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That great Cathedral space which was childhood.

quote by Virginia Woolf
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Put three grains of sand inside a vast cathedral, and the cathedral will be more closely packed with sand than space is with stars.

quote by James Jeans
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My Childhood Garden

my childhood garden

my childhood garden
lush and green
it was so happy it made me scream
my joy and hopes
and all my mopes
my childhood garden

my childhood garden
with the ups and downs
when i jumped i could not touch the ground
with my purle ponys
it made it homey
my childhood garden

my childhood garden
flying high
with the little lies
the grass fine
up in the sky my kite
my childhood garden

my childhood garden
now in the past
i now know that it can never last
now as i get taller
it was differnt when i was smaller
my childhood garden

poem by Danielle Eager
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Cathedral Spires

They have blown away the daylight hours we had
Left a leagcy, a deadly aftermath
We cannot exist in godforsaken lands
As we spiral down into oblivion
Breathing the fumes of fires that they ignite
Losing ground and we are all just losing sight
We shall never see another setting sun
Time to rise up and ascend, the end has come
No more willpower
Choked by hell fire
Darkness above
Blackening out the sun
Gripped by steel claws
Corrosion eating us
So before were all devoured
Time to rise up and retire
In cathedral spires
Watching as the world expires
From up amongst the clouds
In cathedral spires
No names
No graves
No prayers
Can save us
Ashes to dust
Doomsdays upon us now
It cannot be stopped
Genocide all is lost
Oh! were so tired
Time to rise up and conspire
In cathedral spires
Watching as our world expires
From up above the clouds
In cathedral spires
Jaws of corruption
Swallow us as one
Consuming every nation
Evoke resistance getting none
Complete disintegration
No good to defend
There can be but one outcome
We are no more - ascend
Vaporized fury
Offers no sanctuary
Oh! were so tired
Time to rise up and retire
In cathedral spires
Watching as the world expires
From up amongst the clouds
In cathedral
In cathedral spires
Oh! were so tired
Watching the world expire
Time that we retire
Up in cathedral spires
Oh! were so tired
Watching the world expire
Time that we retire
Up in cathedral spires
Oh! were so tired
Watching the world expire
Time that we retire
Up in cathedral spires
Oh! were so tired
Watching the world expire
Time that we retire
Up in cathedral spires

song performed by by Judas Priest
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Primal Death

Space
Time
Space
Travel
Raining
Ai ming
Space
Time
Space
Expanding
Un iting
Increasing
Space
Time
Space
Sweeping
Restraining
Stretching
Space
Time
Space
Wrestling
Throwing
Throwi ng up
Space
Time
Space
Falling
Sinkin g
Overturning
Space
Time
Space
Whi rling
Space
Time
Space
Disturbing
Space
Time
Space
Whirring
Space
Ti me Space
Erring at
Nothing

poem by August Stramm
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Ear Plug World

you watch
the facade of this
red
cathedral,

you know what is
deep inside it

you love every part
of this
red cathedral

you shall be the
tongue

and the caressing
hands

you keep within yourself
that moan

for glory
if someone up there hears it

you shall be
in trouble

it is an ear plug
world

after all.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Len Webster's 'Childhood Is...

Childhood Is

when the world to come
is an adventure to be met

Childhood Is

running and hiding
peeking around blind corners
hoping you have been followed

Childhood Is

ducking and diving
dreaming of being in the best
football team in the world
and scoring the winning goal
in the Cup FInal

Childhood Is

being the perfect person
(or not being caught out
when you're not being
the perfect person)

Childhood Is

a mass of contradictions
you don't want to unravel

Childhood Is

a nice cosy bed,
clean sheets
and Mummy's kisses

poem by Len Webster
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Childhood Memories Three: Bumble Bees In Space

down the rabbit hole
of childhood memories
we tumble into lost world

into childhood pioneering
memories of Apollo Space
Programme watering the

wonder of an over active
childhood imagination
ready to actively participate

in private space training
programme: stage one selection
process an astronaut a

buzz Aldrin is needed
Command Module Pilot
for next daring mission

into the pumpkin plants
capture and transfer into
jam jar space capsule is

successfully attained in
swift youthful triumph
proceeding to launch pad

Saturn V was not needed
Columbia was under hand
thrown rapidly into space

experiments had proven
spinning under hand thrust
was optimal acceleration

earlier experiments had
shown with less speed
shorter flights bumble bee

unsealed released from jam jar
would fly off seemingly
unaffected by space sickness

later higher speed launches
repeated in multiple launches
produced really dizzy bumbles

my recovery technique
employed no canopy sails
Columbia was hand caught

upon reentry and soft grass
lawn was safe back up
jam jar was never broken

yes study my land landings
observed could have taught
NASA a timely trick or two

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Childhood Is...

Childhood is hanging your pictures on the refrigerator, and tea parties you always have to cater.
Childhood is chasing butterflies and picking flowers,
playing with blocks and making towers.
Childhood is hating nap time,
and thinking everything is always MINE
Childhood is crayons and coloring books,
Playing hide and go seek in all the right nooks.
Childhood is falling asleep to your favorite lullaby,
wishing you had wings so you could soar into the sky.
Childhood is only crying over a scrapped knee,
or being stung by a bumble bee
Childhood is thinking boys have cooties,
or your mom making you wear itchy booties.
Childhood is ruining mommy's new leather,
and making friends and keeping them forever.
Childhood finally ends,
When you start to grow up,
And not having to drink out of a sippy cup

poem by Shenika Vermaak
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Sir Christopher Wren 1632-1723

In the archives may be seen
a well-known name, an evergreen.
Professor of Astronomy at Oxford,
the great and famous Architect
.... Sir Christopher Wren....

After the Great Fire of London
in sixteen sixty-six, Sir Christopher
designed St. Paul's Cathedral
and many other London churches
and buildings; there was no ending
to his achievements.

Born in England,
he died in England,
and today we honour such
a great name from history.

poem by Joyce Hemsley
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Childhood Memories Sung to the Tune of Shawnee West Franklin Bison Blues

Some people have a childhood garden
Filled with green and growing things
Some people have a childhood garden
Filled with purple peonies
Mine is sere
Throughout the year
Nothing grows here

Some people have a childhood rainbow
A sea of colors all aglow
Some people have a childhood rainbow
Red to violet in a row
Mine is gray
Bow of clay
Without a ray

Some people have a childhood temple
Covered with a million treasured dreams
Some people have a childhood temple
A sunny Wat of Gods and kings
Mine is plain
Squats in the rain
Functional 'n sane

Where childhood memories abound
Life flows vividly around
Where childhood memories have fled
Hearts lie dead

poem by Tim Bovee
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Canaries

Canaries land atop a church
And sing an airy tune
As if on cue the bell does chime
And they fly to the moon

Cathedral leaving their small sight
They flit into vast space
And the Earth woven with their song
The empty air they lace'

poem by Sasha Ioffine
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When My Childhood Dies

You see it in the my eyes,
The walls are built up on me.
Delightness will replaced my guiltiness,
When my childhood dies.

Afraid to show surprising face because of my shame of be young and dumb.
It's best to hold your tongue,
When my childhood dies.

Uniqueness deemed unwisely on
One’s life must it fit in.
And wear a different skin,
When my childhood dies.

Behind adult disguise,
A too tight gown.
All naturalness shut down,
When my childhood dies.

You see it in the eyes,
At nine or eight.
Before, if that's their fate,
When my childhood dies soon.

poem by Evevona Plummer
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Salisbury

In the city of Salisbury, I was born
On a cold and snowy winter's morn.
Now I am living some miles away,
But I often take a trip there for a day.

Through its streets, I love to roam;
When I am there, it feels like home.
To the City, I still feel a connection;
For the City, I still feel much affection.

I love the City's great atmosphere;
The Cathedral bells, I love to hear.
Visitors flock from both near and far;
The towering Cathedral is its big star.

I love its mixture of old and new;
I love its style; its charming views.
It isn't a city which is run of the mill;
Its character, progress, has not killed.

To that City, I will always belong.
The bond between us is still strong.
In the city of Salisbury, my life did start;
I want to rest there when, this life, I depart.

poem by Angela Wybrow
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Cathedral Close for Friend Ben Gieske

When night falls on Cathedral Close.
The square is thronged by quiet ghosts
Who line the square on every side
their graves left empty yawning wide.

What is it that they hope to find?
Some salve to give them peace of mind
Why do they stand in silent ranks?
and seek to clear their memory banks.

The sins which will not let them sleep
the guilty secrets which they keep,
weigh on the conscience heavily.
and won’t be rid of easily.

When twilight falls the dead arise.
Each from the grave he occupies
and gather in Cathedral Close.
They seek forgiveness I suppose.

When morning breaks they flee in fright
they fear the coming of the light.
Cathedral close lit by the sun
is quite empty the ghosts have gone.

Back to their graves where they must wait
and in the darkness meditate.
Upon the sins they won’t confess
In agonising sleeplessness.

If only they would realise
within themselves forgiveness lies.
They do not need to stand in rows
When night falls on Cathedral Close.

Triumphantly they could take flight
and wing their way towards the light.
They should have done so long ago
. But guilt refused to let them go.

Why do they stay when they are free
to me it is a mystery
Why do they haunt Cathedral close?
They know no better I suppose.

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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My Innocent Childhood

soil soil and soil, , playing in the soil,
No fear of disease, no fear of toil.
What a wonderful days that was,
i always remember my childhood, my innocent childhood..

Only friend no foes,
no thinking of what dont and what does.
No fear of future, no thinking of present,
i always remember my childhood, my innocent childhood..

What was the past, leave it, it surpassed,
what has to happen, lets face when it comes.
Future planning! What is this?
i always remember my childhood, my innocent childhood..

Play was religion and play was God,
only thing which gave fear, was my fathers rod.
Crying crying crying a lot, then said love you pappa,
i always remember my childhood, my innocent childhood..

poem by Zeya Mallick
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I never weary of great churches. It is my favorite kind of mountain scenery. Mankind was never so happily inspired as when it made a cathedral.

quote by Robert Louis Stevenson
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A Dream Will Come True!

Childhood interest feeds as food for dreams;
Such a dream develops to be what one wants!
Inspiration and encouragement turn it into reality;
Otherwise one suffers without taste for life ever!

Sports, music or pen inspires many to create wonders
As champions, singers or poets great later in life!
News makers and historians write and popularise them
Beyond imagination entertaining many with inspiration!

Childhood dreams develop creativity and invention
Making mankind wonder at and benefit in daily life!
After trials and errors, travels and travails great men do
Best things beautiful and beneficial for the whole world!

Pride of such great dreamers is praiseworthy indeed!
But the effortless lucky top comers what can we say?

poem by Ramesh T A
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To Hans Christian Andersen

We welcome you this wondrous summer-day,
When childhood's dreams on earth are streaming,
To bloom and sing, to brighten and to pale;
A fairy-tale,
A fairy-tale, our Northland all is seeming,
And holds you in its arms a festal space
With grateful glee and whisperings face to face.
Th' angelic noise,
Sweet strains of children's joys,
Bears you a moment to that home
Whence all our dreams, whence all our dreams have come.

We welcome you! Our nation all is young,
Still in that age of dreams enthralling,
When greatest things in fairy-tales are nursed,
And he is first,
And he is first, who hears his Lord's high calling.
Of childhood's longings you the meaning know,
And to the North a goal of greatness show.
Your fantasy
Has just that path made free,
Where, past the small things that you hate,
We yet shall find, we yet shall find the great.

poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
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Travel Diary

The Centre of France
is the most quietest part
But the great treasure
of this region is the Loire valley,
with many great castles and beautiful towns.

& of course Chartres with its famous cathedral
we prayed
for ten minutes

& we went to
The Alps
great for skiing in winter
(though we simply
looked at the skiers
for i have not even
touched one)

Aunt Meggie remembers that Albertville,
Grenoble and
Chamonix have
all hosted the Olympic games.

we proceeded to the
other nice towns
Chambéry& Annecy.

i fell asleep
and missed the
view of
the countryside.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A childhood forgotten, A childhood lost

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I can't remember,
Skipping rocks on the pond,
My childhoods forgotten,
My Childhoods lost,

Going to the lake,
Sitting on the beach,
Playing with friends,
or dancing in the streets,

I can't remember,
The crash in the fog,
My childhood was forgotten,
My childhood was lost,

The doctor doing surgery,
Me getting pills,
I can't remember any of it,
None of it's clear,

I still can't remember,
How it is gone,
My childhood forgotten,
My childhood's lost!

Well I'm gonna end it right now,
I gonna kill myself off,
A childhood Forgotten,
A childhood lost

poem by Dani Baxter
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