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To my daughter

The snow owl sings its songlike melody
as we dance alone in the moonlight
your short brown hair curls up at the ends
-you smell so sweet!
I hold you close to me as we gaze at the stars above
Your almond-shaped eyes sparkle with every moment that passes
-your laughters contagious
You whisper 'i love you' as im spinning you around
-Thats when i melt
MY DAUGHTER! -MY BLOOD! -MY EVERYTHING!

poem by Sarah Pajarillo
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Dance dance dance

Dance in the moon light with,
All the stars in sight
Dance to the smiles
Dance in the shadows my love
Dance dance dance.

You may think I'm crazy
I'd dance in the moonlight
I'll dance when I want to
Please let me dance
Dance dance dance

Dancer take my hand to your,
Hand
I need to dance
Close your blue eyes,
Hold me in your arms and,
Dance dance dance.

poem by Maria Luisa Taylor
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Dance, Dance, Dance.

Dance, Dance, Dance
Dance your sweat away
Dance the infectious beat
The hall is full
The music is great
Thumb, thumb, thumb
Our feet make a go
Eyes glitter a world so great
Voices smart and coy
over shoulders they whisper
Dance, Dance, Dance
The silvery moon is up
Stars glitter birds to nest
It is a sweet melody
A journey starts, Dance
Sweet melody and breath
A union!
A young one will see day
Dance, Dance, Dance.

poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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Unlike Mother, Unlike Daughter

Her heart breaks for something she'll never have
A daughter of perfect honesty and obedience
With fair hair and bright eyes
Everything her son is

Instead the mother bore something strange
A loser, a liar, a Mrs. Lovett wannabe
Swearing not to change
Everything she doesn't want, doesn't need

But her daughter doesn't want to love anybody
She doesn't want love in return
She's sick of man's petty "acceptance"
She doesn't need "lessons" to learn

The Mother explains, "She understands, "
Clichés, "Daughter, tell me anything."

But her daughter knows,
She'd be afraid of what's in her head
Mother won't understand
The demons that chase her and charm her
For a while…

And scariest of all
The daughter realizes
The man she loves
She loves alone

It's sad to think about the monster
The Daughter holds so intrinsically close…

Her heart breaks for something she'll never have
A vengeful god of perfectly destructive melancholy
With dark hair and dark eyes
They try to tell her otherwise
But only the Daughter knows what her heart cannot compromise

Mother tries to convince her
Tries to stop a "fictional infatuation"
Still the daughter, unfazed, replies,
"You know you are my only condemnation."

poem by Gabrielle Fleming
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Hold You, Kiss You, Love You

(byron hill/jack jones/frank mickey jones, jr.)
Youre lookin at me
Like the first time we met
I can tell that youre needing
That feeling you get when i
Hold you, kiss you, love you
Hold you, kiss you, love you
So darlin surrender
Right here in my arms
Love will be waiting
Wherever we are when i
Hold you, kiss you, love you
Hold you, kiss you, love you
Just close your eyes
And Ill take you away
Let go of everything
Whisper my name when i
Hold you, kiss you, love you
Like I do
Hold you, kiss you, love you
Hold you, kiss you, love you
Just close your eyes
And Ill take you away
Let go of everything
Whisper my name when i
Hold you, kiss you, love you
Like I do
When tangled sheets
In the dark of the night
Ill wake you up in the
Sweet mornin light when i
Hold you, kiss you, love you
Just close your eyes
And Ill take you away
Let go of everything
Whisper my name when i
Hold you, kiss you, love you
Like I do

song performed by by Toby Keith
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Father and Daughter

The bond, the love, the connection
When she looks at you, you melt
When she holds your hand, you melt
When she cuddles you, you melt

A pureness, an honesty, a total love
A desire to be there for each other
Distance is no matter, love travels

Always thinking, always loving
A genuine, long-lasting, never-ending togetherness

From life to death and beyond
A father and daughter's love will always live on

I love you, my daughter!

poem by Craig Piercy
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A Brown Study

LET them sing of their primrose and cowslip,
Their daffodil-gold-coloured hair,
Their bluebells, blue eyes, and white violets,
All the pale dreamy things they find fair;
Give me stir of brown leaves in the sunshine,
The whir of brown wings through the wheat,
The rush of brown hares through the clover,
And the light in brown eyes of my sweet!

Gold hair? Well, I never could love it,
Yet gold, I suppose, has its worth;
The head that I love is as dusky
As the breast of our mother, the earth;
With a gleam like the shine of wet seaweed,
Round pools that the tide has left clear,
And warm like the breast of a linnet,
And as brown, is the hair of my dear.

From the edge of the cliff we look downwards
On the shore, and the bay, and the town,
And brown is the short turf we lean on,
The fishing-boats' sails are all brown:
The sky may be blue--that's the background,--
But the picture itself, to be fair,
However it's shaded and varied,
Should be brown as the dress that you wear.

A lark bursts to sudden sweet singing--
That tuft of brown grass is his home--
And now, a brown speck, he is rising
Against the clear windy sky-dome;
And he sings--how I know? Love instructs me
To know all his notes, what they mean--
That it isn't the colour I care for,
But yourself, oh, my gipsy, my queen!

Ah! the lark knows my heart--I his language;
It's my heart he sings out to the skies;
It is you that I love, and what matter
The colour of hair or of eyes?
No doubt I should love you as dearly
Were your hair like an apricot's down,
And your eyes like the grey of the morning;
But I'm glad, all the same, that they're brown.

poem by Edith Nesbit
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Midnight Love

My sweet darling dance with me in my dreams
Hear the melody of love play or’ and or’
Watch the fireflies light our dance floor
Let the moon be our crystal ball, spin round and round

Hold me close as clouds we waltz upon
Our hearts take flight
As we look into each other’s eyes
And the kiss we share tastes of sweet honey

My sweet darling dance with me in my dreams
Feel my heart beat next to yours
As they beat in perfect harmony
Becoming one

My body becoming weak as your arms wrap around me
All will surrenders to your desires
I become putty in your hands
Shape me my love

My sweet darling dance with me in my dreams
We have tonight and tomorrow may never be
So hold me close and dream away with me
As we dance to the song of a midnight love

poem by Patricia Gale
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Mother And Daughter...

Mother and daughter,
Are very close,
They are best friends,
And can be enemy's sometimes,
They laugh and cry,
Call each other names,
And mess around,
And there still as close as ever,
Nothing will ruin their mother and daughter relationship,
Not even boys,
They may keep secrets,
From one another, but there still there,
to care and help,
their still mother and daughter.

Wrote about a mother and daughter love

poem by StaceyLeigh Olner
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My Daughter's Eyes

When i look in my daughter's eyes
Its like looking into the skies
When i look in my daughter's eyes
Sometimes all i see is her cries
When i look in my daughter's eyes
You will never see any goodbyes
when i look in my daughter's eyes
People will never be downsize
When i look in my daughter's eyes
Maybe there will be some lies

poem by Marlena Steiner
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My Favorite Colors

Blue is my favorite color drawn from the seas and skies.
It beautifies my mother’s and two of my daughter’s eyes.
It also imbues the flag of my country where freedom is dear.
That’s why when I feel blue, I know happiness must be near.

Red is a close second and I’ll always remember why.
As a child I loved fire engines and the Monarch butterfly.
For me the lovely, regal rose created this exquisite color.
Many shades exist, but it’s hard to focus on any other.

Yellow is another color that has always caught my eye.
It explodes from the morning sun; then paints the sunset sky.
I wonder if, in fact, my favorite color might be yellow.
It reminds me of all that is good, positive and mellow.

Green, the color of life, emboldens the countryside.
Eyes of another daughter sparkle this color far and wide.
Though the color of money, it’s more important for me
That it signifies “proceed” toward opportunity.

Brown graces the eyes of my son and wonderful wife.
Before I met my partner, brown didn’t mean much in my life.
Because of her, this color is the most radiant of all.
Her big brown eyes and gentle sighs are why love came to call.

poem by Gregory Huyette
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The King of Erin's Daughter

THE King of Erin's Daughter had wind-blown hair and bright,
The King of Erin's Daughter, her eyes were like the sea;

(O Rose of all the roses, have you forgotten quite
The story of the days of old that once you told to me?)

The King of Erin's Daughter went up the mountain side
And who but she was singing as she went upon her way,
'O somewhere waits a King's Son and I shall be his bride,
And tall he is and fair he is and none shall say him nay.'

The King of Erin's Daughter–O fair was she and sweet–
Went laughing up the mountain without a look behind
Till on the lofty summit that lay beneath her feet
She found a King's Son waiting there, his brows with poppies twined.

O tall was he and fair was he. He looked into her face
And whispered in her ear a word un-named of mortal breath
And very still she rested, clasped close in his embrace,
The King of Erin's Daughter, for the bridegroom's name was Death.

poem by Norah M. Holland
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Sonnet # 313

Mary the little girl of my human dream
Is daughter mine by way of tearful wishing.
I play with her and playing makes her beam
In the places of my mind when musing.
She`s pretty, bright, polite, and quick in helping;
Dark skin, gree eyes, black hair, and teeth so white.
She plays the piano, the guitar, loves reading.
She`s sweetness in her voice that does excite.
She gladly sings and writes good poetry,
Almost fogot, she very well can dance.
And she`s just young the age of six plus three;
Not quite that time when pretties do advance.
So this`s my daughter, pretty daughter Mary.
That ne`er the world did know a sweeter honey.

poem by Luis Estable
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Ravi Shankar’s Daughter

Ooh – I am in love with Ravi Shankar’s daughter
And she doesn’t even know

Do you think her mother knows what she brought us
Do you think her father shouts from the hilltops?

Ooh – I am love with Ravi Shankar’s daughter
And she really should know

My sweet love – Alleluia
I really want to see you - My sweet lord
I really want to be with you
So I can always hear you play
Hare Krishna

I am in love with Ravi Shankar’s daughter
The spirit in her fingers makes my body quiver

Ravi Shankar’s daughter
Rave Shankar’s daughter

Conduct your life like an Indian Master
The best is still to come in the ever after

Love and space dust inside each and all of us
The coiled serpent – the all Seeing Eye

poem by Michael WheelerWyatt
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Shadows Of The Moonlight

In the shadows of the moonlight,
I come to you my dear,
as the chorus of the night
sings out loves sweet lullaby.

In the shadows of the moonlight,
I feel the warmth of passion
as the mist moonlight
extends a twinkle to your eyes.

In the shadows of the moonlight,
I seal loves contentment
with lingering kisses
that brighten the sparkle in your eyes.

In the shadows of the moonlight,
your image will remain
locked in my memory
until once more we meet again.

7 May 2010

poem by David Harris
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Mama, Dont Treat Your Daughter Mean

(ry cooder)
Hey, mama, dont you treat your daughter mean
Hey, mama, dont you treat your daughter mean
cause you treat her so mean and shes only sweet sixteen
It was late last friday evening, when everything was still
I heard somebody calling my name outside my window sill
I got up and I looked outside strainin my eyes to see
And my heart went wild when I realized just who was calling me
I hollered
Hey, mama, dont you treat your daughter mean
Hey, mama, dont you treat your daughter mean
cause you treat her so mean and shes only sweet sixteen
Now, her eyes were blazing up at me
Her hair was black as night
And her naked skin shone like gold
Out in the pale moonlight
She took my hand and she pulled me down
Where the grass had grown up tall
The she moved her body all around
Just like a cannon ball
Hey, mama, dont you treat your daughter mean
Hey, mama, dont you treat your daughter mean
cause you treat her so mean and shes only sweet sixteen
Yonder comes your mama, girl, cross the field
Runnin and a-shakin like an automobile
Daddys got a shotgun in his hand
They just dont understand
The first time I seen that sweet girl
She was runnin home from sunday school
And the next time I seen that sweet little girl
Was when she broke her mamas rule
But the last time I seen that sweet little girl
She was filled with a strange desire
Rollin and tumblin out on the cold wet ground
Her skin burnin up just like a cane fire
She called my name a thousand ways
The tears came streaming down her face
But just when I was bout to blow my stack
Her daddy came a-creepin and a-crawlin up behind
And he shot me in the back

song performed by by Ry Cooder
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Love, Daughter, Forever

A DAUGHTER IS SPECIAL
A DAUGHTER IS DEAR
A PRECIOUS GIFT FROM ABOVE
A DAUGHTER IS A TREASURE
TO FOREVER HOLD NEAR AND LOVE

poem by Irene Santiago
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Your Beautiful Brown Eyes

I'm looking at the sky, so peaceful, so sublime,
This peace invading my being when,
Are shinning serene to my heart,
Your beautiful brown eyes.

The way you hold me in your arms,
The way the stars are shinning,
I'm feeling the mystery of life,
Through your beautiful brown eyes.

When you say that you love me,
Being there, showing you care,
Nothing in this world doesn't matter,
Only your beautiful brown eyes.

Even the day is coming with sun shinning bright on sky,
Even night is falling with a glowing moonlight,
My sun, my moon will always be,
Your beautiful brown eyes.

Essence of life, magic of moment,
Make me feel so alive,
Amazing how much happiness shines,
In your beautiful brown eyes.

poem by Cristina Teodor
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Hey Montana

Hey Montana take your daughter back
From the bathrooms evangalist bound
She believes in destiny
Her name's always misspelled
Waitressing to pay the rent
Drinks to quell the smell
Of people breathing way too close
Folks who don't mean well
[CHORUS]
No one sees the color of your eyes
No one sees you smile
No one knows the secrets that you hide
No one sees you cry
She parks her car two blocks away
From apartment 15A
She walks with somber in her step
And scores along the way
Lose your hue you tiny thing
Dropping patron's wine
Singing to your own sad song
Two feet stuck in the mire
[CHORUS]
Hey Montana take your daughter back
It's clear she needs your care
These bustling streets are icy veins
Of a peace who snuffs her prayer
[CHORUS]
No one sees you cry
No one sees you...
Hey Montana take your daughter back
Hey Montana take your daughter back
Please Montana take your daughter back
Hey Montana take your daughter back
Bones and the truth show through...

song performed by by Eve 6
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She's My Daughter's Age

My daughter is her age

How am I to follow this girl
into the swords and spears of the enemy
when she is my daughter’s age?
she stands looking up at us and
we looking down
presenting to us the battle plan.
her small, thin, childish voice,
barely heard over the deep, loud voices of full grown men,
is feeble compared to past commanders.
she carries no weapon
only a small dagger
which her petite hands hold in the fashion of amateurs.
she wears the thinnest armor available,
her immature body unable to carry anything heavier.

She’s my daughter’s age

Her unruly hair,
a shade lighter than the coffee color of my daughter’s,
runs past her shoulders to the middle of her back.
an inch shorter than my daughter,
the top of her head does not even reach my shoulders.

She’s my daughter’s age
How am I-
“Amen”, she says as she finishes her prayer
reverently making the sign of the cross and walking back to her tent.

I stand there,
processing that last scene in awe
for she may be similar to my daughter
in age, height, and hair
but she has something my daughter does not

Faith.

poem by Luz Gonzalez
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A Fourtunate Father With His New Daughter, -Dedicated To Joyce Loba Flores. by Ray Subrata

The unquenched thirst,
Of Father, for daughter’s love,
Fountains with a call, -Baba,
From a voice of distant land,
While I am in India, my daughter,
In the farthest Philippines stands.

The face of youngest daughter Hamma,
Appears in Jhoy Loba’s image,
I send her a request, and wait.

‘Good evening sir, its my pleasure ‘
‘Thank you sweet little daughter like friend’,
And my psychic lingered willing suspense.

‘It is my pleasure Baba’, -came the message,
Moment made eternity, opening a father’s passage ‘
I felt a touch, as soothing as much,
From the voice of my new daughter,
A flower divine, by nature shines,
By her beauty in my Father’s bower!

The Father in Man remains hidden,
And it opens with a daughter’s call,
It is more than a glory to a Man,
As in the daughter, -the mother resembles!

poem by Bazi alis Subrata Ray
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