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A Wet Season

The rain is fierce, it flogs the earth,
And man's in danger.
O that my mother at my birth
Had borne a stranger!
The flooded ground is all around.
The depth uncommon.
How blest I'd be if only she
Had borne a salmon.

If still denied the solar glow
'T were bliss ecstatic
To be amphibious-but O,
To be aquatic!
We're worms, men say, o' the dust, and they
That faith are firm of.
O, then, be just: show me some dust
To be a worm of.

The pines are chanting overhead
A psalm uncheering.
It's O, to have been for ages dead
And hard of hearing!
Restore, ye Pow'rs, the last bright hours
The dial reckoned;
'Twas in the time of Egypt's prime
Rameses II.

poem by Ambrose Bierce
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what do we do to Mother Earth?

do not burn
let the leaves fall to the ground
let them stay there
layer by layer
heap upon heap
let mother earth
hug all the leaves
let the affection be
strong and heavy
let the leaves die
and rot and become
water and become dust
to dust
let all of us see this dust
we shall do what mother earth
and nature loves best
to dust we shall return
and be its permanent part
close to the bosom
of mother earth
forever

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Feel Like A Leaf In Autumn

I feel like a leaf in Autumn borne along by flooded rill
Running down the silent valley down along the moonlit hill
Down to join the flooded river towards it's final destiny
To it's deep grave in salt water in the bosom of the sea.

I felt like that leaf in Springtime on it's lovely mother tree
With it's brothers and it's sisters one big happy family
A bright green leaf in a green World dancing in the wind and rain
Give me back what's gone forever give me back my youth again.

I felt like that leaf in Summer when the sun shone in the sky
And the world was full of colour and wild songbirds piped for joy
And bright wildflowers in green meadow fit home for fair butterfly
Oh but all that's young and beautiful has one day got to die.

I feel like a leaf in Autumn borne along by flooded stream
Running down the moonlit valley that was once so very green
Down to join the flooded river towards it's final destiny
To be gone and lost forever in the bosom of the sea.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Borne On The Wind

Borne on the wind,
Borne on the wind
Between the sunset and the dawn.
So tenderly your memory
Lingers with me on and on
Borne on the wind,
Borne on the wind
You are still with me it seems
A life to live, a love to give,
And you will live in my dreams.
You don't love me,
But you love for me to be in love with you.
You led me on,lured me on
But when i fell you were gone.
Borne on the wind,
Borne on the wind,
Now a song in my heart.
A soft refrain you will remain
To live again and again
Borne on the wind,
Borne on the wind,
Borne on the wind.

song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Dust In The Wind

Music : Kerry Livgren
Lyrics: Kerry Livgren
I close my eyes
Only for a moment and the moment's gone
All my dreams
Pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind
All they are is dust in the wind
Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Now, Don't hang on
Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away
And all your money won't another minute buy
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind

song performed by by Scorpions
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Born On The Wind

(orbison/dees)
Borne on the wind,
Borne on the wind
Between the sunset and the dawn.
So tenderly your memory
Lingers with me on and on
Borne on the wind,
Borne on the wind
You are still with me it seems
A life to live, a love to give,
And you will live in my dreams.
You dont love me,
But you love for me to be in love with you.
You lured me on,led me on
But when I fell you were gone.
Borne on the wind,
Borne on the wind,
Now a song in my heart.
A soft refrain you will remain
To live in my heart again
Borne on the wind,
Borne on the wind,
Borne on the wind.

song performed by by Roy Orbison
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In The Garret

Four little chests all in a row,
Dim with dust, and worn by time,
All fashioned and filled, long ago,
By children now in their prime.
Four little keys hung side by side,
With faded ribbons, brave and gay
When fastened there, with childish pride,
Long ago, on a rainy day.
Four little names, one on each lid,
Carved out by a boyish hand,
And underneath there lieth hid
Histories of the happy band
Once playing here, and pausing oft
To hear the sweet refrain,
That came and went on the roof aloft,
In the falling summer rain.

'Meg' on the first lid, smooth and fair.
I look in with loving eyes,
For folded here, with well-known care,
A goodly gathering lies,
The record of a peaceful life--
Gifts to gentle child and girl,
A bridal gown, lines to a wife,
A tiny shoe, a baby curl.
No toys in this first chest remain,
For all are carried away,
In their old age, to join again
In another small Meg's play.
Ah, happy mother! Well I know
You hear, like a sweet refrain,
Lullabies ever soft and low
In the falling summer rain.

'Jo' on the next lid, scratched and worn,
And within a motley store
Of headless dolls, of schoolbooks torn,
Birds and beasts that speak no more,
Spoils brought home from the fairy ground
Only trod by youthful feet,
Dreams of a future never found,
Memories of a past still sweet,
Half-writ poems, stories wild,
April letters, warm and cold,
Diaries of a wilful child,
Hints of a woman early old,
A woman in a lonely home,
Hearing, like a sad refrain--
'Be worthy, love, and love will come,'
In the falling summer rain.

My Beth! the dust is always swept
From the lid that bears your name,
As if by loving eyes that wept,
By careful hands that often came.
Death canonized for us one saint,
Ever less human than divine,
And still we lay, with tender plaint,
Relics in this household shrine--
The silver bell, so seldom rung,
The little cap which last she wore,
The fair, dead Catherine that hung
By angels borne above her door.
The songs she sang, without lament,
In her prison-house of pain,
Forever are they sweetly blent
With the falling summer rain.

Upon the last lid's polished field--
Legend now both fair and true
A gallant knight bears on his shield,
'Amy' in letters gold and blue.
Within lie snoods that bound her hair,
Slippers that have danced their last,
Faded flowers laid by with care,
Fans whose airy toils are past,
Gay valentines, all ardent flames,
Trifles that have borne their part
In girlish hopes and fears and shames,
The record of a maiden heart
Now learning fairer, truer spells,
Hearing, like a blithe refrain,
The silver sound of bridal bells
In the falling summer rain.

Four little chests all in a row,
Dim with dust, and worn by time,
Four women, taught by weal and woe
To love and labor in their prime.
Four sisters, parted for an hour,
None lost, one only gone before,
Made by love's immortal power,
Nearest and dearest evermore.
Oh, when these hidden stores of ours
Lie open to the Father's sight,
May they be rich in golden hours,
Deeds that show fairer for the light,
Lives whose brave music long shall ring,
Like a spirit-stirring strain,
Souls that shall gladly soar and sing
In the long sunshine after rain.

poem by Louisa May Alcott
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What Are We?

WHAT ARE WE?

What are we?
Dust of the earth
Dust of the stars
Thinking dust
Dreaming dust
Loving dust
Dust of Dust
God’s Dust
What are we?

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Dust In The Wind

I close my eyes
Only for a moment and the moment's gone
All my dreams
Flash before my eyes of curiosity
Dust in the wind
All they are is dust in the wind
Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Now
Don't hang on
Nothing lasts forever but the Earth and Sky
It slips away
And all your money won't another minute buy
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
Everything is dust in the wind

song performed by by Kansas
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The Village

When a new life turns towards you
And the night becomes a bay
We shall remain forever
Everyone who meets his way
Oh, our love is like the flowers
The rain and the sea and the hours
Oh, our love is like the flowers
The rain and the sea and the hours
When the rain falls to the sea
Theyll be waiting for you and for me
And the sky reflects our image
Trying to sleep right through our lives
Oh, our love is like the earth
The sun and the trees and the birth
Oh, our love is like the earth
The sun and the trees and the birth
I am still here two days later
Same place, same time
And Im stuck here two years too long
Same place, the wrong time
Oh, our love is like the flowers
The rain and the sea and the hours
Oh, our love is like the flowers
The sun and the sea and the hours
Their love died three years ago
Spoken words I cannot show

song performed by by New Order
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The Dark At The End Of The Night

The dark at the end of the night
The hole in the ground
The worms:
This is what I fear
The nothingness that lasts forever
And the disintegration that makes all I am
Smell terribly for a while
And then on and on,
Bones and dust
Dust and dust.

Oh the fear of the ground
And the fear of that nothingness forever-

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Monsoon Woes II

Nothing to set
Summer apart
Fading monsoon dreams!

Scorching sun
Dripping sweat
Awaiting rain!

Sterile cloud
Pricking heat
Rain holiday!

Reptiles crawling
Spewing hot venom
Respite sought!

Hot vapours rose
Still thirsty, sun gulped rain
Humid heat returns!

Drought gets sprinkled
Like arid seeds and dust
Darkness around eyes!

Sun stomps
Grass seed bud and beetle
Mud cakes'dirge!

Baked earth
Dry eyes
Silent mourning!

Clouds collide
Empty vessels cling clang
Wrinkled earth, lost!

Dust in the eyes
Dust in the ears
Dust in the hands!

Storms do rise
Not on the sea
Of dust on earth!

From cracks of earth
Crawl reptiles upwards
For cool respite!

Yesterday's dead dog
Lies baked and stiff
None to care!

poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Ive Been The One

(written by lowell george)
(performed by jackson browne on the lowell george tribute album rock and roll doctor;1997)
Ive been the one who has been frightened
And almost borne away by the very thoughts
That I feared yesterday
And it must be the dust or smoke thats in my eyes
How can I cry about something from someone I wont see
Oh my friends all say she had her chance
Lets go shoot some pool
Ya know a fool is just a fool
And Ive tried everything that whiskey cures
But the pain endures and now Im feeling that pain
I put my pride in my pocket
Thats how Ill spend my loneliest days
And it must be dust or smoke thats in my eyes
Dont know what to do
Hold the lamp above the rafters
These smoke-filled rooms will not replace her
Ive been the one who has been frightened
And almost borne away by the very thoughts
That I feared yesterday
And it must be dust or smoke thats in my eyes

song performed by by Jackson Browne
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The Evening-Watch: A Dialogue

BODY

1 Farewell! I go to sleep; but when
2 The day-star springs, I'll wake again.

SOUL

3 Go, sleep in peace; and when thou liest
4 Unnumber'd in thy dust, when all this frame
5 Is but one dram, and what thou now descriest
6 In sev'ral parts shall want a name,
7 Then may his peace be with thee, and each dust
8 Writ in his book, who ne'er betray'd man's trust!

BODY

9 Amen! but hark, ere we two stray
10 How many hours dost think 'till day?

SOUL

11 Ah go; th'art weak, and sleepy. Heav'n
12 Is a plain watch, and without figures winds
13 All ages up; who drew this circle, even
14 He fills it; days and hours are blinds.
15 Yet this take with thee. The last gasp of time
16 Is thy first breath, and man's eternal prime.

poem by Henry Vaughan
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Psalm 49

The rich sinner's death, and the saint's resurrection.

Why do the proud insult the poor,
And boast the large estates they have?
How vain are riches to secure
Their haughty owners from the grave!

They can't redeem one hour from death,
With all the wealth in which they trust;
Nor give a dying brother breath,
When God commands him down to dust.

There the dark earth and dismal shade
Shall clasp their naked bodies round;
That flesh, so delicately fed,
Lies cold and moulders in the ground.

Like thoughtless sheep the sinner dies,
Laid in the grave for worms to eat:
The saints shall in the morning rise,
And find th' oppressor at their feet.

His honors perish in the dust,
And pomp and beauty, birth and blood:
That glorious day exalts the just
To full dominion o'er the proud.

My Savior shall my life restore,
And raise me from my dark abode;
My flesh and soul shall part no more,
But dwell for ever near my God.

poem by Isaac Watts
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There Is Something Inside My Mouth

there is something inside
my mouth
coming from my heart
moving out through
my esophagus

it is inside my mouth.
my tongue cannot hold it anymore.

i spit it out. it is a worm. it is turning into a coccoon.
it is a butterfly.

it is fluttering.
do you think that it can be the poem for my
busy day today?

it falls. It is dead. It has turned into a leaf.
dust. another dust that i have bitten.

tomorrow, i will swallow another worm.
but i will not bite it again.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Trust

A word on my desk with dust
enough to leave some rust

Just a little dust on the table of our life
trust is just another word for little white lies

I remember the bliss of love
But also of lust

Given in faith for trust
Thrown away on a desk full of dust.

on a promissory note so clear
Even evil could not endear

so wrong my dear
you are dancing in heaven
while I am stuck here in hell

angels tell me of your bliss
your trust and mine
I do miss.

poem by John Shea
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Life's dirty. Life's unclean you know. It's birth, it's sex, it's the intestinal tract. One big squishy, unsanitary mess. It never gets any cleaner either. You know, dust to dust, worms crawl in, worms crawl out, right Even though we know that, we still walk the walk, we still live the life. We're like a bunch of little kids. Little kids, you know, we jump in this big old pond of mud and we're slapping it all over our face, rubbing our hair all down our backs and we're making these glorious, gooey, mud pies. That's us.

quote by Andrew Schneider
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