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April In My Heart
H. meinardi / hoagy carmichael
Theres snowflakes in the sky
And geese are flying high
But its april in my heart again
The devil got his due
Loves holiday is through
Love and I have made a happy start again
Through leaves lie on the ground
The world just turned around
It isnt fall at all you see
Its spring that I have found
Theres frost in central park
At five its almost dark
Whats the difference
When youve heard loves sweet amend
Theres snowflakes in the sky
And geese are flying high
But theres april in my heart again
song performed by by Billie Holiday
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Pan Of Sorrows
I will give you the grain of tears,
Roast my sorrows in your pan,
O, tender of the fire.
Tender of the fire, branch of magnolia,
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
I am late already,
The shadows are fading,
The cattle have returned,
From the forest.
The birds have raised their clamor.
Roast my sorrows in your pan,
Tender of the fire.
Hurry, be quick,
I have far to go,
To the place
Where my companions have gone.
I have heard the road to that town is difficult
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
Tender of the fire.
When my turn comes,
Your bale of kindling is damp.
Why has your earthen pan
Become flaccid?
What has gone wrong with your fire?
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
Tender of the fire.
Mine is just a handful of grains,
Roast them, and let me go on my way,
Don't leave them raw,
Roast them well.
I beg you, bring an end to this wrangling,
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
Tender of the fire.
The wind has dropped,
Its mournful weeping ended.
A sweet heat
Is rising in the stars.
My breaths are like a marriage procession
Whose bridegroom is displeased.
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
O tender of the fire.
Tender of the fire, branch of magnolia,
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
poem by Shiv Kumar Batalvi
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Flying V
Flying V
If you're standing underneath it, you will see when you inspect it
That a flying V is made of flying geese
The pointed end flies in the lead
So when it flies, it's hard to read
You've got to tip your head to see
Flying V, Flying V
It's a V
In the window of a music store, or on stage at a rock show
Now a flying V is made of a guitar
The pointed end flies in the lead
So when it flies, it's hard to read
You have to be upside-down to see it
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Land Called Ours
Inside the dozens of trees amassing in the wilderness
There reigns a horse flying in the cosmos of thoughts,
How do they spell their dangers to themselves?
Occurring tonight, like the buzzing oceans, we
Spend our money like the honey of Paradise.
Geese flock, giraffes whack and somersaults
Are composed with vigour, the rigid leaves spring.
My innocent mouth manages a room of rains and showers,
Inert chemicals flood the banks of the trees and mouth.
The land called Earth is superior to managements
Of the aliens, those founders of health for themselves.
Open the doors to electrifying youth, a tree and mouth
Occasions to remake the earth of the soil,
Moderation is the key to their justice,
Many characters abound in the living city
Of surprise and condemnation.
poem by Naveed Akram
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geese flying south
over the school bus
a perfect V
haiku by Ben Gieske
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A roast pigeon will not fly into one's mouth.
Flying
Forever is ending
But you see a deer
Love isn't bending
It's gone with the beer
And I know that I am feeling better
Mary wants to love me so I'll let her
Chains and the irons
Have fallen off of me
I am much much lighter
Everyone can see
And I know that I am feeling better
Suzi wants to love me so I'll let her
I'm flying
I'm flying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
Ain't lying
No crying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
Singing so loudly
I'm drowning out the birds
Singing nothing special
Just any happy words
And I know that I'm feeling better
Sally wants to love me so I'll let her
I'm flying
I'm flying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
Ain't lying
No crying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
I'm gliding
I'm soaring
I'm riding
I'm sweeping
I'm flying high
I'm flying
And I know that I am feeling better
Mary wants to love me so I'll let her
I'm flying
I'm flying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
Ain't lying
No crying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
I'm flying
I'm flying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
Ain't lying
No crying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
I'm flying
I'm flying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
song performed by by Rick Springfield
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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a glittering pond
bronze reflection of sunset
a geese flying low
haiku by Alice Cuenca
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Beautiful snow sight,
Geese flying to southern lights
Now gone with the wind
haiku by Ken e Hall
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Do Not Worship It
Caught in the wind, the eagles sway and swing,
Fortune is a balancer of their wings, like the wind.
May fortune ride like the wind as the breeze blows,
Going to the celebration is of flying there,
Geese are also flying in the sky, less than us.
Gases and liquids bulge in the air,
How destructive it feels from the horizon!
How are we told this fate, if we ourselves hate?
poem by Naveed Akram
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A man must keep his mouth open a long while before a roast pigeon files into it.
Man who waits for roast duck to fly into mouth must wait very, very long time.
Man who waits for roast duck to fly into mouth must wait very, very long time.
quote by Jules Renard
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Septolet (Comes Autumn)
Autumn geese
in formation
flying
off somewhere
Summer’s birds
singing in the trees
unknowing
poem by Carolyn Brunelle
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The Tune of The Wild Geese’s Tomb
Among the earthly mortals, I ask: what is Love
That engages couples through life and death?
This flying pair, traveling from south to north,
Had old wings, which survived several summers and winters.
Staying paired is happy,
But to severe, bitter: a trap in itself where devoted lovers
Still long to be trapped. He must have had a thought:
For whom shall I trail a forlorn shadow flying over
Ten thousand miles of gray clouds
And mountains of night snow?
On this road by Fen River, the old pipes, and drums
Are gone. Only bleak smoke and vast woods are left.
Vain to evoke the ancient ghosts. The Mountain Spirit
Also, wails in vain. Heaven envies the geese,
Not believing they’ll return to dust like orioles
And swallows. There they’ll remain, for a thousand
Autumns, awaiting the poets of later generations
Who is coming, rhapsodizing and quaffing
Just for a view of the wild geese’s tomb.
poem by Yuan Haowen
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flame-hued firmament
wild geese flying in v shape
fleeting autumn wind
haiku by Alice Cuenca
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A peasant will stand on the top of a hill for a very long time with his mouth open before a roast duck will fly in.
There are no golden geese. There are only fat geese eating the food that could nourish more athletic opportunities for women.
quote by Donna A. Lopiano
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The Black Bird...
it was her black bird
first that saw and i never stopped thinking since then
figuring what is the meaning of having
those black wings
flying
and to where is this direction heading?
from my mouth is borne the
blackbird bearing my own name
at the tip of its
beak
and it is flying now too low to touch
the needles of the pines
do you not see that it is tired
and wants to hover on one of those twigs?
how can you relate to blackbirds?
they grown from our throats and comes out
from our lips
and they keep on flying
wishing you can keep it flying still
higher and higher
until you finally give up
and tell the truth
about its
flesh and bones
until you remove all its black feathers
and burn all them
for the gods to smell.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Make em’ Stare
Green little frogs
Go swimming by
Geese are flying
In the sky
A quiet day in my chair
A quiet flower in my hair
Gee it sure does
Make em’ stare
poem by Mark Thompson
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