Mystery Woman
Curves like an hourglass
hair as soft as silk
eyes as deep as the pacific
lovely legs as long as the Nile
The intelligences of a scholar
the voice of a siren
the soul of a poet
a perverted sense of humor
The perfect woman
unreachable by the average man
a dream
a fantasy
A mystery
poem by Kaysen Fraker
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Letter To A Dream Named Anna
My dear sweet Anna,
You are like a dream come true, but I fear that you are just a dream. A dream I had one night so long ago. How I wish that you were real to me for I could devote the rest of my life with a woman like you. If I had the world I would lay it at your feet. A woman as beautiful as your self can only be a dream. All my waking hours I dream of a lovely lady like you.
I would fly you away to my arms if I could. I have not the means to do such a thing so you remain a dream. A dream I wished I could have, but I have to face reality each day knowing you are so far away. I am hunted by your spell over me. You are a dream that I wish never to wake from. For if I were to pass away in my dream, I would die a happy man knowing an angel loved me once.
To hold and kiss you would be heaven divine. Your lips are perfect and sensuous. Your eyes are warm and welcoming. Your face men would die for. Your hair is so perfect and neat. You are so sultry and sexy only to be found in a dream. What else could any man ask for? I am but a mere mortal touched by an angel for you are like a wisp of the wind. You can be felt but never touched.
You are too lovely to be a lone. Any man that would pass you up is a fool. How I have prayed and wish you were real. How I wish you were that dream that came true. How I wish that when I wake from my dream I saw your lovely face looking back at me for then I would know that I have truly died and went to heaven. I would know that all my prayers are now answered. O’ what a lovely day that would be, but you are just a dream and I am awake now.
dreams
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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My Blacck Woman
Her hair is like the softest silk,
Her eyes are of deep ebony brown,
Yet her smile melts my inner soul,
She is my Black Woman!
The thick lips she posses are so pleasing;
Her touch is that of a goddess,
Her beauty is beautiful as diamond,
My Black Woman, also My Queen.
Though no one is truly perfect,
But in my eyes she is so fine,
My Black Woman everlasting….
For me there can be only her,
To stand by my side threw thick and thin,
Comfort me when I fail
To help me get back on my feet,
To believe in me when others doubt me,
She’s merely being herself….
Also my Black Woman.
A strong Black Woman she is indeed,
Also passionate with understanding as well,
This woman would never leave my side,
My lady, my friend for all times…
My Black Woman.
©2010 Redscar McOdindo K’Oyuga
poem by Redscar McOdindo K'Oyuga
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Drunken Of Fatigue
as crystal eyes sway
they long for a dream
for a weary mind
is not quite sane enough for consiousness
the glass tear dropp pendulum
softly swings from an unsturdy hold
fate seems fantasy
in this breif moment of vacillate thinking
yet through complete uncertainty
a glimpse of you alerts me
with thoughts of love and somewhat desire
for i long to be entangled in your complex mind
swinging from every silk-soft thread
with these crystal eyes
fixed on the oceans inside yours
sweep me away
wrapping me with deep red satin
as our souls entertwine
and our hearts join together mending each other
lost in your soul my mind losses
it is defenseless to your power
this deep red romance in which no one of us leads
yet our bodies both lead on their own
tender lips meet mine sweet and intense
forever leaving this memory in our hearts
this deep red romance
our deep red satin romance
makes even swaying crystal eyes
steady themselves
4*4*05
poem by Lauren Phillips
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When She Walks By
Eyes so dark
Heart so pure
I could never love another
The way I love her
Gleam in her eyes
Like a candles flame
I love when I hear her
Call out my name
When she walks by
Birds stop their flight
The dead come to life
And the blind regain their sight
I could never love another
The way I love her
Eyes so dark
Heart so pure
Skin so soft
Soul on fire
She fills me with
Complete desire
The way she moves
The way she looks
One glance at her
Was all it took
When she walks by
People stare
At her radiant face
And her ebony hair
She fills me with
Complete desire
Skin so soft
Soul on fire
Perfect body
A scholar's mind
Michelangelo would envy
Such a find
Beautiful smile
Always sincere
Whoever's around
Wants her near
When she walks by
Angels weep
Gods hide their faces
And lovers leap
Michelangelo would envy
Such a find
Perfect body
A scholar's mind
poem by Vizard Dhawan
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From The Void To Overjoyed
In the beginning the Lord created a great deep,
So deep that no eye saw anything but obscurity.
This deep we now by name call the heavens,
Accompanied by the creation of great vacancy
A formless void that is uninterrupted by shapes.
It is the undefinable foundation for that yet to form,
A place we now think of as the planet earth,
Which passed the tests of the primeval, perfect storm.
Now with this creation comes the beginning of time,
And for measurement a transparent hourglass,
With an exact amount of sand enclosed within,
Which has until this moment been at an impasse.
Not a grain has been able to pass the constriction,
Until the Creator has commanded it to go.
As the primal beauty comes into existence,
Change enacts sand to fall in the chamber below.
With the passage of time within the hourglass
The Lord’s creation enlarges and expands;
It becomes the abode for another creation
The harvest of the Lord’s desires becomes Man.
To Man the hourglass is a no longer fashionable,
And it may even seem to be ruling his day.
So he looks to the Lord for a savior
For someone who-win or lose-will want to play.
The solution from the LORD is Woman,
A helpmate fashioned of Man’s own bone.
His dream has become his reward,
And She seems even better than homegrown.
Her figure is the perfect hourglass,
And her countenance is a bonny display.
Plainly It seems Man never saw the lady coming,
Since his plain morning bird became his bird of prey.
poem by Albert Price
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Average Guy
I aint no christian or no born again saint
I aint no cowboy or marxist d.a.
I aint no criminal or reverend cripple from the right
I am just your average guy, trying to do whats right
Im just your average guy
An average guy
I am just your average guy
Im just an average guy
Average guy, Im just your average guy
Im average looking and Im average inside
Im an average lover and I live in an average place
You wouldnt know me if you met me face to face
Im just your average guy
Average guy
Average guy
Im just an average guy
I worry about money and taxes and such
I worry that my livers big and it hurts to the touch
I worry about my health and bowels
And the crime waves in the street
Im really just your average guy
Trying to stand on his own two feet
Im just your average guy
Im just your average guy
Im just your average guy
Average guy
Average looks, average taste
Average height, an average waist
Average in everything I do
My temperature is 98.2
Im just your average guy
An average guy
Average guy
Im just an average guy
Average guy
Im just your average guy
Im just your average guy
Im just your average guy
Average
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Dreaming's Art
He could see
that she loved him;
no, more like Idol Worship.
'You' she said
'are the Man of my Dreams
my Prince Charming.
Everything you touch
turns to gold
including me.
I laid down my heart for you
hand pressed my soul for you,
danced round your Maypole
like a young girl in spring.
You populated my every dream;
you in my eyes-
could do no wrong or harm-
you were my dreams' dream.
He: said:
I see now my dear
this was Dangerous Praise
and Deadly Love
at least for me.
I felt in love too
but more with your
image of me,
not as I really was.
And so as not to disappoint
I pretended to believe
the image of me
dancing in your eyes
but in doing so
I participated in
the subterfuge;
creating someone
who was only a facsimile
of the real me
who
then
went into hiding
dreading to be discovered.
To you I was your hero-
the one to up-end every wrong
and we
busily,
both of us,
constructed
white picket fences
in the blue, blue sky.
She:
'I believed you were my superman,
you said so too.'
He:
'I said so because you seemed
to need me to be that fantasy,
and I had no heart to disappoint
that precious dream
you had of me.
She:
'But you did disappoint because I began
to see
that you were not superman
or perfect even.
He:
'And that disappointment in your eyes
was too much for me.
Too much for me to bear.
In time
resentment came
because why should I
live to be another's dream
even the dream of the one I love?
And you too
were not perfection's dream
you too in time
were revealed to me
as merely a woman
a person, not perfect,
not a dream.'
She:
And there we stood the both of us
pouring hurt and harm
on each other as human beings
preferring to cling to our perfect
dream scheme;
even as we came to understand
Misplaced Dreams are not dreams at all
but potential nightmares.
She looked at him,
with her deep, sad eyes
saying:
'Do you think you could love me
if my beauty fades
if my breasts succumb to gravity;
if other women to you
siren call?
He said 'Could you still love me
if in morning light
my paunchy eyes
and thick waist
become pronounced
and lumpy high?
So these two in fading light
allowed themselves
to contemplate
Irony's Twists
and the struggle between
what our dreams want
and who we really are;
so much at stake here
so little it takes
to merely
accept
that dreams are not real;
people are.
This is not to say
dreams must die.
Rather only dream
that dream
which constitutes Love’s Art
which comes with the words:
'I shall love you
til death do us part.'
That too
is a dream:
True,
True Love
imparts.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Subconscious
Over there
In parallel time,
This brain -
Neuronal palimpsest
In striptease
Blood-red dawn to dying dusk;
The husk of bone
Stays the swelling
Of the soul
Within its hellish crypt -
Ironically dimensionless:
Dark deep,
An independent entity
Perambulates
Along the promenade,
Boulevard,
Tacky yard of tacky lives
In non-existence,
A shard of me in tow,
Then scurries back to
Promiscuity -
She drools, anticipating -
Poised legs of cogitation
Tingle, brim, desperate -
The imminence of dreams
Palpates.
Such a well-warn bed,
Where fucks with notion, thought,
Imagination,
Spark an orgy
While the conscious blacks in head
And eyes;
Mulling making sense
Beyond the lies against
Reality - whatever that might be -
(But matters not
In abstract dreams) :
Forebrain greys in waking;
I've not a word to tell it! -
Where's the poet?
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012
A Drifting Trail of Dreams
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dream dream dream dream dream dream dream dream dream dream dream
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The Nile
Woke up into a dream
And I was walking
Up and down the streets
Of cairo
And then I heard a voice
That said I know you
Its time for you to turn
And face me
Her hair was long
Her eyes reached out and touched me
She said I know just
What it is youre after
Death is all around you
So you look for freedom
I know where to find it
Lets go to the river
We sailed upon the nile
I was enchanted
By the beauty in her magic
She showed me that my fears were unimportant
And then she touched me
With her vision
Her skin was dark
Her voice was liquid fire
She said I am your mate
And souls desire
Love is all around you
Light is deep within you
Life is always flowing
Lets go down the river
song performed by by Santana
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The great scholar forgets about fame, the average scholar works for it, and the unworthy scholar steals it.
Someone In My Way
My sweet lovely Someone
You tell me I don't need a reason
Not silver or gold
Just wake up in your dream and go
You make it so easy
I just say okay
And the next thing I know
I'm going in your way
I just say I love you
Everyday
I can't wait to see you
So I'm going in your way
Deep in deepest down in my soul
the thoughts out in my mind
To the tips of my legs
I'm going in your way
I tell the whole world
I'm going your way
It's not a secret mission
I'm going your way
I could be coming or for your love
I could be going but, for your love
As long as I'm wondering
I'm going in your way
I just say I love you
Everyday
I can't wait to see you
So I'm going your way
Deep down in my soul
the thoughts in my mind
To the tips of my legs
I'm going your way
poem by Khushi throne
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Illusion About My Love
Ten years of love
ten years of missing
ten years and my heart
hitting my chest and pressing
thinking she is a fairy
whose man should carry her
the heavy treasure as a dowry
a perfect woman
with sense of humor
who reach her will get the honor
deep eyes, delicate voice
and she is the girl of the best choice
I struggled for a sight
And failed despite
My courageous fight
And after ten years
When her head was on my chest
I found out she is not the best
I looked at her eyes
They rolled every side
I touched her hand
Cold as a slide
I wanted her love
She wanted to be bride
This made me wish
If I never tried
poem by Ahmed Abomahfouz
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Mars Meets Venus
Thirty something, graduate, green eyes, perfect christian lady
Candlelit dinner, slim female figure, sense of humor, extrovert
Where are you where are you where are you
Lets starts as friends, seeking soulmate, long time relationship
choose life, soul sister, hippy chick, for soul brother blues man
Genuine american frog seeks princess
Someone is perfect for you, when mars meets venus
Do you want to bet your life, they're gotta be perfect for you too
Mars meets venus
New age man shake me up, wild girl, gay guy, romantic gentleman
Indian, long time relationship, beauty with brains
seeking something, say are you the one, are you the one, are you the one
Someone is perfect for you, when mars meets venus
Do you want to bet your life, they are gonna be perfect for you too
Someone is perfect for you when mars meets venus
Do you want to bet your life, you've gotta be perfect for them too
Heres lookin at you
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Oh! How I Dream,
Oh! How I dream,
You would say my name
In that voice, so soft, of yours.
Oh! How I dream,
We could be forever
In each other's arms.
Oh! How I dream,
Of the happiness
Two souls have together.
Oh! How I dream,
We're on the clouds
Sharing our first kiss.
Oh! How I dream,
That fire in your eyes
Ignites one in mine.
Oh! How I dream,
Of our wedding day
Becoming one in two bodies,
One in two souls.
Oh! How I dream,
That glorious wedding night,
When for the first time
We'll share everything we have.
Oh! How I dream,
Of fifty years down the road,
And our love all the same.
Oh! How I dream,
I can't wait for all this.
I can't wait for our first kiss,
I can't wait until our wedding day,
I can't wait until our wedding night.
Oh! How I dream,
What the heck is this?
This is nothing more than pure fantasy
Created for my pleasure.
Oh! How I dream,
This will never happen,
I want love, I want it,
But love doesn't want me.
Oh! How I dream,
Eventually love will find me,
And he will ask me for his hand.
We'll share it all together,
All our broken pieces.
And it won't all be perfect,
But it will be love.
poem by Hannah Diane Williams
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Dreaming the Perfect Imperfect Dream
She said:
'I have made you up
and now I believe in you more
than my reality
and my dependence is complete
and perfect
because
you are my perfect creature
and now all around me
seems dull
real people seem
to be without your luster.
I can dream you
but I cannot live with you
marry you,
nor can I marry
those real
pale reflections of you.
So I am stuck and I have no one
to talk to about this but you.
But what ever you say will be perfect
because I have made you in my mind
to say only the things
which make perfect sense to me.
I'm captured by my own dream-you
and unable to un-dream you and seek
imperfection as a substitute.
He said:
I am only a dream without desires
and mind
except that which you impart
and this makes me feel powerless
and even as your perfect dream
I am sad
because I am not my own perfect self
but merely yours-something I sense you sense
since you labor to re-dream me often
severing me from my own attempt to create
a more perfect me
in lieu of a more perfect you invent.
I am dream and dreams dilemma.
We both are now perfect partners
in the conundrum
seeking to eek
out some solution
which does not shatter our dreams
upon which we both now have come to depend.
Ah, but just one last time
can your dream kiss mine?
That only seems fair.
doesn't it.?
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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A Journey Of A Poet
A journey begins with
A thought in our mind
Words are chosen and formed.
Lines of poem
Well Written with meanings
With words of emotions and expressions
A poet starts with
An inspiration of mind,
An aspiration in soul mind
With reflection
On our life experience
We start to
Compose some
Wonderful poetry
Expressing our innermost thoughts
With deep contemplation
To put them in poetry words
A journey begins when
A poet takes his imagination
To a place where
No one ever dream or imagine before.
A poet's journey ends by
Writing another lovely poem
And deep reflection
A poet remains
As a poet
When he or she
Continue to
Write and Share
lovely poems with the world.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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The Night Dream (Cavatina Sequence)
(after Archibald MacLeish)
It had been a dream but seemed much too real;
her eyes, her voice,
had a quiet kind of lovely quality,
even her poise
had maturity, some kind of gentleness,
with no noise
but the buzzing of bees at a flower
while we lay down in fields of white clover.
The sun fell hot on our skins, her smile was
very dazzling,
while her soft hand gently touched my face,
there was something
known in the way that she did speak with me,
how she did fling
her hair back, while my head did gently rest,
on her soft heaving perfect naked breast.
Love I do not know she said and smiled,
but she was mine,
while we kissed in moments of pure bliss,
drank some white wine,
talked about some things close to the heart,
the curving line
I traced of her bended lovely back
while the greatest pure joy we did not lack.
It had only been a rapturous dream,
that was fading
but her skin, her smile was kind of special;
away wading
into the vast ocean of memory
until reading
from the magazine you looked up at me,
I could not pass when your face I did see.
[Reference: 'The Night Dream' by Archibald MacLeish.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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New Gold Dream
New gold dream
She is the one in front of me, the siren and the ecstasy
New gold dream
Crashing beats and fantasy, setting sun in front of me
New gold dream
And the world goes hot
And the cities take
And the beat goes crashing
All along the way
She is your friend until the ocean breaks
And when you dream, dream in the dream with me
And when you dream, dream in the dream with me
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New gold dream
Sun is set in front of me, worldwide on the widest screen
New gold dream
Burning bridge and ecstasy, crashing beats and fantasy
Dream in the dream with
And the world goes hot
And the cities take
And the beat goes crashing
All along the way
She is your only friend until the ocean breaks
And when you dream, dream in the dream with me
And when we dream, dream in the dream with me
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New gold dream
The siren and the ecstasy, she's the one in front of me
New gold dream
...
Words & music : simple minds (c) emi publishing ltd reproduced without permission
song performed by by Simple Minds
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Gardens Season Of Dreams Alqaed/Burns (Cinquain)
OH.!
You tiny
dropp of dew
dampen its thirsty flowers
gently.
A
lovely face
in my memory
as delicate as a
doll.
Hair
so soft
to the touch
more smooth than finest
silk.
Eyes
so green
deep jade like
finest emeralds they would
fade.
When
you came
my blood danced
rivers of hot desires
flowed.
You
became my
body, face, death
my carnival of loving
words.
Be
a rain
falling gently in
the night of my
sleep.
You
will hear
my heart beats
calling out your lovely
name.
Leave
your hair
rest on my
chest, while you fall
asleep.
You
are my
home of love
the sparrow of my
dreams.
So
inhabit me
full of eagerness
I am the knight
seeking.
poem by Heather Burns
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Lady in red
Lady in red
Your lips, your hair, your gown, your fan
Like red devil rose
Like evening sky
Like delicious apple
Like velvet curtain
Lady in red
Your wine, your blood, your tears, your world
Like lust ruby eyes
Like endless passion
Like burning fire
Like desert sand
The perfect woman
The silver soul
The fragrance world
The fair illusion
The lovely creation
The sweetest danger
Lady in red
Your mask, your tone, your cord, your fate
Like poker play
Like enchanted noir
Like tangled silk
Like damned misery
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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