In The Sands Of Passion
In the sands of passion
A family of turtles layed their eggs
One by one
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Save The Sea Turtles
Turtles follow the light of the moon,
Lay their eggs in the lagoon.
Humans have so many lights,
Hurts sea turtles late at night.
11,000 endangered and threatened
“turtles of the sea”
Please keep your outside lights off please.
Have a motion detector to protect your place,
Keep Sea Turtles alive and safe.
Go to www.seaturtlesspacecoast.org
help sea turtles weather the storm.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Two Little Turtles
I saw them-
two little turtles holding hands
standing heads up above a dark stone;
One was slightly above the other,
clutching his lover's hand.
I went near them and stared as the
one below hid her face from me.
Sweet as they seem, I wondered
if ever they, in their graceful moves
feel the heat of the passion built.
The passion of touching one another-
of just even being close to each other.
I wish you'd see them too...
two little turtles holding hands.
I looked up at the sky waving at me
as though he saw the loneliness in my eyes.
And then i wondered where you are
and when can i hold your hand,
or when can i just be with you;
when can we be together
like the two little turtles
sweetly holding hands.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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Regret
i do not know much about turtles
but i like to know one
they say turtles are not really slow
they are just gentle
and cool
as they live more in the water
rather than
on land
i have regrets though
not having known
that turtles
just want to be slow
and be not rushed
like
they are forced to be what they are not
by this rabbit
but there's one thing though that hurts
when turtles claim the value
of rationality
as though it is the only ingredient of a good
personality
i like to say, i like emotions too
turtles and rabbits that feel and tell the world
not to hurt each other anymore
but just be themselves
and be free and
be loved
and be appreciated
for what they are
unique
and long for a clique
i still think that this world is as beautiful as me
as you
as we together
writing poems and have fun
wading on the pond and basking in the sun
come, come, let us join our hands
rabbits and turtles on strong bonds
smile!
(see we have this picture now)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Jamaican Guy
Take a toke from the smoke,
Never standing by the door,
Just stretching out pan de floor,
That way him dont fall over,
No way him gwan fall out pan me,
That way him wont fall over,
No way him gwan fall out pan me.
cause hes layed back, not laying back,
Layed back, not worried back,
Layed back, not thinking back,
Layed back, never holding back,
My jamaican guy, my jamaican guy.
When my dread start to sw..
Him no think if it hot nor cold,
We just come in a de riva cold,
Dat way him dont waste him wata,
No way it gwan run out pan him,
Dat way him dont waste him wata,
No way it gwan run out pan him.
cause hes layed back, not worried back,
Layed back, not thinking back,
Layed back, not laying back,
Layed back, never holding back,
My jamaican guy, my jamaican guy.
My j.a. guy.
Take my life for a drive,
Never need to change his tools,
Him drive like a stubborn mule,
Dat way him naw go plop plop,
No way gas gwan bun out pan him,
Dat way him naw go plop plop,
No way gas gwan bun out pan him.
cause hes layed back, not thinking back,
Layed back, not worried back,
Layed back, not laying back,
Layed back, never holding back,
My jamaican guy,
My j.a. guy.
song performed by by Grace Jones
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Jesus Christ
Written by Woodie Guthrie
One, two, three, four
Well Jesus was a man
Who traveled through the land
A hard working man and brave
Well he said to the rich 'Give your money to the poor'
For they layed Jesus Christ in his grave
Hale, halelujah
Hale, halelujah
Hale, halelujah
For they layed Jesus Christ is his grave
Well he went to the preacher
He went to the law
And told them all the same
He said sell all your jewelery and give it to the poor
For they layed Jesus Christ in his grave
Hale, halelujah
Hale, halelujah
Hale, halelujah
For they layed Jesus Christ in his grave
When Jesus came to town all the working folks around
Believed what he did say
Well the bankers and the preachers
They nailed him on a cross
For they layed Jesus Christ in his grave
And [hard] working people
They followed him around
They sung and shouted gay
Well the cops and the soldiers
They nailed him in the head
And they layed Jesus Christ in his grave
Oh, hale, halelujah
Hale, halelujah
Hale, halelujah
For they layed Jesus Christ in his grave
Hale, halelujah
Hale, halelujah
Hale, halelujah
For they layed Jesus Christ in his grave
Well this song was written in New York City
A rich man, preacher and slave
Well if Jesus was to preach while he preached in Galilee
They would lay Jesus Christ in his grave
One, two, three, four!
Hale, halelujah
Hale, halelujah
Hale, halelujah
For they layed Jesus Christ in his grave
Hale, halelujah
Hale, halelujah
Hale, halelujah
For they layed Jesus Christ in his grave
song performed by by U2
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Pearls
There was a time
When I shared
My every little perception
With you.
Like a pregnant oyster
I unloaded pearls of writhing emotions
Upon your limitless ocean bed;
As dinosaurs laying eggs upon sands,
Never bothered to think-
What would become
Of the overburdened sand-bed
Once the eggs hatched.
Now that you are gone,
I collect my own pearls
And string them up into wreaths
Of unexpressed desires,
And set them afloat
Upon my ocean of tears.
Alone
I’m from a family of seven
which to most it would seem
as if I would never be lonely.
But somehow in all that crowd
I always feel as if I’m alone.
Alone as a feather on the wind,
or alone as a single grain of sands.
My voice speaks but no one in the
family hears it. I reach out for
a hug but all I grasp is air.
I’m alone.
Alone as one ripple is on the sea.
Alone as the sun is in the sky.
In a family of seven somehow
I’m alone.
A Family
a family
like no one can see
a family
everyone wants to be
family love
comes from above
family love
is softer than a dove
family means a lot
life will never rot
family means a lot
u will sometimes get caught
a family loves you for you
and you love them very much to
a family means everything to you
without them u wouldn't know what to do
a family
poem by Angel Of Passion 016
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Sands of Our Land
I long to touch the sands of our land
Were my ancestors and forefathers roamed?
Were my mother played and laughed in the sands
As she learnt her customs of old
Tradition is strong along with family and friends
The bond that one shares never ends
But when they move on
And are no longer there
We mourn the loss of family and friends
We cry in vain hoping to see them once more
But alas they are gone and no more
So with a sigh and one last cry
We hold them close
And dear to our hearts and our dreams
Now and Forever more
poem by Kaila George
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Plastic Passion
Plastic passion is a hard to handle
Plastic passion is a sold out scandal
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is the ladies lover
Plastic passion is the marble mother
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a diamond delight
Plastic passion is the nadir of night
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a hycoscine heart
Plastic passion is a transparent tart
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a gold guarantee
The plastic passion is murdering me
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
song performed by by Cure
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Family Possession
In your own world,
the world who don't know,
what its mean,
what its theme,
The way you think,
the way you look,
at a family member,
no one know,
what its thinking about.
Your mind should think positive,
pray to God it won't oppose.
No one in your family,
no one as your friends,
not even yourself,
knows that you in love with someone,
in your family tree,
more than just a family.
The way you're obsessed,
the way you empress,
on a family member,
that you're deeply in love with,
will lead you to emotional choas,
and confusion on that person,
and other family members,
who starts to realize.
Your wife will leave you,
in suffering passion,
leaving you as she,
sees you in a shameful matter.
Shame on you,
for exporting your love to someone else,
shame on you,
for not giving your attention to your wife,
shame on you,
for using incest movement.
The more you're obsessive,
the more worst it gets,
the more passion will suffer,
as your wife,
leaves you.
poem by Mathew Cruz
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Green Eggs & Ham
I do not like green eggs and ham
I do not like them
Sam, I am
I do not like them here or there
I do not like them anywhere
I do not like them in a boat
I would not, could not, with a goat
I will not eat them in the rain
I do not like them on a train
I do not like them in a box
I will not eat them with a fox
I do not like them in a house
I would not, could not, with a mouse
I do not like green eggs and ham
I do not like them
Sam, I am
Green eggs and ham
Green eggs and ham
Dont like green eggs and ham
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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THEY call it family
not one less
of this family that must stick together and always save
one another, be it
whatever, a financial distress
emotional stress, societal imbalance,
technological displacements
the family shall be first
even in crime
passion, the family is one
in all conspiracies
not one less, each must be saved from shame
from destruction
i am tired of this,
i am getting out, i am now a stranger, alone
against this family, i speak my mind, i blow the whistle
now, kill me
i am a corpse, i have long been dead in the dark chambers
of this family
the secrets too deadly,
kill me now, i dare, only if you can....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Where Is My Passion
Where is my passion
Far too much pain
Where is my passion
Must I love in vain?
Where is my passion
I need must know
Where is my passion
I want so much to grow
Where is my passion
Lost in your lips
Where is my passion
I feel for your kiss
Where is my passion
Lost in your eyes
Where is my passion
Release me to fly
Where is my passion
There in your hands
Where is my passion
Touch me…expand
Where is my passion
Please…be a man
poem by Fleurette Elaine Harris
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THEY call it family
not one less
of this family that must stick together and always save
one another, be it
whatever, a financial distress
emotional stress, societal imbalance,
technological displacements
the family shall be first
even in crime
passion, the family is one
in all conspiracies
not one less, each must be saved from shame
from destruction
i am tired of this,
i am getting out, i am now a stranger, alone
against this family, i speak my mind, i blow the whistle
now, kill me
i am a corpse, i have long been dead in the dark chambers
of this family
the secrets too deadly,
kill me now, i dare, only if you can....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The things I love with a passion
I rock and roll with passion
I talk out my soul with a passion
I eat good food with passion
I defeat bad mood with a passion
I sleep well with passion
I weep hell with a passion
I dream endlessly with passion
I gleam ceaselessly with a passion
I aim for money with passion
I do the same for honey with a passion
I listen carefully with passion
I glisten dutifully with a passion
I search for fame with passion
I research to blame with a passion
I walk everyday with passion
I talk and play with a passion
I embrace life with passion
I face nightlife with a passion
I laugh out with passion
I chaffe about with a passion
I cook with others with passion
I look at mothers with a passion
I touch gently with passion
I clutch tightly with a passion
I work hard with a passion
I rock mad with a passion
I gear up goals with passion
I stir up roles with a passion
I make friends with passion
I take weekends with a passion
I love kissing with passion
I love teasing with a passion
I make love with passion
I take from above with a passion
If push comes to shove
Label me old fashioned
For these are things I caption
In life with all my passion
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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The Screams Of Passion
Performed by the family
{from the family (1985)}
Woah, no. woah, yeah.
Woah, no, woah no, yeah, yeah
Theres a gentle autumn breeze
That blows whenever we be lyin
Lyin in my bed
The moon appears and disappears
U look at me, my clothes I quickly
I quickly shed
The curtains dance a minuet
Autumn plays the music baby
Come on hold my hand
Leaves are fallin velvet splash
Only u and I can under
Only u can understand
The sunlight draws a picture
Through the silky lace that hangs above your
Hangs above your door
A picture that is waving
That is seems to be with every thrust
U make me beg for more
A robin sings a masterpiece
That lives and dies unheard
For screams of passion
A sound produced by two in love (oh, two in love)
Curtains dance and autumn plays on (and on and on)
The screams of passion
All I hear in my [head/hair]
Echoing like a volcano baby
The screams of passion
Back and forth the raging seas of lust
I want u madly
Cant u tell, cant u tell
Cant u tell, cant u tell, ow!
Take me in your arms, oh baby
The crime is done
Id rather die here in your
Screams of passion (woah, hold me now, baby)
Tell me that u [want/love] me (tell me that u [want/love] me)
Is it sunday or is it passion?
The screams of passion (the screams of passion, yeah)
The screams of... the screams of...
The screams of passion (passion)
Yeah! (shhh, not so loud, baby)
Yeah! (shhh, shhh)
The screams of passion
The screams of passion
The screams of passion
The screams of... the screams of...
The screams of passion
The screams of passion
Back and forth the raging seas of lust
Raging, raging (the screams of passion)
U know I want u madly, baby
Why cant u tell?
Is it sunday?
I thought I heard a churchbell (or was it passion? )
Passion (yeah, yeah)
Passion
The screams of passion
Whatd u say baby?
Excuse me but is that your passion?
Do u want my passion?
Do u want my passion?
If u want my love
If u want my body baby
Let me hear u... let me hear u... let...
Let me hear u scream
I want some passion
U know what Im talkin about baby?
I want some passion
U got that baby?
I want some passion
Passion
song performed by by Prince
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“My Family”
My family is very strong like me
My family is actually very sweet
My family can be a little strict
My family always acts like this
My family is not always boring
When my family has things to do their flying and soaring
My family is actually sometimes crazy
Their even sometimes very lazy
Me trying to think about the facts of my family
Makes me laugh because I know I have a great family highly
poem by Va Rockeya Foy
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Putting all the eggs in one basket
Every time I leave
Mother always reminds me
This: do not put all your eggs
In one basket,
Because when I fall
All the eggs will break and I will be left with
Nothing.
Even a nincompoop understands that.
Oh mama! I do not have those many eggs
And she does not have any basket,
We sure both, have nothing to lose.
Thanks for the reminder, anyway.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ice Cut In The Air
Ice cut in the air
Where dried out stalks
Stick through
Boone Pond.
Cattail’s long, green,
Knife-edge leaves
Bends three feet
With wind.
Shaken pads fold
Dried rust color
Locust leaves like bells.
Frog jump
As I approach.
Hand size turtles
Warm themselves
At bank’s end.
Shells of mallard eggs
Grinned into the soil.
poem by David E. Patton
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