Imperishable Love
In Pierian garden shrines,
I will place roses in your hair
And we will sing of amorous joy and poetry,
We will drink a subtle wine.
You and I have an imperishable love
More beautiful than golden bracelets
On slender wrists, more enduring
Than Egyptian pyramids.
I will lie down on a soft pillow
Of early summer grass like a small child
And with my eyes closed recall intimate details
Of your magical and captivating loveliness,
I will wondrously dream of your ankles
Being caressed by the clear cool water
Of a shallow stream as you wade for smooth stones
And pick up little seashells.
My desire is untamed and my compliments for you
Are as innumerable as the countless stars
That decorate the midnight sky and guide our way
Like ancient prayers that cannot be revoked.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Repeatedly Kiss the Pillow
Brunette lady
With dark mysterious eyes,
You even mesmerize the moonlight
Falling softly upon you with love.
In a midnight garden, roses sleep
Like happy angels,
But you walk with a man
Kissing the nape of your neck,
Running his hand beneath your blouse
To touch your stomach in ecstasy.
The heavens are breathing romance,
Amorous gods and goddesses are disrobing,
The world is becoming intoxicated
With the wine of desire,
And you alone surpass them all
With your supple body of captivating dreams,
With the slightest movements of your breasts
Making every gazing man tremulous,
Setting off lovely eruptions.
It is impossible to possess you,
But I would repeatedly kiss the pillow
That has cradled and caressed your head
While you peacefully slept
And left the world anxiously waiting
To see your magnificent vision again.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Cool, Cool Water
Coolin so coolin coolin me
Coolin so coolin coolin me
Have some cool clear water
(drink a little drip drip drip drip drink a little)
(water coolin me)
Have some cool clear water
(drink a little drip drip drip drip drink a little)
(water coolin me)
Have some cool clear water
Have some cool clear water
Have some cool clear water
(drink a little drip drip drip drip drink a little)
Have some water
Coolin so coolin coolin me
Coolin so coolin coolin me
Have some cool clear water
(drink a little drip drip drip drip drink a little)
(water coolin me)
Have some cool clear water
Have some cool clear water
(drink a little drip drip drip drip drink a little)
Have some cool clear water
Have some cool clear water
(drink a little drip drip drip drip drink a little)
Have some water
Water water water water water water
Now now-now-now-now
Now now-now-now-now
Now now-now-now-now
Now now-now-now-now
Now now-now-now-now
Now now-now-now-now
Now now-now-now-now
Ah ah ah ah
Wa ah ah wa ah oo oo oo oo ah ah
Coolin so cool coolin me
Coolin so cool coolin me
(drip drip drip drip drink a little drip drip drip drip)
Coolin so cool coolin me
(drip drip drip drip drink a little drip drip drip drip)
Coolin so cool coolin me
(drip drip drip drip drink a little drip drip drip drip)
Coolin so cool coolin me
(drip drip drip drip drink a little drip drip drip drip)
When the heats got you down
Heres what you oughta
Get yourself in that cool cool water
(coolin so cool coolin me)
Cool cool water
Get yourself in that cool cool water
(coolin so cool coolin me)
Cool cool water
When the heats got you down
Heres what you oughta
Get yourself in that cool cool water
(coolin so cool coolin me)
Cool cool water
Get yourself in that cool cool water
(coolin so cool coolin me)
Cool cool water
Ooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaooooooaaaaaaa
Cool cool cool cool water water
In an ocean or in a glass
Cool water is such a gas
Coolin so coolin coolin me
Ooooooooooooaaaaaaaaooooaaaaaaa
From the mountains on down to the sea
Cool water keeps on coolin me
When the nights are too hot to keep cool
I keep on dreamin bout a swimmin pool
When Im just too hot to move
Cool cool water is such a groove
In a shady spot when Im layin down
Only thing movin are the ants on the ground
When Im thirsty and I reach for a glass
Cool water tastes like such a gas
From the mountains on down to the sea
Cool cool water keeps on coolin me
Cool cool water keeps on coolin me
Get yourself in that cool cool water now
Cool cool water keeps on coolin me
Cool cool water keeps on coolin me
song performed by by Beach Boys
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The Other Side Of The Pillow
Cool as the other side of the pillow
Smooth as another glass of wine, oh yes sir
Im so glad ure my baby, oh yeah
Im so glad that ure mine
Bad as bonny when she ran with barrow {clyde}, yeah
When u kiss me, feels like Im committing a crime, oh yeah
U use furniture in new ways, yes you do
I cant find the adjectives enough to say
Im so glad ure my baby...okay (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Cool as the other side of the pillow (oh baby)
So smooth theres another glass of wine (bubbly, bubbly)
Im so glad ure mine, ure my baby (oh yes I am), oh yes I am (oh yes I am)
Im so glad ure mine
Cool as the other side (ure my baby) of the pillow
Smooth, I wanna drink u all out
How did u learn that trick with the ... chair?
I dont care
Just as long as u do it again
Cool as the other side, cool as the other side, cool as the other..
Cool as the other, cools as the other side...
As the other side of the pillow, baby
Cool (cool),
Glas of wine
Ill get tipsy and I ... {whistling}
Cool as the other side of the pillow
Cool
song performed by by Prince
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Her Small, Proud Breasts
The gorgeous nymph is gone,
She has left our simple island
Where we played in the sun
And drank sweet wine.
She has taken her delicate wrists
And golden bracelets,
Imparted her last kisses;
But in future nights
When we dream
Of the rhythmic swaying of her hips
And how her small, proud breasts
Left us mesmerized and breathless,
She will also dream
Of our child-like smile
Lost in wondrous adoration.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Not To Forget
I implore myself not to forget
Your hair softly touching your shoulders
Or the swaying of your skirt
On a windy springtime day,
The confidence in your voice
As you laugh with friends
On a summer evening with drinks,
The magical gleam in your eyes
As you sing a song you memorized
From when you were a child,
The excited way you snatch my books
From my two calm hands
To see what poet I’m currently reading.
I passionately must recall every minute detail
Of your smile or the clothes you wear:
In such all encompassing loveliness,
The world’s problems become immensely small.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Sonnet XXVII: Naked You Are As Simple as one of your Hands
Naked, you are simple as one of your hands,
Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round:
You have moonlines, applepathways:
Naked, you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.
Naked, you are blue as the night in Cuba;
You have vines and stars in your hair;
Naked, you are spacious and yellow
As summer in a golden church.
Naked, you are tiny as one of your nails,
Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
And you withdraw to the underground world,
as if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores:
Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves,
And becomes a naked hand again.
poem by Pablo Neruda
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Morning (Poem From The Movie Il Postino)
Naked, you are simple as one of your hands,
smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round:
you have moon-lines, apple-pathways:
naked, you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.
Naked, you are blue as a night in Cuba;
you have vines and stars in your hair;
naked, you are spacious and yellow
as summer in a golden church.
Naked, you are tiny as one of your nails-
curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
and you withdraw to the underground world,
as if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores:
your clear light dims, gets dressed - drops its leaves-
and becomes a naked hand again
song performed by by Sting
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Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry is in the beginning of new life,
Poetry is in the tears of a child,
Poetry is in the warmth of mother's kiss,
Poetry is in the child's bliss,
Poetry is in the hug of a father,
Poetry is in the love of a dear,
Poetry is in the happiness of affection,
Poetry is in the pain of separation,
Poetry is in someone's loss,
Poetry is in missing someone very close.
Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry is in the first rain,
Poetry is in the cultivation of first grain,
Poetry is in the first light of dawn,
Poetry is in the drops of dew o the grass of lawn,
Poetry is in the blowing of cool wind,
Poetry is in the beauty of green,
Poetry is in the twinkling star,
Poetry is in the aroma of a flower,
Poetry is in thunder and lightning,
Poetry is in the heat scorching.
Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry is something more sweeter than sweet,
Poetry is something more closer to heart beat,
Poetry is something more than the most beautiful creation,
Poetry is something more than the depth of an ocean,
Poetry is something more higher than the blue,
Poetry is something more true,
Poetry is something more enjoyable than wine,
Poetry is something more shiner than sunshine,
Poetry is something more pure than air,
Poetry is something which is present everywhere.
Poetry...Poetry...
Poet ry is not just rhyme,
Poetry is but the voice Divine,
Poetry is not just Poetry,
Poetry frames History,
After so many lines,
Poetry still remains undefined.
Poetry...Poetry...
poem by Akash Agrawal
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Surviving Existence after Seeing Her
Cool cellar wine,
A summer vintage
Of many drunken seasons lovelorn,
I dreamt of kissing her eyes
On midnights scattered now
To oblivion.
Her waist in the moonlight,
She wore a simple dress more majestic
On her frame than a Rembrandt;
I fell victim to the tender ache of desire,
Orgasmic but as soft as a feather.
Jealousy and deprival,
The wearing away of youth
And tragic denial,
If only to weep
One more time beside her
Or study her slender wrists
Again in the sunlight!
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Summer Dream
As I sleep under the summer sun I dream of a maiden of beauty
I see the wind in her hair like that of wind moving the summer grass in a field
I see her eyes that sparkle like that of sun gleaming off the lake on a summer day
I see her warm face like that of a summer white rose, soft and beautiful to the touch
I see her lips sweet and red like the berries on the summer vine
Then as I wake I see your beautiful face and know you are my dream
8-19-09
poem by Timothy Honeycutt
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What Poetry Mean To Me
What does poetry mean to me
Poetry is the air I breathe
Poetry is the words that feed
My soul
To make me whole
Poetry is what makes me blossom
In the middle of spring
Poetry is what grows my garden
And makes it flourish with nature
Beauty
Poetry Is
My magical whim's that supply all my
Fantasy and fills my hopes and dreams
Poetry is the strong desire that keep the
Flames of love burning
In the midst of the hour
And lights up the sky
With beautiful hues of colours
Spreads from one globe to
Another
To swim the ocean deep
Just because of love
Poetry is that and more, which I
Hate to carry this on and on
But
Poetry is the love of our life that visit
Us in our dreams
Poetry is
Me and the worlds that wakes every
Morning to bloom and blossom
Even after the death has played it last
Song that breaks our hearts
Poetry is tears and moans
Grief and pain that Hunt's the
Soul
Poetry is the rain crying from
The sky
The sun the moon with the golden
Light
Poetry is a child laughter at play
The tears a child shreds in sadness
They cry
Poetry is just a book of songs you
And I write down in our journal
Each and every day
We
Mix them together again and again
That is poetry
Poetry is life woes
Life happiness
Poetry is life
Here now and after
Poetry is you and I
poem by Carolyn Sears
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I Am (Mermaid)
I am a magical mermaid swimming in the tropical sea.
I wonder what new adventures each day will bring.
I hear happy dolphins chattering while they leap into the air.
I see the golden sunset sparkling on the water's rippling surface.
I want to live in this paradise forever.
I am a magical mermaid swimming in the tropical sea.
I pretend I am queen of the ocean, and all its creatures are my loyal subjects.
I feel the turquoise water cooling my skin.
I touch round, milky-white pearls and swirling light-pink seashells.
I worry that the beautiful ocean will soon become an ugly mess of filth and toxins.
I cry when I see careless humans destroying my home.
I am a magical mermaid swimming in the tropical sea.
I understand the hypnotic songs of crooning blue whales.
I say that the ocean is the prettiest place in the whole world.
I dream of swimming with sea turtles, finding treasure on ancient sunken galleons.
I try to live every moment to the fullest.
I hope all forms of pollution will soon come to an end.
I am a magical mermaid swimming in the tropical sea.
poem by Kimberly Kastner
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Dreams of Great Things (2)
Jumping straight into summer going from three
jerseys to swimsuit and shorts, I bought fairy
flip flops with diaphanous roses and sequins
too beautiful to wear, the sweet scent of
jasmine filling the air
The crocodile within me lay in the sun yesterday
luxuriating in the cool wind stroking and teasing
my skin, the inviting pool too cool for swimming
yet I dipped my head in the icy water while
my ankles froze
A layer of misty cloud wisps obscuring the sun
today, almost too late to go outside again, the
crocodile restless, inspired by dreams of great
things while all that is expected is cleaning the
kitchen; I wonder
Did Edith Holden, Edwardian author of the Country
Diary, ever wash dishes, feel angry, dream of new
things; she simply describes the weather and
wildlife and nature trips, not a word about
any other feeling
Wonderment and joy expressed in quotes,
descriptions and enchanting drawings, I
wish I could be like this
Wearing sensible brown comfort sandals while
my flower flipflops are camouflaged among the
golden grass in a cut glass container, just now
Nici brought me a big plastic flask for purified
water from her room
I immediately saw the perfect fish tank imitation
to be used to create a fairy garden, cannot wait
to soak off the label and start playing, there must
be a way to fulfil a lifelong dream of making a
magical fairyland play-thing
I shall add miniature flowers, glitter, crinkle paper,
and butterflies to create the right ambiance for the
fairies living within
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Amans Amare
A cottage small be mine, with porch
Enwreathed with ivy green,
And brightsome flowers with dew-filled bells,
’Mid brown old wattles seen.
And one to wait at shut of eve,
With eyes as fountain clear,
And braided hair, and simple dress,
My homeward step to hear.
On summer eves to sing old songs,
And talk o’er early vows,
While stars look down like angels’ eyes
Amid the leafy boughs.
When Spring flowers peep from flossy cells,
And bright-winged parrots call,
In forest paths be ours to rove
Till purple evenings fall.
The curtains closed, by taper clear
To read some page divine,
On winter nights, the hearth beside,
Her soft, warm hand in mine.
And so to glide through busy life,
Like some small brook alone
That winds its way ’mid grassy knolls,
Its music all its own.
poem by Daniel Henry Deniehy
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Moonbeam Princess
She walked across the path
In the moonbeams of love
Her grace her beauty
Was heavens gift of love
Her raven long hair
Her slender stealth legs
Carried her afloat
To dance on the moonbeam
That flickers in the night
Her hair swirled
In the pale moonlight
As a cool midnight breeze
Caressed her lovingly
Her gossamer dress
Caressed each curve
Her beauty divine
Made my heart
Skip a beat
Suddenly I wake
In sweat, in fear
Will I ever see?
My true love again.
poem by Kaila George
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Looking-Glass River
Smooth it glides upon its travel,
Here a wimple, there a gleam--
O the clean gravel!
O the smooth stream!
Sailing blossoms, silver fishes,
Pave pools as clear as air--
How a child wishes
To live down there!
We can see our colored faces
Floating on the shaken pool
Down in cool places,
Dim and very cool;
Till a wind or water wrinkle,
Dipping marten, plumping trout,
Spreads in a twinkle
And blots all out.
See the rings pursue each other;
All below grows black as night,
Just as if mother
Had blown out the light!
Patience, children, just a minute--
See the spreading circles die;
The stream and all in it
Will clear by-and-by.
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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In the gardens of Margaret Robberts
In the gardens of Margaret Robberts
white roman pillars runs
in rows down a lane
and there’s a green domed roof
that throws a long shadow.
Between the plants there are fairies hiding
and their homes are forsaken,
camped off with silver wire
and as if she has escaped
one blows on a copper magical flute.
There are red roses
blooming beautifully
and a citrus odour
coming from the lemon trees
and three boys are proud
of the lemons that they are carrying
and I wonder what is going to happen
when they eat some of them.
In the small chapel
I take my hat from my head
and there are beautiful verses
on the walls
and a round stained glass window
with a golden cross
and points pointing
like a white compass
in all directions
that is possible to determine.
We say a silent prayer
and walk to the bell tower
where you hold the chain
for a photograph
and you pay for cool drink,
chicken pie and spinach quiche
and we are exhausted
from the summer heat
and everything becomes peaceful
and I look at you
while you scatter pink rock salt
over your food
l’Envoi
Later we walk to a place
where angels hang on fine strings
and you sit and relax
on a bench with one painted
against the wall
while I try to catch
everything with the camera
and you smile more beautiful
than any angel,
with rays shining out of your golden eyes
and there’s a cute sunhat
on your head
and your locks fall in auburn strings
past you slender shoulders.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Pink Roses upon a Midnight Beach
I will saunter my way
Into the daylight of a new dream
Escaping every clinging sadness of the past,
Cherishing the wine of excitement and happiness
Along my paths of desire;
I will sing songs to the sunset
And be enraptured by the moon.
Sweet angel that I’ve known
Since I was only a child,
I’ll pick you up at Friday dusk
And we’ll drive laughing into the city,
The rock and roll and heartbeat drums
Of our mutual rhythm playing so loudly
To the car stereo speakers rocking my soul with yours.
Ah, we’re going to dance into the starlight,
I’ll kiss both of your eyes beneath streetlights,
I’m going to tattoo your name upon my chest
And give you pink roses upon a midnight beach
Lovely July embrace of something powerful
To redeem every lost minute we were not together.
I’m not afraid of tomorrow,
I’m going to trust my Romeo smile
To make everything magically fall in place,
The sunlight fragrance of your hair
And the gentleness of your face,
I know we’ll walk together
Through a flowery field of eternity!
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Cadences
I
(MINOR)
THE ANCIENT memories buried lie,
And the olden fancies pass;
The old sweet flower-thoughts wither and fly,
And die as the April cowslips die,
That scatter the bloomy grass.
All dead, my dear! And the flowers are dead,
And the happy blossoming spring;
The winter comes with its iron tread,
The fields with the dying sun are red,
And the birds have ceas’d to sing.
I trace the steps on the wasted strand
Of the vanish’d springtime’s feet:
Wither’d and dead is our Fairyland,
For Love and Death go hand in hand
Go hand in hand, my sweet!
II
(MAJOR)
OH, what shall be the burden of our rhyme,
And what shall be our ditty when the blossom’s on the lime?
Our lips have fed on winter and on weariness too long:
We will hail the royal summer with a golden-footed song!
O lady of my summer and my spring,
We shall hear the blackbird whistle and the brown sweet throstle sing,
And the low clear noise of waters running softly by our feet,
When the sights and sounds of summer in the green clear fields are sweet.
We shall see the roses blowing in the green,
The pink-lipp’d roses kissing in the golden summer sheen;
We shall see the fields flower thick with stars and bells of summer gold,
And the poppies burn out red and sweet across the corn-crown’d wold.
The time shall be for pleasure, not for pain;
There shall come no ghost of grieving for the past betwixt us twain;
But in the time of roses our lives shall grow together,
And our love be as the love of gods in the blue Olympic weather.
poem by John Howard Payne
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In The Early Morning [2]
In the early morning
dew covers every piece of grass and flower
and I see green sprouts in the soft ground
that appears after the first rain,
some grow luxuriant and others are slender and fine.
Some dew covers every piece of grass and flower,
and new buds appear
on long green stems,
some grow luxuriant and others are slender and fine.
in an aromatic existence.
At dark red roses and pink hollyhocks
on long green stems,
butterflies appear new from there metamorphoses
while the sun spreads its yellow-golden rays,
at dark red roses and pink hollyhocks
bees and butterflies fly to and thro
in the early morning
while the sun spreads its yellow-golden rays
and I see green sprouts in the soft ground.
poem by Gert Strydom
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