For visions come not to polluted eyes.
quote by Mary Howitt
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Eye sea visions
Eye sea visions
Turning into shadow
Disappearing with the dark nights,
Eye sea visions
Walking in my dreams
Pushing to join realities
Then eye fold my hands and wait.
Eye sea visions
Smiling in the face of the moon,
Smelling like flowers of the Seasons
Whispering a psalmist eulogy
Then, eye close my eyes and anticipate!
Eye sea visions
And eye feel irritated, as eye begin
To lament deceptions,
Intuition envelops me… as
Eye wonder the genuineness of this
Visions eye see.
©1997
poem by Akachukwu Chukwuemeka
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We cope with pollution
Water is polluted; air is polluted.
Earth and sound are equally polluted.
Man is doomed; the world is doomed, all cry.
See. Our longevity is on its crescendo.
Pulls and pushes will balance
the imbalance of Nature.
14.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Turn To Gold
SHINE!
I don't know why
all the fiction of your sleeping
doesn't visit you awake
I don't know how to get your storybook sunrise
to follow you above your cloudy day
all these gifts you left on you
with heaven painted on you
i wish this now with all my soul
may all your visions turn to gold
to have and hold
may all your visions turn to gold
may all your visions turn to gold
to have and hold
may all your visions turn to gold
terrified the world will never turn to look at you
and the sun won't see you shine
she'll resign for rose cooked blush just from your smiling
let the water form a cry
only better luck should greet you
the road should rise to meet you
i wish this now with all i know
may all your visions turn to gold
to have and hold
may all your visions turn to gold
may all your visions turn to gold
to have and hold
may all your visions turn to gold
loose inside your winter
feel the cold wind blowing
cutting through your head and through your ears
feel the fire growing
no more frozen danger
no more wrteched ice storm fear
may all your visions turn to gold
to have and hold
may all your visions turn to gold
may all your visions turn to gold
to have and hold
may all your visions turn to gold
song performed by by Audioslave
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Face the reality
Maybe it is true
Women are modest,
Remain virtuous in body
And are branded chaste.
Want of chance
And fear of detection aid.
No woman can be
Without having ever been
Libidinous in mind.
If Polluted minds are o k
Why not polluted body?
We avoid reality.
05.12.2001, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Obsession
We sit in your room
So dark and strange
With yellow candles
Burning straight
Outside it rains
So silver and bright
A glaring light
Crashed into the sky
Its just the way it should be
Its so right as rain
Its just the way it should be
Its so right as rain
We stayed awake at night
With vision so unreal
We stayed awake at night
With visions so ideal
Its got a hold on me
Its got a hold on me
Smiles and voices suddenly changed
Eyes and shadows on a distance too short
Is there someone who I know ?
Is there someone at all ?
Is there someone who I know ?
Is there someone I called ?
Its just the way it should be
Its so right as rain
Its just the way it should be
Its so right as rain
We stayed awake at night
With vision so unreal
We stayed awake at night
With visions so ideal
So when the rain comes running in your eyes
And the wind shakes the forest leaves
We stayed awake at night
With visions so unreal
We stayed awake at night
With visions so ideal
Its got a hold on me
song performed by by Xymox
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Blessings Of Prophets Intended Rejected
Dream visions
receding not birthed into life
within this wall.
Dream visions
images messages blessings miracles
not realized in this world.
Dream visions
God’s blessings upon people all nations
sin cursed not confirmed.
Dream visions
from source to mind to scribe to word
world indifferent withheld denied denial.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Pollutions
Maids only are engaged for household.
Men take care that their wives aren’t polluted
But the very maids are polluted by them.
No safety is to wives, not to maids as well.
03.09.2000, Pkmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Meeting Mister Blake the poet in the Strand
‘This is Mister Blake, my dear,
he sees visions..’
and he looked down at me, this man
who saw, what did that mean,
saw visions? His eyes were just so blue,
so blue, that they were limitless
and I flew up and into them
like a sky and wings
and the voices sang forever
as if there were no repetition
and angels with blue eyes
looked at me out of everywhere
seeing every thing
and Mister Blake the poet raised his hat to me,
smiled the gift of always,
and walked on his way
down the Strand
as if one and all things
had never parted company.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Family Therapy
A tast of copper in my mouth,
some creepy visions in my head,
and chemicals going off like the
fourth of july, relax says the self
helpers, ! we can get throw this, just
take these pills, and shut your eyes.
BUT these natives are restless,
these visions are pushing their
way out, like the sun does to
the night. and these chemicals
are going off in my head, like the
fourth of july, relax says the
self helpers, just take these pills
and shut your eyes, then go to bed..
A tast of copper in my mouth,
some creepy visions in my head,
, , , , , , a funny look from the
peaple you know, then sleep
in the shadows.........
poem by David Gerardino
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Polluted rivers around the world!
When the melting at the mountainous hearts,
Pass through the streams of tributaries a lot,
Merge at that elevation for the rivers to form,
Though have the comfortable bed and the banks,
Still it likes to run from the origin to the mouth,
Where the fine sediments are left in deltas,
The million year's journey is halted with pollutants,
Nitrogen in the Mississippi, acids in the King's,
Benzene in the Songhua, waste of civilizations,
In the rivers of Citarum, Yamuna, Buriganga,
Ganges, Marilao and yellow. Who has taught,
To throw the waste into the water system,
As long as the rubbish heavy and can't float,
It can comfortably settle and rest,
At the beds for thousand years,
Secrets of evolution hidden under the water,
But no secrets can be hidden forever,
When pollutants affect the health of livings,
Waste Management is another field of study,
That does not teach to dump the sewer into the steam,
Polluted rivers are everywhere as the polluted human,
Just waiting for the right time to explode and expose,
The truth. What are we up to when we do not know,
How to manage the beautiful giants of nature,
We have polluted the land and the heart,
We have polluted the water and the colored fluid red,
We have polluted the air and the hole in the crown,
We have comfort to live this life up in the sky,
We have let the golden goose to gasp for air.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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It soothes like love
And gives meaning to the words
To deceptive glitters of the eyes
Searching the starlit sky
Polluted by too many streetlights
Of some streets that wind
The serpent curves of the heart
Blind cornered space
Where words and eyes should meet
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Tast Of Copper
A tast of copper in my mouth,
some creepy visions in my head,
and chemicals going off like the
fourth of july, relax says the self
helpers, we can get throw this, just
take these pills, and shut your eyes.
BUT these natives are restless,
these visions are pushing their
way out, like the sun does to
the night, and these chemicals
are going off in my head, like the
fourth of july, relax says the
self helpers, just take these pills
and shut your eyes.
poem by David Gerardino
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Many Visions
To drink my own urine and,
To languish in the dreams of my cells;
For i don't need an Oscar Award to identify myself.
I am a man of many visions and,
I am moving across the planet called Earth;
For i ma so much inspired by the higher realms!
I do float with my mind to and fro through the air,
And they are like the days of my life among the refugees;
But of intergrity and the love of my visions.
Illusions!
Of the life around me to enjoy at times;
So don't close your eyes on me.
Don't even ask me why i still love you,
For we all came out of two people.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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There she stands
There she stands in the fog of a bridge.
Her curves outlined and showered by an indigo moon.
Her face alluring, her hazel eyes cheerless,
That I wonder what bitter sweet secrets lay on the tip of her lip.
What may my love weaved of wind do,
May it speak of my feelings for such a striking stranger?
But alas I too am a stranger whose lesser and mysterious appeals,
Are like the fog that surrounds her.
Visions of my shapeless lips are kissing her lips,
Visions of her laughter are riding on the wind that is me.
And visions of eternal bliss with bitter sweet arguments,
Allows me to muster courage,
That could take a raging sea or an erupting volcano.
But alas my heart to is a shapeless thing,
That my feelings for her are left floating in the air,
Never being able to sooth her pain or quench my curiosity.
poem by GuyAdler Dorelien
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Why Do We Use Oil Still?
If a spaceship landed on Earth, do you think it used gas?
It would never had made it here, it wouldn’t have a chance.
Why are we still using this old technology?
Because no money in batteries?
For using oil still is all about greed,
that is why we go to war,
but we hide the fact which can’t be ignored.
So the planet gets more polluted with this greasy stuff,
the air is polluted, we breathe it in our lungs.
But that’s o.k. if the few at the top,
get rich why the whole planet suffers a lot,
while they are still stuffing their golden pots.
But luckily consciousness of species still goes on,
even if they kill the wildlife, plant life in this dimension.
Written By Christina Sunrise on December 28,2011
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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Green me, please
Sometimes you find yourself swimming in a sea
polluted with the memory of a beautiful thing.
It's unseen effects capturing you
unaware of it's toxic sting.
You don't know what it is
but you enjoy it,
you don't know it's creator
but you'll destroy it.
It starts as pure
then it's rounds from there,
never can you see it but it's in the air.
Like the sun shining upon your shoe,
the wind and how it caresses you.
You don't know what it is
but you just bought it,
you don't know of it's strength
but have already fought it.
sometimes the invisible is barely there
but sometimes it's the strongest pain you must bear.
Sometimes you find yourself swimming in a sea
polluted with the memory of a beautiful thing.
poem by Brandi Stone
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Visions
Prove to me, what I see
What I hear, my God
Prove to me, what I see
What I hear, my God
Take my pride, capture my flesh
Take my flesh, capture my pride
Take my pride, capture my flesh
Take my flesh, capture my pride
With the righteous wisdom
Spiritual insight
Check the knowledge
And it shall come to pass
Afterword
That I will pour out my spirit on all flesh
And your sons and your daughters shall prophesied
Your old men shall dream dreams
And your young men shall see visions
Jesus Christ is what I see
Jesus Christ is what I see
Jesus Christ is what I see
Jesus Christ is what I see
Prove to me, who I see
Who I hear, my God
Prove to me, who I see
Who I hear, my God
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If You Say I Am Imagining What I See
If you say I am imagining what I see,
In 'my' world.
Why is it your eyes fill with tears...
And not with stars,
Complimenting the warmth of your smile.
If you say I am imagining what I see!
And I wonder...
Could such images of you,
Standing in my view in clouded darkness...
Ever become more,
Than recurring visions of storms!
Where is the light,
That should be shining on this!
What is that which blocks my view?
What is that which smothers the beauty?
If you say I am imagining what I see...
I can tell you right now,
Which 'image' I wish and which one you are not!
If that doesn't increase your anger.
Since I have no problem removing my 'visions'.
And leaving you with all of your reality!
You wouldn't get a raised eyebrow from me,
On that one at all.
Go ahead!
You provide the clarity!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chasing Behind What Has Gone
No time is there left for you to take,
To waste procrastinating which way...
Provides an easier taste of life.
That decision should have been made.
And you have discovered time doesn't wait.
Why you are baffled by this is no surprise.
And no longer can you find anyone,
To accomodate your point of view.
Those who have similar visions too,
Are chasing behind what has gone.
Those who have similar visions too,
Are chasing behind what has gone.
Those who have similar visions too,
Are chasing behind what has gone.
Chasing in a race...
For a time that has long moved on!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Visions of Terrorists Dance in My Head
We are Americans went nuke in 41
We are Americans we have the biggest gun
We now fight a war of attrition
We underestimate all our competition
We fight to maintain our hegemonious crime
We really don't care if we get there in time
We build a new weapon that kills before threat
We send in a soldier who isn't dead yet
We send in a soldier who comes back to life
We send home an alien to impregnate his wife
Visions of Terrorists soon walking our streets
Visions of Terrorists soon buying our meats
Visions of Terrorists dance in my head
Clinton and Rushdie will leave us for dead
Visions of Terrorists torture my brain
America, the collective, is going insane
(written June 10,1995)
poem by Beau Golden
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