It was as if all of the happiness, all of the magic of this blissful hour had flowed together into these stirring, bittersweet tones and flowed away, becoming temporal and transitory once more.
quote by Herman Hesse
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When The River Flowed
When The River Flowed
© 2011 (Jim Sularz)
Dedicated to my Brother-in-Law: William L. Browne III (1959-2011)
Let it be known, in memoriam, that he is loved.
And any earthly bonds that shaped his soul,
is now a wide river flowing,
to a distant Heaven bestowed.
He could have walked a much longer path,
and would have paused again, with a hearty laugh.
But, when the river flowed, when the river flowed,
– it marked this hour, for him to go.
Don’t cry for him, with welling tears upset,
but celebrate his fulfilled years, instead.
When the river flowed, when the river flowed,
- it moved his gift of life ahead.
For loving sons, family, friends and beloved wife,
he leaves cherished memories, a faithful man’s insight.
And when the river flowed, when the river flowed,
- it moved him gently, to Everlasting Life!
poem by Jim Sularz
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Compassion and Power
Compassion and power they flowed together
There was no force that these could tether
They both flowed from the Saviors heart
Compassion and power you cannot part
In order for to do His will
We need these two great assets still
Let him not think who would do so
That he can let compassion go
Compassion first and then the power
They both must work the self same hour
Without the first the second fails
Compassion, then the power prevails
Roy Jenkin
poem by Roy Jenkin
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Death and Darkness
The lane was dark
As she hiked through the night
She stopped when she saw the blood
Under it was the fallen girl
Then a howl tore against the night
As the hound burst into the street
Her scream echoed in the sky
As she fell with a bloodied cry
Her white clothes were red
With the stream of blood that flowed
And her eyes were wet
With the tears of death that flowed
The darkness closed in then
As she breathed her last
She was alone this time
With only the death and the dark
poem by Khaulah Bilal
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All This Time
I looked out across
The river today,
I saw a city in the fog and an old church tower
Where the seagulls play.
I saw the sad shire horses walking home
In the sodium light
I saw two priests on the ferry
October geese on a cold winter's night
And all this time, the river flowed
Endlessly to the sea.
Two priests came round our house tonight
One young, one old, to offer prayers for the dying
To serve the final rite,
One to learn, one to teach,
Which way the cold wind blows
Fussing and flapping in priestly black
Like a murder of crows
And all this time, the river flowed
Endlessly to the sea
If I had my way I'd take a boat from the river
And I'd bury the old man,
I'd bury him at sea
Blessed are the poor, for they shall inherit the earth
Better to be poor than a fat man in the eye of a needle
And as these words were spoken I swear I hear
The old man laughing,
'What good is a used up world, and how could it be
worth having'
And all this time the river flowed
Endlessly like a silent tear
And all this time the river flowed
Father, if Jesus exists,
Then how come he never lived here.
The teacher told us, the Romans built this place
They built a wall and a temple, an edge of the empire
Garrison town,
They lived and they died, they prayed to their gods
But the stone gods did not make a sound
And their empire crumbled, 'til all that was left
Were the stones the workmen found
And all this time the river flowed
In the falling light of a northern sun
If I had my way I'd take a boat from the river
Men go crazy in congregations
But they only get better
One
song performed by by Police
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All This Time
I looked out across
The river today
I saw a city in the fog and an old church tower
Where the seagulls play
I saw the sad shire horses walking home
In the sodium light
I saw two priests on the ferry
October geese on a cold winters night
And all this time, the river flowed
Endlessly to the sea
Two priests came round our house tonight
One young, one old, to offer prayers for the dying
To serve the final rite
One to learn, one to teach
Which was the cold wind blows
Fussing and flapping in priestly black
Like a murder of crows
And all this time, the river flowed
Endlessly to the sea
If I had my way Id take a boat from the river
And Id bury the old man,
Id bury him at sea
Blessed are the poor, for they shall inherit the earth
Better to be poor than a fat man in the eye of a needle
And as these words were spoken I swore I hear
The old man laughing
what good is a used up world and how could it be
Worth having
And all this time the river flowed
Endlessly like a silent tear
And all this time the river flowed
Father, if jesus exists,
Then how come he never lived here
The teachers told us, the romans built this place
They built a wall and a temple, an edge of the empire
Garrison town,
They lived and they died, they prayed to their gods
But the stone gods did not make a sound
And their empire crumbled, til all that was left
Were the stones the workmen found
And all this time the river flowed
In the falling light of a northern sun
If I had my way Id take a boat from the river
Men go crazy in congregations
But they only get better
One by one
One by one...
song performed by by Sting
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A Relationship That Lasts
the stone and the sun
made a pact
that everyday they must see
each other eye to eye
without blinking whatever
the truth may be
the grasses have nothing to say
on this enduring fidelity
the brooks still flowed without
an obstruction
the flowers are smiling and the
trees are interested
one is too hot while the other is too numb
of course, it lasted
happiness is not the issue anyway
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Two Bit Rhymic Junkie
At first I thought I could control it
I thought I could take it all
I thought, ah; it's just another verse
I will to make the call
The rhythm was pure cadence
It flowed round and round my veins
Soon after that first one verse
It raised it's ugly head to reign
It was just at first in the evening
Then soon was all the day along
And before I even realized
It had complete control of all
I was shooting verse for breakfast
Snorting rhyme there before the noon
Stanza after stanza flowed
Racing to my doom
I tried to just shut it off
All to no avail
It would just suck me back
Into my loving hell
July 17, 2012 4: 58 A.M.
poem by Midnights Voice
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Ravished
I was ravished by the words
that flowed in familiar tones
as they glided across the page.
I was ravished by my pen
that with symmetrical reasoning
writes between the lines,
whatever that is suppose to mean.
I was ravished and seduced
into world beyond my understanding
as my pen danced with words
in clusters of mediocrity.
I was ravished and ravished again
that looking back became a toil,
something I will never do again.
I was ravished into doing whatever I do best,
whatever that may be. I was ravished into it.
15 November 2011
poem by David Harris
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Blood relation is a myth
Mother died young; who will bring me up?
Tears flowed..
Mother died old; a great relief so soon.
No tears.
Sister died young; who will bring her kids up?
Pity flowed.
Sister died away, having eloped with a man.
No pity.
Blood relation must be burdensome.
25.12.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Bitter Sweet
No I don't know how to love you
The way you want me to
Coz everytime I try
Something always changes with you
First it's cold baby
And then there's too much heat
One minute I'm up in heaven
And the next I'm down in the street
Coz we got a love
That's bittersweet
I said we got a love
It's bittersweet
Sometimes when I'm with you
It's like you're just not there
When I look into your eyes
I see that thousand yard stare
Then you're back in love with me
Like you can't get enough
Rough into smooth
And the smooth back into the rough
Ohhhh help me now
We got a love
That's bittersweet
We got a love, oh darlin'
That's bittersweet
I don't know anybody
Anybody like you
I never met anybody
Could make me feel the way you do
I wish that I could love you
The way you want me to
So scared you'll pull out the rug
Darling if I do
It's cold it's cold
And now there's too much heat
One mnute I'm up in heaven
And the next, I'm walking the street
We got a love
That's bittersweet
You know we got a love
That's bittersweet
We got a love
That's bittersweet
You know, we got a love, oh darlin'
That's bittersweet.
Flamin' hot
Then not.
Ooooooooh, bitter memory
I said we got a love, oooh,
We got a love.
song performed by by James Taylor
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The Odd One Out
Bittersweet is the life lived,
By that one depicted to be...
The odd one out.
The one picked as a child,
To be the one most unusual.
Bittersweet is the taste,
Of being determined to succeed...
Against opposition,
Standing on the sidelines...
And betting one this different will bleed.
Bittersweet is the one that experiences,
Observing other fall to their knees...
With qualifications that guarantees,
Them success.
But no happiness from them is expressed.
Bittersweet is the life lived,
By that one depicted to be...
The odd one out.
The one picked as a child,
To be the one most unusual.
'He is so unlike the others.'
~Yeah.
Despite his appearance,
He is determined, motivated and devoted.~
'What does his appearance have to do with anything? '
~You must be from out of town?
That's how people who live here are judged.~
'Maybe with that already known,
That's why he has chosen to live here.
And has succeeded inspite of attemtps to stop him.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gibar Magic
A young magic man saw there was
no mountains left by this
land cos of man’s destruction
So he blow magic and said
Bajeirjeir jungamu
be there a mountain in front of me
And there was a great mountain
where people gather at the body
of it, to dance from grass
trees and animal lives
So it rained and water came
down from the mountain creating
a foundation of harmony
Then after many years a
big storm come rushing
flood flowed over every hut
and lightning hit trees causing
fires, everything was like
a bombed land where people
are helpless and the mountain
was dying, then the young
magic man came back
from his travels and sang
out to the people, here here
live in a Nala Nala
it is a hole, where you will be
safe for a while
Now here the magic man
gave a powerful blowing
magic that all storm wind
and flood waters lightning
disappeared and cool air
became fresh cleaner and
the people and animals came
out giving thanks to this
young magic man.
And he heard their thanks and
smiled and a smile you will
see in any Aboriginal
poem by Lionel Fogarty
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Magic Is In You
Magic is in your skin I want to be in
Magic is in your eyes for you the perfect size
Magic is in everything you wear down you your underwear’s
Magic is in your touch I want you so much
Magic is in your voice that makes me loose all choice
Magic is in your look for you have me open like a book
Magic is in your lips right down to you hips
Magic is in your kiss that I do miss
Magic is in the air when you are there
Magic is in your hair for you do care
Magic is in your being for you are worth seeing
Magic is in your nose right down to your toes
Magic is in your quirkiness for you are happiness
Magic is in your walk and the way you talk
Magic is in your style and that beautiful profile
Magic is in your laughter for I’ll stay ever after
Magic is in your cheek for you make me weak
Magic is in your arms that hold me tight makes me feel all right
Magic is in your face so sweet you’re good enough to eat
Magic is in your smile for you I’d walk more than a mile
Magic is in your arms to hold that chases away the cold
Magic is in your kindness for you have taken away my sadness
Magic is in your romance for you have given me a second chance
Magic is in your bosom felt I melt
Magic is in everything you say that makes my day
Magic is in everything and everywhere because you are there
Magic is in everything for the joy you bring
Magic is in everything come what may for in your life I’ll stay
Magic is in everything for sure for you are the one I adore
Magic is in everything you do for I love you
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Sweetness of your Heart
Richness of rivers flowed,
To give life to a dry valley,
Sweetness of your heart,
Has given warmth and happiness to me.
Will a thirsty bee refused a sweet blooming red flower?
Your appearance has brightened this gloom in my life,
As now I can see birds flying high and low singing melodiously,
In my previously silent cold alley.
poem by Desert Life
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Ephemeral
...here comes the wind
nudging her body
at a standstill
that clings to solitude
a blissful wind
but transitory
she took a snapshot
and frame him
in her heart...
poem by Alice Cuenca
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Africa with Magic and Miracle
The magic of africa is in africa
magic shine only in your heart
while miracle shine all around
your life
magic magic magic
magic are not real
magic cann't save life
than death yet some come every
now and then
looting stealing
our magic with happiness
unknowing to them that
magic are not real
miracle miracle miracle
miracle is full of joyfulness
africans remain joyfull because
of the greatness in miracle
miracle cann't be stolen
miracle is not a property
that can be stolen
africans rejoice
magic can go
but miracle remain miracle
magic is happiness while
miracle is joyfulness
Africa africa africa
joyfulness is better
than happiness.
Thank you africa
poem by Senator alufalism
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What Have They Done to the San Francisco Bay?
What have they done to my Bay
It's yours too you should know
What's been done didn't all happen
Wednesday November 7,2007
The Bay has been shrinking for years
The edges keep getting filled and built on
There's parts best not to get too close to
During low tides - - it stinks
What stinks could be
The effulent that's flowed and flowed in - -
Could be thousands of car tires
And larger machine parts
Know someone gone missing - -
They could be stuck there too
Along with
God knows what
Incoming and outgoing tides
Can clean up just so much
What has been allowed
To be added is a crime
Tides were not intended to flush
Unlimited human waste
Add to that heavy fog
A heavily loaded container ship
A single walled hull
Built for weight and fuel economey
Now that is just too ironic
I hoped they saved enough
To pay for all this
The Coso Busan has only added
Fifty-eight thousand gallons of bunker oil
To a much larger problem
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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History
So far away...
history now
The magic...
burns beyond
the ashes on the ground
The magic,
on the streets
in our eyes,
through our lives...
so far away.
The decades flip
as pages to
a short book
The days were run down
like waves before
a clipper ship
the Flying Cloud
Even though...the cargo hold...the essence...
spices, silks, exotic teas
magic, excitement, ecstasy
Like a river I cross in Montana
the bittersweet
Bitterroot.
poem by Midnights Voice
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In the ditch where water has flowed, it will flow again.
They liked me so long as the liquor flowed at my house, but I haven't seen any of them around lately.
quote by Bud Abbott
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