Engage
It is hard to imagine
Starlight that fails
To fall into your eyes
Or moonlight that would hesitate
To caress your hair.
When I remember
Any afternoon we’ve spent
Walking through a garden of flowers,
I give thanks for those moments
So sacrosanct to my soul.
I cherish the Saturday evenings
Walking college streets
Looking for a sacred bar
Where we could drink
And slowly eat something simple
But with reverent hearts
For the palpable joy of existence.
When I’m in love,
Everyone in this city
Becomes as beautiful to me
As St. Francis or Bridget Bardot,
I just smile and look for a hand to shake.
Someone says in front of the nightclub
Doors don’t open until 9 p.m.,
And that’s fine, that’s an hour
We can spend talking to street people
Selling flowers and fruit
And sharing their lovely godliness.
Ah, everyday is the perfect time to engage
Our dreams with happiness
And wherever we stand is a perfect place
To see the world we want to create;
Let’s dance late into the night and kiss somewhere
In front of a small 3 a.m. church and know
We never have to succumb to sorrow.
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The Love That Makes Everything Right
Conversing in starlight
In a night of a thousand dreams,
We were laughing a midnight
Watching the headlights flicker by
Like drunken fireflies.
I'm so happy to see you,
I find such consolation
In the way you smile,
Your eyes are my home
Whenever I'm lonely.
When you were a young girl,
You played piano and sang
As sunlight shone through the window
Of your Saturday room
And settled on purple flowers.
Everyday I fall in love
Like when we were children
Walking the sweet sidewalk
In front of Mrs. O'Brian's Bakery
In the afternoon after school.
One day the world will exist
Long after we've parted
With your lingering perfume
And our final kiss,
But I know we made everything better
For our moment in this place.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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In the Midnight Hour
When we meet
in the midnight hour
country girl
I will bring you night flowers
coloured like your eyes
in the moonlight
in the midnight
hour
I remember
Your cold hand
held for a moment among strangers
held for a moment among dripping trees
in the midnight hour
I remember
Your eyes coloured like the autumn landscape
walking down muddy lanes
watching sheep eating yellow roses
walking in city squares in winter rain
kissing in darkened hallways
walking in empty suburban streets
saying goodnight in deserted alleyways
in the midnight hour
Andy Williams singing `We'll keep a Welcome in the
Hillsides' for us
When I meet you at the station
The Beatles singing `We Can Work it Out' with James
Ensor at the harmonium
Rita Hayworth in a nightclub singing `Arcade Mia'
I will send you armadas
of love vast argosies of flowers
in the midnight hour
country girl
when we meet
in the moonlight
midnight
hour
country girl
I will bring you
yellow
white
eyes
bright
moon
light
mid
night
flowers
in the midnight hour.
poem by Adrian Henri
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We’re Home
Pray with me
At the botanical garden,
Stay with me this weekend
As we breathe our yoga of devotion.
I fell in love with you
As I placed my mat next to yours
And we drank clear water
Of reverence and hope.
Let’s sit on the terrace
And give thanks for each other,
Express gratitude for our lives,
Let us find God in each other’s eyes.
I could weep with you in the rain,
Smile with you in the sunlight
Touching your hair graced by summer flowers,
Share fruit with you walking along a city street.
It’s not too late to make everything meaningful,
It’s not too late to discover each other in this sacred place
And finally realize that we’re home.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Perfect World
In my perfect world
The sky is a perfect blue
The grass is a soft green
And together are me and you
In my perfect world
The sun is a perfect heat
No global warming
It would be a treat
In my perfect world
There would be no disease
The flowers would bloom everyday
And no one would cut down trees
In my perfect world
No one would be poor
The streets paved with gold
Silver for the floor
In my perfect world
Death would never come
Pain would go away
And no one would be dumb
In my perfect world
The government would not rule
We’d chose for ourselves
What we thought was cool
In my perfect world
Racism would not exist
Discrimination would be over
And nothing would end with fists
But then I remember
I can’t believe it’s true
But my world really is perfect
Because I spend it with you
Shake The Tree
Id love to take this lying down
But the world we know has lost its crown
All night talk n jazz cigarettes
Is never gonna change this killer town
I see her walking
In perfect time
She gives me reason
To carry on
Round the corner comes salvation
Made to order is what you found
Why oh why do we fool ourselves
Is it just the need to carry on
I see her walking
In perfect time
She gives me reason
To carry on
Shake the tree you find
Shake dont cut it down
Glamour takes its toll on you
Throw away whats out of view
Pearls of wisdom hang around your neck
They warm to the touch of your perfect skin
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
I see her walking
In perfect time
She gives me reason
To carry on
Shake the tree you find
Shake dont cut it down
Shake the tree you find
(I see her walking in perfect time)
Shake dont cut it down
(she gives me reason)
To carry on
I see her walking
In perfect time
She gives me reason
To never say die
I see her walking
In perfect time (shake)
She gives me reason (the tree you find)
To never say die
Shake the tree you find
song performed by by INXS
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Watching The World Go Past
I sit on the front step
Just watching the world go past
People walking
People talking
I see people running from themselves
People walking their best friends
Children playing with others hearts
Teenage girls crying over the past
I just and watch the sun set
Signalling that a new day will begin soon
I watch the rising of the moon
And the dots getting ever so brighter
Watch people fall in love
People smile as if nothings wrong
I watch all the people who have nothing to do
Watching people who have nothing to loose
I sit and watch the different lives form
Watching the new scene starting
The new lives beginning with a smile
The lives coming to and end
I sit on the front step
Just watching the world go past
People walking
People talking
poem by Lesley Bass
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On Yonge Street
See the people walkin up and down
See the people movin all around
On the streets of my hometown on yonge street
Longest street in the world they say
Summertime soon slips away
I hope Ill see you one fine day on yonge street
Everywhere you go in a city by the lake
Back there in the flow you may give a hand a shake
Everyone you pass seems to wanna say hello
Even late at night on the freshly fallen snow
See the children jumpin all around
See the parents looking up and down
Upon the streets of my hometown on yonge street
Its a mean street if you choose
Its a lean street when you lose
An in-between street when you cruise on yonge street
Everywhere you go in a city by the lake
Youll be sure and find its a case of give and take
Everyone you pass seems to want to say hello
Even late at night when the streets are all aglow
Its the longest street in the world
With the most feet in the world
Another street where boy meets girl on yonge street
See the people walkin up and down
See the people movin all around
Those are the streets of my hometown on yonge street
Everywhere you walk people almost say hello
Even late at night when the streets are all aglow
On yonge street
On yonge street
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Simple Mind
There’s simple girl
With simple mind
She wants perfect love
But she finds it’s hard
To get a perfect guy
With a perfect job
Has a perfect house
Keeps a perfect dog
In a perfect time
And a perfect place
For a perfect happily ever after
So she change little
Of her simple mind
She still wants perfect love
She knows it’s hard
To get a perfect guy
With a perfect job
Has a perfect house
Keeps a perfect dog
In a perfect time
And a perfect place
For a perfect happily ever after
But at least she quite satisfied
With her simple mind
She doesn’t have perfect love
But she finds it’s hard to leave him
That has a good smile
Gets a desirable job
Builds a little home
Keeps a cheering dog
In unexpected moment
And unforgettable place
For hopefully happily ever after
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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A Saturday At Sweet Willows Creamery
Smiles for many on this Saturday
As kids and adults alike head for Sweet Willows Creamery
I take my place in line
With kids and adults in front and in back of me
I read the list of what specials are present for today
Then I turn my attention to the vast array of flavors
Married to the many wonderful colors
Some choose an ice cream cone or shake
While the many daring choose to test their mettle and appetite with the Willownator
Soon it's time for me to decide
While I always love the chocolate shakes
On this day I'll indulge in the fairy dust cotton candy
And it's service with a smile
The staff in t-shirts and ball caps
Making my Saturday worthwhile
A few scoops in a cup will be fine with me
Afterwards I gladly pay and hand over my money
It's a sunny afternoon
Perfect for a Saturday
As I sit outside on a bench
Admiring as well the butterflies and flowers
Along with a few clouds joining the beautiful blue sky
The sun proudly resides over everything
Digging into my ice cream
Enjoying the sweet taste
And loving the taste and crunch from the candy crystals
poem by Justin Gildow
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Nothing's Perfect
I heard imagination goes beyond horizon
But will it till a day with no sun!
I heard thoughts ramble faster than light
But will they till about your life depart! !
I heard animals have the future to sense
But what’s the use if no reaction hence! ! !
I culminate thus there isn’t a single thing
That in the world is perfect and living.
One thing but smashed my stances to vain
It is my love I saw in the rain.
Escorting the charisma in the nature,
She passed by leaving a lovely lustre.
‘Love in this world is perfect my son’
I heard a voice somewhere unknown.
There was no reflex in me at all
I rather ratified my defeat after all.
Her picture still is in my heart
Until again I saw her and thought
She’s the one for me god made,
She’s my shadow even in the shade.
All the world around seemed at once
A wide garden with flowers at every glance.
Walking was she in the amidst,
And escorting her was I in the mist!
As the flowers smiled gently
And the winds moved bluntly,
She turned behind and slowly on her face,
I saw swaying smile build up
And my heart going away miles! !
Finally her eyes at last arrest me
This world was for first time pleasant!
Some force was constantly in me sent
Which is advancing my feet front.
Came she close to see her in my eyes
No words now exist in my book to portray
What feelings then ran through me!
Tears descended on her face
‘I adore you but I am pathetic’
I heard these words very sweet but thin.
Consequently I was jolted off to pieces
And my love turned eventually my death! ! !
What I heed in the onset is genuine
Nothing in world is perfect like the moonYet I love her for giving my death
A very fresh breath, a gangster never hath! ! ? ? ! !
poem by BhanuPrakash Singh
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Saturday Night Streets
Saturday Night Streets
Cars driving back and forth
People of different colors walking down the streets
laughing
talking
drinking
enj oying the night
The streets are talking to me
These streets have stories
different cars, different colors
I Love these streets
I love the night
I love Saturdays
l think I'm in love with these streets
I'm in love with Saturday night streets
Mon, Tues, Wed, Thurs, Fri, Sun belongs to workers and the sun
Saturday belongs to the night, people and these streets
Saturday Night Streets
poem by Rebecca Succes
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Flowers Bloom Like People
The flowers in the garden strike blue,
Just like lovely you.
These flowers at the forefront speak loud,
Opening the doors to what is allowed.
Never do we release so many scents
As this day. This day, we march like gents.
Just like roses we announce,
We sometimes ponder and pounce.
In effect we denounce our leaders,
Leading the committee of readers.
These are the authority of the dance
Of flowers, in our garden of chance.
From this garden I walk into fields,
Then streets are with us, no more hayfields.
The green garden was behind now and then,
With innocence at its side, compared again.
A ghostly swamp is not our task,
Merely we dine in pleasure and mask.
For we arrive in the city streets,
Walking is an objective so much it cheats.
We are some, they are many,
This conundrum augments the penny,
For if they are greater than us,
We shall be greater with words to discuss.
Flowers, we claim, are at our heads,
They do swear to keep beds;
Our heads also keep them, one after the other,
The rooms to occupy are more than our mother.
The soil is so endangered by us,
Flowers keep great ideas in dirtiness.
The gardeners work forever this way,
Shaking the soil with their day.
May our sleeping hours prove to be higher
Than all of nature’s, still we can tire.
Flower the world with our march,
The march continues to arch.
May fatigue be the enemy of our protest,
This riot we create, and then be assessed.
What we are is not your concern,
The bushes and plants have a turn.
Their laziness requires religious thought,
We need to think better than today as sought.
Let the population know what we have forsaken,
The streets should be empty and obedient with abortion.
The walkers are right, just totally right,
An abduction causes us a different light.
They take away some flowers from the garden,
The garden of Us, we are the garden to pardon.
May we string new words,
Extract blessing from our birds.
The garden is polite like a stage,
Acting will never grow or enrage.
The nature of substances is grand,
Like that of this very land.
Lazy flowers shout too hard,
That is why they droop and be charred.
They wilt and slowly drop,
Like us as we come to the top.
Life is about the riots of flowers,
We marched up and down, with powers.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Carnival.
Carnival.
Liquid colours
In the sun.
Music on the run.
With a smile.
The perfect day of fun.
Just our style.
Amid the beautiful noise
We kissed.
Resist,
If you can,
The beat.
Our bodies gyrate
In the heat.
To the rhythm of love
In the street.
We skip, like teenage lovers
Under the scented covers
Of exotic fare.
Wafting through the air.
Our carnival extraordinaire.
That afternoon
I would serenade you.
Across the esplanade we threw
Flowers in the air.
Such a happy pair
Of souls.
Strolls,
As music fades
With the sun.
Our moonlight
Has just begun.
We toasted
Our carnival of love
In street cafe.
I held your hand.
No words to say.
Just listen
To love's symphony play.
No small talk.
Contented lovers walk
Captured by starlight array.
On
Our carnival day.
poem by Kevin East
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Lonely Tear
I close my eyes and you are there
As you stand in front of me
I reach out my hand to hold you
As you have set my soul and mind free
You then give me a smile and then a kiss
And now my heart and soul is on fire
I tremble and shake with thoughts only of you
My heart is full of want and your desire.
You then close your eyes and walk towards me
We then kiss with both passion and need
You gave me what I want I gave you what you have
To each other our passions we will feed.
You then step away to show me who you are
I ravish you with my hands and eyes
I then caress your breasts and touch your lips
Once again I am a man deep inside.
You turn around just one more time
To prove to me that your the woman for me
I take a deep breath it explodes in my soul
My soul and mind of all other women is free.
You take me by the hand and lead me to our bed
We lay down together with you at my side
Your head is on my chest and my hands in your hair
My passion for you for this night I will not hide.
You then make me a man I can barely stand
I look at you as you are covered with silk and lace
We then kiss again you’re my lover and friend
As I can see the pleasure upon your face.
I open my eyes and now you are gone
And sadly it was a dream you are no longer here
I now forget the passion and the words I had spoke
Now I walk away alone, with one lonely tear.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Three Men Walking
Three men walking
Along the roadside
One after another
Wearing weird caps
In the dark
The town asleep
Some traffic
Street lights
And cold
Silhouettes
Trees
Roots whirling
Some visible others hiding
Some past events
The three men
Talking to themselves
And to each other too
Smell of hey
Some old friends
The three men
Still walking
One after another
A young boy
Runs past
All covered up
Without socks
A cat with long tail
And a dog
Waiting for something to eat
Common cause
The boy
Collects rotten fruit
In a bag
Whose cause?
The three men walking
A young girl
Beaten
Cries
Selling flowers
A man with a gun
A watchman
Destroys her flowers
Water
Red colored
And black too
Going down a small stream
Blood is red
And water black
The three men
Further, into the darkness of the streets
Their caps
Water enters the shoes
Cold water
And black water
And then into the restaurant
The three men
With weird caps
Some people in the restaurant
Long faced small faced
Tired and worried
The three men
Looking from above a cabin
Some boys
And burgers
Water and tea
A common cause
poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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Kiss
First time to
Kiss
Is nerve wrecking so don't sweat
You just need to be calm and relax
You get more chances to do it again
You don't have to go all out to make it perfect
Just simple is fine
All that matter is person right in front of you
If you never expericence it
It's ok
Not everyone done it yet
You're not alone
You do it when it right
No one can force you do it
You can feel when is right
When at that moment when you ready to
Kiss
Is so romatic and what you been waiting for
You want it to last
You don't want the day to never end in this beautiful moonlight
You want to besides that person forever
You give that person key to your heart
You hope that person keep it forever and ever
Kiss
poem by Christina Phan
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Sexy Mexicana
Sexy Mexicana
Walking among sunlight flowers
Little brown body in bloom
Like an exotic garden
Of forbidden fruit
Enticing every appetite.
I’ll see you in the night
Swaying in the starlight
Your skirt more powerful and red
Than a bullfighter’s cape,
No man can escape your allure
Even if death is in the street
Or beside your bed
Or knocking at your door.
Dreams drip form your eyes
Like summer mist or moonlight,
There’s a poet in tears
Chasing down elusive words
That Sappho or Shakespeare never heard
Unsuccessfully seeking to describe
The intensity of kissing
Your necklace throat.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Beautiful World
Some of us spend hours
In front of a friday night mirror
Trying to understand the kinda world
Where the beautiful prosper
Slicking up the kinda hair
That the magazines says a lost cause
Picking out the kinda girl in your mind
To go walking with you
Yesterday I met a girl
She made marilyn monroe look like . . . me
All she had to do was walk in the room
And my problems were starting
Then shed at me and shed smile
And I feel feel such a pain in my heart
Wanting her to come and whisper to me
Youre the man of my dreams
Beautiful world, beautiful world
Sending me dreams, touching my hair
Making me cry . . . so I feel alive
Beautiful world, why do I hide?
I dunno why
I should spend so much time feeling so bad
I got everything a sinner could hope to get
This side of eden
Maybe some day Ill wake up
And Ill do what I should
Write a song to make heaven and earth
Go waltzing in time
Repeat chorus
song performed by by John Prine
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Why Will You Gone with the Wind
Why will you gone with the wind?
Does it because you were attracted
by the peach street in that Tree City?
-it's like walking in the fragrant garden of sweet peach
when you read that historic city in a sunny spring morning.
But you should know there has walnut
besides chestnut street in this city of Brotherly Love,
-it's like walking in the golden heaven with sweet nut
when you read this lovely city in a beautiful autumn afternoon.
Gone with the wind?
The soft wind of the South
or the blue sky of the North,
Which one will be your favorite choice?
Gundi-?
Does it mean gone with the wind?
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A Flower Of His Heart
He is walking in his garden,
With so many flowers surrounding him,
He is among his lovely flowers,
He feels happiness as he enjoys their fragrances.
In a corner some red flowers,
Raise their stalks toward the sun,
In that color sleeps the passion,
And sensuality of the women, with their charms.
Next to it he finds some white flowers,
His mind get clensed of bad thoughts,
All purity and innocence of the living,
Is concentrated in a beautiful white rose.
But he sees some orange flowers over there,
So intense, so joyful to his eyes,
They are like the warmth of the summer,
In a wonderful, pleasant day of life.
And suddenly a simple flower show up to him,
She was not well-dressed in amazing colors like her fancy friends,
But she was so beautiful in her simplicity and grace,
Just the flower of his heart that he always expected to have.
In this life beauty is not important and fragile,
It matters more what pleases your heart,
When it is about love and its magic,
You'll adore that simple flower, no matter what.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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