devil
All the streets are crammed with things
Eager to be held
I know what hands are for
And i'd like to help myself
You ask me the time
But i sense something more
And i would like to give
What i think you're asking for
You handsome devil
Oh, you handsome devil
Let me get my hands
On your mammary glands
And let me get your head
On the conjugal bed
I say, i say, i say
I crack the whip
And you skip
But you deserve it
You deserve it, deserve it, deserve it
A boy in the bush
Is worth two in the hand
I think i can help you get through your exams
Oh, you handsome devil
Oh, let me get my hands
On your mammary glands
And let me get your head
On the conjugal bed
I say, i say, i say
I crack the whip
And you skip
But you deserve it
You deserve it, deserve it, deserve it
And when we're in your scholarly room
Who will swallow whom ?
When we're in your scholarly room
Who will swallow whom ?
You handsome devil
Oh, let me get my hands
On your mammary glands
And let me get your head
On the conjugal bed
I say, i say, i say
There's more to life than books, you know
But not much more
Oh, there's more to life than books, you know
But not much more, not much more
Oh, you handsome devil
Oh, you handsome devil
Ow !
song performed by by Smiths
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Inside The Puppet Head
As your body floats down third street
With the burn-smell factory closing up
Yes its sad to say you will romanticize
All the things youve known before
It was not not not so great
It was not not not so great
And as you take a bath in that beaten path
Theres a pounding at the door
Well its a mighty zombie talking of some love and posterity
He says the good old days never say good-bye
If you keep this in your mind:
You need some lo-lo-loving arms
You need some lo-lo-loving arms
And as you fall from grace the only words you say are
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Ads up in the subway are the work of someone
Trying to please their boss
And though the guys a pig we all know what he wants
Is just to please somebody else
If the pu-pu-puppet head
Was only bu-bu-busted in
It would be a better thing for everyone involved
And we wouldnt have to cry
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Memo to myself: do the dumb things I gotta do
Touch the puppet head
Quit my job down at the carwash
Didnt have to write no-one a good-bye note
That said, the checks in the mail, and
Ill see you in church, and dont you ever change
If the pu-pu-puppet head
Was only bu-bu-busted in
Ill see you after school
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside the puppet head
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Put Your Hand Inside The Puppet Head
As your body floats down third street
With the burn-smell factory closing up
Yes its sad to say you will romanticize
All the things youve known before
It was not not not so great
It was not not not so great
And as you take a bath in that beaten path
Theres a pounding at the door
Well its a mighty zombie talking of some love and posterity
He says the good old days never say good-bye
If you keep this in your mind:
You need some lo-lo-loving arms
You need some lo-lo-loving arms
And as you fall from grace the only words you say are
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Ads up in the subway are the work of someone
Trying to please their boss
And though the guys a pig we all know what he wants
Is just to please somebody else
If the pu-pu-puppet head
Was only bu-bu-busted in
It would be a better thing for everyone involved
And we wouldnt have to cry
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Memo to myself: do the dumb things I gotta do
Touch the puppet head
Quit my job down at the carwash
Didnt have to write no-one a good-bye note
That said, the checks in the mail, and
Ill see you in church, and dont you ever change
If the pu-pu-puppet head
Was only bu-bu-busted in
Ill see you after school
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside the puppet head
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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She Sang the Songs...
She sang the songs... he wrote the words;
sweet words of love, in perfect time
to her style... soft words of love;
the lyrics to her Country songs
of love and heartbreak, hope and sadness;
life spread out in flawless rhyme,
but they were really hopes, and dreams
of his...
he knew this, all along.
She wrote songs as well; and, when he read them...
his heart missed a beat;
Beneath the stave, below the notes...
her lyrics, in her childlike hand;
soft words of love, he longed to hear
her say to him...
all whispered, sweet;
now, here they were, before his eyes...
but, accident...
or gently planned?
Were they whispers of her heart...
or just composed from out her head?
he had no way of knowing,
but... in either case, her words were sweet;
a silky glide across the page...
a wistful ballad... hearts that bled;
he sadly smiled, yes... his heart bled as well,
but,
to a different beat.
She sang the songs... he wrote the words,
words from his heart... soft, yet intense;
Perhaps, one day, she'd see
they were for her...
and, not her audience.
poem by Dream Weaver
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Cranky
Maybe it is the weather
That makes you grow crankier
Or better yet the hormone
That lets you give an acidic tone.
I do not care if you review,
Please be kind in all you do.
Today maybe your very last,
For life is over, oh so fast.
We all have joy to try and write,
And all you here we do invite.
No one's perfect so be true -
If you're not happy, say 'Adieu! '
Kindness is the best to give
Adds sunshine to this life we live.
We may not have a lot of money,
That's better than to be so cranky.
You'll end up with a lot of lines,
And with your words, please be refined.
For it reflects the heart inside,
Those sour grapes are hard to hide.
'The good man brings good things out of the good stored up in him...'
MATTHEW 12: 35a
July 10,2008
Cynthia BuhainBaello
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Neutralities of Love
You're a book-smart devil
Forever Manipulating
Every time I quit
You are again tantalizing
To forgive and forget
My mind is now left torn apart
About everyday
Sorrows now kept from the world
What now am I to do?
Once romantic to friend anew
How can I stare at you
When my desires can't come true
This last stanza I write
Will keep me thinking of you all night
Such opportunities, I've had
At least a friend, I'm glad
poem by Michael Matsuda
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Mars Meets Venus
Thirty something, graduate, green eyes, perfect christian lady
Candlelit dinner, slim female figure, sense of humor, extrovert
Where are you where are you where are you
Lets starts as friends, seeking soulmate, long time relationship
choose life, soul sister, hippy chick, for soul brother blues man
Genuine american frog seeks princess
Someone is perfect for you, when mars meets venus
Do you want to bet your life, they're gotta be perfect for you too
Mars meets venus
New age man shake me up, wild girl, gay guy, romantic gentleman
Indian, long time relationship, beauty with brains
seeking something, say are you the one, are you the one, are you the one
Someone is perfect for you, when mars meets venus
Do you want to bet your life, they are gonna be perfect for you too
Someone is perfect for you when mars meets venus
Do you want to bet your life, you've gotta be perfect for them too
Heres lookin at you
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Perfect Drug (Aphrodite Remix)
the perfect drug
i got my head but my head is unravelling
cant keep control can't keep track of where it's travelling
i got my heart but my heart's no good
you're the only one that's understood
i come along but i dont know where you're taking me
i shouldn't go but you're wrenching dragging shaking me
turn off the sun pull the stars from the sky
the more i give to you the more i die
and i want you
you are the perfect drug
the perfect drug
the perfect drug
the perfect drug
you make me hard when i'm all soft inside
i see the truth when i'm all stupid-eyed
the arrow goes straight through my heart
without you everything just falls apart
my blood just wants to say hello to you
my fears want to get inside of you
my soul is so afraid to realize
how very little good is left of me
and i want you
you are the perfect drug
the perfect drug
the perfect drug
the perfect drug
take me with you
without you everything just falls apart
it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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Gypsy Woman
Gypsy Woman
Madam Bushka she called herself
As she pulled a book from the shelf
Look into the crystal ball
It will reveal it all
Let me read the lines in your hand
Look on and I’ll tell you a story young man
Sit, sit this won’t take long
Words to my ears like a love song
Look here and you will see
Your past, present, and your future history
Look into my eyes I was told
She saw I was hurting, bitter, and cold
Hatred, contempt she saw in my heart
These ill feelings shall tear you apart
Live and let die she said to me
Better things are ahead you’ll see
I see money more than you could spend
I see cars, boats, around the bend
I see you on a horse on twenty acres of land
Only if you put more money in my hand
All these things shall come to pass
But nothing from nothing can ever last
Sensual words flew from her lips
When she said these things are at my finger tips
I couldn’t believe my ears nor eyes
All she said must be lies
No my son she said to me
Just believe and you shall see
Only one thing I ask of you
Give unto me what is due
I sat for awhile and I wondered
What could she want my first child I pondered
Then she took a sip of red wine
And said no just what is rightfully mine
Listen my son and listen well
Pay now or dam your soul to hell
My pockets ran dry and I ran a cold sweat
A dreadful night if I could only forget
How could I lose everything I had
Wishful thinking from a young lad
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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My Twenty Lines
I just read this poem about using just twenty lines,
and it brought these words to my mind.
Who are they to tell us how many lines we should use to speak?
This is America where we have a law known as freedom of speech.
Just twenty lines tell you something about my life in words.
To me that seem completely absurd.
My life is much more than just twenty lines.
Hell I am thirty nine.
And if they except me to sum up thirty nine years in twenty lines
They are complete outside their minds.
How am I suppose to tell you how I nearly died when I was child?
Or how my mother harsh words took away my smile:
In just twenty lines?
Like I said they must be out of their minds.
I guest I can do if I shorten my life.
I don't have to talk about how much I love my future wife.
But her love is the inspiration for a lot of my poems.
So to not talk about her would be wrong.
I have a lot more to say but I'm out of time.
I reach my limit of my twenty lines.
Brave New World
Written by tommy shaw, james young
Lead vocals by tommy shaw
The lines are drawn in the sand across the caress of time
The lines are drawn in the sand across the caress of time
Theres a face in the glass
Looking through the mirror
At the maze of my past
It was never clearer
On the distant horizon
The sun approaches
Better cover my eyes
Better hide the roaches
In the best of my time
There was something better
And the quest of my mind
Was to try and get her
Something simple and pure
As the thoughts in my head
Not the tears in the rain
Over me she shed
We were almost there
Still I was unaware
Here in the brave new worlds embrace
I watch the parade begin
Searching for one familiar face
And I wonder where I fit in
How will I know if theres a place
For me in the brave new world
To be calm in the eye
Of the human storm
In house full of dreams
I am safe and warm
Looking back at a life
Filled with warm embraces
No regrets only memories
Of smiling faces
We were almost there
Now change is in the air
Until now I held the zone
I ruled the world
I called it home
I never saw the down side
See the now see the zen
There is no division
Through the eyes of a child
There is perfect vision
And the best of our lives
Resonate the hills
And the suns gonna shine
And you know that I will...
song performed by by Styx
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Lost Soul To An Angel....
I am a devil who
lost his soul to an angel
Pretty face with pretty eyes
Devil I am, all dark inside
Saw you once or maybe twice
Lost my ways and I cannot hide
whenever you look at me,
I lose my mind
I am a devil who
lost his soul to an angel
I am a rebel who
lost his cause to a lover
You saved me from myself
you promised me salvation
through your Love
I promise, I will not leave you to
someone else
Now I wait for your invite
to be on your side,
under bright light,
where you might,
take me inside,
inside your church of love
give me a another chance
(so) I can prove
that..
I am a devil who
lost his soul to an angel
I am a rebel who
lost his cause to a lover
I am a devil who
lost his soul to an angel
I am a devil who
lost his soul to an angel
poem by Khalid Hameed
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Thanks For The Information
Thanks for the information
Never give a sucker an even break
When hes breaking through
To a new level of consciousness
There always seems to be more
Obstacles in the way
Thanks for the information I know
Its only a combat zone
Thanks for the memory,
Ill just have
To carry on on my own
Chorus:
And its wonderful and its marvelous
How we can ever make it through
Sometimes I wonder how we can ever
Make it from day to day
Thanks for the information
What you gain on the hobby horse you lose on the swing
I like mine over easy
And you can have yours sunny side up
I dont wanna quibble over insignificant details
And Ive tried every trick in the book
Thanks for the information
I know I should look before I leap
Chorus:
And its wonderful and its marvelous
How we can ever make it through
Sometimes I wonder how
We can ever make it at all
Thanks for the information
Never give a sucker an even break
And with her everything light becomes heavy
And everything heavy becomes light
They took me down to the watering hole
Because I happened to mention I was dying of thirst
Then they told me he who believes first will be later
And he who believes later will be first
Chorus:
And its wonderful etc etc....
Thanks for the information
Oh never give a sucker an even break
When youre on to something its a
Dime in a dozen people start
Coming out of the woodwork
Thanks for the invitation
I know I must be on to something big
Everytime I take two steps forward
I end up having to take three back
Chorus:
And its wonderful etc etc....
Thanks for the information
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush
Every time Im ready for a major breakthrough
I always have to think in terms of better of worse
Thanks for the information
Thanks for the memory
song performed by by Van Morrison
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