Most Sweet it is
. Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes
To pace the ground, if path be there or none,
While a fair region round the traveller lies
Which he forbears again to look upon;
Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene,
The work of Fancy, or some happy tone
Of meditation, slipping in between
The beauty coming and the beauty gone.
If Thought and Love desert us, from that day
Let us break off all commerce with the Muse:
With Thought and Love companions of our way,
Whate'er the senses take or may refuse,
The Mind's internal heaven shall shed her dews
Of inspiration on the humblest lay.
poem by William Wordsworth
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Sweet Inspiration
Written by s. welton-jaimes, j. & m. jaimes
Sweet inspiration
Through the nation
With elation for your love
Inspiration, sweet inspiration
Sweet inspiration
Through the nation
With elation for your love
Inspiration, sweet sensation
You really do something special to me
And theres nothing better
Than when youre lying in my arms
So glad we got together
I never needed nobody
Until you came along
And this feelings so strong
I should be working on something
But I aint got the time
Ive got you on my mind
Sweet inspiration
Baby youre my, sweet inspiration
Baby youre my, sweet inspiration
Baby youre my, sweet inspiration
The thought of you gives me butterflies
And I feel so happy
Whenever you reach out for me
This is how it should be
And Ive just got to be with you
Nothing else can compare
Just as long as youre there
And Ill never desert you
Cos you fill me with pride
Baby you changed my life
Sweet inspiration
Baby youre my, sweet inspiration
Baby youre my, sweet inspiration
Baby youre my, sweet inspiration
When I cant think clearly
Just one kiss is all I need
Then I look in your eyes
And I know, I know, I know, Im yours
Sweet inspiration
Through the nation
With elation for your love
Inspiration, sweet sensation
Sweet inspiration
Baby youre my, sweet inspiration
Baby youre my, sweet inspiration
Baby youre my, sweet inspiration
We got the love
Yeah got the love
We got the love
Yeah got the love
We got the love !!
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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Beauty, Beauty
Beauty, beauty in the light. Beauty, Beauty falling through. How sweet must beauty, beauty be. Beauty, beauty how it's happy. Beauty, beauty in the sky and in the grass. Beauty, beauty in the trees. Beauty, beauty on the ground. Beauty, beauty crawling on the ground. Beauty, beauty always climbing. Beauty, beauty that we are sirrounded by.
poem by Shania K. Younce
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Thought Waves
Thought waves flow
and transmute
as they transform
across the cosmic continuum.
The beauty of the thought
transforms everything;
from the beauty
of the crystalline thought;
seasoned souls shine
forth radiantly.
Through the beauty of the thought
flows the beauty of the soul
from the beauty of the thought
from the beauty of the soul.
From flesh that was receptive
to flesh or form that was adored;
as the beauty of love grows
instinctively naturally;
thus love complimented
guides throughout eternity.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Bless me, Heavenly Father
Your Beauty,
Your Beauty is efficiently healing me,
Your beauty is the attic grace,
Your beauty is fighting again’st hell of other’s,
I feel that you are all sane,
Heaven in my thought’s you I hold,
You are the sunshine, so heal me Christ,
Tell me I’m the beauty of Sanity,
Every Being alive shared that love,
Your Beauty never died,
Your Beauty made me move on and on,
Every Beauty I perceive are these,
Infinite thought’s,
Your Beauty that I feed,
Your Grace all efficiently Blessing me.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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Parpa
He is called Parpa ad
My love to him is like beauty and the beast;
But i do know his story and feelings too.
Our hearts will grow on this love,
And i will surrender all that i have to him;
For life is all about the muse of love.
I will not worry much about what i have,
Since i am in love with him;
But when life is empty, where will i go without him?
There are more things we do behind close doors,
And Parpa is my man on this muse so sweet;
For he has all that it takes to love me.
Making love with him is all that makes me go round deeper than ever!
For the first time that i ever saw his face,
I knew that he was the one to carry me on like the blues of songs.
I thought the sun reflected on the rose of love beside me,
So i will never leave him alone on this love;
For Parpa is my man so sweet on this muse that satisfies my heart.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Naresh
Beauty is in your eyes and i do love you,
But many have to go through pain before they are beautified.
Everythin is beautiful around you an di am very much enlightened!
Everything is mollifying around you and i am very glad;
But your love is like the Red Hills of Jamaica! !
And i will find you one day my sweet Naresh.
Of the hard candy and the sweet memories,
Of the soft candy and the romantic nights,
You are so beautiful to me my sweet Naresh;
And beauty behoves the one who has it.
You are so attractive to me,
And your body is an option to my love;
But beauty is not politically correct with others!
You are so beautiful to me,
And like the abstractions of my love towards you;
For i am glad to be beside you always,
For your sweet love is all that makes my world goes round and round!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Blind Love
The blind love
Beauty and love
Together resided
Heavenly resorts above
And were guided
By the spirits divine
Incited them to always align
Gamboled they hand in hand
Place like a fairy land
Happy like victorious prince
Jealous were the happiness thence
Love, importune for beauty
Forgetting her divine duty
Hovered over like a moth
On the lightened luminous path
Never would they go astray
Promised under the broad day
One night they were making love
The beauty saw shining moon above
The moon light was so sweet
Beauties praised it and too repeat
Love was jealous of beauty infidel
Could not bear the moon rival
Come at beauty with a hard blow
Plucked out love’s eyes glow
Since that day the love is blind
And the beauty does not mind
Love and beauty part the way
Since that day are at bay
poem by Akram Saqib
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What is beauty
beauty they say
is being fair of face
beauty is unexplainable
its everywhere, at everyplace
theres beauty in a mothers eyes
and beauty in a babys face
beauty in a soaring tree
and beauty in a
deserted place
beauty in knobbly hands,
that are weathered due to toil and pace
beauty in natures creations
beauty in His kindness and grace
beauty in the joy of parenthood
beauty in the love of friends
beauty too in adversities
and the angels of mercy he also sends
so much beauty, so much joy
all around if we care to see
this world is full of wondrous things
not apparent to you and me
stop to savour reflect awhile
there is beauty all around
things that happen, prayers anwered
His beauty leaves you spellbound
poem by Arti Chopra
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Rose An Inspiration
Rose, the sign of love
Beauty is picturesque
Speaks for itself
An inspiration
Rose, scent is everlasting
Always fresh upon the eyes
Keeping a pose of pure divine
Beauty evokes
An inspiration
Rose, pedals are smooth
With a bounty of great beauty
Shows affectionate feelings
Has a unique power
An inspiration
Rose, sways slowly in a breeze
Perfuming a scent all its own
So, sweet and light
An inspiration
Rose, in full bloom, it is radiant
As it whispers of passion
Breathes of love
An inspiration
Rose, each thorn has a reminder
Rose, is fragile and delicate
Love can hurt
An inspiration
Rose, a token of great love
An inspiration
poem by Elizabeth Grant Price
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Abruzzo's Voice!
The topography,
The act,
The art,
The muse,
The poem,
The poet,
Acquainted with the unique act of Abruzzo's voice!
Nut, try to appreciate its beauty;
And like the muse of sweet love,
But equally delicious to satisfy you! !
Love,
Superiority,
This red wine from your red valley!
But, with the 'Montepulciano Grape';
And, it is ideal for the accompaniment of your joy,
But, this dry red wine is with the muse of your work.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Satiate
In serenade jubilant thy soul be
On the winds of love above love's sea
With lily white skin and azure sweet eyes
Thy look like beauty as thy look on beauty
Transcendent like Christ's heavens skies
Thought, mirth, thy breast bloom gaily
In joyful chorus thy feet whisper steps
Echoing in heaven's delightful alley
High above swooning in cosmic depths
Ecstasy, elixir, thy breathe the mountainous air
Free in the organs of earthly snow
Thy wear the air on thy skin bare
Soft as snow like a tender angels glow
Thy freeze my love in its perfect essence
Like a sculpture chisels perfections posture
An angel fire is born the quintessence
Of art, heaven, love, and beauty, thy temperature
Temperate incarnate with its beauty mine eyes
Satiate…
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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The Wedded Lover
I READ in our old journals of the days
When our first love was April-sweet and new,
How fair it blossomed and deep-rooted grew
Despite the adverse time; and our amaze
At moon and stars and beauty beyond praise
That burgeoned all about us: gold and blue
The heaven arched us in, and all we knew
Was gentleness. We walked on happy ways.
They said by now the path would be more steep,
the sunsets paler and less mild the air;
Rightly we heeded not; it was not true.
We will not tell the secret-let it keep.
I know not how I thought those days so fair
These being so much fairer, spent with you
poem by Christopher Morley
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Beauty and Beauty
When Beauty and Beauty meet
All naked, fair to fair,
The earth is crying-sweet,
And scattering-bright the air,
Eddying, dizzying, closing round,
With soft and drunken laughter;
Veiling all that may befall
After - after -
Where Beauty and Beauty met,
Earth's still a-tremble there,
And winds are scented yet,
And memory-soft the air,
Bosoming, folding glints of light,
And shreds of shadowy laughter;
Not the tears that fill the years
After - after -
poem by Rupert Brooke (1913)
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Love And Beauty
(Mike Pinder)
I look around at other people
I brush their shoulders at the corner of the street
But all they notice is their feet
It wasn't meant this way
Their minds have gone astray
If they could lift their eyes they'd see
There's people smiling just like me and I'll agree
It's not their fault because it's raining
It's all work and no play, it's just another day
(Love) Love and beauty (Love)
(Love) Love and beauty (Love)
(Love) Love and beauty (Love)
Should be everybody's duty
To welcome every man as a friend
I wish that I could change the world
For every boy there'd be a girl for him to know
And maybe people would look up
Then they might realize they're not the only ones alive
(Love) Love and beauty (Love)
(Love) Love and beauty (Love)
(Love) Love and beauty (Love)
Should be everybody's duty
To welcome every man as a friend
(Love) Love and beauty (Love)
(Love) Love and beauty (Love)
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song performed by by Moody Blues
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Bones in the desert
Where pilgrims seek the Prophet's tomb
Across the Arabian waste,
Upon the ever-shifting sands,
A fearful path is traced.
Far up to the horizon's verge,
The traveller sees it rise, --
The line of ghastly bones that bleach
Beneath those burning skies.
Across it, tempest and simoom
The desert sands have strewed,
But still that line of spectral white
Forever is renewed.
For while along that burning track,
The caravans move on,
Still do the way-worn pilgrims fall,
Ere yet the shrine be won.
There the tired camel lays him down
And shuts his gentle eyes;
And there the fiery rider droops,
Toward Mecca looks and dies.
They fall unheeded from the ranks: --
On sweeps the endless train,
But there, to mark the desert path,
Their whitening bones remain.
And thus I read the mournful tale,
Upon the traveller's page,
I thought how like the march of life
Is this sad pilgrimage.
For every heart hath some fair dream,
Some object unattained,
And far off in the distance lies
Some Mecca to be gained.
But beauty, manhood, love and power
Go in their morning down,
And longing eyes and outstretched arms,
Tell of the goal unwon.
The mighty caravan of life
Above their dust may sweep,
Nor shout, nor trampling feet shall break
The rest of those who sleep.
Oh! fountains that I have not reached,
That gush far off e'en now,
When shall I quench my spirit's thirst
Where your sweet waters flow.
Oh! Mecca of my life-long dreams,
Cloud palaces that rise
In that far distance, pierced by hope,
When will ye greet mine eyes.
The shadows lengthen toward the East
From the declining sun,
And the pilgrim, as ye still recede,
Sighs for the journey done.
poem by Anne Lynch Botta from Poems (1848)
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At Juliet's Tomb.
This fair woman who is dead
(Sung so sweet of long ago)
Lies not in a mortal bed —
Song has made her couch to grow
With all sweet things, as they stir
Like unfading growths that cling
In an everlasting spring
Round her Poet's dream of her.
Time is dead — she has not died!
All the light of beauty stays,
As if the sweet lips replied
To whate'er her lover says
O'er the tomb to her, as he
Fingers her undying hair:
Such is death when Love is there,
Love that lives in poesy.
poem by Robert Crawford
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Actual Beauty!
Beauty without love will meet with the fate of Dorian Gray!
Beauty is the outer make up to make one look better;
Actual beauty differs from apparent one in almost all cases.
Actual beauty is inner love glowing bright out attractive at once;
True beauty is inner beauty naturally impressive in all respects.
Beauty lies in the perfection of thoughts, words and deeds in all;
Beauty is truth, perfection, love, freedom, joy and peace in one!
Art is a work of beauty as adequate expression only can complete it;
Poetry is an art as it makes beauty out of chaos logically meaningful.
Architectural work of Pyramid or Pisa is a frozen beauty of symmetry!
poem by Ramesh T A
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What's In Your Heart
True beauty is in the way she laughs
True beauty is in her eyes
True beauty is how she acts
True beauty is inside
True beauty is unseen
True beauty is only felt
True beauty is not mean
True beauty is herself
True beauty can't be cruel
True beauty is bare
True beauty lies within you
True beauty is always there
True Beauty can't be covered with makeup
True beauty means true love
True beauty can't be baked up
True beauty is the flight of a dove
True beauty has no flaws
For True beauty is all that matters after all
poem by Ricky Baker
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My Ideal Man
A man of 360 degrees personality.
A man of many colours.
A man of many souls,
Suited for every single season,
Tailored for a fair number of tasks.
He is my ideal man.
It is not his outward beauty,
But his devastating internal brilliance.
A man of amazing aspiration,
Who issues incredible inspiration.
You are my ideal man.
A man like a magnet,
Drawing into his fold and bosom,
All panaches of people,
‘Cos he commands remarkable respect,
And radiates astonishing admiration.
That is my ideal man.
A man like Solomon,
Displaying incomparable intelligence,
Demonstrating wondrous wisdom,
Deadly dependable for solutions,
A consistent counselor,
And a handy one-stop resource center.
You are my ideal man.
A man of the people,
Sympathetic and exceptionally empathetic, ,
Firm but flagrantly fair,
Identifying persistently with the people,
Fighting with and for the people,
Sharing joy and pain with the people.
You are my ideal man.
My ideal man,
Lastly but foremost,
A paragon of a God-fearing person.
With biblical statutes his only standards.
A man honourable but humble,
A man of humility and humor,
A man of love, peace and truth,
A man of Godly justice,
Not fearing whose ox is jabbed.
He is my ideal man
poem by Emmanuel Oduro
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Decalogue Of The Artist
I. You shall love beauty, which is the shadow of God
over the Universe.
II.There is no godless art. Although you love not the
Creator, you shall bear witness to Him creating His likeness.
III.You shall create beauty not to excite the senses
but to give sustenance to the soul.
IV. You shall never use beauty as a pretext for luxury
and vanity but as a spiritual devotion.
V. You shall not seek beauty at carnival or fair
or offer your work there, for beauty is virginal
and is not to be found at carnival or fair.
VI. Beauty shall rise from your heart in song,
and you shall be the first to be purified.
VII.The beauty you create shall be known
as compassion and shall console the hearts of men.
VIII.You shall bring forth your work as a mother
brings forth her child: out of the blood of your heart.
IX. Beauty shall not be an opiate that puts you
to sleep but a strong wine that fires you to action,
for if you fail to be a true man or a true woman,
you will fail to be an artist.
X. Each act of creation shall leave you humble,
for it is never as great as your dream and always
inferior to that most marvelous dream of God
which is Nature.
poem by Gabriela Mistral
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