The house of envy lies in the lowest hollows, golden, sunless, breathed upon by no wind, grim and filled full of inert chill, and lacking warmth, is always roiled in fog.
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Astonishing Forest
Where the house filled with living
The house continuously giving
Where the house filled with nature
The house filled with adventure
Anything can survive
With the nature it provides
Where the house filled with grass
The house filled with hedges, bushes and plants
Canopy trees be it rain or shine
Will be there for you at any time
Where the green house filled with fresh air
Will shelter you in the heavy rain
O the house of beauty
O the house of sound
So much variety is yet to be found
poem by Sehar Zaman
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Flight of Quest
God gave me da wings of observation,
I thanked to God for this reward,
He gave me desire to fly,
I flew around da world,
With da joy of flight,
But I got sorrowful winds,
Black clouds in every swing,
People with smile,
But pain in hearts,
Meeting hands but not dere hearts,
Deceiving others to flourish themselves,
Meeting hands but lacking warmth,
With the hearts lacking da beat,
Eyes full of expectations,
Lips glued to speak da truth,
Deceiving da one who wants da love,
Da warmth of heart,
Da warmth of hand,
Considering da other to be spare part,
Utilizing when first tans,
.....
I flew with da filled eyes,
For da quest of sincerity,
For da quest of love,
For da quest of friendship,
But what I found worthful,
A snake showman,
Closing da snake box,
By saying them up,
Humans r dere to bit others,
......
My wings broke,
I said to God,
Burn da wings I couldn't resist,
Smiled and said,
That’s distinct an angel,
From da school of humans!
It’s up to u,
Take legs
Or
Take wings! ! ! ! !
poem by Arshia Mukhtar
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On Envy (From The Greek)
Pity, says the Theban bard,
From my wishes I discard;
Envy, let me rather be,
Rather far, a theme for thee.
Pity to distress is shown.
Envy to the great alone--
So the Theban -- But to shine
Less conspicuous be mine!
I prefer the golden mean,
Pomp and penury between;
For alarm and peril wait
Ever on the loftiest state
And the lowest to the end
Obloquy and scorn attend.
poem by William Cowper
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The Bushman
When the merchant lies down, he can scarce go to sleep
For thinking of his merchandise upon the fatal deep;
His ships may be cast away or taken in a war,
So him alone we'll envy not, who true bushmen are.
Who true bushmen are,
So him alone we'll envy not, who true bushmen are!
When the soldier lies down, his mind is full of thought
O'er seeking that promotion which so long he has sought;
He fain would gain repose for mortal wound or scar,
So him also we'll envy not, who true bushmen are.
When the sailor lies down, his mind he must prepare
To rouse out in a minute if the wind should prove unfair.
His voyage may be stopped for the want of a spar,
So him also we'll envy not, who true bushmen are.
When the bushman lies down, his mind is free from care,
He knows his stock will furnish him with meat, wear and tear.
Should all commerce be ended in the event of a war,
Then bread and beef won't fail us boys, who true bushmen are.
Then fill, fill your glasses, a toast I'll give you, then,
To you who call yourselves true-hearted men.
Here's a health to the soldier and e'en the jolly tar,
And may they always meet as good friends as we bushmen are.
Who true bushmen are,
And may they always meet as good friends as we bushmen are.
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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0186 Praise
'Whatever that you think you lack - give that! ' -
this saying, heard, lodged in my mind a space;
like seed that seems inert - yet, not inert;
its hidden clock an instrument of grace;
the mind, that soil which meanwhile does not know:
it neither knows what lies in its embrace,
nor its own precious nutrients which grow
that seed; nor knows the Sower; nor His grace -
until the day that in some Spring of light,
I realised: I, meanly, denied - praise:
the praise of human beings in my sight;
and thus, the praise of that one source of praise.
so sought occasion, each and All to praise;
now Praise, with golden hand, seeds all my days.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Early Works - She’s Gone Away
With trembling lips, she said goodbye
left me alone to cry
the old north wind blew at the door
to chill my heart for evermore.
She’s gone away I know not where
turned her back on a heart that cared.
She’s gone away left me alone
now this old house is no longer a home
there is no laughter here anymore
there is no warmth like before.
The old north wind chills everything
and yesterday I found the ring
the little band of gold she wore
discarded just outside the door
Date unknown
poem by David Harris
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Here In My House
Here in my house.
My dreams are filled in the here and now.
Here in my house.
Things seem so estranged.
Life's closer to being changed.
Where I live there is a numbness.
There's an emptiness waiting to be undone.
Here in my house.
I need peace and solitude.
I want the happy interlude.
Where's the happiness?
Why the sappiness?
Here in my house.
I want a lover to feed me.
Come and take me to bed.
Save my room for my heart to be filled.
Here in my house.
Outside, life torments and plays with the wind.
You get caught up in the bum rush.
When love comes, it hurts too much.
You don't want to let go.
Here in my house.
Let's sweep away our cares.
Find a place to get our anger out.
Constructively, with every whimp of passion.
Love rules out your heart.
That what love does.
Here in my house.
You want it too much.
Here in my house.
poem by Raven Brent
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Winter Sleeps
Let winter fall in nature's bed.
Plump springtime's pillow for his head.
A flowered spread to tuck him in ~
to warm the seasoned chill within.
May roses climb to hide his chill
and chase the golden daffodils
away to play within life's stream ~
and not disturb the winter's dream.
Sweet violets share your purple hue.
Tiptoe 'cross the emerald view.
Amid your petal's scented breath
now winter sleeps ~ in nature's depth.
Morning glory do be strong
and when the sunrise comes along ~
nod your head with lullabyes
upon the bed where winter lies.
Sweet peas and forget-me-nots
planted in those bedded spots ~
don't giggle cause you're in full bloom.
If winter wakes ~ 'twill be our doom.
Beneath spring sun ~ may winter rest.
Sleeping deep in garden's nest.
Alas, sweet warmth flows warm and mild ~
awaiting now sweet summer's child.
poem by Hazelmarie Elliott
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Gullible
The Black Bird portents the gloom
As he drives home the night...
Muted tones of grey accent his shadow
Conjuring up visions of panic and fright;
As a drought of a hundred years
Where the Earth wrinkles and cracks
The Raven bodes poorly for this day
As the muted grey tones now turn to black;
Fashionably correct or understated...
The less is more philosophy-
Sophistication is borderline-ice cold-dry
As the Raven has gotten the better of me;
Lacking-oh so lacking in any warmth...
Driven to a dark chill of regret and woe
The Black Bird has shown its true colours
Ironically, telling me, what i needed to know;
poem by Theodora Onken
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The Old Stone Cross
A STATESMAN is an easy man,
He tells his lies by rote;
A journalist makes up his lies
And takes you by the throat;
So stay at home' and drink your beer
And let the neighbours' vote,
Said the man in the golden breastplate
Under the old stone Cross.
Because this age and the next age
Engender in the ditch,
No man can know a happy man
From any passing wretch;
If Folly link with Elegance
No man knows which is which,
Said the man in the golden breastplate
Under the old stone Cross.
But actors lacking music
Do most excite my spleen,
They say it is more human
To shuffle, grunt and groan,
Not knowing what unearthly stuff
Rounds a mighty scene,
Said the man in the golden breastplate
Under the old stone Cross.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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One’s drive
I should marry such a woman
As others would envy me my wife.
I should attain such a position
As others would envy me my place.
I should construct such a building
As others would envy me my house.
In absence of others, I have no drive.
Envy, not love, influences one’s drive.
03.11.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Inspired by Issa - Winter Wind
winter wind -
pet cat hogs
its warmth
winter wind
her hands in his
warm her up
winter wind
enveloping her hands
the warmth of his heart
winter wind -
pet cat reclines
in its warmth
inspired by
winter wind-
wearing a straw bag
on Mount Hakone
-Issa,1813
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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House 155
Once upon a midnight dreary
Where light was
Weak and weary
Ghost and goblins Run to
House 155 in Mary
Trick or treat
Was there story
Until their
End was gory
The thunder clapped, lightening flashed.
they heard an evil cackle
A ruby liquid filled the house of 155
House 155
Go in but
not out alive
say trick our treat
a sure way to not survive
on all hollows eve
the house Zombies revive
A diabolical plan
They will contrive
To wait for the
Ghost and goblins to connive
Parent of ghost asking
'What happens to my seeds
tell me all me more'
Will the goblins live?
Qouth the physician nevermore
On Halloween
The goblins perish
And nothing more
Goblin that real name
Is john smith
Is now gone
For evermore
A trick or treater of
House 155
Is no more
Do you dare go to
House 155 on Halloween
I hope no one nevermore!
poem by Jose Duran
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It's Grim Up North
It's Grim Up North
by The Justified Ancients of Mu Mu
Transcribed by Drew Radtke
Bolton,
Barnsley,
Nelson,
Colne,
Burnley
Bradford,
Buxton,
Crewe,
Warrington,
Widnes,
Wigan,
Leeds,
Northwich,
Nantwich,
Knutsford,
Hull,
Sale,
Salford,
Southport,
Leigh,
Derby,
Kearsley
Keighley
Maghull,
Harrogate,
Huddersfield,
Oldham, Lancs,
Grimsby,
Glossop,
Hebden Bridge,
It's Grim Up North,
It's Grim Up North.
Brighouse,
Bootle,
Featherstone,
Speke,
Runcorn,
Rotherham,
Rochdale,
Barrow,
Morecambe,
Macclesfield,
Lytham St. Annes
Clitheroe,
Cleethorpes,
The M62,
It's Grim Up North,
It's Grim Up North.
Pendlebury,
Prestwich,
Preston,
York,
Skipton,
Scunthorpe,
Scarborough-on-Sea,
Chester,
Chorley,
Cheedle Hulme,
Ormskirk,
Accrington Stanley,
and Leigh,
Ossett,
Otley,
Ikley Moor,
Sheffield,
Manchester,
Castleford,
Skem,
Doncaster,
Dewsbury,
Hali-fax,
Bingley,
Bramall,
Are all in the North.
It's Grim Up North,
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It's Grim Up North,
It's Grim Up North
song performed by by KLF
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Breathe
Breathe your life...
Ive got to come down
Ive been awake for far too long
My eyes look torn, they were so strong
I wore the crown, I wrote the song
Now its fading
My heart was open
Like a window to a summer breeze
I breaaaathed your love,
I filled my lungs and veins
And I breaaathed your love
Until I felt the pain
And like rain it slipped away
I tried to find out
What love was realy all about
Behind the curtain waits the sky
Its rare I feel enough to cry
Im drying up inside
My life was open
Like a window to the summer breeze
I breathed your love,
I filled my lungs and veins
And I breathed your love
Until I met the pain and like rain
It slipped away, just like a little rain.
I breathed your love
And nothing stayed the same.
Yes, I breathed your love
And filled my heart in vain cos like rain
It slipped away, just like rain it swept away.
song performed by by Roxette
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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On the Second Day
On the second day,
The moth still sat, inert,
In the bowl of the urinal—
Still wedged between
The plastic of grating
Of the puck cover,
Still caressing
The deodorizing cake
That bakes in the warmth
Of several daily golden fountains:
In something personal.
By this time,
It had wings like wet,
Waxy tissue paper,
Folded to its body,
Which shribbled in
The humid, faux-sterile
Air.
The moth looked a paler shade,
Its skin warping to a half-way
Transparent wrinkle,
To a putrefied fold
Of dissolving empty space.
The poor moth.
I felt bad for it.
I tried to flush it again
To no avail,
So what else could I do?
I had to aim at the target
And take it down,
Sinking it momentarily
In the warmth of whatever
Left me,
Whatever traces of yerba mate
And morning shake might've
Percolated out
At 11: 14.
No offense to you, dear insect.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Ocean is as one with the world
As I Stare out into the Sea,
I can feel the soft oceans breeze
the warmth from the sun
the grass dances with the whistling wind
the ocean is filled with thoughts
and mysteries,
I feel the cool water
the ocean is alive filled with lost souls
washing emotions up onto the shore
My feet sink in the softness of the sand
The ocean is made up of dreams
and achievements,
My mind lies in the heart of the ocean
The rocks are bones
Out in the open the waves settle and
wait for their attack,
I feel as one with the ocean
as the ocean feels like one
with the world.
poem by Izabelle Sheridan
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Mine Forever
Body and mind, trapped in a cage,
Heart and soul, filled with rage,
Losing control,
Breaking down,
Giving up,
Eyes blinded,
Filled with tears,
Loss of sight,
My heart slashed open,
With an axe,
Broken,
Bleeding through the cracks,
Feelings flying on a kite,
String cut, lost in flight,
But just as I was about to give in,
An angle showed me the light,
A girl That I dream of at night,
She breathed, breath, back into my body,
Made my heart beat once again,
Warmth filled every vein,
Felt like dancing in the rain,
Her beauty could not compare,
She loves me, and I'm aware,
I love her, and she knows I care,
Her soft sweet voice gives me butterflies,
Between me and her, there are no lies,
Her cute little smile makes my day,
When I look into her beautiful eyes,
I just don't know what to say,
She will always be
My baby,
My sweet heart,
My cuddle buddy,
My cutie pie,
My one,
My only,
My guardian,
My angle,
Through thick and thin,
Good and bad,
I'll never let go,
I'll never leave,
No matter what,
Forever and ever,
She'll always be mine,
Forever and always.
poem by Jacob Gifford
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Your Simple Dream
you have traveled far
and studied in different
universities and these
did not really make you
happy,
your dream is so simple
as having to caress
a shoulder
brown and wide
enough to fill
your emptiness,
and tonight you fulfill
said dream
your palms land
on the patch of your
simplest dream
to love and
simply be loved in return
and your eyes look
with such a lovely blink
like a dim light
of the bulb teasing
the walls and the ceiling
and the window
and doors now all
shut because of you
they must die in
envy with you
and you let love
swim in your swamps
fly in your clouds
and walk on your
mountains
you let all the birds
sing and the earthworms
burrow
there is no patch in
you that is lacking
each is full and filled
with scent and color
and texture
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sonnet: Rely In God
Like rider lone on horseback in desert,
While vultures scream encircling overhead;
To sun and wind and dusty storms inert,
In quest of hope-filled plains, I ride half-dead!
My horse is weary and I am tired;
The mirage of an ‘oasis’ I see;
The air I breathe is hotter expired;
I need water and food and rest surely.
And suddenly, I see a stream aflow!
But it is full of crocodiles afloat!
From one danger to another, I go;
To cross the stream, God must give me His boat.
The God who cared for me until today,
Will surely guide me rest of my long way.
poem by John Celes
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