T-WE POEHS OF
'10UNG ADAH ~QOWN
a watenvays project publication co-directors: Barbara Fisher & Richard Spiegel assistant: Thomas Perry
Text compilation: Ms. Liela Riley Edited-printed: I. A. Brathwaite,
Island Academy printing-graphic arts teacher Produced in Island Academy printing-graphic arts class, 04/97 Island Academy principal: Mr. Timothy Lisante Typeset: Ms. Cathy Spellman
Stephen E. Phillips, Superintendent" Alternative High Schools & Programs
With funding support from The New York Council on the arts copyright 1997
Your kiss is so sensitive, An everlasting kiss.
Your touch so soft, is what I miss. You were with me from the start. When we finally parted
I felt like I had half a heart.
You spoke to me After such a long time. My head is pounding,
Hoping you will again be mine.
That little pounding of my heart Was the start of my biggest dream My feelings and heart make me think Things were really meant to be!
As these thoughts
Flow from my mind and heart So many true feelings
I don't want to start.
I remember sweet things
I whispered in your ear, Making passionate love While playing with your hair. My heart is broken down
Since we've taken our separate ways, I cried and I cried
And I cursed the day.
I know I hurt you a lot, baby, I can't even cry,
I just lift my head to the heavens And ask: why, why, why?
But one day we'll be reunited And you'll be my wife
For you are my number one And the love of my life.
Valentine's Day is full of love and caring Lots of gifts, lots of kisses,
And lots of sharing.
People give teddy bears and candy To the ones they love;
Chocolate hearts, chocolate kisses Or chocolate doves.
Some send admiration letters To someone of a kind
Asking him or her to be their Valentine.
Valentine's Day is full of so much love and lots of tenderness and devotion You'd think everyone
Drank some love potion.
Some send poems, notes and cards With expressive words from the heart. People love, care and sometimes play; That's what makes up Valentines Day.
You walk up to me, Your tongue I can taste.
Gently you put your arms around my waist. Then we stared each other in the face. While staring at each other
I felt protected from all harm. You held me close in your soft and passionate arms.
When our sweet lips finally met
The warmth the tenderness was on so sweet. And complexion of your beautiful skin Was so much like camay.
For you are not only my love, You are my Flowers in May.
Life --Why Do We Die?
Life ain't sh-- but stress But I live as the days go by; Life is like a mystery
Wondering when you're gonna die. Why do we die is a question Asked by most.
Life is so short and fast
But very precious and unique; Life is like a long smooth road But sometimes a rough street.
Life is like hair, it grows and grows
To a point where it grows no more, Why? Life! Life! Life!
Oh God, thank you for life, But there's one thing I ask, Why do we die?
We Be Okay, Won't We?
Sometimes I sit back and wonder Who could give you love unselfishly Like I find if very hard to imagine Someone else taking my place. Maybe I'm a little jealous
Or it's my insecurity acting up a bit. But I know that no matter
How much time goes by or
How many guys you meet
There will never be another
Who loved you like I do.
Even though we aren't together, I don't want you to think that
I have doubts about you.
But there's one thing
I need to know
We'll be Okay, Won't we?
Flowers In May
I'm very touched by your original image You shine as bright as the sun in the sky. I'm addicted to you
For no one has your taste for art, Your smile, your nose, your eyes.
Oh, of course, there's someone better That's a fact, but fiction in my eyes For the warmth I get when we caress You are the best.
Your body is soft and smooth Like a camay.
You're not only my love You're my flowers in May.
If It Isn't Love, Why Do I Feel This Way?
If it isn't love love, why do I feel this way? Why are you constantly on my mind?
If it isn't love, why do I feel so sad,
but at the same time so glad inside?
If it isn't love, why do I feel this way?
If it isn't love, why do I dream about you, really wanting you to be there?
If it isn't love, why would I give up my life to save yours?
If it isn't love, why, oh why do I feel this way?
A Very Special Friend
She's a very special friend, one who gets all my love.
Bright like the morning sunset, and sweet like a dove.
She's been there with me through thick and thin. Trust me, my friend, all the love is from within. So many true feelings, I don't know where I should begin.
But one thing I can say: she's found a big space in my heart.
I never thought I could love so much 'til I met you. I love you, baby-girl, this is so true.
And until my dying day I will love you so, my special friend,
Because my feelings are so strong and from within.
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