As Beautiful As Joni Mitchell
Charming ghosts idly float in my brain
And smile as they twist around
All my poetic thoughts
Like a curving, foggy road.
My heart is not pure like a King James psalm,
But you can hear and see me weep to God
When the predawn streets are empty
Except for broken beer bottles and myself.
I’m a crazy coyote in love, and sometimes
Every girl looks as beautiful to me
As Joni Mitchell singing
Something lyrical, tenderly and sweetly.
Uriah, gaze into the face of God with praise,
Exquisite happiness is on the way,
Shortly you will kiss a delicate feminine wrist
Wearing a golden bracelet as a mystical amulet.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Lonely and Lovely
Drinking beer in the city moonlight,
I’m lonely and lovely.
I’m tenderly in love,
Mostly with ghosts
Who have forgotten my face.
I dream of happiness
With the children I’ve failed to materialize.
God will see my kindness
And one day dry my tears.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Sadness in Every Direction
With tears forming gentle streams,
I fear that life
Is nothing but ugly puddles
In the broken beer-bottle night,
That the stars
Will fade and fail to shine,
That the faces
Of everyone I love
Will grow as dark
And lonely as mine.
I hear little birds
Singing songs
In a fragile ecological world
Unsafe and dying.
And does God
Hear the numerous prayers I pray
For a wounded young girl
Who doesn’t comprehend
Just how tightly and tenderly
She needs to be held?
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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The Bracelet
Let’s wander college streets
Seeking books and getting high
On spring flowers and the magic of life,
Oblivious for at least a day
To threatening rainy skies
And sad realities.
We’ll find an antique
Jewelry store
And buy the prettiest bracelet
We’ve been looking for,
And putting it on your wrist
Will bring such joy
To this ecstatic boy
That my face will beam
With transforming happiness.
And then you will know
What depth of feeling
I have for you.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Got til Its Gone
Janet:
Whats... whats the next song?
Q-tip:
The one about me
Janet:
Oh yeah?
I like this song
Uh-uh like joni says...
Joni
Dont it always seem to go that you dont know what youve got til its--
Dont it always seem to go that you dont know what youve got til its--
Dont it always seem to go that you dont know what youve got til its--
You dont know what youve got til its--
Janet:
Gone
Have a feelin
Now believin
That you were the one
I was meant to be with
Oh how Im wishin
Thinkin dreamin
Bout you
And the love
Howd I ever let you get away?
Got til its gone
Joni:
Dont- dont- dont it always--,
Dont- dont- dont it always--
Janet:
Got til its gone
Joni:
Dont- dont- dont it always--
Q-tip:
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
Joni:
Dont it always seem to go that you dont know what youve got til its
Janet:
Gone
Joni:
Dont it always seem to go that you dont know what youve got til its
Janet:
Gone
Joni:
Dont it always seem to go that you dont know what youve got til its
Janet:
Gone
Q-tip:
Joni mitchell never lies
Joni:
You dont know what youve got til its
Janet:
Gone
If I could turn back
The hands of time Id make you
Fall in love
In love with me again
So would you give me
Another chance to love
To love you
In the right way no games
Got til its gone
Joni:
Dont- dont- dont it always--, dont- dont- dont it always--
Q-tip:
Here we go again...
Janet:
Got til its gone
Joni:
Dont- dont- dont it always--, dont- dont- dont it always--
Q-tip:
Joni mitchell never lies
Joni:
Dont it always seem to go that you dont know what youve got til its
Janet:
Gone
Joni:
Dont it always seem to go that you dont know what youve got til its
Janet:
Gone
Joni:
Dont it always seem to go that you dont know what youve got til its
Q-tip:
1,2... 1,2...
Janet:
Gone
Q-tip:
Yo lemme just f*ck wit it for a minute
Joni:
You dont know what youve got til its
Janet:
Gone
Q-tip:
Now youre realizin when the nights go long right?
Campaign for me stay when you know that Im gone right?
You act all wild when I tell you to settle
I was workin round the clock but your girls wanna meddle
Talkin bout, i heard he swims with this chick on the beach.
That was out with the tide but my love you impeached
Now you lookin at the walls head in hand cold jonezin
Ringin my house, hangin up, and then posin
Now why you wanna go and do that love huh?
Now why you wanna go and do that and do that, huh?
Now why you wanna go and do that love huh?
Now why you wanna go and do that and do that huh?
Now why you wanna go and do that love huh?
Now why you wanna go and do that and do that huh?
Now why you wanna go and do that love huh?
Now why you wanna go and do that and do that and do that?
Joni:
Dont it always seem to go that you dont know what youve got til its
Janet:
Gone
Joni
Dont it always seem to go that you dont know what youve got til its
Janet:
Gone
Joni:
Dont it always seem to go that you dont know what youve got til its
Janet:
Gone
Q-tip:
Joni mitchell never lies
Joni:
You dont know what youve got til its
Janet:
Gone
Joni:
You dont know what youve got til its gone
You dont know what youve got til its gone
Q-tip:
Dust
song performed by by Janet Jackson
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Looking For the Poet in My Soul
As I walk down
A trash-littered street,
The broken beer bottles
Sparkle like diamonds in the grass.
Sunlight falls on a child's hair
As she plays on the poverty square;
She smiles joyously no matter the unhappy odds
Stacked against her.
My mother's nurse,
Her father died a week and a half ago
Like mine four months ago—
I can no more mend her heart
Than I can my own.
Life more often than not
Leaves me broken and empty;
But I know if I slowly catch my breath,
I can make everything beautiful.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Why I Would Follow Her Like a Puppy Dog Through the Streets
Wearing an ankle bracelet
On the steamy July afternoon,
She walks in the sunlight
On a stone-paved road
Along an ancient avenue
Of insouciant flowers.
Her bracelet shimmers
In the rising waves of heat;
Youth is a glorious sweet breath
Inhaled with connoisseur-like relish
And exhaled in the magical perfume of excitement.
One has to gaze at beauty
And live in that charmed essence vicariously
And be transported to past, joyous
Experiences of exultation.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Joni Mitchell Is A Flower
I don’t know how to walk
From the rusty streets of Detroit
To the sunlight of San Diego
But I appreciate every intelligent lady
Who opposes hate
And is independent!
Joni Mitchell is a flower
Dropping petals
In both our hearts,
Love is a new day
Around the corner.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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My Father's Hand
I like to wear a band around my wrist,
an amulet of copper, links of bling,
a hippy weave of cotton or dried grass.
Reminds me of a change my father made
as I grew up from toddler to walker;
crossing the road he stops holding my hand
and wraps his finger and thumb around my wrist.
My bracelet now is like the brag of a teenager leaving home
and flashing his cell-phone where father's number sleeps.
I wear my father's hand around my wrist.
poem by Gerard Rochford
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Kiss me slowly
Kissing is an art, one most master
Kissing slowly is better than faster
Kiss me slowly
Kiss me tenderly
Kiss me sweetly
Kiss me on the lips
Down to my finger tips
Delicately sample my nipples
Kiss it, tease it, rather simple
When done right, let me be precise
Kissing itself can be rather very nice
Kiss me slowly
Kiss me tenderly
Kiss me sweetly
Kiss my body inch by inch
Till it tickles and starts to flinch
Kiss me in the left and right ear
Whisper sweet words of passionate care
Kiss me by the neck
With little kisses called pecks
Kiss me hungrily in the mouth
Hear my groaning delicious shouts
Kiss me below and yonder
Till my juices begin to ponder
And turn on fire with desire
Kiss me slowly
Kiss me tenderly
Kiss me sweetly
Kiss me once, twice, thrice
Oooo! These kisses are very nice
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Once on a Golden Day
Once on a golden day,
In the golden month of May,
I gave my heart away--
Little birds were singing.
I culled my heart in truth,
Wet with the dews of youth,
For love to take, forsooth--
Little flowers were springing.
Love sweetly laughed at this,
And between kiss and kiss
Fled with my heart in his:
Winds warmly blowing.
And with his sun and shower
Love kept my heart in flower,
As in the greenest bower
Rose richly glowing.
Till, worn at evensong,
Love dropped my heart among
Stones by the way ere long;
Misprizèd token.
There in the wind and rain,
Trampled and rent in twain,
Ne'er to be whole again,
My heart lies broken.
poem by Mathilde Blind
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Sweetly Drunk and Always In Love
When you dream
Of a lovely, long skirt
And a soft, white blouse;
When you’re mesmerized
By feminine eyes
That turn their gaze
Away from your face
Until you become
Child-like and sad;
When the slightest words,
Even of consternation,
From her bird-like voice
Is the greatest music
You’ve ever heard,
Then you realize
You’re sweetly drunk
And always in love.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Virginal Tears
My thoughts dance and waltz
With delicate and beautiful words
That seek secret and hidden poems
To ensnare her heart
In love’s joyful trap.
I ignite lustrous flames of desire
To touch her hair and kiss
Her tattooed shoulder
Beneath the moon’s hypnotic glance.
An orchestra plays
A poignant interlude
That sounds like a gentle stream
Of virginal tears.
In the room
Where the flowers wait
To greet us,
I’ll promise her
Everything will be new,
Such an exquisite romance as this
Has never existed before.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Welcome Me
Welcome me to your city of angels
Devil prophets still hold my hand
I walked your stillborn streets for hours
Ethnic echoes spitting out their trials
They tell me Ill be the first to praise the sun
The first to praise the moon
The first to hold the lone coyote
The last to set it free
Welcome me to a haven given
Its well received into my open arms
Oh I ran in my sleep through shaking tremors
I felt the splitting earth echoing in my ears
I feel it Ill be the first to praise the sun
The first to praise the moon
The first to hold the lone coyote
The last to set it free
Welcome me to your city of angels
Theres a devil monkey laying on our backs
Now tell me wheres the heart
Wheres the bullet for breaking
Whos gonna give me a weapon
A pacifying weapon
I need it Ill be the first to praise the sun
The first to praise the moon oh
The first to hold the lone coyote
The last to set it free
Ill be the first to praise the sun
I said I said welcome me
The first to praise the moon oh
The first to hold the lone coyote
The last to set it free
I said welcome me
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Marie (unattainable love)
When I wake up in the morning my first thought is of Marie,
She’s the girl I think of all the time, she’s the girl I want for me.
Her smile is so inviting, her eyes of full of glee,
She’s the girl I think of all the time, she’s the girl I want for me.
Because she is so beautiful, I love her tenderly,
She’s the girl I think of all the time, she’s the girl I want for me.
Though she is so far from me, so far across the sea,
She’s the girl I think of all the time, she’s the girl I want for me.
At times I raise my head in prayer, Oh Lord please hear my plea,
She’s the girl I want to be with, she’s the girl I want for me.
My heart’s in Indiana, where the rest of me should be,
With the girl I think of all the time, with the girl I want for me.
And though I’ve never met her, to my heart she has the key,
She’s the girl I think of all the time, she’s the girl I want for me.
And in my dreams she whispers that she’ll never set me free,
But she’s the girl I think of all the time, she’s the girl I want for me.
It really breaks my heart in two that my dream may never be,
With the girl I think of all the time, with the girl I want for me.
And when I close my eyes at night, my last thought is of Marie,
Of the girl I think of all the time, of the girl I want for me
poem by Stuart Rae
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Kiss Me, Love Me
kiss me tenderly
love me sweetly
kiss me like you want me
love me like you never loved before
kiss me liek you mean it
love me like you mean it
kiss me to the ends of the world and back
love me with all your heart
kiss me under the full moon
love me till death do us part
kiss me with all of your heart
love me day and night
kiss me like you mean it
love me tillthe day we die.
poem by Shannon Green
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There Goes My Heart
-artist: nat king cole
-words and music by benny davis and abner silver
-charted at # 19 in 1958 by joni james
There goes my heart, there goes the one I love
There goes the girl I wasnt worthy of
There goes my happiness, it couldnt be
There goes somebody else in place of me
Goodbye romance, it couldnt last somehow
I had my chance but its all over now
I never thought that she could pass me by
There goes my heart and here am i
I never thought that she could pass me by
There goes my heart and here am i
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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Twist
Well youve got me working so hard lately
Working my hands until they bleed
If I was twice the man I could be
Id still be half of what you need
Still you lead me and I follow
The small of your back up to your chin
Over to the tip of your switchblade
As you pull it out as you stick it in
(twist twist twist) it can go a little deeper
(twist twist twist) Im wear
T) it can go a little deeper
(twist twist twist) Im wearing these chains
(twist twist twist) you make it hurt real good
(twist twist twist) (but? ) I love the pain
(twist twist twist) it can go a little deeper
(twist twist twist) Im wearing these chains
(twist twist twist) you make it hurt real good
(twist twist twist) I love the pain
(twist twist twist)
(twist twist twist)
(twist twist twist)
(twist twist twist)
Turn it on
Quietly says:
Is this on? oh [questionable]
* Im so tired I cant get to sleep
* and the squeaking of the bed
* is right in time with the song thats
* repeating in my head
Its uncomforting to rember how you used to like a good f**k
Every once in awhile
* I just want(ed) you to know (that)
* when I do it, I only think of you
* = quoted from end of ringfinger (the extra lyrics printed at the end
Of the song in pretty hate machine)
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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The Foggy Dew
A splendid place is London, with golden store,
For them that have the heart and hope and youth galore;
But mournful are its streets to me, I tell you true,
For I'm longing sore for Ireland in the foggy dew.
The sun he shines all day here, so fierce and fine,
With never a wisp of mist at all to dim his shine;
The sun he shines all day here from skies of blue:
He hides his face in Ireland in the foggy dew.
The maids go out to milking in the pastures gray,
The sky is green and golden at dawn of the day;
And in the deep-drenched meadows the hay lies new,
And the corn is turning yellow in the foggy dew.
Mavrone ! if I might feel now the dew on my face,
And the wind from the mountains in that remembered place,
I'd give the wealth of London, if mine it were to do,
And I'd travel home to Ireland and the foggy dew.
poem by Katharine Tynan
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A Small Girl (Poetic Soul)
Southwest Detroit,
Old streets, ancient history,
Grey factory town
Weeping lonely rain,
A small girl
Moves from the city
And her cat is left behind.
The birth of melancholy eyes
And a poetic soul
Begin in delicate tenderness.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Incessant Thoughts of Her
Midnight city in the snow,
I wander with the lonely
Who have no place to go.
I reminisce the avenues
And Christmas streets
Where love was shining
Like starlight or the woman’s eyes
That I followed through a dream.
Incessant thoughts of her
And the poetry of tenderness
Have marked me like a tattoo.
Romantic destiny has caught me
Like a snare,
The bracelet on her wrist
Is more than I can resist
When I know she will never wait for me
At the secret place of rendezvous.
I’m crying again
In the melancholy universe
With no more desperate desire
Than to touch her earrings
That she left behind
In the wineglass evening
Of a farewell dance.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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