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song performed by by Erasure
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B l u e s

no, it’s beyond words.

say a word your word
if you need,

death loss tears grief gone ever
it’s beyond all these

take them hold them
press them tear them

squeeze from them
the tears of things
tears at the heart of things

squeeze this pure pure liquid
from these from life itself

so pure it’s nameless
so pure it’s the being
of your being,
the truth of truth,
the beauty, of all the sadness
that ever,

so pure, so true
that never again;
so pure, it could be
joy or love or grace
wash in its purity
this is life

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Nothing is accidental in the universe - this is one of my Laws of Physics - except the entire universe itself, which is Pure Accident, pure divinity.

quote by Joyce Carol Oates
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Matins, Or Morning Prayer

When with the virgin morning thou dost rise,
Crossing thyself come thus to sacrifice;
First wash thy heart in innocence; then bring
Pure hands, pure habits, pure, pure every thing.
Next to the altar humbly kneel, and thence
Give up thy soul in clouds of frankincense.
Thy golden censers fill'd with odours sweet
Shall make thy actions with their ends to meet.

poem by Robert Herrick
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We Lovely Children Of God

This valley is ours
This world is ours
This sky is ours
This moment is ours
This heavenly age is ours

Beauty of word, that's we
Love of world, that's we
Worth of world, that's we
Future of world, that's we
We're pure and true souls

We're love of dad
We're love of mom
We're love of all
We're glistening stars
We heal your souls

We smile like flowers
We are free like air
We're pure like dew
We're egoless and true
We're children of God

Would you give a gift?
Leave the world like it
We may pass the bequest
So our children, too say
This world is ours

poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Italian Myrtles

By many a soft Ligurian bay
The myrtles glisten green and bright,
Gleam with their flowers of snow by day,
And glow with fire-flies through the night,
And yet, despite the cold and heat,
Are ever fresh, and pure, and sweet.

There is an island in the West,
Where living myrtles bloom and blow,
Hearts where the fire-fly Love my rest
Within a paradise of snow-
Which yet, despite the cold and heat,
Are ever fresh, and pure, and sweet.

Deep in that gentle breast of thine-
Like fire and snow within the pearl-
Let purity and love combine,
O warm, pure-hearted Irish girl!
And in the cold and in the heat
Be ever fresh, and pure, and sweet.

Thy bosom bears as pure a snow
As e'er Italia's bowers can boast,
And though no fire-fly lends its glow-
As on the soft Ligurian coast-
'Tis warmed by an internal heat
Which ever keeps it pure and sweet.

The fire-flies fade on misty eves-
The inner fires alone endure;
Like rain that wets the leaves,
Thy very sorrows keep thee pure-
They temper a too ardent heat-
And keep thee ever pure and sweet.

poem by Denis Florence MacCarthy
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To Show Love To All

Of joy!
Of love,
Of care,
With your words! !
On the earth,
Of the showers,
And of peace;
Like the fat sheep and the lean goat.

The residence,
The pasture,
The rich,
The poor,
Of the pure words,
By the rivers;
of your pure works! !
With alertness;
And like the hands of love.

The hands of unity,
The hands of care,
The hands of peace,
But, free to choose!
This very way and of that positive direction;
However, it is better to show love to all.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Pure Love (For my Friend Marie)

Marie asked me to write something about pure love
But it's difficult for me and not really even thought of
So - pure love must be the opposite of love that's not pure
Something that is not about lust but grown up and mature

Pure love would be what a mother feels for her child
And unpure love is what's between lovers that are wild
A love that truly gives without asking anything back
The past will be forgiven and remains forever unpacked

The kind of love that disregards physical attraction
A love that does not care about personal satisfaction
A true commitment uncaring about beauty and location
Something that goes past illness and all types of allegation

Pure love does not know jealousy, anger or greed
This kind of love is fulfilling, silent and doesn't mislead
A feeling that puts your soul to rest and lets you sleep
And when you get up it's still strong and never cheap

Pure love is something that's respectful, giving and true
It's born within you and gives happiness all the way through
Well my friend if you have experienced pure love in your life
Hold on to it tightly and don't let anyone cut it out with a knife

poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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Deeply And Truly

The moon is shining brightly and the sky is looking so beautiful. Staring at the stars makes me feel so peaceful. The beauty of the night is best seen when it is really dark since that is when I feel the least scared. Nothing is to fear, nothing at all.
So much love is in my heart and the feelings are truly pure. Love, pure love is filled within my soul as when I love, I love deeply and truly.

poem by Rohit Sapra
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Watered Down Love

Love thats pure hopes all things,
Believes all things, wont pull no strings,
Wont sneak up into your room, tall, dark and handsome,
Capture your heart and hold it for ransom.
You dont want a love thats pure
You wanna drown love
You want a watered-down love
Love thats pure, it dont make no claims,
Intercedes for you stead of casting you blame,
Will not deceive you or lead you to transgression,
Wont write it up and make you sign a false confession.
You dont want a love thats pure
You wanna drown love
You want a watered-down love
Love thats pure wont lead you astray,
Wont hold you back, wont mess up your day,
Wont pervert you, corrupt you with stupid wishes,
It dont make you envious, it dont make you suspicious.
You dont want a love thats pure
You wanna drown love
You want a watered-down love
Love thats pure aint no accident,
Always on time, is always content,
An eternal flame, quietly burning,
Never needs to be proud, restlessly yearning.
You dont want a love thats pure
You wanna drown love
You want a watered-down love

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Heavens In Here

Baby I dream between the blade and the tongue
Of the rose on your cheek the wounded and dumb
We stumble and fall we stumble and fall
Skin on skin but theres heaven in
Heavens in here
Heavens in her
Among the twilight and star
Like a rocket to mars
Heaven in here
The first and the last are telling it all
Telling you loud but selling it small
Im taking a swing at this shadow of mine
Crucifix hangs an my hearts in my mouth
But its here
Heavens in here
Heavens in her
Among the twilight and stars
Like a rocket to mars
Heavens in here
Feeling it wanting
Mm mm m
Heaven in
Heaven lies between your marbled thighs
The rustle of your falling gown
We stumble and fall like tragedy falls
We stumble and twirl theres heaven in here
We stumble and fall uncertain we fall
Theres flesh on flesh but theres heaven in
Heavens in here
Heavens in here
Heavens in here
Among the twilight and stars
Like a rocket to mars
Heavens in here
Youll dance to my tongue
Well dance on the sun
Were the twilight and stars
And theres heaven in here
Heaven

song performed by by David Bowie
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The language of flowers

The language of flowers was born in the East
and today this tradition still persist.
Having a lack of communication,
being unable to show it on their faces
the women of East created the language of flowers,
it could show their love power,
it could show their mood,
it helped them to be understood.
Once it had appeared as the language of communication
it turned into the method of admiration,
it turned into an art,
this language has become so smart.
In the Victorian epoch
the language of flowers was used
to express the secret feeling,
each flower, each color had a certain meaning.
The language of flowers still exists today.
The one who presents a red rose wants to say:
I love you so much,
I need more than a touch.
My heart is on fire,
I have a fervent desire.
The one who presents a white rose wants to say:
You are my love,
you are my dove,
you are as pure as the first white snow,
I wish our love to grow.
My love is sincere,
I want you to be always near.
My love is stronger than a passion,
a tender kiss will make a good ration.
Can’t help being enchanted by your modesty,
can’t help admiring your purity.
Red and white roses together
say much more than any weather forecast.
That one wants to say:
You are my other half,
you are in my heart,
you are my gift from God.
And if that one hears the answer:
You are my Lord,
Then he is the happiest man in the world.
If someone presents you bluebells,
it tells he wants to know for sure
if your love is pure,
if your love will remain,
until you meet again.
If you are not sure of your love
and suddenly get cornflowers,
it means your love has a real power.
There are so many flowers on the Land
and they all make us understand life
that there is no need for a strife.
Even with fast pace,
and unnecessary races
our modern life on the Earth is worth living
with the Greatest feeling of Love.

Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Empty Hands

He rode in town on a white horse
With nothing in his hands
He came to gather his people
And take them to their promised land
When he came he knew there would be bloodshed
But still no violence made his plans
He came to fight in a battle
With no guns or money

But with his empty hands
With his empty hands
With his empty hands
With his empty hands

They said hey boy what you lookin'at
As they eyed his dreaded mane
He said my father has sent me
I've come back to reclaim
The children whose hearts
Were so whole and pure
Now it's you who'll die in pain
So they lynched the man
Who fooled the word
And all the children gathered
In his empty hands

In his empty hands
The children ..... empty hands
In his empty hands
With his empty hands
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

song performed by by Lenny Kravitz from Let Love Rule
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Poetry

And it was at that age ... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names,
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire,
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open,
planets,
palpitating plantations,
shadow perforated,
riddled
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.

And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.

poem by Pablo Neruda
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Your Innocence

Your innocence brings order to us,
It reminds us of our heaven,
This religion is pure and crimeless.

Then the men who led the men of cruelness
Define what life can mean with conclusion,
Your innocence brings order to us.

Let the future tell us the solution to the crisis,
Giving us order without computation,
This religion is pure and crimeless.

My production of money is from cunningness,
Forcing the actions from complication,
Your innocence brings order to us.

May we understand each other as generous,
Forming policies of kindness like a fountain,
This religion is pure and crimeless.

The condition we experience from riches is joyous,
Finding a happy home with the fortune,
This religion is pure and crimeless,
Your innocence brings order to us.

poem by Naveed Akram
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My Pride

there is a pride that thrives inside me
it cannot be obliterated or destroyed.
it does not dwindle or shake but stands
with a confidence that is too strong to comprehend.
its head is not too big
and its ego has no relationship with itself
but with which the pride was engendered
by the golden hands of love
and the heart that can overpower the universe
and all of its burning stars and twinkling galaxies.
my pride was based on the ruler
whose home is the most elegant
and pure to where which everyone is invited.
my pride is powered by the God of love and the
Lord of the never ending universe.

poem by Taylor Dubay
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Poetry (Poesia) by Pablo Neruda (Translated by Edwin Tanguma)

And it was at that age…Poetry arrived
Looking for me. I don’t know, I don’t know from where
It came, from the river or summer
I don’t know how nor when,
No, it wasn’t voices, it wasn’t
Words, nor silence
But from a street it called to me,
From the branches of the night,
Rapidly between the others,
Between violent bouts
Or returning alone,
It was there without countenance
And it touched me.

I didn’t know what to say, my mouth
Didn’t know
How to name,
My eyes were blind,
And something was pounding at my soul,
Lost wings or fever,
And I went on alone doing,
Trying to make sense
Of that burning feeling,
And I wrote my first vague line,
Vague, without body, pure
Foolishness,
Pure knowledge
From the one who knew nothing,
And I saw quickly
The sky
Disintegrated
And open,
Planets,
Pulsars,
The perforated shade,
Tormented
By arrows, fire and flowers,
The overwhelming night, the universe.

And I, infinitesimal,
Intoxicated by the vastness
Starry eyed,
Similarly, the image
Of the mystery
I felt I was a pure part
Of the abyss
I rode the stars
My heart unraveled in the breeze

poem by Edwin Tanguma
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Vermeer

An easel stands in candle light
Young maidens sit without gesture
Pure, like the repose of Eve in Eden
Eyes with the power of the stars

Guilt, shame, and sin has not happened
No acting, no projection, no splits
The fire of purity in stark reality
Blues like heaven itself, white light

Mystical perfection, virtue, innocence
Sexuality without sin, beauty so sincere
To paint the soul before the fall
Show life without pretense and masks

Clothing like creation itself
Put into space in eternal beauty
Ideals so lofty, so simple and sincere
Lips that give Eve's first kiss

Hands that touch with pure tenderness
Symmetry in mathematical wonder
Everyday life in profound infinity
Vermeer, did you see angels?

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Purity 1

I love woman
I do sex
I drink alcohol
And I declare myself
An impure poet.

Purity?
What is it
And where
Tell me a pure thing.

Lovers do sex in a resort
Teachers are homo
They do sex with their boys
in hostel
Priests do sex
with their nuns
But ask people
Be pure, be pure
Cuz, God is pure.

Tell me
where is that woman
Who has never tasted a man
A man
Who has never licked
cave of a woman
A woman
Who has not gave birth
to anyone
A man
Who has not sown seeds
inside a woman.

poem by Devil Poet
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A Joy Forever!

Cluster of Stars in the Universe looks as festival festoons!
It is celebration always in the night sky for wonder up there
And a delightful show for the lovers to wonder and enjoy life!

The wonders of brilliant Stars sparkle in the eyes of lovers
When they meet and fall in love at an unexpected time in life!
Love develops with much enthusiasm, zeal and pleasure so!

What happens in the macrocosm happens in the microcosm;
The star effect of space reflects on the flowers of Earth
And the joy of heaven is transferred to the paradise on Earth!

The union of lovers enriches life longevity in joy and pleasure
As the ever expanding Universe with new stars appearing
Endless reflecting God’s never ending enthusiasm in creation!

The joy of Stars in Space and flowers of flora absorb hearts
And immerse in love all to enjoy fun, pleasure and joy ever!

poem by Ramesh T A
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This Memrial Day

Pure water like a virgin sea
I miss you so!
Just a man in a horrible war
You died so young my father

Today at your grave I cried
I cry so little outside self pity
How I wish I could hear you
How I wish I could see you
Soon I will come home

The guns are silent
I look at your purple heart
I remember your 21-gun salute
The taps, the pure tears

Mom lies by you
My brother Jim next to her
Little flags and flowers on the graves

This Memorial Day was special