Love [Amorul]
Sapphire stones, so blue and clear,
Filled by the light of serene sky
Look brighter and are nice and dear
In gold and platinum when lie.
The diamond on a pile of slags
Without its flames will soon remain,
And so a body dressed in rags
Can't make us cheer or go insane.
The best idea of the mind
When it is not properly clothed
In words majestic and refined
It's just a beggar and it's loathed.
The garb is lovely, I agree,
But when the passion vile and rude
Swells up the chest – the Love will be
Far more exquisite when it's nude.
poem by Alexandru Macedonski, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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This Light
Hear my words oh you men,
Listen to me oh you that have knowledge;
Because i am the gold of Ophir among the stones of the brook;
But naked i came out from my mother's womb.
I am like the boundary between the light and the darkness,
And like precious crystal and the precious onyx;
But the price of wisdom is above rubies!
I am like the precious sapphire and the precious coal,
And my mind is like the path for the lightning bolt;
But my steps are bathed with the cream of love,
And like the precious pearls in the land of your muse.
Listen to me when i speak,
For my council is like Mount Everest far up high! !
And i am the eyes to the blind in the land of joy.
The old men rose and the old women gathered around,
And like a smelter for silver;
But i am the feet to the lame.
Listen to me oh you that have ears,
For a place of gold is now refined like my name;
But upon many will this light shine unto;
For my love is sweeter than the red apples in your hands.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Paint
Don't paint me red,
Red is for bold women that use cheap scent
Don't paint me blue
Blue is for sadness and regret
Don't paint me green
Green is for envy and not to be seen
Don't paint me black
black is for the night and I love the light
Don't paint me white
White is for virgins and me, I love a flirtin'
Don't paint me orange
Orange is vile and I have some style
Don't paint me brown or grey or cream
these colours are boring and really not me.
Paint me in silver, platinum or gold
so I remain precious as I grow old.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Savoring The Images Of An Early Morning Sunshine
needles of light
pricking your face like Chinese
acupuncture
blue and white butterfly-clouds
gray crab-stones
beetle-pebbles
showers of golden-dusts
emerald mountains
ruby-twilight
turquoise-blue-drea ms
diamond hopes
platinum-self.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Rays [Raze]
If this time I wanna gather lots of rays to end my grief
It's because the furrowed foreheads, which the sorrow has bent down,
When the crown of rays surrounds them find a holy quick relief
And forget the howl of passion coming from the crazy town.
Now, for me, the distant heavens can no more obscure the light,
I exchange my worldly kingdom for my kingdom in the sky,
To the day that's everlasting with my wings I soar in flight,
So the fate may crush me harshly with its heel and let me die.
I'll get dressed this time in bright rays, so my garb will be refined,
I have played my part in earnest in this world which is so wide
If I leave behind my body I do this to lift my mind
And I'm sure will understand me only those who grieved and sighed.
poem by Alexandru Macedonski, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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A Nude Picture
Your love is like a nude picture in my mind and,
It is sweeter than a candy pie;
You are real and i am here to stay.
Like a nude picture,
Your taste is sweeter than the candy;
For it makes me feel so high!
Your love is like a nude picture in my mind and,
I am dying for your love my sweet one;
Oh girl, throw me an apple of your sweet love to run for it.
True love knows no boundary and,
Sweet love knows no barrier;
You are my precious one and, what is your hot-line? !
The only picture i have in my mind is your nude body.
I will wait for you always!
Even in the rain;
I will sing for you always!
Even on your bed;
My nude lover,
My nude picture,
What a beauty that you are! !
Like Romeo and Juliet.
Do rebounce on me always,
For your love is like a nude picture in my mind;
With the reflections of you in the mirror.
You are sweeter than the candy pie,
With much hope and dreams to the world of roses;
I will wait for you always my sweet one.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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For Today Is Your Birthday
Here’s to you with a cheer
For to us you are truly dear
Let the trumpeters sound a fanfare
Let the nightingales fly high in the air
For this date you came to be
A beautiful bouncing baby
Let’s salute and drink to the merriment
Let’s toast a life so brilliant
Today marks the day of your birth
So we rejoice your first day on earth
To a wonderful friend that’s so sublime
Let’s celebrate this moment lasting a lifetime
Sweet and wonderful you are
You shine brighter than any star
For all the times you’ve been there
These words could never show how much we care
Precious and lovely, truly one of a kind
A treasure beyond measure, a glorious find
Mere words can never express
So we wish you the greatest success
May your life always be filled with plenty
May your cup never be half empty
May you always live in his grace
May the sun always shine on your face
May your skies always be blue
You are a blessing and we truly love you
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Dressed At The Quarry
Tell her that you are her father and,
Let her turn to the muse of your love;
And like the stones dressed at the quarry,
For this day is now set out before you.
Supporting beams,
Against the walls of your love i will rest;
For i have slits of light of love on you,
And like the stones dressed at the quarry.
Your love is under my construction and,
It will be dressed up like the stones from a quarry;
So spread out your wings of love over me and,
And let me lead you to my home.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Platinum
Shadows only shade,
Not produce a single light...
On a path one makes.
Seeking to hide behind those shadows,
May welcome more grunts to stunt...
With additional heartaches that come to break.
Get up and shine,
Like you're platinum.
Glow and radiate.
Get up and glisten.
Like a priceless diamond.
Gleam in the mix and celebrate.
Shadows only shade,
Not produce a single light...
On a path one makes.
Keep it there,
As if you are platinum.
Share whenever you choose.
Sparkle bright like a diamond,
And strut like you've got new shoes!
Shadows only shade,
Not produce a single light...
On a path one makes.
Seeking to hide behind those shadows,
May welcome more grunts to stunt...
With additional heartaches that come to break.
Get up and shine,
Like you are platinum.
Glow and radiate.
Get up and glisten.
Like a priceless diamond.
Gleam in the mix and celebrate.
Keep it there,
And strut around like you're platinum.
Keep it there,
Radiate and celebrate.
Keep it there...
To blind the eyes like a diamond,
Fresh and priceless...
And never out of date!
Or rated as fake!
Keep it there,
Like you're platinum.
Keep it there,
To radiate!
Keep it there...
To blind the eyes like a diamond,
Fresh and priceless...
And never out of date!
Don't forget about titanium,
Your next move to make.
And strut around like you're platinum.
Keep it there,
Radiate and celebrate.
Keep it there...
To blind the eyes like a diamond,
Fresh and priceless...
And never out of date!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rags & Old Iron
Norman curtis, oscar brown jr
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
I heard that old rag man now making his rounds
He came right to my alley lord with sorrowful sounds
Crying rags old iron and pulling his cart
Ask him how much hed give me for my broken heart
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
So I asked that old rag man how much he would pay
For a heart that was broken baby when you went away
For a burnt out old love light that no longer beams
And a couple of slightly used second hand dreams
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
For those big empty promises you used to make
For those memories of you that are no longer sweet
I wish he could haul them off down the street
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
When love doesnt last tell me what is it worth
It was once mamas most precious possession on earth
When I asked that old rag man if hed like to buy
He just shook his head and continued to cry
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
Rags old iron rags old iron
Rags old iron rags old iron rags old iron
song performed by by Nina Simone
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Splendid Treasure
Sometimes I think and try to find
What brings pleasure to my mind
And what is that feels so nice
And makes me to do it twice
And then I think the best thing
That can to all joy bring
Is to say nice words of cheer
To make someone feel he's cared
And another thing is to do
Nice and good things dear too
And make others happy 'n smile
And spread care's joy around miles
And these things are splendid treasure
That gives to all joy and pleasure
And that's why its good 'n nice
To do them without thinking twice.
Seema Chowdhury
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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A deer at heart
At heart you were deer
liked by all and to be addressed as dear
preferred nice words to hear
without any stab to fear
Lions do not roar
still there is uproar
he has wild land to rule
In nice king's role
A lion does not share
he never looks around and stare
still everyone praises his role as fair
there is charm and thickness in air
No one tries look so elegant
it comes automatically or instant
people may know by actions or words
As there are blessings from the lords
It is nice to dream a reality
noble and standard is the quality
it drives powerfully among herds
the beautiful music will be made by birds
it is fantasy but not stupidity to remain near nature
that accords permanent refuge for future
we sail against winds and reach the shore
still remain ordinary and ask no more
I shall remain as earthly as possible
though with strong mind but body as feeble
Still I shall look upon as victorious man
As I have acted only human
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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It's So Nice To Be Home
Isn't it nice to be home again
Sitting around the fire with family and friends
Isn't it nice to be home again
It's so nice to be home
My little daughter's sleeping
And the boy is all right
My wife is so lovely
I'll love her tonight
Looking out the window at a new moon’s light
It's so nice to be home
I took old Blue out hunting on a Saturday
We didn't get home until the middle of May
A freaky winter storm went and blocked our way
Old Blue he kept me thinking and a talking 'bout you
And when Blue got down
I’d talk about Bobby and Sue
Together we did what we had to do
To get back home to you
It's so nice to be home.
poem by Steven Sabathie
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Lies
Face to face, I was bewildered.
What was happening to the garden?
My body left in absent seizure;
words had destroyed a beautiful poem.
I was listening without blinking
like a blue moon
or the serene lake.
The interlocking in no-man’s-land
under a red rain,
somebody puts a hand on my shoulder
to bring out the sorrow,
the salt of my tears, sandscapes
of smooth bones.
Becoming something was music to ears
twisting the gaps.
Seeds of the brain, nude as the beach stones,
round and snug, somebody wakes the water
in the breast, kicking up the turmoil
I was nobody, nobody.
It was all lies.
poem by Satish Verma
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My Only Memory Of You
Now you are gone
And I remember nothing from you-
Except for our nights filled with lust-
Filled with passion...
Perhaps all other memory has been swallowed into the emptiness-
From when our romance became a void-
Swallowing all sentiment...
I remember as I kissed you all over-
My breath ignited the fire,
Which lay dormant,
Inside your heart turned cold...
The silk of your naked skin,
Has burnt its mark-
As I gently caressed you all over
And I felt the fire's of your lust,
Drive me in my passion-
As your lust sought to overcome you-
With every electric charge I'd send through your body...
We would make love
And our flesh-
Our very beings would melt together,
In our flames-
Together we would dance
And sing-
In the silent depths of the night-
From dusk's twilight-
Till the light of sunrise...
For I while I could say that you were mine-
I once had you in my grasp-
My once beloved-
You were the most difficult to conquer-
I know that I loved you once-
Even when your love became lust-
But all that remains now,
Is the memory of when we were as one once-
My body on yours-
Together,
We merged in our flames once-
But fate tore us apart...
Now you are gone-
But those memories haunt me in my dreams-
Burnt into my subconscious-
Only in those moments I thought I felt your love-
Albeit it was only your lust-
You succumbed to your lust-
Steamy,
Violent silhouettes-
Breathless screams
And the sting of your nails on my skin-
The sheer bliss as we were consumed in the flames,
Of our desires-
Haunting me in my dreams...
I remember how once-
Only you could set me free-
Yet I remember nothing else-
Albeit I can say that I loved once
And I can say that I made love once...
poem by Philip Alarie
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This Poem Is For You
The ferocious medium of exchange,
My hands did eventually separate from,
My life is a long pillar my dear,
Sustainable in another's life,
I dont have much to plant,
Neither do I have fruit to produce,
My gift are my words,
This poem is for you
I would want to make you happy,
To take you where the water is bluest,
To lay you where the grass is greener,
Everything you desire, I wish to provide,
My pockets are empty my dear,
Yet my mind full of words,
My gift are my words,
This poem is for you
If would just pick a diamond,
Or maybe it rained gold on me,
The fortune is not on me,
The old legends do not exist anymore,
Should I buy miracles for you,
Your happiness is what I long for,
Should I be a thief to please you,
Or maybe a gambler to buy your smile,
I may not take your out for dinner,
Certainly my love will be deeper,
My gift are my words,
This poem is for you
Im not a super hero I know,
Neither the Mr. Nice guy Im sure,
Im not the charmer, nor the sweet guy
Fame exist in exception of me,
My gift are my words,
This poem is for you
I dont pursue prestigious careers,
Neither a pharmacist, nor a bio scientist,
But can walk for you in the mist,
To make you happy, I have no income,
But nomatter the distance, I can come,
Im not a man of many talents,
But im a man of many words,
My gifts are my words,
This poem is for you
Open up your heart,
Younger I know I am,
Open up your heart,
Way out of your league I am,
Open up your heart,
My gifts are my words yes
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Until The Real Thing Comes Along
I'd work for you, I'd even slave for you
I'd be a beggar or a knave for you
If that isn't love, it'll have to do
Until the real thing comes along
I'd gladly move the earth for you
To prove my love, dear, and it's worth for you
If that isn't love, it'll have to do
Until the real thing comes along
With all the words, dear, at my command
I just can't make you understand
I'll always love you, darling, come what may
My heart is yours, what more can I say?
I'd sigh for you, I'd cry for you
I'd tear the stars down from the skies for you
If that isn't love, it'll have to do
Until the real thing comes along
With all the words, dear, at my command
I just can't make you understand
I'll always love you, baby, come what may
My heart is yours, what more can I say?
I'd lie for you, I'll cry for you
I'd lay my body down and die for you
But if that isn't love, it's gonna have to do
Until the real thing comes along
Until the real thing comes along
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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I'm Outta Here!
Mind if i sit down?
Can i buy you a round?
Haven't seen your face before
Are you new in town?
It's the same old line
Oh every time
Are you here alone?
Can i take you home?
Now every woman sees
With every "pretty please"
There's a pair of lyin' eyes
And a set of keys
He says come be a star
In the back seat of my car
Oh but baby slow down
You're goin' way too far
Let me make it clear
To you my dear
If you're not
In it for love (baby)
If you're not
Willin' to give it all you got
If you're not in it for life
If you're not in it for love
Let me make it clear
To you my dear
If you're not in it for love
I'm outta here!
Babe i can change your world
Make you a cover girl
Yeah you could be a beauty queen
In a magazine
Now tell me, what's your sign?
Why always the same old line?
I'll be number 409
If you change your mind
Let me make it clear
To you my dear
If you're not
In it for love (baby)
If you're not
Willin' to give it all you got
If you're not in it for life
If you're not in it for love
Let me make it clear
To you my dear
If you're not in it for love
I'm outta here!
If you're not
In it for love (baby)
If you're not
Willin' to give it all you got
If you're not in it for life
If you're not in it for love
Let me make it clear
To you my dear
If you're not in it for love
I'm outta here!
If you're not in it for life
If you're not in it for love
I'm outta here!
song performed by by Shania Twain
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I am feeling blue
I woke up early this lovely morning
Trembling voices and my head is horning
But latest by the midnight hour
I want to feel like a majestic flower
I am feeling blue
My love wants to ride you
I am feeling sadly blue
In beauty and splendour of the earth
I still raise my eyebrows and fret
You my lady of fair beauty and black locks
Have trickled my world and crumbled my rock
And today while the sun shines its gold
In thoughts I know I should have been bold
And sun-stormed you with words of interest
Rays of my desire are scotched upon my chest
Tonight I shall dream off a world
That will leisurely come and go
Your scent, your lips, your smile
Hanging in that dark thin air for a while
I am feeling blue
These feelings of mine which are of great value
Sadly cannot transform into anything gloriously new
Copyright 2010
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Lilac And Gold And Green
Lilac and gold and green!
Those are the colours I love the best,
Spring's own raiment untouched and clean,
When the world is awake and yet hardly dressed,
And the stranger sun, her bridegroom shy,
Looks at her bosom and wonders why
She is so beautiful, he so blest.
Lilac and green and gold!
Those were the colours you wore to--day,
Robed you were in them fold on fold,
Clothed in the light of your love's delay.
And I held you thus in my arms, once only,
And wondered still, as you left me lonely,
How the world's beauty was changed to grey.
Lilac and gold and green!
I would die for the truth of those colours true!
Lilac for loyalty, gold for my queen,
And green the faith of my love for you.
Here is a posy of all the three.
My heart is with it. So think of me,
And our weeping skies shall once more be blue.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Storm night
Outside the wind moved in the vegetation
and the smell of love and rain filled the air
and your body glowed hot against mine.
In the room it was icy cold
and I felt your heart vibrate in your nipple
and our feelings were intense new and age old.
Tree branches moved ghostly while the storm wind blew
and you completed me perfectly.
Outside the wind moved in the vegetation
like leaves in a wood.
You were laying with your head on my chest
and I felt your heart vibrate in your nipple
and I was engrossed with you
enveloped in another world
and your body glowed hot against mine
and you said very little in the night
as if words were superfluous.
You were laying with your head on my chest
and started breathing evenly and weary
sleep carried you off.
Outside the wind moved in the vegetation
and you fitted perfectly in my arms,
at times you opened your eyes and looked at me
as if words were superfluous.
Like a river that at first drips and then flows stormy
passion again gripped us
and your body glowed hot against mine
and to me you were lovely, far past pretty,
we were caught in intense joy,
at times you opened your eyes and looked at me,
and I sprayed you with my seed
and in passion you screamed and twisted.
Outside the wind moved in the vegetation
and your body glowed hot against mine
as if emotions were driven to a knife’s edge
in the room it was icy cold,
we were caught in intense joy
and our feelings were intense new and age old.
[Reference: You were laying with your head on my chest by Gert Strydom.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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