Ms.Emily's Song
She n'er laiughed at much
I've heard
While her smile filled the air
Giggling only at the Butterfly and Bird
And for the Bee a heartfelt prayer
She n'er romanced in her life
I've been told
The Amherst moon divulged the news
Her soul wrapped 'round the yellow gold
The Galaxy 'twas her Muse
The 'Northern Lights' they beckoned
Her away from sod and the Bee
And took her heart in tender grasp
And filled it: 'with promise of eternity'
Dedicated to my favorite poet:
Miss Emily Dickinson
Born: Amherst Mass
December 10,1830
Died May 15,1886
Also Dedicated To:
David J. Peretti
Washington State Patrol
My first love
poem by Theodora Onken
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~ Ms.Emily's Gift's~
The night n'er knew her face-
She would retire afore the sun set-
In the early twiglight hours-
Wrapped herself tightly in velvet coverlet-
Beauty sleep was her aim-
A resting of her most beautiful soul-
And a deep withdrawl from-
The Ebon's sometimes too cold-
She had not one mean thought-
Her character honest and true-
A vision with her beloved God-
'Twas all that she ever knew-
Daylight hours she embraced-
The Butterfly and Bee-
Caressed- she- the garden Lillies-
Natures keeping 'twas her ability-
She ne'r knew a person-
That she did not revere-
An honor bestowed upon each one-
Always in her heart held near-
Amherst-it was truly blessed-
Though at the time so unaware-
That they had such a gifted poet-
Living and loving the sod-right there!
In Honor of: Emily Dickinson
poem by Theodora Onken
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February 14-Your Birthday
The whisper of your name crossed the night
In a gentle breeze a reminder became mine-
O'er this star spangled galaxy of midnight
Long past decades O' time;
A spiritual union of love we were
So long in your arms O' gentle caress
Magical-mystical first love divine-
The Northern Lights claims you as best;
Golden in extent and all reason
From era's of love over spent
Comes this gentle whisper O' your name once again
Filled with desires O' longings intent;
You were my first love 'tis true
And beloved, you never really knew
Today, i am just a simple dreamer
With overwhelming memories O' you;
So far away-nestled in the Evergreen
Steeped in a Greek refined domain-
'Tis upon your roads of paved love O' forever
I am blessed in sweet loves-eternal flame;
Dedicated To My First Love: D. J. P.
Olympia, Washington
His birthday is February 14!
A Graduate Of Cleveland HighSchool
Seattle, Washington
Now living in the state capital of Washington
By, Theodora Onken
December 22,2011
poem by Theodora Onken
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Beloved
An ancient river carries your name-
In silver caverns so deep-
A Princess sits crying her heart out-
In the depths of sorrow, she continues to weep.
Calling her name only echos return-
Bleeding hearts are broken into-
Shallow niche's under a rippling spring-
Under paisley skies of colbalt blue.
Come calling my sweetness-
Into the nation of butterfly and bee-
Come calling my beloved-
Come caling, come calling to me.
Aristocrats of ancient lore-
Come knocking-
Come knocking -
Come knocking upon your door...
Gifted in inspiration-
Pictures coloured in your head-
Sweet Princess Divine-
Come and love me instead.
Praise be to you my darling-
As your name in the river still flows-
Bordered now by fields of wild daisy-
Allow, my beloved, our sweet love to grow...
April 14,2009
Dedicated to: Emily Dickinson (Amherst, Mass)
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Emily's Garden
The Red Tulips are so captivating--
And the Dandelions just seem to roar---
Astonishing Mother Earth-who'd just given birth--
To the Daffodils only just moments before;
The Yellow colour is so delightful--
That it all but drowns out the Buttercups hue--
Blazing like no other in the Garden----
They are what give this Garden its majestic view;
Let us not forget the Crocus standing proud---
Nor the Violet or Lilac in the Garden Glen---
A Purple Haze can be sooo insightful---
Most especially with the Lavender 'round the bend;
Oh sooo many colours complete it--
This Garden of the World-upon Gods Green Earth--
That i simply must take time to express it---
To say: 'Thank you' for all the flowers most glorious birth! ;
'She slept beneath a tree--
Remembered by me
I touched her cradle mute-
She recognized the foot--
Put on her carmine suit
And see'
Emily Dickinson
1830-1886
This is a dedication to: The exibition in New York
'Emily Dickinson's Garden: The Poetry Of Flowers
At The New York Botantical Gardens in the Bronx Borough
Of New York. It is opening a garden inspired by 19th century poet Emily Dickinson. The exibition runs through June 13,2010.
poem by Theodora Onken
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On a Theme by Frost
Amherst never had a witch
O Coos or of Grafton
But once upon a time
There were three old women.
One wore a small beard
And carried a big umbrella.
One stood in the middle
Of the road hailing cars.
One drove an old cart
All over the town collecting junk.
They were not weird sisters,
No relation to one another.
A duly accredited witch I
Never heard Amherst ever had
But as I say there
Were these three old women.
One was prone to appear
At the door (not mine!):
"I've got my nightgown on,
I can stay all night."
One went to a party
At the president's house once
Locked herself in the bathroom
And gave herself a bath.
One had taught Latin, having
Learned it at Mount Holyoke.
Of course Amherst may have
Had witches I never knew.
poem by Robert Francis
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Dark Angel, My Angel
(Humbly dedicated to my only angel, my cricket angel, my dark angel)
As I woke up from dreaming
I quickly stood up scared and crying
Suddenly, I heard a whisper inviting
T’was a strange voice I was seeking
I looked around my dark lonely room
I find nothing and still all alone
Night was about to end that dawn
Hopeless, Yes! That’s my home
Sun started to rise in the morning
Someone touched me with an invisible wing
Wrapped with his arms around my being
He was an angel, I was waiting!
Dark angel, my angel - you are amazing
Faith and love are just same things
For an angel like you, I received these blessings
I LOVE YOU my angel, you filled my soul with meaning
always,
(your butterfly angel)
poem by Tough Angel fly purple butterfly fly
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If I could bribe them by a Rose
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If I could bribe them by a Rose
I'd bring them every flower that grows
From Amherst to Cashmere!
I would not stop for night, or storm—
Or frost, or death, or anyone—
My business were so dear!
If they would linger for a Bird
My Tambourin were soonest heard
Among the April Woods!
Unwearied, all the summer long,
Only to break in wilder song
When Winter shook the boughs!
What if they hear me!
Who shall say
That such an importunity
May not at last avail?
That, weary of this Beggar's face—
They may not finally say, Yes—
To drive her from the Hall?
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Dedicated Follower Of Fashion
They seek him here, they seek him there,
His clothes are loud, but never square.
It will make or break him so hes got to buy the best,
cause hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
And when he does his little rounds,
round the boutiques of london town,
Eagerly pursuing all the latest fads and trends,
cause hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
He thinks he is a flower to be looked at,
And when he pulls his frilly nylon panties right up tight,
He feels a dedicated follower of fashion.
Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
Theres one thing that he loves and that is flattery.
One week hes in polka-dots, the next week he is in stripes.
cause hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
They seek him here, they seek him there,
In regent street and leicester square.
Everywhere the carnabetian army marches on,
Each one an dedicated follower of fashion.
Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
His world is built round discoteques and parties.
This pleasure-seeking individual always looks his best
cause hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
He flits from shop to shop just like a butterfly.
In matters of the cloth he is as fickle as can be,
cause hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
Hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
Hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
song performed by by Kinks
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Dedicated
Dedicated to those
Who fought and survived
Dedicated to those
Who fought and died
Dedicated to those
Simple men with
A great dream of peace
Dedicated to those
Families who cried
At their loved ones funeral
Dedicated to those
Who supported our troops
From beginning to end
I dedicate this to you
And hope that you'll continue
With what you do
I dedicate this to you...
poem by Janelle Morehart
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I take the mountain road
It's so risky and hard
As you said,
That I knew my friend!
But I cannot postpone the matter
For the next year,
Probably they select my name
To the Graveyard list
As a new comer!
Yes, I tell them it should be your bithplace
Amherst!
A quiet village in the Connecticut valley of Massachusetts!
*'I was intoxicated by your poems & letters.
For Emily Dickinson in gratitude!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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My Music Is My Life
MUSIC IS MY LIFE
I am just sitting here,
Making love to my guitar
Strumming out music,
My love doesn’t stray too far.
My music is my life,
And my love is a heart filled song.
As long as I’m singing,
I know there can be no wrong.
Hugs and kisses come easy,
From the strings that I caress.
There is nothing more pretty,
Than my guitar in full dress.
My music is my life,
And my love is a heart filled song.
As long as I’m singing,
I know there can be no wrong.
I am carried into ecstasy
With each note that floats out
Feel the music within me,
It’s busting its way out.
My music is my life,
And my love is a heart filled song.
As long as I’m singing,
I know there can be no wrong.
Play the music with me,
Sing and raise your voice.
You will feel the love of Music,
Your heart will have no choice.
My music is my life,
And my love is a heart filled song.
As long as I’m singing,
I know there can be no wrong.
Life cannot deny me love,
Or the music that’s inside me
The melodies are my heart and soul,
And it will always be my decree.
REB (FEB 2012) Dedicated to Twig Sullivan, because music is her life
poem by Rik Bertrand
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Music Is My Life
I am just sitting here,
Making love to my guitar
Strumming out music,
My love doesn't stray too far.
My music is my life,
And my love is a heart filled song.
As long as I'm singing,
I know there can be no wrong.
Hugs and kisses come easy,
From the strings that I caress.
There is nothing more pretty,
Than my guitar in full dress.
My music is my life,
And my love is a heart filled song.
As long as I'm singing,
I know there can be no wrong.
I am carried into ecstasy
With each note that floats out
Feel the music within me,
It's busting its way out.
My music is my life,
And my love is a heart filled song.
As long as I'm singing,
I know there can be no wrong.
Play the music with me,
Sing and raise your voice.
You will feel the love of Music,
Your heart will have no choice.
My music is my life,
And my love is a heart filled song.
As long as I'm singing,
I know there can be no wrong.
Life cannot deny me love,
Or the music that's inside me
The melodies are my heart and soul,
And it will always be my decree.
REB (FEB 2012) Dedicated to Twig Sullivan, because music is her life
poem by Rik Bertrand
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Yellow Moon
Anxious hope and thoughts of love will never let me down, not let me go
Inside, my hearts a cage of ice loved and lost,
Still toss the lonely dice
I burned the whole night long my thoughts were never far from you
Love that locks and binds must die
But when it dies a part of you dies too.
Born, born, born upon the world the restless heart keeps flying,
Trying to become the heart of home.
Love, love, love, it picks you up and spins you round,
Sits you right back down where you belong.
I dont fit my hat sometimes, I get so full of clouds
Every time I pass your door I hear you cry out loud
Sometimes I look the same to you as you have looked to me
My eyes get filled so full of stars, I dont know when I leave
Born, born, born upon the world the restless heart keeps flying,
Trying to become the heart of home.
Love, love, love, it picks you up and spins you round,
Sits you right back down where you belong.
Love is like the april rain that makes the harvest grow
And when it grows its like the summer gold
Love is like the coloured leaves that drift down from the trees
One by one til every tale is told
Now if I go a dancing out across the yellow moon
Ill be home by morning if it doesnt come too soon
If you seek protection go and find a safer man
And if he cant give you what you want then come on by again.
Priestess of the sun and moon and goddess of the wind
You know too much to ever lose and not enough to win
Though you built your house upon the rock and not upon the sand
Youre still looking out your window for another travelin man.
Born, born, born upon the world the restless heart keeps flying,
Trying to become the heart of home.
Love, love, love, it picks you up and spins you round,
Sits you right back down where you belong.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Make Believe Life
In my make believe life
I fall in love with everyone I meet,
even with strangers
my heart falls at their feet.
I am happy with my life
though it is only make believe
for within it only love is all I know.
It reverses things I have been through,
the sadness and the pain;
the lonely adolescent years
now become filled with love and friends
where in reality I had neither of them.
I journey through the world
with my head held high,
where there are no limits
to how high I can fly.
My, make believe life is the best,
one could ever get,
always filled with sunshine and smiles
and love from hearts of gold.
Imaginary it might be,
but if you can tell me a better one,
I might give it a try.
9 December 2009
poem by David Harris
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Say A Little Prayer
Mr. moonlight...shinebright
Show me my mr. right
Lights, camera, action
I wanna be his sole distraction
Cupid draw your bow
Shoot it nice and slow
Send it straight to his heart
Love dont let him go
You must let him know
This is love from the start
(chorus):
Say a little prayer
Say a little prayer for me tonight
Say a little prayer
Say a little prayer for my hear tonight
Mama always told me
(sometimes)
What you get is not what you see
Im not taking any chances
No more broken romances
Cupid draw your bow fetch
(chorus x2)
I promise to always love and care for him
And I promise...to do my very best for him
I promise...to cherish him for all of my life
I promise...to always love and care for him
And I promise...Ill always be there for him
I promise...to love him for the rest of my life
(chorus out).
song performed by by Donna Summer
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I Saw This
A humid butterfly
Besides a voiceless bird;
I wished the bird to sing,
The butterfly fly high.
I tender feel; I tender am.
My heart was born that way.
I am a man if you`ve seen none
Who calls a girl Ma`am.
poem by Luis Estable
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Father's Son
Just a boy, not yet a man
only seven-teen
lived life to his fullest
happy as you could have seen
born into this world as one
he was someone's father's son
taken away far too soon
guess that's what God had planned
may peace be with you as you rest
He loved waking up in the morning
head on off to school
hang out with a friend or two
but if you would have asked him
to tell you a story of his favorite time
he would talk about those days hunting
with grandpa and dad
those were the best days I had
under those Northern Michigan skies
That old Nova sitting in the yard
he thought was so cool
waiting for that day he could drive it
piece by piece he watched and learned
as it was put together
hours turned into days that burned
nothing here is forever
He said though the time's are hard
dad did'nt we make it through
this is as good as it could get
and every eagle flies
looks like we won
he was someone's father's son
Hair so blonde, eyes so blue
shining like the moon
holding the Lords' hand
now in the promise land
he was someone's father's son
dedicated to: 'Jayson Lee Keson, Jr.'
December 29th.1991
to Septemberber 23rd.2009
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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Power Of Love
Oh love the genesis of life
how divine are you. When
you find the heart of men
it gets fresher than the grains
at the shore of nile.. My heart
with you is a cute flower in the
middle of grasses.
Oh power of love, when you smile
my heart smiles, my heart is dedicated
to you as eyes are dedicated to the beauty
of flowers love..
poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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I miss you so
I miss you so much.
As the morning rises.
And the day comes to a close.
The pain of missing you never ceases.
When I think of you my face creases.
All I can say is I miss you so.
Life hasn't been the same,
since you webt away.
And my tears still stay.
And my heart aches for you every day.
I breath in your smell.
Oh how I wish you were here.
All I know now is that I miss you so.
You are the brightest star at night.
And your smile is in the sun.
As I remeber the fun.
I miss you so much.
I dont think my heart will ever mend.
Dedicated to my gran who passed away almost a year ago.
Love you and miss you gran
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Twas such a little—little boat
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'Twas such a little—little boat
That toddled down the bay!
'Twas such a gallant—gallant sea
That beckoned it away!
'Twas such a greedy, greedy wave
That licked it from the Coast—
Nor ever guessed the stately sails
My little craft was lost!
poem by Emily Dickinson
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