Young Woman At A Window
She sits with
tears on
her cheek
her cheek on
her hand
the child
in her lap
his nose
pressed
to the glass
poem by William Carlos Williams
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The child tastes the tear
The tear is made of salt
The tear is made of water
The tear is made of the sea
But you cannot swim in it
The tear can leak down the cheek
The tear is like a good rhyme
The child wipes away the tear
The wipe is made of the hand
The hand is made by…who
The child thinks of the hand
The hand can shake a hand
The hand can slap a cheek
The hand can wipe the tear away
The hand and tear are made
The child is thinking
I am made too
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Cheek To Cheek
Irving berlin
Heaven, Im in heaven
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When were out together dancing cheek to cheek
Heaven, Im in heaven
And the cares that hung around me through the week
Seem to vanish like a gamblers lucky streak
When were out together dancing cheek to cheek
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Oh I love to climb a mountain
And to reach the highest peak
But it doesnt thrill me half as much
As dancing cheek to cheek
Oh I love to go out fishing
In a river or a creek
But I dont enjoy it half as much
As dancing cheek to cheek
**:
Dance with me, I want my arms about you
The charm about you
Will carry me through
To heaven, Im in heaven
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When were out together dancing cheek to cheek
(repeat *)
(repeat **)
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Cheek To Cheek
Heaven, I'm in heaven
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek
Heaven, I'm in heaven
And the cares that hung around me through the week
Seem to vanish like a gambler's lucky streak
When we're out together dancing (swinging) cheek to cheek
Oh I love to climb a mountain
And reach the highest peak
But it doesn't thrill (boot) me half as much
As dancing cheek to cheek
Oh I love to go out fishing
In a river or a creek
But I don't enjoy it half as much
As dancing cheek to cheek
Now Mamma Dance with me
I want my arm(s) about you
That (Those) charm(s) about you
Will carry me through...
(Right up) To heaven, I'm in heaven
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When we're out together dancing, out together dancing (swinging)
Out together dancing cheek to cheek
song performed by by Louis Armstrong
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Cheek To Cheek
Heaven, Im in heaven
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When were out together dancing cheek to cheek
Heaven, Im in heaven
And the cares that hung around me through the week
Seem to vanish like a gamblers lucky streak
When were out together dancing (swinging) cheek to cheek
Oh I love to climb a mountain
And reach the highest peak
But it doesnt thrill (boot) me half as much
As dancing cheek to cheek
Oh I love to go out fishing
In a river or a creek
But I dont enjoy it half as much
As dancing cheek to cheek
(come on and) dance with me
I want my arm(s) about you
That (those) charm(s) about you
Will carry me through...
(right up) to heaven, Im in heaven
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When were out together dancing, out together dancing (swinging)
Out together dancing cheek to cheek
Instrumental version
song performed by by Irving Berlin
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He who wipes the child's nose, means to kiss the mother's cheek.
Crying As An Art Form.
Mother made act of crying
An art form; she knew
Sense of tears on cheek
And leak from blue of eyes.
Father would have his way
Of bringing on the tears in
Her, making the blue eyes
Red, bruising the cheek of
Bone and flesh, making an
Art of bringing black and
Blue in such human skin.
You recall once the time
He slapped her cheek with
A back of hand for making
Remark in jest: you look like
A Yank with that camera held
So. You never could divine how
Love could have altered form
And made a mockery of care
And concern and deepest sense
Of being well and other’s need
Of being needed here and now.
You think that Father lost it if
He had it ever at all. Some how.
poem by Terry Collett
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The One...
the one that you meet
and at night
always remember
and can't forget
the one that cannot
stay with you
tears your heart
bleeds you blood
you shake hands
kiss cheek to cheek
and say those words
that only the sea
understands
since then you wander
heartlessly....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mystiques: Amor Omnia Vincit
He peeks
she physiques
beaut... ekes.
Miss tweaks.
She seeks,
he techniques
boutiques.
They cheek to cheek.
He speaks...
it creaks
her creeks
He streaks,
She shrieks
He peaks.
For weeks
She knows
He sows
She glows,
He flows
She checks,
He checks,
Check-mate sex.
He peeks
She seeks
They cheek to cheek...
She checks his cheques.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Love is...
Love is…
Love is dancing cheek to cheek at the prom
Love is walking hand in hand on the way home
Love is night after night awaiting a call on the phone.
Love is…
Love is tears flowing from cloudy eyes
Love is the trembling heart of the bird that can’t fly
Love is ‘gal keep your skirt down so he not stupefy”.
Love is…
Love is when he ask your parent for your hand
Love is when he says I want to be your husband
Love is you and I exchanging wedding bands.
Love is…
Love is lies, fantasies, grandiose, and half- truths
Love is helping to supply his ‘false-self” while being a deaf- mute
Love completes itself in one or all these truths.
poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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It Is Poetic And Prophetic
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
And...
This could be interpreted,
As comments from a cynic.
'I see the holes in shoes.'
And...
This could be interpreted,
As comments from a cynic.
'Those shoes have not been used.
Since many are afraid of walking.
But talk about nonsense,
They choose to do.'
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
And...
It could be interpreted,
As comments from a cynic.
'Lips flap flip flop so much.'
And...
This could be interpreted,
As comments from a cynic.
'Flipping lips lick ears to touch,
With venom spiced and nothing nice to say...
Yet quick to pick from empty pockets.'
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
'Woe goes the mogul to spend from thieving.
Wishing to steal more.
To take and not to give.
Or...
Sympathize with those begging.'
And...
This could be interpreted,
As comments from a cynic.
'I see the holes in shoes.'
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
And...
This could be interpreted,
As comments from a cynic.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Tears Flow, But I Shove It Off
I shove it off
Once again my morning grow wet
Tears drip down my cheek
I shove it off
Still it drips continously
I shove it off
My tears grow stubborn
I shove it off
I felt no sorrow in my heart
But my tears grow sober
I shove it off
My hands grow wet
Melting the sparkles of my cheek
But i shove it off
Why should i shove my tears off?
Because my heart has been broken
poem by Samuel Donkor
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The Little Sister
The wind knocks at the window,
And my heart is full of fear,
For I know when it is calling
That some evil thing is near.
It whispers in the chimney,
And I strike the log to flame,
Lest it come down and take me
To the land that hath no name.
For once I had a sister,
Who now am left alone,
And here we sat together,
When the wind did sigh and moan.
There came a gentle knocking
Quick and sudden at the door,
And my sister hushed my terror,
Saying, ''Tis the wind, a-stór!'
She took my arms from round her,
She kissed me, cheek and chin,
But I cried, 'Oh, little sister,
Do not let the robber in!'
She rose up from me laughing,
But her face was strange and white,
And she opened wide the window,
Looking long into the night.
And I said, 'Oh, little sister,
There is on your cheek a tear!'
''Tis but the rain,' she whispered;
But my heart was full of fear.
And I said, 'Oh, little sister,
There's a hand upon the door.'
Soft she chid me from my crying,
Saying, ''Tis the wind, a-stór.'
And turning from me smiling,
She took down the bar and chain,
But her cheek was like the lily
As she went into the rain.
And I said, 'Oh, little sister,
Will you then return no more?'
But I only heard the pushing
Of the wind upon the door.
Long I cried, 'Oh, little sister,
Will you soon come back again?'
But I only heard the beating
Of the storm upon the pane.
Now my mother sits in sorrow,
Weeping all the livelong day;
And I think she dreads the robber
Who did take her child away.
So I put up bar and shutter
When the wind goes howling by,
For I know when it comes knocking
That some evil thing is nigh.
poem by Dora Sigerson Shorter
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A Dream Part One
laying there in the moring sun
thinking of you pericious one
cheek to cheek
hand to hand
eye to eye
lip to lip
I see the beauty in you
god your beautiful
your touch
you lips
your smile
your eyes
I love that about you
when we touch
when we make hug
when we make love
our body's become's one
I want you
I need you
I long for you
I love you
But I have to go now
this is only a dream
maybe in reality
we could be
together as one
the way it should be
goodbye lover
I'll see you
In my dreams
But not in reality
Syntax: Postlude to Love
tiers of words
enveloping
c
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c
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n
g
salted
fresh with tears
and
gusts of crocodile
b r e a t h
taking
d
o
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n
my meat from dust-
covered shelves that
I m a y d a n c e
cheek to cheek with
your butcher's knife
the spring ran dry
exhausting itself
with racking gurgles
and in the wake
of its demise
the romantics arose
to bury our relationship
in the bloodied adjectival phrases
where it died that morning.
`
poem by Frederick Kesner
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A Kissed Hand
There was no hint that he
would take my hand
and there plant a kiss.
There was no warning
that it would tingle first
and rush to my very center;
the brush of soft lips
I think
the unusualness,
the velvety breath
those eyes of his
looking up as he placed
his mouth there lingering
which too
caused another rush
rudding my cheeks
to crimson hue.
No one kisses hands these days
but he did;
and I so suprized I almost curtised
but flummoxed instead I
placed my hand
on his adoring cheek
planting there
my own kiss;
a gesture proffered
but meantime he
took my hand
and placed it upon his other cheek-
a startling match between hand and kiss
was all it took
for romance to begin-
no matter how far any romance might go-
because in love
much is to be said for perfect beginnings
and small gestures.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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How Do I Forgive And Forget?
it is like being invited
to her wedding party
and i attend handing
her the gift
and still kiss her
casually
cheek to cheek
and yes
i feel nothing silly
anymore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Leprechaun
The leprechaun came out on a moonlit night,
All dressed in green and a hat with a feather so bright,
Which swayed up and down and tickled his nose,
But this did not stop him for around he rode
On his fairy chariot down into the glen,
Followed by a band of fairy men. They danced and laughed with glee,
Played hide and seek behind the old oak tree,
Music could be heard from a fairy's fiddle,
Some told stories and they all had a giggle. They drank wine and water to a quarter to nine,
Then someone said it was now time,
So they all crept away and fell asleep
In a deep, deep slumber because they were all very weak
And they lay together cheek to cheek.
poem by Carole Lawrence
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Love Ridden
Love ridden, Ive looked at you
With the focus I gave to my birthday candles
Ive wished on the lidded blue flames
Under your brow
And baby, I wished for you
Nobody sees when you are lying in your bed
And I wanna crawl in with you
But I cry instead
I want your warm, but it will only make
Me colder when its over
So I cant tonight, baby
No, not baby anymore - if I need you
Ill just use your simple name
Only kisses on the cheek from now on
And in a little while, well only have to wave
My hand wont hold you down no more
The path is clear to follow through
I stood too long in the way of the door
And now Im giving up on you
No, not baby anymore - if I need you
Ill just use your simple name
Only kisses on the cheek from now on
And in a little while, well only have to wave
No, not baby anymore - if I need you
Ill just use your simple name
Only kisses on the cheek from now on
And in a little while, well only have to wave
song performed by by Fiona Apple
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Upon His Picture
When age hath made me what I am not now,
And every wrinkle tells me where the plow
Of time hath furrowed; when an ice shall flow
Through every vein, and all my head wear snow;
When death displays his coldness in my cheek,
And I myself in my own picture seek,
Not finding what I am, but what I was,
In doubt which to believe, this or my glass:
Yet though I alter, this remains the same
As it was drawn, retains the primitive frame
And first complexion; here will still be seen
Blood on the cheek, and down upon the chin;
Here the smooth brow will stay, the lively eye,
The ruddy lip, and hair of youthful dye.
Behold what frailty we in man may see,
Whose shadow is less given to change than he!
poem by Thomas Randolph
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My Name Is Not Cheek Turner or NockMee Tu Mie-Neese
I am not trying to suppress,
Or will hide my being upset...
Not at all.
When and if that should happen.
Instant feedback I deliver.
I witness others doing that.
With tremendous success.
To receive pats on their backs.
And their butts rubbed...
Or gently smacked.
I am not humored by that!
Not at all.
I am not impressed,
By those who express a lack of concern.
And those who valiantly shoulder their burdens...
In the quietness of their non-protest?
I give them my respect!
Since I know I'd be arrested.
No burdens do I shoulder,
Placed there by someone else.
I am not a product of my delusions.
And I am certainly not the one,
To cross my fingers behind my back.
As someone wishes me 'good luck'...
After attacking my character for fun and fast chat.
While dumping trash upon my path!
To have me pass along my rage and anger.
My name is not Cheek Turner!
Or NockMee Tu Mie-Neese.
I speak English fluently.
And if someone steps on my toes...
They will know without an interpretor,
Where to go and 'how' I intend...
To implant my right foot.
And I don't mind standing patiently on my left,
For balance and support.
'Slap me out some rhythm on those 'keys', Maybelle! '
My name is not Cheek Turner or NockMee Tu Mie-Neese.
My name is 'not'
Cheek Turner.
Or NockMee Tu Mie-Neese.
My name is not Cheek Turner or NockMee Tu Mie-Neese.
You play with this fire...
You'll get burned.
Hey-hey!
My name is not Cheek Turner or NockMee Tu Mie-Neese.
My name is 'not'
Cheek Turner.
Or NockMee Tu Mie-Neese.
My name is not Cheek Turner or NockMee Tu Mie-Neese.
You play with this fire...
You'll get burned.
And you'll get exactly,
What you've earned!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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