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Dripping Water
Dripping water, dripping water,
everywhere!
from the horizon of heaven,
on the land, on the sand,
makes me happy, and so elated,
Dripping water, dripping water,
everywhere!
from the dark black clouds,
on the leaves, on the tress,
gives them a slow quick bath,
Dripping water, dripping water,
everywhere!
from the thunderstruck light,
on the eyes, on the cheeks,
makes everyone to turn the face up!
Dripping water, dripping water,
everywhere!
from the beauty of sky,
onthe mud, on the rivers,
makes musical splashes when gets strike,
Dripping water, dripping water,
everywhere!
from the love of vast scream,
to the beautiful murmors of land,
makes me sing, and dance.
poem by Tayyeba Mustafa
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXXI: It doesn't mean any harm
It may be provocative
It may be disturbing
But it doesn't mean any harm
It may be rough
It may be emotional
But it doesn't mean any harm
It may be wild
It may be rebellious
But it doesn't mean any harm
It may go unplanned
It may look careless
But it doesn't mean any harm
It may be a nuisance
It may be a mistake
But it doesn't mean any harm
It may be a mess
It may be complicated
But it doesn't mean any harm
It may be slow progress
It may test the patience
But it doesn't mean any harm
It may be a hard blow
It may shake the faith
But it doesn't mean any harm
It may be cursed
It may be judged cruel
But it doesn't mean any harm
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Leave It Open
With my ego in my gut,
My babbling mouth would wash it up.
(but now Ive started learning how,)
I keep it shut.
My door was never locked,
Until one day a trigger come cocking.
(but now Ive started learning how,)
I keep it shut.
Wide eyes would clean and dust
Things that decay, things that rust.
(but now Ive started learning how,)
I keep em shut.
I keep em shut.
Harm is in us.
Harm is in us, but power to arm.
Harm is in us.
Harm in us, but power to arm.
Harm is in us.
(leave it open!)
Harm is in us, but power to arm.
Narrow mind would persecute it,
Die a little to get to it.
(but now Ive started learning how.)
I leave it open.
I kept it in a cage,
Watched it weeping, but I made it stay.
(but now Ive started learning how.)
I leave it open.
I leave it open.
Harm is in us.
Harm in us, but power to arm.
Harm is in us.
Harm in us, but power to arm.
Harm is in us.
(leave it open!)
Harm in us, but power to arm.
Harm is in us.
Harm in us, but power to arm.
Harm is in us.
(leave it open!)
Harm in us, but power to arm.
Harm is in us.
Harm in us, but power to arm.
Harm is in us.
Har in us, but power to arm.
Harm is in us!
Harm is in us!
Harm is in us!
Harm is in us!
Harm is in us!
Harm is in us--
Harm in you and in me!
What you letting in?
Tell me what youre letting in.
Say what were gonna let in!
We let the weirdness in.
We let the weirdness in.
We let the weirdness in.
We let the weirdness in.
We let the weirdness in.
song performed by by Kate Bush
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Wine (Love Poem)
Wine is for laughing
Wine is for talking all night
Wine is for living life out loud
Wine is for making us beautiful
Wine is for all-night conversations
Wine is for getting together again
Wine is for ‘never again’ tomorrow
Wine is for sleeping like a baby
Wine is for telling the truth
Wine is food for love
Wine is friendship
Wine is fresh
Wine
Can
Be
The
One
Perfe ct
Companion
At the end of a long day
poem by Ian Beckett
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What Is It About The Night
What is it about the night
that makes the youth play,
they make hay in the moonshine,
entwine and mingle if they're single
booze and groove an' sway to jingles.
What is it about the night
that makes their eyes shine,
makes them drink wine,
makes their hearts dance,
makes them chill to the beat.
What is it about the night
that fills my frame with fear,
makes me shed salt tears,
gives me shivers, quivers,
leaves me low and cold.
I am a creature of the day,
morning dew and sunlight,
balmy breezes in my face
and spring water as a chaser
to melt my fears away.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Whatever Makes You Mine
On a hill by a church
One warm summer day
I saw a man with a child living,
In his eyes; but he couldn't say
What he saw in the world,
What he wanted to claim;
He couldn't say the truth,
Could never say my name.
My chest is your grimoire,
My tears are your wine;
Go ahead, kill the animal
If it makes you more mine.
He wanted to own me,
To gather me close;
Wanted every sunrise thing,
But could never make that choice.
We met by the woods,
On a dark winters day;
We talked with our hands, never used
One word; and side by side we lay..
My chest is your grimoire,
My tears are your wine;
Go ahead, kill the animal
It if makes you more mine
On a long endless night,
He died in my arms,
No one ever knew it was me; his alone;
Just for him only, just to keep him from harm.
So go tell all your loved ones
How much you love them truly,
And give them sweet gifts, all your best to give
Don't save them for rain,
Don't save for something better;
In this world we know not, how long we may live.
And my chest is your grimoire,
And my tears be your wine;
So go on, kill that animal-
Whatever makes you mine.
poem by Patti Masterman
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Wine and Water
Old Noah he had an ostrich farm and fowls on the largest scale,
He ate his egg with a ladle in a egg-cup big as a pail,
And the soup he took was Elephant Soup and fish he took was Whale,
But they all were small to the cellar he took when he set out to sail,
And Noah he often said to his wife when he sat down to dine,
"I don't care where the water goes if it doesn't get into the wine."
The cataract of the cliff of heaven fell blinding off the brink
As if it would wash the stars away as suds go down a sink,
The seven heavens came roaring down for the throats of hell to drink,
And Noah he cocked his eye and said, "It looks like rain, I think,
The water has drowned the Matterhorn as deep as a Mendip mine,
But I don't care where the water goes if it doesn't get into the wine."
But Noah he sinned, and we have sinned; on tipsy feet we trod,
Till a great big black teetotaller was sent to us for a rod,
And you can't get wine at a P.S.A., or chapel, or Eisteddfod,
For the Curse of Water has come again because of the wrath of God,
And water is on the Bishop's board and the Higher Thinker's shrine,
But I don't care where the water goes if it doesn't get into the wine.
poem by G.K. Chesterton
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Wine and Water
Old Noah he had an ostrich farm and fowls on the largest scale,
He ate his egg with a ladle in a egg-cup big as a pail,
And the soup he took was Elephant Soup and fish he took was Whale,
But they all were small to the cellar he took when he set out to sail,
And Noah he often said to his wife when he sat down to dine,
"I don't care where the water goes if it doesn't get into the wine."
The cataract of the cliff of heaven fell blinding off the brink
As if it would wash the stars away as suds go down a sink,
The seven heavens came roaring down for the throats of hell to drink,
And Noah he cocked his eye and said, "It looks like rain, I think,
The water has drowned the Matterhorn as deep as a Mendip mine,
But I don't care where the water goes if it doesn't get into the wine."
But Noah he sinned, and we have sinned; on tipsy feet we trod,
Till a great big black teetotaller was sent to us for a rod,
And you can't get wine at a P.S.A., or chapel, or Eisteddfod,
For the Curse of Water has come again because of the wrath of God,
And water is on the Bishop's board and the Higher Thinker's shrine,
But I don't care where the water goes if it doesn't get into the wine.
poem by G.K. Chesterton
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Smiling
The beach makes me smile
I love the color of the water
And the feel of the salty air
On my skin
Hearing my favorite song on the radio makes me smile
I'll roll down the windows
And sing along
Just a little bit off key
Seeing other people smile, makes me smile
Laughing children,
Happy cashiers at the grocery store
As they ring up my loaf of bread
It's the simplest things that make me smile
But do you know what makes me smile most of all?
Being near you makes me smile
I would like to smile the rest of my life
(TUESDAY FEBRUARY 16,2010)
poem by Allie Jones
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Divine Epigrams: To our Lord, upon the Water Made Wine
Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life,
Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of thy reign,
Distills from thence the tears of wrath and strife,
And so turns wine to water back again.
poem by Richard Crashaw
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To our Lord, upon the Water Made Wine
Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life,
Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of thy reign,
Distills from thence the tears of wrath and strife,
And so turns wine to water back again.
poem by Richard Crashaw
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There is a jewel
There is a jewel, which no Indian mines
Can buy, no chymic art can counterfeit,
It makes men rich in greatest poverty,
Makes water wine; turns wooden cups to gold;
The homely whistle, to sweet music’s strain.
Seldom it comes, to few from Heaven sent,
That much in little, all in nought content.
poem by John Wilbye
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Wine and Water
Old Noah he had an ostrich farm and fowls on the largest scale,
He ate his egg with a ladle in a egg-cup big as a pail,
And the soup he took was Elephant Soup and fish he took was Whale,
But they all were small to the cellar he took when he set out to sail,
And Noah he often said to his wife when he sat down to dine,
"I don't care where the water goes if it doesn't get into the wine."
The cataract of the cliff of heaven fell blinding off the brink
As if it would wash the stars away as suds go down a sink,
The seven heavens came roaring down for the throats of hell to drink,
And Noah he cocked his eye and said, "It looks like rain, I think,
The water has drowned the Matterhorn as deep as a Mendip mine,
But I don't care where the water goes if it doesn't get into the wine."
But Noah he sinned, and we have sinned; on tipsy feet we trod,
Till a great big black teetotaller was sent to us for a rod,
And you can't get wine at a P.S.A., or chapel, or Eisteddfod,
For the Curse of Water has come again because of the wrath of God,
And water is on the Bishop's board and the Higher Thinker's shrine,
But I don't care where the water goes if it doesn't get into the wine.
poem by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
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Sunshine On My Shoulder
sunshine, on my shoulders - makes me happy
sunshine, in my eyes - can make me cry
sunshine, on the water - looks so lovely
sunshine, almost always - makes me high
if i had a day that i could give you
i'd give to you a day just like today
if i had a song that i could sing for you
i'd sing a song to make you feel this way
sunshine, on my shoulders - makes me happy
sunshine, in my eyes - can make me cry
sunshine, on the water - looks so lovely
sunshine, almost always - makes me high
if i had a tale that i could tell you
i'd tell a tale sure to make you smile
if i had a wish that i could wish for you
i'd make a wish for sunshine all the while
sunshine, on my shoulders - makes me happy
sunshine, in my eyes - can make me cry
sunshine, on the water - looks so lovely
sunshine, almost always - makes me high
sunshine almost al the times makes me high
sunshine, almost always
song performed by by John Denver
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Coupling
beware the water
beware the wine
the ingredient life of two...
is but a stitch in time
don’t water the fermented wine
don’t pollute the infusion vine
essence of fine cultivated grapes
sacred secret time held hallowed
taste sensual coupling embracing
essence selected chosen wine
plays sanctified soul embracing
songs in recipient mind
it was the finest harvest
it was a legendary year
so due seasons come regardless
so a summer none could impair
put the bottle in the rack now
please lock the wine cellar door
let ingredients mallow mature blend together
attain taste of age fine wine delectably is better
stone wine cellar is cold and timeless
stone purpose staunch does not falter alter
cooper still makes art form oaken casks
barrels bent shaped oaken ribs time censure
a choice wine must serve requisite time
an impassioned soul be flesh entwined
embodiment at discretion of inspired creator
sensitivity in tune with judgment of majestic maker
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Harold And Joe
Nothing ever gets in my way
Nothing ever gets on my mind
Nothing ever makes me stop to think about
Nothing of the kind
Nothing ever loses me sleep
And nothing ever wins my heart
Nothing ever makes me want to sing along
And nothing makes me want to start
If i'm falling down a mountain
Then i pick myself up
And if i crash into an iceberg
I don't give a frightful look around
If i am burning then i put myself out
I'm so completely full
I scare the world
Oh all the world
All inside out
Just look around
Just look around
Nothing ever puts me out
Nothing ever pulls me in
Nothing ever makes me want to jump
Nothing makes me want to begin
Nothing ever gets me down
Nothing ever gets me uptight
Nothing ever makes me run around
And nothing makes me feel i might
If i'm hanging from a peach tree
Then i cut myself down
And if i look into the sun
I just turn up the sound
And if i swallow deathcap loverooms
Then i spit them right out
I'm so completely full
I scare the world
Yeah all the world
Inside out
Just look around
Just look around
Nothing ever gets in my way
Nothing ever gets on my mind
Nothing ever makes me stop to think about
Nothing of the kind
Harold and joe
Go go go
(sing bird sing)
song performed by by Cure
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Harold & Joe
Nothing ever gets in my way
Nothing ever gets on my mind
Nothing ever makes me stop to think about
Nothing of the kind
Nothing ever loses me sleep
And nothing ever wins my heart
Nothing ever makes me want to sing along
And nothing makes me want to start
If Im falling down a mountain
Then I pick myself up
And if I crash into an iceberg
I dont give a frightful look around
If I am burning then I put myself out
Im so completely full
I scare the world
Oh all the world
All inside out
Just look around
Just look around
Nothing ever puts me out
Nothing ever pulls me in
Nothing ever makes me want to jump
Nothing makes me want to begin
Nothing ever gets me down
Nothing ever gets me uptight
Nothing ever makes me run around
And nothing makes me feel I might
If Im hanging from a peach tree
Then I cut myself down
And if I look into the sun
I just turn up the sound
And if I swallow deathcap loverooms
Then I spit them right out
Im so completely full
I scare the world
Yeah all the world
Inside out
Just look around
Just look around
Nothing ever gets in my way
Nothing ever gets on my mind
Nothing ever makes me stop to think about
Nothing of the kind
Harold and joe
Go go go
(sing bird sing)
song performed by by Cure
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Somethin About
This song was first released on the its about time album. it is the only album it has been released on.
Theres somethin about the ocean rising up to meet the shoreline
Somethin about a river the way it runs to meet the sea
Theres somethin about a rainfall and its like the gift of living
Theres somethin about that water that makes me sing
Oh somethin about the mountains rising right straight up to heaven
And somethin about a canyon in the shade of a cottonwood tree
Somethin about the desert in the afterglow of evening
Theres somethin about the west that makes me sing
Theres somethin about the way you love me baby
Theres somethin about the way your lips meet mine
Theres somethin about the way you like to touch me
It really turns me on and makes my little light shine
Theres somethin about the way you love me baby
Theres somethin about the way your lips meet mine
Theres somethin about the way you like to touch me
It really turns me on and makes my little light shine
Theres somethin about the forest in the latter days of august
Theres somethin about the country on the very first day of springtime
Theres somethin about a wheatfield, oh you know I love the prairie
Theres somethin about the land that makes me sing
Words and music by john denver
song performed by by John Denver
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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