To ---- X
Like the river's current rapid;
Like the lightning's flash intense;
Was the rushing, fiery torrent
Of thy fervid eloquence.
And the multitude that listened
To each breathing, burning word,
Like the ocean by the tempest,
To its quiet depths was stirred.
poem by Anne Lynch Botta from Poems (1848)
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A River Flows
Where does the river flow
if not to you?
How deep its depths
if these
are not yours?
How broad is the river bank?
Broad enough
for the tug-boats
to push my heart along.
If there are fish in the river,
they sing your name
open-mouthed,
fish-style,
making tiny bubbles float
up, up to the river surface
where they pop
spread
announcing to the Firmament
that Love lives just below
the deep river flows.
Yes, you and I
are the river;
we flow,
run deep
down to that
ocean-mix
in which
our souls
swirl.
Mix me then
in depths deep.
Mix you then
amid this ocean sweep
and all else,
for me
becomes meaningless
so great
is our Soul Mixed
Ocean Bliss.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Reflections-2
1 Ocean-Beat
Summer sky fervid
Angry ocean steaming up
Sun hides behind clouds
2 Who?
Coral-pearl quarrel
Who the best round silky neck
Beats them a rain dropp
3 Whales
Melody in depths
vigilant ocean warning
Vigilant hunters
4 Shore and Ocean
Friendly when two
In oneness...enemies two
Man and tsunami
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Tempest
`
The clouds part,
scattering in the wake
of a rushing mighty wind.
The heat rises,
surging upwards:
violating moist cocoons.
The hail darts,
streaks of bolts accompany
torrent and downpour.
The tempest moves,
swerving past looming
mountain ranges in a flash.
The chest heaves
apprehension abated-
turmoil dissipates.
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poem by Frederick Kesner
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Ah Sweet Breath of Life
Ah sweet breath of life
I take for granted you'll always be
inhaling and exhaling,
giving life to me.
I can't remember my first breath.
It was so long ago.
Rapid little heart beats
making my life flow,
Never thinking of my breath
while taking on some years
my breathing did slow itself
as my body changed its gears.
Little things like hiccups
made me more aware
of how my breath took a pause
in its need of air.
Now that I am older
I slow my breathing down,
never rushing as I move,
never rushing 'round.
But breathing we cannot control
and yet we are aware
it's our one connection to this life.
one that we all share.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Quiet river
Lazy stars shining on a little cabin,
Lazy moon glistening over river trees;
Old river whispering,
Lappin' 'against the long roots:
So quiet, so serene 'do you feel the blues?
Went down to the river, sat down and listened,
Heard the water talking' quiet,
Real quiet and slow:
'Ain' no need fo' hurry, take yo' time, take your time -yo
Heard it saying-'Son, heres the way life should go
poem by Ravi Upadhye
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Arcane Lightning
When lightning ripped the land
A torrent of amethyst riveted
In the landsliding current
And there, in the opposing tackles
Of eviscerating flashes
Lies the mendaciloquence
Of the heart of veracity.
In the shafts of the rasping
And the brambles of the pounding,
There was a fire ribbing
And no one understood
What bipolarity slewed
Into the ruffles of an electric heart
That the rain of fire halted.
The savage oscillation plucked
Too many emission, ejaculating
Too scarce constellations
And the riddling cacophony of
The struck zither dispensed
The jewelries into the engulfing ocean
And the lightning died in the sky.
The blade unsheathed and
The fire devoured itself
Never will the lightning reap
Its scythe into the barren deep
For the eccentric fury that propels
The esoteric fire of the veins
Never hauled the affable string.
poem by Norman Santos
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The Quiet Eye
THE ORB I like is not the one
That dazzles with its lightning gleam;
That dares to look upon the sun,
As though it challenged brighter beam.
That orb may sparkle, flash, and roll;
Its fire may blaze, its shaft may fly;
But not for me: I prize the soul
That slumbers in a quiet eye.
There ’s something in its placid shade
That tells of calm, unworldly thought;
Hope may be crown’d, or joy delay’d—
No dimness steals, no ray is caught.
Its pensive language seems to say,
“I know that I must close and die;”
And death itself, come when it may,
Can hardly change the quiet eye.
There ’s meaning in its steady glance,
Of gentle blame or praising love,
That makes me tremble to advance
A word, that meaning might reprove.
The haughty threat, the fiery look,
My spirit proudly can defy,
But never yet could meet and brook
The upbraiding of a quiet eye.
There ’s firmness in its even light,
That augurs of a breast sincere:
And, oh! take watch how ye excite
That firmness till it yield a tear.
Some bosoms give an easy sigh,
Some drops of grief will freely start,
But that which sears the quiet eye
Hath its deep fountain in the heart.
poem by Eliza Cook
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Time is a river of passing events -- a rushing torrent.
He who endeavors to serve, to benefit, and improve the world, is like a swimmer, who struggles against a rapid current, in a river lashed into angry waves by the winds. Often they roar over his head, often they beat him back and baffle him. Most men yield to the stress of the current... Only here and there the stout, strong heart and vigorous arms struggle on toward ultimate success.
quote by Albert Pike
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Breathing
Outside
Gets inside
Through her skin.
Ive been out before
But this time its much safer in.
Last night in the sky,
Such a bright light.
My radar send me danger
But my instincts tell me to keep
Breathing,
(out, in, out, in, out, in...)
Breathing,
Breathing my mother in,
Breathing my beloved in,
Breathing,
Breathing her nicotine,
Breathing,
Breathing the fall-out in,
Out in, out in, out in, out in.
Weve lost our chance.
Were the first and the last, ooh,
After the blast.
Chips of plutonium
Are twinkling in every lung.
I love my
Beloved, ooh,
All and everywhere,
Only the fools blew it.
You and me
Knew life itself is
Breathing,
(out, in, out, in, out...)
Breathing,
Breathing my mother in,
Breathing my beloved in,
Breathing,
Breathing her nicotine,
Breathing,
Breathing the fall-out in,
Out in, out in, out in, out in,
Out in, out in, out in, out...
(out!)
In point of fact it is possible to tell the
(out!)
Difference between a small nuclear explosion and
A large one by a very simple method. the calling
Card of a nuclear bomb is the blinding flash that
Is far more dazzling than any light on earth--brighter
Even than the sun itself--and it is by the duration
Of this flash that we are able to determine the size
(what are we going to do without? )
Of the weapon. after the flash a fireball can be
Seen to rise, sucking up under it the debris, dust
And living things around the area of the explosion,
And as this ascends, it soon becomes recognisable
As the familiar mushroom cloud. as a demonstration
Of the flash duration test lets try and count the
Number of seconds for the flash emitted by a very
Small bomb; then a more substantial, medium-sized
Bomb; and finally, one of our very powerful,
High-yield bombs
What are we going to do without?
Ooh please!
What are we going to do without?
Let me breathe!
What are we going to do without?
Ooh, quick!
We are all going to die without!
Breathe in deep!
What are we going to die without?
Leave me something to breathe!
We are all going to die without!
Oh, leave me something to breathe!
What are we going to do without?
Oh, god, please leave us something to breathe!
We are all going to die without
Oh, life is--breathing.
song performed by by Kate Bush
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I should have listened to God
I should have listened to God
When he said that it would end
I should have listened to God
And been just friends
I should have listened to God
Before it was too late
I should have listened to God
But now I deal with fate
I should have listened to God
That it would break my heart
I should have listened to God
That it would fall apart
I should have listened to God
Because he loves me in everyway
I should have listened to God
And all that he had to say
I should have listened to God
And show what he made me to be
I should have listened to God
But I know he has forgiven me!
That Summer
I went to work for her that summer
A teenage kid so far from home
She was a lonely widow woman
Hell-bent to make it on her own
We were a thousand miles from nowhere
Wheat fields as far as I could see
Both needing something from each other
Not knowing yet what that might be.
til she came to me one evening
Hot cup of coffee and a smile
In a dress that I was certain
She hadnt worn in quite a while
There was a difference in her laughter
There was a softness in her eyes
And on the air there was a hunger
Even a boy could recognize.
She had a need to feel the thunder
To chase the lightning from the sky
To watch a storm with all its wonder
Written in her lovers eyes
She had to ride the heat of passion
Like a comet burning bright
Rushing headlong in the wind
Now where only dreams have been
Burning both ends of the night.
That summer wind was all around me
Nothing between us but the night
When I told her that Id never
She softly whispered thats alright
And then I watched her hands of leather
Turn to velvet in a touch
Theres never been a summer
When I have ever learned so much.
We had a need to feel the thunder
To chase the lightning from the sky
To watch a storm with all its wonder
Written in her lovers eyes
She had to ride the heat of passion
Like a comet burning bright
Rushing headlong in the wind
Now where only dreams have been
Burning both ends of the night.
I often think about that summer
The sweat, the moonlight and the lace
And I have rarely held another
When I havent seen her face
And every time I pass a wheat field
And watch it dancing with the wind
Although I know it isnt real
I swear inside I feel
Her hungry arms again.
She had a need to feel the thunder
To chase the lightning from the sky
To watch a storm with all its wonder
Written in her lovers eyes
She had to ride the heat of passion
Like a comet burning bright
Rushing headlong in the wind
Now where only dreams have been
Burning both ends of the night.
Rushing in long in the wind
Now where only dreams have been
Burnin both ends of the night
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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The Band of Gideon
The band of Gideon roam the sky,
The howling wind is their war-cry,
The thunder roll is their trump's peal,
And the lightning flash their vengeful steel.
Each black cloud
Is a fiery steed.
And they cry aloud
With each strond deed,
"The sword of the lord and Gideon."
And men below rear temples high
And mock their God with reasons why,
And live in arrogance, sin and shame,
And rape their souls for the world's good name.
Each black cloud
Is a fiery steed.
And they cry aloud
With each strond deed,
"The sword of the lord and Gideon."
The band of Gideon roam the sky
And view the earth with baleful eye,
In holy wrath they scourge the land
With earth-quake, storm and burning brand.
Each black cloud
Is a fiery steed.
And they cry aloud
With each strond deed,
"The sword of the lord and Gideon."
The lightnings flash and the thunders roll,
And "Lord have mercy on my soul,"
Cry men as they fall on the stricken sod,
In agony searching for their God.
Each black cloud
Is a fiery steed.
And they cry aloud
With each strond deed,
"The sword of the lord and Gideon."
And men repent and then forget
That heavenly wrath they ever met,
The band of Gideon yet will come
And strike their tongues of blasphemy dumb.
Each black cloud
Is a fiery steed.
And they cry aloud
With each strond deed,
"The sword of the lord and Gideon."
poem by Joseph Seamon Cotter
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Two at sea shore
Sitting
together
in quiet moments
looking into world of water,
torrent of waves;
freeze fire of hearts
young couple,
evoke current of soul
reminiscence of past
the old
on strand
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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The Intelligence We Serve
Repercussions will come rushing,
To repay for our own actions.
To react as if it doesn't,
Is that ignorance we lust.
Repercussions will come rushing,
To repay for our own actions.
To react as if it doesn't,
Is that ignorance we lust.
To believe we live for nothing,
Without 'something' that is near.
Knowing everything we do.
And,
IT hears.
Is the ignorance existing in us,
That separates the Universe.
When we are a part of IT...
But thinking the reverse.
We are the mix,
Not the bowl...
In a hold that grows.
And whipped up like ingredients,
To serve a great intelligence.
We are that mix,
Not the bowl...
In a hold that grows.
And whipped up like ingredients,
To serve a great intelligence.
Repercussions will come rushing,
To repay for our own actions.
To react as if it doesn't,
Is that ignorance we lust.
Repercussions will come rushing,
To repay for our own actions.
When we wake up to see this...
Conflicts we'll quit!
Whipped up like ingredients,
To serve a great intelligence.
We are not the bowl,
Just stirred in the mix.
Repercussions will come rushing,
As we're stirred up in this mix.
Repercussions will come rushing,
As we're stirred up in this mix.
Repercussions will come rushing,
As we're stirred up in this mix.
The intelligence we serve,
Is greater than our ignorance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mixed Up Girl
(jimmy webb)
Ah, ha, ah
Gonna let you go my angel
Though I could make you stay
I could use my blind self-pity
Throw it in your way
But the times have turned between us
And you know I dont believe
That it makes one bit of difference
If you stay or if you leave
Why cant I be lonely
Like that lonely rushing river?
Pushing down a mountain
On its way to meet the sea
Why cant I need somebody
Like that river needs that ocean?
Why did you have to get so mixed up, baby?
With a mixed up girl
With a mixed up girl like me, yeah
Gonna make it short now, angel
Though I could make it long
I could take through all the changes
And show you where youre wrong
But our dreams dont flow together
And youll never, never see the light
So it really, really doesnt matter
Who is wrong or who is right?
Oh, why cant I be lonely
Like that lonely rushing river?
Its pushing down the mountain
On its way to meet the sea
Oh, why cant I need somebody
Like that river needs that ocean?
Why did you have to get so mixed up, baby?
With a mixed up girl
With a mixed up girl like me, mmm, ooh, mmm, ooh
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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The Sea Is Very Big
Do not ask me to be the wave of some vast sea.
I can agree though if you promise that the wave of the sea
Will but lose itself in the depths of the ocean and
Return again to the refuge of the childhood river.
I do not want to merge with the sea, for
It is vast, it has too great a pride,
And I am afraid of it.
It is bent on devouring the river
in intoxicated ravenousness, but
I refuse to be its victim: only
I can be its occasional companion
some morning, or,
May even go with it to the far distance
some lazy noon.
Provided it gives me the pledge
That each evening it will restore me to the quiet
River of my childhood, which I have seen
Flowing in my body and soul from birth,
That when I shall watch my river some winter night,
Sitting on its bank, it will fill this river of mine
With a new flood tide.
No oceanic cyclone
Only the soft drip-dropp of dew, like a musical tune,
Making the two 'bakul' branches on the bank
Mildly quiver.
Note: Bakul- A kind of flower tree.
poem by Ahsan Habib
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Brave Fish
Torrent tides
Ripping the ride
And the ripple winnowing
Encumbers the quartz
Of time and the fray's
Unmarred, vestal,
Succulent vim.
How do you lose
Yourself?
How do you lose
Life?
Being taken by the current
Like a dead fish
Within the puncturing rift
Of skeletons and daemons
How could you lose it
Without a gamble?
The quintessence of self,
Like a sole gyratory leaf
Needs not a place
For it isn't found;
Liberal, in the pliant
Dictates of inadequacies
And it can swim in the atmosphere,
It can defy gravity
Equipped with buoyancy
In its profound hollowness,
It can drift astray
Out of place
But not lose itself
Unless crashed by
The charred
Infernal flames.
In my anteroom, meander
And find the vexed perplexities
Of unfurling the riddles
Of your turbulent aching
To find yourself.
You have found a place
In the ferrying parade
Of the river, to the sea, to the ocean,
Ballasting salts and chemicals
Metamorphosing the regal
Cloys of tentacles
Injects of treacle.
You are who you are
In the river, the sea, the ocean,
Change is inevitable
But a brave fish
Cannot be taken away
By the foul eddies.
poem by Norman Santos
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Answers Solutions To Many Questions Wait
answers solutions to many questions
wait in a huge sea of troubles
a vast ocean of deep current words
sail a course through depths if you will
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Lightning
I am lightning
A light here then gone
I am lightning
A flash quick and strong
I am lightning
My life to short to tell
I am lightning
The ground scorched where I fell
I am lightning
I never strike in twos
I am lightning
I shatter your light's fuse
I am lightning
Destroying what I touch
I am lightning
And I live as such
A storm has come upon me
The lightning I am strong
The rain falls around me
Makes my arc trails long
I fall from the heavens
Crashing to the earth
Though your call it beckons
I cannot stay by hearth
Though the fire warms me
I'm gone to fast to tell
Though the air, it fights me
I ring true the bell
This ground I've hit before
If not here then there
But it is the same ground
If not the same exchange
The moment I can stand
I'm tossed back to the sky
On the ground I'll never be
Not till the day I die
poem by John Dillenger II
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