Yes please
The virtuoso of the cotton strung piano
served his cliches from a second hand tongue.
He lusted for
gut, flesh and gristle.
High on base testosterone
he would rather hurt a man
than kiss him.
The polished brush steel bar
cast back low self regard
in this place where lying fate
evolves all people ugly
to perpetuate its pornograhic
cruelties.
He wanted to howl at the moon
but cocooned inside the failure
and lies his voice had no authority
poem by Ewan Paterson
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For All Pianos All Around The World
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piano recital
piano replica
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piano teacher
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piano brand name
anno piano twenty twelve
poem by Nicolas Grenier
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Of Sparks And Hearts
of what can we claim
that we say deep from our
hearts?
love? overused, abused,
molested, that is what people always
say
sometimes without meaning
anymore
cliches, cliches,
nothing of that spark
for those that come from the heart
without even trying
hard to say it
its the hug that speaks
the kiss that seals
the hand that touches the
shoulder
the eyes that see not
what we are
not
what can we see from
the heart?
veins, blood,
muscles.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Gristle-Biter
Down at the bottom of Crinkly Wood
there lives the Gristle-Biter
who visits children who do no good
and leaves them so much lighter.
The Gristle-Biter likes to feed
on cartilage, (though tough) .
No flesh nor fish nor bone, indeed
they're not his favourite stuff.
So when you wake without your ears
or missing half your nose.
I'd mend your ways and dry those tears
or next time..lower down he goes!
poem by Hola Mentirosa
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High Cotton
High cotton
Written by roger murrah and scott anders
We didnt know that times were lean
Round our house the grass was green
It didnt seem like things were all that bad
I bet we walked a thousand miles
Chopin cotton and pushin plows
And learnin how to give it all we had.
As life went on and years went by
I saw the light in daddys eyes
And felt - the love in mamas hands
They kept us warm and kept us fed
Taught us how to look ahead
Now lookin back, I understand.
Chorus:
We were walkin in high cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Those fertile fields are never far away
We were walkin in high cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Leavin home was the hardest thing we ever faced.
When sunday mornings rolled around
We dressed up in hand-me downs
Just in time, together with the church
Sometimes I think how long its been
And how it impressed me then
It was the only day my daddy wouldnt work.
Chorus x2
We were walkin in high cotton.
song performed by by Alabama
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Fundamentally I feel that there is as much difference between the stage and the films as between a piano and a violin. Normally you can't become a virtuoso in both.
quote by Ethel Barrymore
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Her Candy Cotton Kiss
Her candy cotton kiss
Her taste so warm and wet
Her cotton candy lips
I'll never them forget
Her cotton candy kiss
Sends shivers down my spine
I tremble at her touch
With love and grace divine
poem by Bradley Lester
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Basorexia
you have infected my mind
and my tongue is restless
hungry, craving, crazy
for the next kiss and the next and the next
and the next
my tongue hand in hand with your tongue
exploring the contours of the gums and teeth
our taste buds bursting like flames.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It’s hurt to kiss you
It’s too hurt to kiss you
Fall in love with you
It’s not true
In this moon I croon
Horrible pains are full
It’s too hurt I can’t to kiss you
I love you, too
But you didn’t to do
It’s too hurt to kiss your heart
So I felt love is in the earth
Everyday to days
I painted you in the paints
Love is on the airs
It’s to hurt to kiss your lips
It’s to hurt I can to feels
To kiss the lips, I can’t believes
The hearts must be clean
To believe love between you and me
poem by Aidin Azarkerdar
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Cotton Candy Clouds
On this celestial hill I wait
With hopes that are no less than great
I look to the cotton candy clouds
Which wrap the sun in a misty shroud
They look so soft and battered thick
If my tongue were long, I'd give them a lick
You'd think my day's goal was a waste
To crave the most impossible taste
God himself prepared this cuisine
With his giant cotton candy machine
Mixed with rainbows and mountain mist
Topped with honey and an angels kiss
I tilt my head back and spread my lips
Stretch my tongue to its very tip
And I taste something so very nutritious
I'm drinking raindrops, so delicious!
I look underneath those beautiful shrouds
And I thank God for letting me taste the clouds
poem by Whitney Albright
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Through Paris 1970
As you rode through Paris
in the packed coach
the radio played
Beethoven's Piano Concerto #5
and Mamie
sat beside you
her head to one side
sleeping
her mouth open
like some fish
out of water
her hands tucked
between her thighs
her blue skirt
riding high
and the slow movement
of the Beethoven piece
began
the piano playing softy
as the bright lights
of Paris
lit up
the dull space
inside the coach
and you closed your eyes
laying a hand
surreptiously
over hers
hearing the piano
and orchestra
as if in a dream
and Mamie
never minded
your hand
on hers
or so you thought then
and as now
it would seem.
poem by Terry Collett
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All because of a drunken text
Kiss me heart
Kiss me dear
Kiss me out of love or fear
Kiss me strong
Kiss me brave
Kiss me til I've
Dug my grave
Kiss my lips
Kiss my eyes
Kiss me in between my thighs
Kiss the ground
Kiss the sky
Kiss me baby
Kiss me high
Kiss me here
Kiss me there
Kiss me sexy
Everywhere
Kiss me quick
Kiss me slow
Then hold me sweetheart
And dont let go
poem by Clarrissa Berry
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Banquet Of Love
I once heard these words in a song;
'You must remember this...a kiss is
just a kiss...a sigh is just a sigh, ' etc.
With you...nothing...nothing, could be
further from the truth.
Your kiss, is a ride among the stars,
a shower of moon beams and a
sailboat ride, in the Garden Of Eden.
Kissing you...is an out of body experience,
a transport to paradise and a creation
of ultimate passion and joy.
Kissing, every part of who you are, is
truly a banquet of love.
Let me feast of your love and of your lips,
for I am in love with you. Let me always
kiss your mouth...eyes...all of you.
Let us ride the feathers of angels, through
starlit nights-holding...kissing, for now...
and evermore.
Your kiss...touch...embrace, has captured
my heart...my very soul.
I send you this kiss...for the lips
I can not do without.
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To kiss you...love you...has made my
life worthwhile. Has given meaning, to
each day I live.
A day without your kiss, is as a day
without sunshine. Just the thought
of you, gladdens my heart.
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ONE LAST KISS, FOR ALL THAT YOU ARE.
FOR ALL THAT YOU DO.
WHY DO I LOVE YOU?
BECAUSE...YOU ARE YOU.
YOU ARE MY WORLD. MY LOVE.
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Kisses For You...
I once heard these words in a song;
'You must remember this...a kiss is
just a kiss...a sigh is just a sigh, ' etc.
With you...nothing...nothing, could be
further from the truth.
Your kiss, is a ride among the stars,
a shower of moon beams and a
sailboat ride, in the Garden Of Eden.
Kissing you...is an out of body experience,
a transport to paradise and a creation
of ultimate passion and joy.
Kissing, every part of who you are, is
truly a banquet of love.
Let me feast of your love and of your lips,
for I am in love with you. Let me always
kiss your mouth...eyes...all of you.
Let us ride the feathers of angels, through
starlit nights-holding...kissing, for now...
and evermore.
Your kiss...touch...embrace, has captured
my heart...my very soul.
I send you this kiss...for the lips
I can not do without.
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life worthwhile. Has given meaning, to
each day I live.
A day without your kiss, is as a day
without sunshine. Just the thought
of you, gladdens my heart.
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ONE LAST KISS, FOR ALL THAT YOU ARE.
FOR ALL THAT YOU DO.
WHY DO I LOVE YOU?
BECAUSE...YOU ARE YOU.
YOU ARE MY WORLD. MY LOVE.
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A Room Without A Fan
there is a room without a fan
but there is a piano there
where a child practices for the whole day
there is a room without a fan
but it has a mother with a stick on hand
there are fingers on a musical piece
too hurt to say that it is too hurt
there is no blood
but shall it mean that there is no bleeding of his heart?
how can mother
not understand how is it to be a boy
deprived of
his normal play
in the backyard of the house.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Kissing
Come hither Womankind and all their worth,
Give me thy kisses as I call them forth.
Give me the billig-kiss, that of the dove,
A kiss of love;
The melting-kiss, a kiss that doth consume
To a perfume;
The extract-kiss, of every sweet a part,
A kiss of art;
The kiss which ever stirs some new delight,
A kiss of might;
The twaching smacking kiss, and when you cease
A kiss of peace;
The music-kiss, crotchet and quaver time,
The kiss of rhyme;
The kiss of eloquence, which doth belong
Unto the tongue;
The kiss of all the sciences in one,
The Kiss alone.
So ‘tis enough.
poem by Lord Edward Herbert of Cherbury
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One More Kiss
Only one more kiss / I didnt mean to hurt you little girl
Lets make it one to remember / only one more kiss
I said a foolish thing last night
I didnt think youd take it bad
But now Im on my way again and just before I go
Only one more kiss / I never mean to hurt you little girl
Lets make it one to remember / only one more kiss
Solo
Only one more kiss / I didnt mean to hurt you little girl
Lets make it one to remember / only one more kiss
Somebodys built a home for us
Someday well see it standing there
But like the wind that has to blow / I must be on my way
Only one more kiss / I never mean to hurt you little girl
Lets make it one to remember / only one more kiss
Well only one more kiss
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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I've never understood why artists, who so often condescend to the cliches of their own culture, are so eager to embrace the cliches of cultures they know nothing about.
quote by Brad Holland
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In every election in American history both parties have their cliches. The party that has the cliches that ring true wins.
quote by Newt Gingrich
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Gazing Through Airplane's Pane
High above. The shepherd-less lonely
white sheep being blown by wind as her
cotton tail a wandering across the sky.
Peering down through
the uncontrolled clouds, I see
free-born valleys, knolls, and
Green foliages decorating the ground.
And the river- birch perches on the riverbank,
and being amused by bluebells dancing in the breeze!
Illusions of Immortal souls strung across the heavens
like miles and miles of twinkling stars
dancing on the Milky Way
signaling forget-not New Orleans'
bayous still with no mate.
Standing still- it feels- some thirty thousand
Feet above fields of cotton, creeping vines
strung with seedy black eyed watermellons, their
juicy sweet hearts ready to bursts like joy filled hearts
with happiness like mellon's black eyes for generations
Oh my, how poets images and perception
give such delight to a Brooklynite!
The huge plane tilts downward,
its long nose pushes aside the
gray and white clouds then, run
to meet the greeting runway.
Almedia Knight
July 2009
poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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You need cliches. Cliches are what people respond to.
quote by Matthew Vaughn
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