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There's always a period of curious fear between the first sweet-smelling breeze and the time when the rain comes cracking down.

quote by Don DeLillo
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Brown Grass: Doom

brown grass, no signs of rain,
ripe grains of rice spreading on the ground
the dust reigns like triumphant ant
soldiers, the sun is up, the earth is heated,
the leaves are shedding, the rocks are cracking,
drought comes and stays for months,
under a cave, a dog rests,
smelling death.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Power Of Nature

Let the sunshine fall on you
Let the breeze flow through you
The sound of rain penetrates within you
And the birds sing with you.

The hot sun
The cool breeze
The wet rain
The melodious chirping.

Let the sunshine lead you
Let the breeze make your way
The sound of rain is your voice
The song of birds is your choice.

It’s the magic of nature
That is your signature
Throw away all your fear
You have the power of nature.

poem by Prachi Agrawal
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Nature Poem

Rain Love, Happiness, Joy
Rain Hatem Violence, Sadness
Rain Peaceful, Calming, Happy
Rain War, Anger and Fear
Rain Flows over the hills
Rain kills many people
Rain kisses my soft cheek
Rain tears flowing down
Rain Crazy, Mad, Soothing
Rain Sweet Giggles, Kill
Rain Leave, Rain stay, Rain GO!

poem by Rebecca Leonard
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This Earth Is Cracking

In USA,
There is a presidential election fight,
Well, everything seems to be alright,
It might be alright, everything seems tight,
Sometimes, I dream of a red sky,
The earth is cracking,
I'm slowly dancing
On your sweet love floor.

Turkey
Sends bombs for free into Syria, on the other side,
Well, it seems that nothing is more important than having pride,
When Syrians in Turkey need to hide,
I've never dreamt of a sky so red,
The earth is cracking,
I'm slowly dancing
On your sweet love floor.

The Greeks
Don't want to sell to Canadian consumers their gold,
Well, it seems that in Canada it is very cold,
Why is it so cold in Canada all the time and the gold isn't sold?
I really dreamed of a huge red sun,
The earth is cracking,
I'm slowly dancing
On your sweet love floor.

The world
Is waiting for a new shift of magnetic poles,
But, instead of this, earth makes gigantic craters called sinkholes,
Smart money makers lose the remote controls,
I really had a multicolored dream,
The earth is cracking,
I'm slowly dancing
On your sweet love floor.

Much more protesters
Want to change their lives and their presidents.
To feed their kids, they work 12 hours per day for a few cents,
It's something to think about, when life has no sense.
I dreamed of a world having a little pink,
The earth is cracking,
I'm slowly dancing
On your sweet love floor.

poem by Marieta Maglas
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Getting Older

it's nine o'clock
i'm getting tired
i'm sick of all my records
and the clothes i bought today
am i cracking up
or just getting older?

staying in
i can't be bothered
making conversation
with the friends that i don't know
am i cracking up
or just getting older?

and i bet that this is how life
turns out when you're finally grown
and you know if this my life
sit around all day on my own

i'm halfway up to the bottom
of another bottle
of my next best favourite friend
am i cracking up
or just getting older?
you're not cracking up
you're just getting older
we're not cracking up
we're just getting older

song performed by by Oasis
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Blanche

Breeze! brisk breeze! that movest with the morn!
Breeze! lithe breeze! that creepest through the corn!
Breeze! O breeze! that fannest the forlorn!
Oh linger by the lattice of sweet Blanche of mine!

Breeze! coy breeze! that loiterest for noon!
Breeze! true breeze! that hast a tryst with June!
Breeze! kind breeze! I beg of thee a boon!
Oh peep in through the lattice of poor Blanche of mine!

Breeze! fleet breeze! that goest with the day!
Breeze! dear breeze! that hastenest away!
Breeze! breeze! breeze! I beg of thee to stay,
And breathe upon the pillow of pale Blanche of mine!

Breeze! night-breeze! that wailest on the wold!
Breeze! lost breeze! that wanderest in the cold!
Breeze! dread breeze! oh flit not by the mould
Which shelters what is left me of lost Blanche of mine!

poem by Alfred Austin
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Roses

You love the roses - so do I. I wish
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!

poem by George Eliot
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Just Getting Older

Its nine oclock
Im getting tired
Im sick of all my records
And the clothes I bought today
Am I cracking up
Or just getting older?
Staying in
I cant be bothered
Making conversation
With the friends that I dont know
Am I cracking up
Or just getting older?
And I bet that this is how life
Turns out when youre finally grown
And you know if this my life
Sit around all day on my own
Im halfway up to the bottom
Of another bottle
Of my next best favourite friend
Am I cracking up
Or just getting older?
Youre not cracking up
Youre just getting older
Were not cracking up
Were just getting older

song performed by by Oasis
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Cracking Up

Cracking up getting ready to go
Had enough I cant take any more
No pills that I can take
This is too real and there aint no escape
It scares the daylight making nightmares
Im chancing Im nervous
And everybodys all around me
Shaking hands and saying howdy
I dont think its funny no more cracking up
Cracking up like a worn out shoe
I aint wet but the world leaking through
Id run but Id find no place
Id laugh but its wrecking me
Make you shiver make you shake
Make a monster just like an earthquake
Everybodys having fun
I dont know how they can carry on
I dont think its funny no more cracking up
I dont think its funny no more cracking up
The dead of nighttime the crack of dawn
It comes upon me without warning
If I were a gun then I would shoot
I tear the head out by the root
Id make a knife out of an ocean
All that sea in an ocean of emotion
I dont think its funny no more cracking up
I dont think its funny no more cracking up
I dont think its funny no more cracking up
I dont think its funny no more
I dont think its funny no more
I dont think its funny no more

song performed by by Tom Petty
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On The Eastern Ghats On A Monsoon Day

a benevolent sky
a silken road
uplifting green on either side
the blue-grey hills move farther away
as i move closer to them

always standing on a hill
the other hill looked more welcoming
never there a high point
nor a lower point!

hills to the right
hills to the left
hills in front
hills behind

down in the valleys
green stretches of paddy
dotted by men, women
from the virgin ghats

a soothing breeze
blowing across the hills
covers them in a huge grey cloud
carefully led here from elsewhere
the hills appear hazy
the trees dance to a merry tune

all connive to release
a comforting shower
tip tap goes the music
lo, here’s the shower
and a little distance away
no rain, the rain at its
game of hide and seek!

rain and breeze blown through
the thick foliage of
coffee and creepers of pepper
winding the sky-kissing silver oaks
the smell of rain
the aroma of air-ripples
touch my cheek

i step on to the road
to be one with the unique
blend of all the earthy perfumes

hordes of unruly cattle and goats
having had their fill
trail back homeward
their keeper struggling
to discipline them

men under large palm-leaf-umbrellas
women giggling with the showers
clouds enveloping us
clouds chasing us
i slowly but reluctantly descend
still smelling of the blended scents
still smelling of raindrops…

21jul2010
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Sweet Evening Breeze

I was loud and a little sad
She was visiting from atlanta, georgia
She had come to spend the summer with her dad
I thought she was very pretty
We would kiss and hold hands
Every night by the football field
Her body was tan
From the afternoons by the public swimming pool
Chorus:
Sweet evening breeze
Blows around my thoughts and memories
As I lie here today
And drink my tea
I can still see
Sweet evening breeze
I saw her in a coffee shop
In a big hotel down in austin, texas
She had cut her long hair off
And replaced it with
Blue eyes of sadness
Still acted like we were kids
And she told me that she had to marry
And she asked me if I did
Still remember
Chorus:
Sweet evening breeze
Blows around my thoughts and memories
As I lie here today
And drink my tea
I can still see
Sweet evening breeze
How redundant the future can be
These days of old are very, very
Ridiculous for me to see
When I think about the real gone stories
And how time holds the winning hand
I can tell by the lines on our faces
And the young cant understand
That they look at me
When they look at themselves
Chorus:
Oh, sweet evening breeze
Blows around my thoughts and memories
As I lie here today
And drink my tea
I can still see
Sweet evening breeze

song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Somebodys Trying To Tell Me Something

Breaking me down - lunatic noises
Breaking me down - desperate voices
Breaking me down - phone is blistering
Breaking me down - death by listening
Somebodys out there, somebodys waiting
Somebodys trying to tell me something
Somebodys trying to talk to me
Cracking me up - silence threatening
Cracking me up - storm is deafening
Cracking me up - pressure brought to bear
Cracking me up - now Im getting there
(hirst/rotsey/moginie/gifford/garrett)

song performed by by Midnight Oil
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What is fear?

Fear is stormy weather
Fear is light as a feather
Fear is rain
Fear is pain
Fear is hiding in the dark
Fear is lingering at the park
Fear is not your friend
Fear is hard to comprehend
Fear is not knowing what to do
Fear is what ever he wants to
Fear is turning out the lights
Fear is having no sight
Fear is going to give you a thrill
Fear is also going to make you kill
Fear is never fun
Fear is going to make you run
Fear is that scary little voice
Fear is going to give you no other choice
Fear is losing someone
Fear is like a loaded gun
Fear is something you can't control
Fear is something you can't unfold
Fear is the opposite of love
Fear is what we're made of
Fear is not going to please
Fear is always me...

poem by Mrunal Nandankar
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Fear is...

poem by Nolan Holland
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Iva

Arm yourself for war!
For the end is at hand;
And, how shall i make a mends to you?
For the end is at hand.

One belt is for a warrior like Absalom's Statue,
But Yahweh is worthy to be praised;
Iva, life is like a gigantic man with six fingers on each hand;
But you are not to be intoxicated with wine!
Iva, life is like a gigantic man with six toes on each foot;
And merciful and compassionate like,
The god (el) of gold in this war!
But you have the sweet-smelling cinnamon around you,
So arm yourself for war! !

Iva, you have the sweet-smelling cane around you too;
And the end is at hand for all of us but,
Those who sin always are unconfortable with righteousness.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Thoughts of Rain

Thoughts of rain
And kings of old
Queens all gone
They fade away
Like shooting stars
And others calling ‘Don’t jump! ’
But I did
I’ll take the free fall
I’m taking the chance that no one will be there to catch me
And while I fall I think
Beautiful, wonderful thoughts of rain
And pretty things
The ones that weren’t smashed in the fight
The things that fell and didn’t jump
But I did
Free falling
A long way down
What happened to the zebra?
Stripes all faded off
What happened to the giraffe?
Spots all jumped away
Like me
Thinking thoughts of rain while falling
And sweet mangoes
And rye
Thoughts of forests
Willow forests
Rain forests
Oceans of knowledge
Of which each of us has but a teaspoon of
Seas of thought
Rivers of philosophy
Thoughts of rain
Rain pattering down
Smelling sweet
Life so perfect
So wonderful
Like rain
Dark stormy days filled with lightning
Sunny days filled with rainbows
Thoughts of rain
Spiral bound
And falling down
And thick soft wool to cushion the blow
Thinking thoughts of rain.

poem by Tsunami HiroshiSu
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Heavy Cloud No Rain

Turned on the weather man just after the news
I needed sweet rain to wash away my blues
He looked at the chart but he look in vain
Heavy cloud but no rain
Back in time with louis xvi
At the court of the people he was number one
Hed be the bluest blood theyd ever seen
When the king said hi to the guillotine
The royal astrologer was run out of breath
He thought that maybe the rain would postpone his death
He look in sky but he look in vain
Heavy cloud but no rain
Well the land was cracking and the river was dry
All the crops were dying when they ought to be high
So to save his farm from the bankers draft
The farmer took out a book on some old witchcraft
He made a spell and a potion on a midsummers night
He killed a brindled calf in the pale moonlight
He prayed to the sky but he prayed in vain
Heavy cloud but no rain
Heavy cloud but no rain
The sun wont shine till the clouds are gone
The clouds wont go till their work is done
And every morning youll hear me pray
If only it would rain today
I asked my baby if thered be some way
She said shed save her love for a rainy day
I look in the sky but I look in vain
Heavy cloud but no rain

song performed by by Sting
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Shoals

On shore I like to sit
Entranced by the evergreen algae
That someday became erect
And gained self-awareness;
The time it took stretched to the bottom of the sea.
The time on the order of billions,
When even the sun will give out.
Alas.
But I must,
Because of the hour today,
Hurry within,
For I hunger for shrimp,
Smelling it's nearly done,
Smelling it's my turn.

poem by Stan Petrovich
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Curious

Straight as a dye
On us we rely
Yet watch how my head is turning
Distracting my eye
Its no reflection on you, yet who would believe me
Troubled by the thought of it, I cant deny
That Im curious, never meant to hurt you
Just curious, I cant deny
That Im curious, never have decieved you
Just curious, I cannot lie
Give me a reason
Ill hide my delight
Shamelessly Ill seize the moment
Just my needs in sight
Its no reflection on you, yet who would believe me
Troubled by the thought of it, I cant deny
That Im curious, never meant to hurt you
Just curious, I cant deny
That Im curious, never have decieved you
Just curious, I cannot lie
Its no reflection on you, yet who would believe me
Troubled by the thought of it, I cant deny
That Im curious, never meant to hurt you
Just curious, I cant deny
That Im curious, never have decieved you
Just curious, I cannot lie

song performed by by Olive
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Elias' Room

Come into Elias' room,
Of a sweet smelling aroma;
With things well arranged to keep you at bay.

It is just like the wedding of two cultures,
It is just like the love of two birds,
It is just like real faces of two lovers,
It is just like the talented youth with two dreams,
It is just like Slaha and Makola markets with two phases,
So come into Elias' room!
There you will see the Lebanese beauty.

Come into Elias' room,
Of a sweet smelling aroma;
But the Lebanese beauty will keep you at bay.