Since I Laid Eyes On You
(Ellen Shipley/Billy Steinberg/Sandy Stewart)
Why did I show my hand
Now you know your wish
Is my command
I never longed for things I didn't have
But that's no longer true
Since I laid eyes on you
I know I'm not the same
I don't need a fortune
Don't care about fame
But my soul is a burning flame
Can't sleep the whole night through
Since I laid eyes on you
I want your sweet caress
I dream of your tenderness
Oh I never, ever felt like this
I swear
Look what you've done for me
Oh boy, it's poetry
When I see the wind in your hair
The tears well up inside
Oh, what will turn the tide
And I've been waiting for you to decide
That you love me too
Since I laid eyes on you
What else could I do
Since I laid eyes on you
You, you, you, you
On you
Oh, yeah
Since I laid eyes
On you, you, you
song performed by by Faith Hill
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While You Were Sleeping
Last Night while you were sleeping,
Did you know that I was wide awake,
On my side, at your side
Waiting for morning to break.
I watched as you slept,
As the dreams enter in your soul
Then through my eyes, I realized
That truly, I love you so.
Last night, while you were sleeping.
Last Night while you were asleep
Did you know too, that I was there
On your bed, also laid my head
Along with my soul and prayer.
Lying quietly at your side
As I have done the nights before
To be with you, my love so true
Could any man ask for any more.
Last Night while you were asleep.
Last night while you slept,
As waiting for morning to come,
While at your side, I laid that night
While dreading the coming of the sun.
As always with you I was there
Even when morning began to arise
But then again it came, as so did the pain
As I said goodbye to another night.
Last night while you slept.
Last night while you did sleep
You never knew that you weren't alone,
As when you awoke not one word did I spoke
As on the couch I slept from which I never roamed.
Upon my side there I solemnly laid
Being so still, and quite as a mouse
Not to make a sound that might give my secret away,
I wandered; did you too feel lonely in this house.
Last night while you had slept.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Doubts
When she sleeps, her soul, I know,
Goes a wanderer on the air,
Wings where I may never go,
Leaves her lying, still and fair,
Waiting, empty, laid aside,
Like a dress upon a chair. . . .
This I know, and yet I know
Doubts that will not be denied.
For if the soul be not in place,
What has laid trouble in her face?
And, sits there nothing ware and wise
Behind the curtains of her eyes,
What is it, in the self's eclipse,
Shadows, soft and passingly,
About the corners of her lips,
The smile that is essential she?
And if the spirit be not there,
Why is fragrance in the hair?
poem by Rupert Brooke (1913)
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A Pillow Keep
I laid down my eyes
having no need of them;
your sight
lives within.
I lay down my hands
for having held you
will forever suffice.
I need less air and oxygen
for your inhalation
that night
will my soul keep.
I have laid down
words and verbs,
gerunds
and verbal quests-
language fails
in our cathedral.
My lips
retreat having
received your
single kiss;
hyperbole
blushes
not tribute enough,
and all sits
best
inside my dream.
Because while
you and I have not met
we both know
no kiss is sweeter than
Kisses
of the Dream.
No hand warmer
than Loves' Hand
born in long longing long.
So you and I
linger here
in the day-time
and night-time
conjuring's-
we both
here last forever
at our singular best
sugar sweet inside our dreams.
Good night my Prince
whisper inside my pillow keep
for yet another night
of golden, gauzy dreams.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Paul McNeely
Dear Jane! dear winsome Jane!
How you stole in the room (where I lay so ill)
In your nurse's cap and linen cuffs,
And took my hand and said with a smile:
"You are not so ill -- you'll soon be well."
And how the liquid thought of your eyes
Sank in my eyes like dew that slips
Into the heart of a flower.
Dear Jane! the whole McNeely fortune
Could not have bought your care of me,
By day and night, and night and day;
Nor paid for your smile, nor the warmth of your soul,
In your little hands laid on my brow.
Jane, till the flame of life went out
In the dark above the disk of night
I longed and hoped to be well again
To pillow my head on your little breasts,
And hold you fast in a clasp of love --
Did my father provide for you when he died,
Jane, dear Jane?
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Soldier Of Fortune
laid my weapons down
today, had one too many
days of spite.
laid my hands down
today, they carressed
one head too few.
laid my soul down
today, had I only been
wiser. Sooner...
Laid my body down
today. I ain't gonna be
nobody's soldier no more.
June,2012
poem by Aleksandra Spaseska
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Since Adam Laid His Eyes On Eve
Since Adam laid his eyes on Eve, saw her loveliness
no man has ever seen eyes so glittering,
a gaze that wants to bless,
making it feel as if every single day is spring
but now when you look at me, smile at me
while there’s sheer magic in your touch
all of these wondrous things I see
and to you my life I want to vouch,
and you I want to caress
in true happiness.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Laid To Rest
In these hand laid your cold
and muddy lifeless body
as i stared through your eyes
and felt a sense
of overwhelming guilt
my god how could
such innocence be taken away
i laid you to rest
in hope that one day your joyful
screech i will miss
you gave hope to even the tiniest
thing yet death came for you
as he touched you
with is icy cold claw
your pain i felt
my nights are not the same
and though we never got along
i miss when you curled up on me
so peaceful to watch you sleep
listening to your every
heart beat.
poem by Robert Roberts
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On Huntingdon's "Miranda"
The storm hath blown thee a lover, sweet,
And laid him kneeling at thy feet.
But, -- guerdon rich for favor rare!
The wind hath all thy holy hair
To kiss and to sing through and to flare
Like torch-flames in the passionate air,
About thee, O Miranda.
Eyes in a blaze, eyes in a daze,
Bold with love, cold with amaze,
Chaste-thrilling eyes, fast-filling eyes
With daintiest tears of love's surprise,
Ye draw my soul unto your blue
As warm skies draw the exhaling dew,
Divine eyes of Miranda.
And if I were yon stolid stone,
Thy tender arm doth lean upon,
Thy touch would turn me to a heart,
And I would palpitate and start,
-- Content, when thou wert gone, to be
A dumb rock by the lonesome sea
Forever, O Miranda.
poem by Sidney Lanier
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Raging Fortune
O raging Fortune's withering blast
Has laid my leaf full low, O!
O raging Fortune's withering blast
Has laid my leaf full low, O!
My stem was fair, my bud was green,
My blossom sweet did blow, O!
The dew fell fresh, the sun rose mild,
And made my branches grow, O!
But luckless Fortune's northern storms
Laid a' my blossoms low, O!
But luckless Fortune's northern storms
Laid a' my blossoms low, O!
poem by Robert Burns (1782)
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Feel No Pain
mama been laid off
papa been laid off
my brother's been laid off
for more than two years now
ooh can't get a job
billy can't get a job
ooh they gotta listen to the blues
help them to strive
help them to move on
help them to have some future
help them to live long
help them to live life
help them to smile
don't let them stay home and listen to the blues
mama been laid off
papa been laid off
billy can't get a job
for too long too long
don't let them lose
we gotta give them a chance
it's gonna come back on everyone
if you don't make them dance
don't let them stay home and listen to the blues
there's nothing sacred (why
song performed by by Sade
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Move on!
'THE foxes have holes,
And the birds of the air have nests,
But where shall the heads of the sons of men
Be laid, be laid?'
'Where the cold corpse rests,
Where the sightless moles
Burrow and yet cannot make it afraid,
Rout but cannot wake it again,
There shall the heads of the sons of men
Be laid, be laid!'
poem by Francis William Lauderdale Adams
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Belgravia by Night
'Move on!'
'THE foxes have holes,
And the birds of the air have nests,
But where shall the heads of the sons of men
Be laid, be laid?'
'Where the cold corpse rests,
Where the sightless moles
Burrow and yet cannot make it afraid,
Rout but cannot wake it again,
There shall the heads of the sons of men
Be laid, be laid!'
poem by Francis William Lauderdale Adams
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I Laid Down God!
i laid down God,
and found the stranger
at my door....
hungry stare, dirty clothes,
nowhere to go...
i let him in!
i laid down God,
and found the orphaned child,
crying in the darkness,
the darkness that swallows souls.
i took the child in my arms,
and whispered, 'you are home'...
i laid down God,
traded my guns for hammer and nails...
began building houses
for the lost and dispossessed...
i laid down God,
and quit thinking about me...
found peace in involvement,
with no need to possess...
i laid down God,
and God found me!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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If I Laid with You
if i laid with you
would you talk with me?
that talking without words,
without pretension or
manipulation... that does
not grasp, or own...
would you hold me
without holding back?
if i laid with you
would we quit pretending
that one is right and
one is wrong... and
one and one make two...
when one in one
makes one! tell me,
if i laid with you...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Night Dream
To R. L.
NEITHER her voice, her name,
Eyes, quietness neither,
That moved through the light, that came
Cold stalk in her teeth
Bitten of some blue flower
Knew I before nor saw.
This was a dream. Ah,
This was a dream. There was sun
Laid on the cloths of a table
We drank together. Her mouth
Was a lion's mouth out of jade
Cold with a fable of water.
Faces I could not see
Watched me with gentleness. Grace
Folded my body with wings.
I cannot love you she said.
My head she laid on her breast.
As stillness with ringing of bees
I was filled with a singing of praise.
Knowledge filled me and peace.
We were silent and not ashamed.
Ah we were glad that day.
They asked me but it was one
Dead they meant and not I.
She was beside me she said.
We rode in a desert place.
We were always happy. Her sleeves
Jangled with earrings of gold.
They told me the wind from the south
Was the cold wind to be feared.
We were galloping under the leaves
This was a dream, Ah
This was a dream.
And her mouth
Was not your mouth nor her eyes,
But the rivers were four and I knew
As a secret between us, the way
Hands touch, it was you.
poem by Archibald MacLeish
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Shooting Star
Shooting stars, they blazed in the night sky,
As on the beach, didst two lovers stare into the sky.
She the princess and he her handsome prince
As they shared a soft moonlit kiss
Princess, beauty rare. To her prince without a flaw
Wanting nothing at all.
Whispers he, 'I love you always.'
So they live, happily ever always.
Alas, such a fairytale ending will never be.
For a small fire would change the princess you see.
No longer the soft flower of the meadow, in full bloom-
Now she was scarred and burnt - willing for death to take her soon.
She last remembered him, as they whisked her to the ER
His horrified face turning away as she was dragged from the car.
Weeks passed, she refused to see him, till finally he no longer called.
She no longer wanted to see the mirror, she was a flower that withered and wilted.
She ignored his messages, she didn't want to hear, his voice again,
To tell her that he could no longer see her like this again.
Now she stood trembling in a soft summer wind
Teetering on the edge of an endless abyss.
Staring out over a beach where so long ago,
Someone whispered to her, I love you, I really do.
But it was over now. Her beauty scarred beyond repair.
Some things you don't dream of, you wouldn't dare.
Her cold tears froze her face, carving down the scars that remained,
Wondering if she would ever live and breathe again.
An endless abyss, stretching in front of her, she felt herself falling towards the ground
When someone caught her arm and turned her round.
Her dashing prince was standing there. She looked away in shame.
He whispered her name as the heavens cried drops of rain.
Why didn't you answer? he asked, holding her tight.
Do you know that you've been on my mind every night?
He ran his hand through her hair, touched her face,
She felt her tears subside as he laid her fears to rest.
I'll always love you, he whispers in her ear.
And I'll love you forever still, as long as I am here.
I don't care what you think, he turned her face to the light,
I'm always going to be here for you, even in the darkest night.
No matter what happens, the damage and the scars,
I love you for who you are.
And as the shooting stars shot unseen across a stormy summer sky
He laid to rest her doubts and fears as he looked into her eyes
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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That's What This Process Is
If there is anything I've ever done,
That has not been true to the gift I was given.
And represented to invoke the growth,
And the understanding of it.
I think that would be okay!
I've laid down some 'art'.
Not the greatest.
And perhaps rated,
As not my best effort.
I will be the first to agree.
I am still in My Father's
Creative hands.
There is going to be some blemishes,
Before enhancements.
Who doesn't know that's what this process is?
If it is not...
I am not the one to argue over your assessment,
About this and whatever this is we are living.
Would you agree with what?
'Would I agree with what? '
That we are living?
'Man, I don't know what you're talking about.
You left me when you began opening your mouth.
Whenever your eyes start to glaze over...
I know you are about to receive a whiff,
Of some self contained joy.
But,
If I'm not mistaken.
I believe I asked you,
If you wanted to go to Eddie's and play pool! ?
'...I've laid down some art.'
What in the hell does that mean?
I've laid some down too.
And I was glad when that 'art' departed.
Shucks...
I can do a lap dance better than that! '
I think we are understanding the same thing.
However,
My depictions do add a bit of 'color'.
'You drinkin' Jack 'and' smokin' crack? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Is There A Bitter Pang For Love Removed
Is there a bitter pang for love removed,
O God! The dead love doth not cost more tears
Than the alive, the loving, the beloved—
Not yet, not yet beyond all hopes and fears!
Would I were laid
Under the shade
Of the calm grave, and the long grass of years,—
That love might die with sorrow:—I am sorrow;
And she, that loves me tenderest, doth press
Most poison from my cruel lips, and borrow
Only new anguish from the old caress;
Oh, this world's grief
Hath no relief
In being wrung from a great happiness.
Would I had never filled thine eyes with love,
For love is only tears: would I had never
Breathed such a curse-like blessing as we prove;
Now, if 'Farewell' could bless thee, I would sever!
Would I were laid
Under the shade
Of the cold tomb, and the long grass forever!
poem by Thomas Hood
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Tell Me Why
That tuesday night, turned 26 and I caught your smile
laid down my life, one kiss would take me through the night
I close my eyes, I feel your touch, I see you smile
it's on my mind, it's just a dream I know, but why?
why I just can't stop wondering you're on my mind
noone tells me why, tell me why
tell me why you filled that emptiness in me
tell me why, tell me why,
tell me why you filled that emptiness in me
just to tell you goodbye
a day down the line, reality's back on my mind
yesterday's behind, the charm of love has died but why
unsatisfied with what we get used to in this life
I laid it aside, looks so pale with open eyes
so I just keep on wondering about what's on my mind
noone tells me why, tell me why
why again you filled that emptiness in me
tell me why, tell me why,
why again you filled that emptiness in me
so I tell you goodbye
tell me why, tell me why,
tell me why you filled that emptiness in me
tell me why, tell me why,
tell me why you filled that emptiness in me
tell me why, tell me why,
why again you filled that emptiness in me
so I tell you goodbye
song performed by by H-BlockX
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Still Life
Theres a picture in the hall, I know
And its from a time when feelings showed
Though I hold it close before my eyes
My heart refuses to see
Loving you could have been, oh so easy
But there is something you dont understand
Through the times when two were one completely
There was another in this well laid plan
This corridor seems to stretch for years ahead
But patient hearts cannot match times steady tread
Is this the threshold of a fantasy?
Is there still life at all?
Loving you could have been, oh so easy
But there is something you dont understand
Through the times when two were one completely
There was another in this well laid plan
Best laid plan of ours
Watering the garden, some comfort for the twilight years
Still, life never lingers, it marches past our veil of tears
A moments all weve got, to have and to hold
Dont slip, dont blink, dont turn your head
With a photographic memory
I could live in a time that used to be
Is this the threshold of a fantasy?
Is there still life at all?
Loving you could have been, oh so easy
But there is something you dont understand
Through the times when I was won completely
There was another in this well laid plan
Loving you could have been, oh so easy
But there is something you dont understand
There was a time when I was won completely
Our emotions they got out of hand
song performed by by Men At Work
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