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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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Deserted Cemeteries Of The Heart

I was in my white room
Sitting on top of the world

Where there are no cares to implore
Never worried about if there was more

Touching monsters that are made to laugh
Tasting colors, smelling every sound

Bite the dog of reality's hound
All this in a way, without any

Hell has come to claim it's fair game
In the deserted cemeteries of the heart

poem by Midnights Voice
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Matthew

Had an uncle named matthew
Was his fathers only boy
Born just south of colby, kansas
Was his mothers pride and joy
Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on
Love was just the way to live and die
Gold was just a windy kansas wheatfield
Blue, just a kansas summer sky
All the stories that he told me
Back when I was just a lad
All the memories that he gave me
All the good times that he had
Growin up a kansas farmboy
Life was mostly havin fun
Ridin on his daddys shoulders
Behind a view beneath the sun
Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on
Love was just the way to live and die
Gold was just a windy kansas wheatfield
Blue is just a kansas summer sky
Well, I guess there were some hard times
And Im told some years were lean
They had a storm in forty-seven
A twister came and stripped them clean
He lost the farm and lost his family
He lost the wheat and lost his home
But he found a family bible
Faith as solid as a stone
Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on
Love was just the way to live and die
Gold was just a windy kansas wheatfield
Blue, just a kansas summer sky
So he came to live at our house
And he came to work the land
He came to ease my daddys burden
And he came to be my friend
So, I wrote this down for matthew
And its for him the song is sung
Ridin on his daddys shoulders
Behind a mule beneath the sun
Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on
Love was just the way to live and die
Gold was just a windy kansas wheatfield
Blue, just a kansas summer sky
Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on
Love was just the way to live and die
Gold was just a windy kansas wheatfield
Blue, just a kansas summer sky
Words and music by john denver

song performed by by John Denver
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sunlight On Sanae

I once wrote
Affectionately
About your pink skirt;
I thought my heart would break
Or turn into a butterfly
If I were to touch it,
And I’ve been lost
To exquisite dreams and ecstasies
At the sight of your sexy pink shoes.

Seeing you again today
Walking in the morning sunlight
Brought a sweet excitement to my breath;
Seeing your black hair
Softly caress the shoulders
Of your business suit,
I nearly wept.

Tonight, I’ll pray and thank
The Shinto deities
That brought your vision from Japan.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Perfect Circle

Put your hair back, we get to leave
Eleven gallows on your sleeve
Shallow figure, winners paid
Eleven shadows way out of place
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Pull your dress on and stay real close
Who might leave you where I left off?
A perfect circle of acquaintances and friends
Drink another, coin a phrase
Heaven assumed, shoulders high in the room
Heaven assumed, shoulders high in the room
Heaven assumed, shoulders high in the room
Try to win and suit your needs
Speak out sometimes but try to win
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room

song performed by by REM
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Snow Is Deep On The Ground

The snow is deep on the ground.
Always the light falls
Softly down on the hair of my belovèd.

This is a good world.
The war has failed.
God shall not forget us.
Who made the snow waits where love is.

Only a few go mad.
The sky moves in its whiteness
Like the withered hand of an old king.
God shall not forget us.
Who made the sky knows of our love.

The snow is beautiful on the ground.
And always the lights of heaven glow
Softly down on the hair of my belovèd.

poem by Kenneth Patchen
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Don't Wake Me Up

Don't wake me up
I'm dreaming of you
Your skin
Your kiss
Your touch
Your laugh

Don't wake me up
I feel your skin
I smell your hair
I taste your lips
I see your eyes
I hear your laugh

Don't wake me up
Lest I forget
You never know
What if?

What if I forget
And it never happened
And you cease to exist to me
And it seems never to have happened
Please leave a reminder
So I never forget

Don't wake me up
Or I might break
I might fall apart
I might lose you
I might fail
I might forget
What then?
There's nothing left
So don't wake me up
Because you are all that I have

Your skin
Your lips
Your smell
Your touch
Your laugh
Your hair
Your eyes
So don't wake me up

Don't wake me up
Because I need you
And without you
There is nothing to wake up to
Don't wake me up

poem by Gwenevere Cornwell
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Within The Souls Of My Heart

Vividly the cascades of your memory
waltzed into my heart with echos of
yesterdays harbored memory

In a haze upon the horizon is your
wisper that was so softly calling my
name

Colours of pink, softly touching my
shoulders, with a hue of silver outling
the background, very powerfull, but
boldly pronouncing the memory now
reminds me clearly that yesterdays
shadows are cemented tightly within
the souls of my heart........

poem by Bonnie Collins
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I want my friends to stay with me

I do not want friends
Coming and going
Likes waves
Touching the shore
Returning back to
Mingle with the ocean
Leaving me
With a broken heart
And a depressed mind
I want my friends
To stay with me
In thick and thin
Rule my heart and mind
Expect
The same from me
We may meet or not
May not be together
In moments of
Happiness and gloom
They should not
Forget me
I should not forget
Them
Maybe we live far
Away
But never forget
Each other
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poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Forget Me Not

My friend, never
Forget, forgotten me,
Forget and be forgotten.

Never forget
Our friendship,
Our relationship,
Our partnership.

Never forget
Our hope,
Our inspiration,
Our courage,
Our confidence.

Forget me not,
When we live separately,
When we out of sight,
When we out of mind,
When we out of sanity.

Forget yet remember me,
Forget yet forgive me,
Forget yet pray for me,
Forget yet call me.

Please forget me not.
Not to forget,
Your friend,
Your dream and vision,
Your ambition and success.

Forget me not,
Forget the No,
Forget the Maybe,
Forget the should be.

Think not to forget,
Think to remember,
Think to feel,
Think to say.

Forget, forgotten,
All bad things,
All bad deeds,
But forget me not.

poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Lookin' For The Summer

Look deep into the April face
A change has clearly taken place
Looking for the summer
The eyes take on a certain gaze
And leave behind the springtime days
Go looking for the summer
This ain't no game of kiss and tell
The implications how you know so well
Go looking for the summer
The time has come and they must go
To play the passion out that haunts you so
Looking for the summer
Remember love how it was the same
We scratched and hurt each others growing pains
We were looking for the summer
And still I stand this very day
With a burning wish to fly away
I'm still looking
Looking for the summer

song performed by by Chris Rea
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Looking For The Summer

Look deep inside the april face
A change is clearly taking place
Looking for the summer
The eyes take on a certain gaze
And leave behind the springtime days
Go looking for the summer
This aint no game of kiss and tell
The implications how you know so well
Go looking for the summer
The time has come and they must go
To play the passion out that haunts you so
Looking for the summer
Remember love how it was the same
We scratched and hurt each others growing pains
We were looking for the summer
And still I stand this very day
With a burning wish to fly away
Im still looking, looking for the summer

song performed by by Chris Rea
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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One Summer Dream

Deep waters flow, out to the sea,
They never needed you or me.
One summer dream, one summer dream.
Blue mountains high and valley low,
I dont know which way I should go,
One summer dream, one summer dream.
Warm summer breeze blows endlessly,
Touching the hearts of those who feel,
One summer dream, one summer dream.
Bird on wing goes floating by,
But theres a teardrop in his eye,
One summer dream, one summer dream.
One summer dream, one summer dream.

song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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To One Shortly to Die

From all the rest I single out you, having a message for you,
You are to die--let others tell you what they please, I cannot
prevaricate,
I am exact and merciless, but I love you--there is no escape for you.
Softly I lay my right hand upon you, you 'ust feel it,
I do not argue, I bend my head close and half envelop it,
I sit quietly by, I remain faithful,
I am more than nurse, more than parent or neighbor,
I absolve you from all except yourself spiritual bodily, that is
eternal, you yourself will surely escape,
The corpse you will leave will be but excrementitious.
The sun bursts through in unlooked-for directions,
Strong thoughts fill you and confidence, you smile,
You forget you are sick, as I forget you are sick,
You do not see the medicines, you do not mind the weeping friends,
I am with you,
I exclude others from you, there is nothing to be commiserated,
I do not commiserate, I congratulate you.

poem by Walt Whitman
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Sunday Morning - VII

Supple and turbulent, a ring of men
Shall chant in orgy on a summer morn
Their boisterous devotion to the sun,
Not as a god, but as a god might be,
Naked among them, like a savage source.
Their chant shall be a chant of paradise,
Out of their blood, returning to the sky;
And in their chant shall enter, voice by voice,
The windy lake wherein their lord delights,
The trees, like serafin, and echoing hills,
That choir among themselves long afterward.
They shall know well the heavenly fellowship
Of men that perish and of summer morn.
And whence they came and whither they shall go
The dew upon their feet shall manifest.

poem by Wallace Stevens
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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O’Grady’s Little Girl

Her hair was dark and curly, floatin’ to the saddle bow,
Her laugh was frank and girlish, and her voice was sweet and low;
When I was one-and-twenty, sure my heart was in a whirl,
Ridin’ neath the blossomed gum-trees with O’Grady’s little girl.

And ah! The dear grey eyes of her all truth and purity
What a beacon-light to goodness, such a colleen’s eyes can be!
The blazed a track to Heaven for me an’ it struck me like a blow
When O’Grady left the township, just twenty years ago.

In those years I’ve grown and prospered-sure the township’s half me own-
But my heart’s been empty-aching-since she left me all alone.
Now we’ve got a “Back-to-She-Oak’ week, celebratin’ royally,
And Nora’s coming home again, to join the revelry.

I’ll know her by here wild-rose face, her floatin’ curling hair,
By the neat black skirt and frilly blouse she always loved to wear,
I’ve never looked at wimmin since, but at the township ball
I’ll tell her all my faithful love-my hopes, and dreams and all.

Oh! the band is playing gaily, but alone I sit apart,
Watching all the merry dancers, with a sore and aching heart;
Gaily old friends greet each other, but my head is in a whirl,
As I watcher her twirling past me-Dan O’Grady’s little girl.

She’s grown stout-she’s got a shingle-and her skirt’s just on her knee
Sure the girl that I remember’s not the girl she used to be,
And the merry lilting music ringing out into the night,
Seems to mock my dying fancies and my dream of lost delight.

Now the band is playing softly-‘tis the waltz we used to know,
And I’ll have to ask her for it, for the sake of long ago,
But ah! The dear grey eyes of her, uplifted now to me,
And the unchanged heart beneath them, full of truth and purity.

‘Tis a woman’s heart that matters, fashions come and fashions go,
And what signifies a shingle, for a shingle sure can grow,
All my lonely years are over, I’m as happy as an earl,
Looking forward to the future with O’Grady’s little girl.

poem by Alice Guerin Crist
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On Westminster Bridge.

Fay looked down
at the River Thames
from Westminster Bridge

and you stood next to her
watching the boats
go under the bridge

and disappear from view
and she said
my dad said he'd take me

on one of those boats
and out to sea
but he never has

you looked sideways at her
taking in her blonde hair
and her blue eyes

and the way the wind
touched her hair
and made her dress

move about her legs
I've been on boats
on the river before

you said
making conversation
not seeking to impress

or boast
I like the chugging sound
of the boat

you added
Fay touched
the edge of the bridge

where she stood
and said
this bridge was built in 1862

I heard about it in class
Miss Ash told us about it
oh yes she

with her massive shoulders
and arms and big breasts
you said

and Fay laughed
and blushed slightly
God knows what my dad'd say

if he heard you say that
and me laughing
she said

looking at you
and shyly smiling
probably give me

what's for
she uttered quieter
ceasing to smile

her eyes taking on
a dark gaze
looking out

at the river again
you've got to have a laugh
now and then

haven't you
you said
wanting to put

an arm about her
but not doing so
just putting a hand

next to hers
on the bridge top
feeling the cold stone

wanting to feel her flesh
soft and warm
suppose so

she said softly
her fingers close to yours
almost touching

you moved your hand
closer across the stone
crablike and touched

her small finger with yours
she breathed in the air
and so did you

and she said
oh to be in London
and out of doors.

poem by Terry Collett
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Oh Yeah

Oh Yeah she was taking me over
Oh Yeah it was the start of the summer

On warm June evenings
She would come to my house
Still in her school skirt
And her summer blouse
Talking too long as the night came on
It was the best time of my life
Her bee stung lips
Kisses sweeter than wine
The things she whispered
With breathless sighs
The summer air was soft and warm
Her eyes were making silent demands
As her hair came undone in my hands

Oh Yeah she was taking me over
Oh Yeah it was the start of the summer

Driving her home after midnight
I felt so good everything was alright
Her thoughts seemed so lost in the night sky
I remember everything
I don't know why these things ever send
I sometimes wish it was that summer again
I still see her in my sleep
And hear the sighing of the summer wind
Still I don't regret one thing

Oh Yeah she was taking me over
Oh Yeah it was the start of the summer

Oh Yeah she was taking me over
Oh Yeah it was the start of the summer
It felt just like it was the start of forever
Oh Yeah it was the start of the summer

song performed by by Ash from 1977
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Milky Eyes

I take your hand,
You fold, and squeeze your fingers
Into my hand,
Waves ebb, and flow
And splash our feet on sand,
Your dark, cool flowing hair
Enwrap our shoulders, blown by wind
You laugh and chuckle
A voice that suits, a band
Out I pull a nut,
You nibble it on my hand
Your milky eyes, your breath,
Above sea birds fly and land
Your milky eyes kill me, I'm done, its heaven
Landing on your shoulder is a sea bird
To it I reach and your soft hair, I touch
Your eyes sparkle, a wake, I crave the dreamland!

poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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A Dream in Winter

When all the daisies and daffodils
are buried deep below,
and summer's but a memory
hidden 'pon the drifting snow ~
'tis there beneath the whitened glow,
in a bed of greenest green,
that lives the dreams of springtime hue
with a gleam of emerald sheen.

When all the trees are bared and bent
against wintry winds that blow,
and spring is but a wistful sigh
'pon the branches that bow low ~
'tis there within the boughs so wide,
in a bed of greenest green,
that lives the buds of springtime hue
with a gleam of emerald sheen.

When roses fade 'pon winter's morn
as their petals flee on frosty breath,
and thorns are left to sadly yearn
in their bed of beauty's death ~
'tis there beneath those roses grown,
in a bed of greenest green,
that lives a vision of springtime hue
with a gleam of pastel sheen.

When winter brings a world of white,
a wonderland of icy glow,
and ends the seasons of green, and gold,
hidden 'neath a field of snow ~
'tis there the sleeping earth awaits
in a bed of springtime green,
sighing softly through winter's chill,
'pon a dream of emerald sheen.

poem by Hazelmarie Elliott
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A Winters Poem

The cold air swaying through my hair,
The frost on my fingertips, I just can't bare.
The dark, windy nights,
Enough to blow a thousand kites,
The little snow that there is,
The blossoms in the spring I do miss.
Birds hop along the snow looking for food,
While people in their houses try to get into a happier mood.
All the animals keep warm in teams,
As the winters snow glitters with gleam.

poem by Natalie Clyne
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