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I dream of wayward gulls and all landless lovers, rare moments of winter sun, peace, privacy, for everyone.

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I dream of wayward gulls and all landless lovers, rare moments of winter sun, peace, privacy, for everyone.

quote by William F Claire
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I dream of wayward gulls and all landless lovers, rare moments of winter sun, peace, privacy, for everyone.

quote by William F. Claire
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Seagulls

crying out
the gulls
melancholy cry
seeking a dream?
souls locked in flight
chasing a dream?
crying out
these gulls
a medium
for this living soul
my dream
loud as the sea

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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African song

African song

The star's on the sky, and the dust's on the floor,
And the head has a thought that is thoughtless
Then together.together, together, Africa

Our directions for fights, that from banana colors,
Must be heard, but by darkness in our vengeful sounds!
Then fight, Africa! fight, Africa!
fight, fight, fight, Africa.

Mbale's proud mountains,
lakes no longer are ours;
We're landless, landless, landless, Africa!
Landless, landless, landless

But lost and devoted by god.
Banana color has taken both our hearts and souls
Then courage, courage, courage, Africa!
Courage, courage, courage.

If they rob us of land and spirit,
Give their hooves to our hands
Then vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, Africa!
Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance

While they say we are church mice,
despise them, they are thieves!
why? ...if we are what we are as they sing
why dont they go back to the cold and hot life style?
Alway looking at our baskets of riches
which they had earlier taken,
Come then, Africa, come then, Africa,
Come then, come then, come then

Through the depths of the fight is long,
its the last nail in the wood.
Use the biggest hammers because the nails are blunt.
And the rocks they should be broken,
our difference should be broken for this win
Then win, win, win, Africa!
win, win, win.

poem by Kizza Michael
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The Wayward Heart

Who would love the wayward heart
Prone to being lost in a dream
Who would love the wayward heart
Who so neatly expresses such need
To be loved and nurtured
To feel as though it is the only one
Such is the longing of being alone
For what has been to long
Caught between trust and jealousy
The wayward heart is torn
Does it play to the romantic ideals
Or guard itself from harm
Who would love the wayward heart
And teach it to love again
To have the time and the patience
To understand its ways
Resolve to reap the rewards
Of helping the wayward heart
Finally find its way

poem by Matthew Holloway
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MacGregor's Gathering

The moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae,
And the Clan has a name that is nameless by day;
Then gather, gather, gather Grigalach!
Gather, gather, gather Grigalach!

Our signal for fight, that from monarchs we drew,
Must be heard but by night in our vengeful haloo!
Then haloo, Grigalach! haloo, Grigalach!
Haloo, haloo, haloo, Grigalach!

Glen Orchy's proud mountains, Coalchuirn and her towers,
Glenstrae and Glenlyon no longer are ours;
We're landless, landless, landless, Grigalach!
Landless, landless, landless, Grigalach!

But doom'd and devoted by vassal and lord,
MacGregor has still both his heart and his sword!
Then courage, courage, courage, Grigalach!
Courage, courage, courage, Grigalach!

If they rob us of name, and pursue us with beagles,
Give their roofs to the flame, and their flesh to the eagles!
Then vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, Grigalach!
Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, Grigalach!

While there's leaves in the forest, and foam on the river,
MacGregor despite them, shall flourish for ever!
Come then Grigalach, come then Grigalach,
Come then, come then, come then Grigalach!

Through the depths of Loch Katrine the steed shall career,
O'er the peak of Ben Lomond the galley shall steer,
The rocks of Craig-Royston like icicles melt,
Ere our wrongs be forgot, or our vengeance unfelt!
Then gather, gather, gather Grigalach!
Gather, gather, gather Grigalach!

poem by Sir Walter Scott
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Dreams of Poetry

Some men dream for fortune,
others dream for fame.
Some to go where none have been,
most dreams are all the same.
Some men dream of lovers,
so do some for hate.
Many dream to die in peace,
and be let inside GODS gates.
Men do dream for peace on earth,
a son born first in birth.
Many still do dream has children,
and want their moneys worth,
But me I dream of pleasure,
for men who read my words.
I dream to be poet,
a poet whom is heard.
Heard and loved and wanted for,
what lies inside my heart.
When I dream of anything,
poetry is where it starts...

poem by Ken Bennight
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Winter's Summer

Winter without you is like
a summer in a winter, when memories
of your love murmur in my winter.

Summer in a winter was never been
hot as it is.when the memories
of your love thrills me today.

Winters summer were very rare when
we walked on the bed of purple flowers
with your affectionate look.

When I forget this heat and
hold you in my poetic arms, you
kiss my poem through your heart
in this winter.

winter's summer was very rare...

venky

poem by Venkatesh Nagaraj
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The backgrounds enhance.

Silence after storm is quieter than silence.
Peace after war is stiller than peace.
Privacy after turmoil is calmer than privacy.
Sex across the fence is lustier than sex.
07.02.2004

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Privacy under what circumstance? Privacy at home under what circumstances? You have more privacy if everyone's illiterate, but you wouldn't really call that privacy. That's ignorance.

quote by Bruce Sterling
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The 'Good' Life

Wake up in the morning to screaming,
Reporters getting into your personal life,
No privacy,
As you walk down the street,
You are followed constantly by people you do not know
No privacy
You break up with your girlfriend, for the fifth time
It’s on the cover of a magazine
No privacy
Every fucking shit we take,
It’s recorded somewhere
No privacy
You die a tragic death at a young age,
People who you have never met attend your funeral
No privacy
This is what we call the “good” life…

poem by Wandering Scarlet
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Carry On Wayward Son

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a madman
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man
It surely means that I don't know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

song performed by by Kansas
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Gull In An Aery Morrice

Gulls in an aery morrice
Gleam and vanish and gleam . . .
The full sea, sleepily basking,
Dreams under skies of dream.

Gulls in an aery morrice
Circle and swoop and close . . .
Fuller and ever fuller
The rose of the morning blows.

Gulls, in an aery morrice
Frolicking, float and fade . . .
O, the way of a bird in the sunshine,
The way of a man with a maid!

poem by William Ernest Henley
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The Wayward Wind

(neil young)
In a lonesome shack by the railroad track
I spent my younger days
And I guess the sound of the outward bound
Made me a slave
To my wandering queen
And the wayward wind
Is a restless wind
A restless wind
That yearns to wander
And I was born
Next of kin
The next of kin
To the wayward wind
I met her down in a border town
We swore wed never part
Though I tried my best to settle down
Now shes all alone
With a broken heart
And the wayward wind
Is a restless wind
A restless wind
That yearns to wander
And I was born
The next of kin
The next of kin
To the wayward wind
And the wayward wind
Is a restless wind
A restless wind
That yearns to wander
And I was born
The next of kin
The next of kin
To the wayward wind
The next of kin
To the wayward, wayward wind

song performed by by Waterboys
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Privacy

Depending on the degree of one's privacy,
It is recommended...
One chooses to say nothing.
And if one 'does' one should create.

Privacy is not respected.
And having a peace of mind,
Many people who will never have it...
Don't understand it and that is what they hate!

'I told her not to say a word to anyone.
And she couldn't wait until I got off the telephone...
To tell my business to everyone.
And she calls herself a 'friend'.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Happy Home

In my happy home I barely breathe
In my lovers arms I find relief
And there's a sky that's changing and a bird that sings
I never once in my wayward life was heading to run out
In my lovers arms I wait for morning
I beg my god to speak and tear me apart
I'd lay down my body I'd lay down my arms
I never once in my sweet short life meant anybody harm
In my happy home i read the signs
In my lovers arms I move in time
There's no more crying and there's no more lies
I never once in my sweet short life was waiting for desire
And there's no more crying
And there's no more pain
I never thought for one second I'd have nothing left but shame
In my happy home I barely breathe
I never once in my wayward life was heading to run out

song performed by by Garbage
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Wintertime

Winter has come with his cold breeze
Oh how I missed the long nights and cold air
Noble winter do as whatever you please

Some bees hide in their trees
The fauna and flora in winter so rare
Winter has come with his cold breeze

You all mighty of all season that freeze the seas
Warm us with your artic flare
Noble winter do as whatever you please

Oh great winter now that I m on my knees
The snow might have something to spare
Winter has come with his cold breeze

Yesterday was like a gentle kiss
There where so many stars to stare
Noble winter do as whatever you please

So you have brought us many diseases
Now in winter people so scare
Winter has come with his cold breeze
Noble winter do as whatever you please

poem by Ayrtonn Bautista
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The Wayward Wind

In the lonely shack by the railroad track
I spent my younger days
And I guess the sound of the outward bound
Made me a slave to my wanderin ways.
And the wayward wind is a restless wind
A restless wind that yearns to wander
And I was born the next of kin
The next of kin to the wayward wind.
Oh, I met him down in the border town
He vowed wed never part
Though he tried his best to settle down
Now Im all alone with a broken heart.
And the wayward wind is a restless wind
A restless wind that yearns to wander
And I was born the next of kin
The next of kin to the wayward wind.
And the wayward wind is a restless wind
A restless wind that yearns to wander
And I was born the next of kin
The next of kin to the wayward wind.
The next of kin to the wayward wind.

song performed by by Neil Young
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Live It As It Exists

More than a few are possessive,
Of a privacy they protect...
That, with time, gets for others,
Less accessible...
With no regrets.

Trust is a factor,
And the key to one's peace.
'Some' one knows do not honor this.
And eventually are discovered,
To be the core of disharmony...
Within a friendship that is thought to be,
Closer than it is in reality!

More than a few are possessive,
Of a privacy they protect.
And trust is a factor,
One wishes to keep unsuspected.

And when respect is an issue,
Anyone has to raise?
With those trusted in an inner circle,
That had not before been appraised?
Something about the need for this...
Should not be argued but dealt with quick!

More than a few are possessive,
Of a privacy they protect.
And trust is a factor,
One wishes to keep unsuspected.
With a peace of mind,
One should not have to define...
But live it as it exists.

There is no need for a quarrel,
To begin over it!
One should have what one deserves.
And to live it as it exists.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The heart of a tree

With branches reaching out as if for a embrace
The tree may bow to nature with grace.
He stands alone when the wind blows strong.
The leaves may fall, but the tree stands tall.
There are some things that the eyes can't see.
Like the heart of a tree.
In winter's cold chill, You can see the tree stand still.
Leaves are gone but the tree stands strong.
Until winter turns into spring and the birds begin to sing.
The leaves may fall, but the tree stands tall.
There are some things that the eyes can't see.
Like the heart of a tree.
Through storms and the wind. Bowing with a graceful bend,
Until the sun shines again, still standing at the end,
The tree is like a true friend.
The leaves may fall, but the tree stands tall.
There are some things that the eye can't see,
Like the heart of a tree.
The old Tree's secrets
How many lovers sat together under the old tree?
If only the tree could speak.
The stories would be of weary travelers
finding a place of peace, and dreams in their sleep.
Stolen moments of lovers, perhaps a sweet caress.
A young man with a ring, a young girl said yes.
Tree I only imagine, I enjoy the guess.
Gentle breezes that lifted the leaves
to let them gently fall to earth.
Misting rain to meet the tree's thirst,
Perhaps two trees inter-twined are
Two lovers that were curst.

poem by Judy Arline Puckett
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