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Driff me off

yield with full of awesome memory,
languish in the option of time, of where I
settle my complete hope of surrender to
the wave of the sky, I command to lie
down my hand

put off the flower that floats and come
to the magic of the stream, the waiting is
gone as the captive dream cease no one
in the sun

pour out all the water spells, the drifted
echo, lives in the air, listen my blooming
dear your escape is only in dream, for
your sweet touch may be gone; as the
water goes through the stream and the
wind may come the same, the pain may
always live to win

go crystal water, as the drifted sky comes
to end and let the passing tears leaves in
the air.......

poem by Antonio Liao
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The River

In my first sleep
I came to the river
And looked down
Through the clear water -
Only in dream
Water so pure,
Laced and undulant
Lines of flow
On its rocky bed
Water of life
Streaming for ever.

A house was there
Beside the river
And I, arrived,
An expected guest
About to explore
Old gardens and libraries -
But the car was waiting
To drive me away.

One last look
Into that bright stream -
Trout there were
And clear on the bottom
Monster form
Of the great crayfish
That crawls to the moon.
On its rocky bed
Living water
In whorls and ripples
Flowing unbended.

There was the car
To drive me away.
We crossed the river
Of living water -
I might not stay,
But must return
By the road too short
To the waiting day.

In my second dream
Pure I was and free
By the rapid stream,
My crystal house the sky,
The pure crystalline sky.

Into the stream I flung
A bottle of clear glass
That twirled and tossed and spun
In the water's race
Flashing the morning sun.

Down that swift river
I saw it borne away,
My empty crystal form,
Exultant saw it caught
Into the current's spin,
The flashing water's run.

poem by Kathleen Jessie Raine
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Be a part of me

as the fish swims into the sea and find its way to
feed and happy, the water Lilies breathe in the dirty
pond to grow into a beautiful flower, of where the
bird wants to sip its sweet drops of crystal water
gland

as the wind blew, thrown into the big ocean and the
clouds swings beneath the golden sun; the wave
roll on to the dazzling seashore, waiting each
pebbles to dance in the sand; rumble, sizzling,
goggling under the hot sunny day

as the perfume smell in every corner of your
body, the door that open makes my day complete,
the food that taste so sweet leaves every memories
of who you would be in the heart that is free, your
the passion that hovers in my knee, you’re the star in
every night in the sky I see, for everything my dear
you believe in me, you’re the one I always die with
thee

now the roses have fully grown in the garden its
residue and the flower bloom so beautiful, as you
can touch and smell as you catch, believe that I am
always in the end waiting for you in every command
I remain so true, wonder you bring me through, as I
love you, for you’re always be part of me in
everything I will be, my true and dear
WIFE......I love you

poem by Antonio Liao
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Down On Longboat Key

She sits and stares out the window at the water
Every night down at ....Cafe'
All alone she sips her pina colada
Talking to herself, dreaming time away
The story is that a dark haired stranger
Stole her heart many years ago
He promised her he'd come back and take her
Around the world, bring her hills of gold
Chorus:
Down on Longboat Key
Where the island sand meet the Gulf Stream Bridge
Down on Longboat Key
She spends her life in a dream
On Longboat Key
Down on Longboat Key
Down on Longboat Key.
Each afternoon as the snugboats come in
She runs to meet them down at the pier
She sees the fishermen, the nets and the sunset
But she don't see him, her eyes fill with tears
She stands there looking at the crystal blue water
And in the coral she imagines pearls
She makes believe he brought them all the way from China
Then the water swirls
The blue-green water swirls
Chorus:
Down on Longboat Key
Where the island sand meet the Gulf Stream breeze
Down on Longboat Key
She spends her life in a dream
On Longboat Key
Down on Longboat Key
Down on Longboat Key.
Young sailors make a play to take her home
She says 'No, I'm already taken'
Oh, they just laugh when she mentions his name
She just keeps on waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting
Chorus:
Down on Longboat Key
Where the island sand meet the Gulf Stream breeze
Down on Longboat Key
She spends her life in a dream
On Longboat Key
Down on Longboat Key
Down on Longboat Key.

song performed by by Alabama
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Stream Is Flowing From The West

The stream is flowing from the west;
As if it poured from yonder skies,
It wears upon its rippling breast
The sunset's golden dyes;
And bearing onward to the sea,
'T will clasp the isle that holdeth thee.

I dip my hand within the wave;
Ah! how impressionless and cold!
I touch it with my lip, and lave
My forehead in the gold.
It is a trivial thought, but sweet,
Perhaps the wave will kiss thy feet.

Alas! I leave no trace behind --
As little on the senseless stream
As on thy heart, or on thy mind;
Which was the simpler dream,
To win that warm, wild love of thine,
Or make the water whisper mine?

Dear stream! some moons must wax and wane
Ere I again shall cross thy tide,
And then, perhaps, a viewless chain
Will drag me to her side,
To love with all my spirit's scope,
To wish, do everything but -- hope.

poem by Henry Timrod
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Looking for Water

Still the leaves are spinning 'round
Take my hand as we go down, and down, and down
Looking for water
Well, our light's gone in a New York minute
Don't know about you, but my heart's not in it
(Looking, looking, looking)
I'm looking for water
I'm looking for water
(Looking, looking, looking)
I can't breathe the air, can't raise a fact
'Cause all we've got left is a beat in the night, and I'm
(Looking for water)
Looking for water
(Looking for water)
(Looking, looking)
Take my hand as we go down, and down
Leave it all behind, nothing could be found
(I'm, looking for water)
I'm looking for water
(Looking for water)
(Looking, looking)
(I, looking for water)
Looking everywhere
(Looking for water)
Looking here and there
(I'm looking for water)
I'm looking for water
(Looking for water)
(Looking, looking)
I can't live in this cage, I can't eat this candy
The edge of the earth to the spin in my head
The look in your eyes and never means never
The dawn's early light, baby, dark is forever
(Looking, looking)
(Looking, looking)
(Looking for water)
(Looking, looking)
I
(Looking for water)
(Looking for water)
(Looking, looking)
I
(Looking for water)
(Looking for water)
(Looking, looking)
I
(Looking for water)
(Looking for watter)
Looking, looking)
I
(Looking for water)
(Looking for watter)
Looking, looking)
I
(Looking for water)
(Looking for watter)

song performed by by David Bowie, music by David Bowie, lyrics by David Bowie from Reality
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Lotus Bloom

oh! hyacinth of ever fragrance, settle
my closeness of the night, touch me the
essence of the heart and offer the vagueness
of a simple reality of the eyes

lay me in the bedrock of the deepest
water, lead the stream of thirst into the
fountain of your lasting beauty and
dream the idyllic presence of my request

endless passion makes the heaven
happy, join the butterfly to cool inside the
womb of the petal; the sweeten juice of joy
hibernate the immune breath of the
paradise valley

make the best out of the rest that sleep
amidst the chaotic sphere of survival; a
great trunk blew in the lightning humid
dunes of the sand, where my memory is
part of your eternal quest

now you had grown.like a beautiful lady,
wish by every stream of fresh air, offer by a
new wind to floats in a landscape of what is
a blooming perfume of a simple Lotus free

smile, every floats of Lotus and smell the
fragrance of perfume in your way …..
Aon

poem by Antonio Liao
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Oh! Blooming Star your Sweet Goodbye

cried full the emptiness of the heart, and feel
the reckoning soul of loneliness; the rainbow leaves
nothing, but a promise of pain in the rain ….

hold my tears as you go beyond of what, not
even death knows the secret of faith, take all our meek
and sobering heart, to what is life whose fullness
of a picking joy, assurance that you are there; waiting
until, the shadow of fadedness of life care every dream
of grandiose symphony of happiness, it is yelled echo of the
waiting angels to your permanent home, for the Lord thy
God bless and Love’s you forever ….

sings your tears in our check, for we will always
remember your moment of your stay, leave us the love that
eternity will always be the lasting hope of our dream, nay!
the birds will fly without the wind, they breathe with us, as
they go ….

walk Dear friend, the road is ready for you to go
and the blooming flower catches the meadow of lovely
Angels; letting you to see the immortal life of eternity and the
a sweet goodbye will always live in our lives...thank you
and thank you...may the wonderful God hold you in
His loving heart...Forever and Ever...Amen....

' a poem dedicated to the late Merciditas C. Dampayla'

poem by Antonio Liao
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Buddha and the Flower

scented skies
lure the blessing of the rainbow,
as the falling rain
touches the ground of wide
Lotus blooms in the breezing cool
of Siberian
tears

make all the best
breathe of the majestic view
of dear mysterious
Mt. Fuji, tenderly fulfills
the promise
look of Maria Makiling the heart that
drifted the passionate immortal
soul of a dying
destiny

oh! flower of eternity;
hear the shadow
of great soul who comes and sway
the harmony of reality,
where every moment of joy floats always
in lingering blind of
tranquility, the wisdom
of nothingness of wish and keep its breath
always to live

life stream to the end and pilot
to the cream of
happiness, conceive your avenue of
flourishing refrain
that want is something done
for holding of anyone, leaves always
a sting of flaming
mark of gone

honored Buddha,
drink the cup with me and touch
the blooming sprouted
of flower that lay in
my hand

….wonderfully crown my head, stay ……

poem by Antonio Liao
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Thirsting Water

fine
as a river, so deep
twig in the carousel of fountain,
drifted to the shore of safety,
where other may hide the
crystal pure water ready to drink
of what might be the truth to believe
and live for today

whistle
the setting sun, the premium
of the humid
flesh touches my skin, like sweating lips
of loft for a new taste of honey bee
lies in the mother’s breast
I always pray

turn around
and let the cup of sweet droplets
of water
calm the sea, vie as you’ll be gone a
hatred of the sand comes
to bail the boarding shadow of a
torent soul, as you
command

depart,
just as you rise the nightfall
lasting memory to live,
like a simple wish in an strange land,
I am gone …..

poem by Antonio Liao
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Green-Water Stream

To reach the Yellow-Flowered River
Go by the Green-Water Stream.
A thousand twists and turns of mountain
But the way there can’t be many miles.
The sound of water falling over rocks
And deep colour among pines.
Gently green floating water-plants.
Bright the mirrored reeds and rushes.
I am a lover of true quietness.
Watching the flow of clear water
I dream of sitting on the uncarved rock
casting a line on the endless stream.

poem by Wang Wei
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My sweet surrender.....

like falling tears blew by the wind, seeds come to
create perfume of smell in the wonderful and beautiful
flower the eyes can capture

like the radiant arrow that hit the target of illusion of
dream, and as time swing the motion of the wind, the
ground kiss no more than to leave forever

make me the best of what you wish and create
the smooth super highway of lasting twist of what is
pleasing in your sight

water my emptiness and let the birds and butterfly
touch my sweet honey taste for the bees; wish to come
anytime of the day

now the nest patiently waited to hatch the eggs and
the rain is coming out to pour its fog, come my sweet
surrender of ripen juice of pure love and be with me

oh! apple of the eye, you may go and gone, but
remember that where ever i live my life; you twin my
Destiny.......

poem by Antonio Liao
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To L. H. B. (1894-1915 )

Last night for the first time since you were dead
I walked with you, my brother, in a dream.
We were at home again beside the stream
Fringed with tall berry bushes, white and red.
"Don't touch them: they are poisonous," I said.
But your hand hovered, and I saw a beam
Of strange, bright laughter flying round your head
And as you stooped I saw the berries gleam.
"Don't you remember? We called them Dead Man's
Bread!"
I woke and heard the wind moan and the roar
Of the dark water tumbling on the shore.
Where--where is the path of my dream for my eager
feet?
By the remembered stream my brother stands
Waiting for me with berries in his hands...
"These are my body. Sister, take and eat."

poem by Katherine Mansfield
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Water

water for water is water, thirst made me dried
eyes tears flow water, leaves skin broken
need water, cure my pain smooth my rough
surface makes it clean

pure and perfect water made so bright, all the
day expose heat dried my sweat, in my face
and lips tears seen in the eyes

all day long I seat in my brow, waiting the sun
down to lead me low, hunger and thirst open
my throat, water spelled drops like a dew

wash my warm body as you can see, the limps
legs and the hands would be easy, where ever
in my body, the water comes refreshing to me

slowly, slowly, fell the cool water beneath
my delicate skin, in my buttock where you have
to stay, hold on, I sit you in my dream, my living
water makes me the same

oh! water, please always watered me in each
new day and fell the real me

poem by Antonio Liao
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Forging with ink of Hope and Faith

the last things fish feel thirst; lay down the dry
grown in the middle of breathless gills, showing the
endless mercy of dying, whistle in the air as it
suffocate

the breezing fresh gallop the nostril of nudeness
of a living soul, waiting the smoothness of flow of a
waiting catching soul to survive, the lasting
remembrance of a wondering immortal being exist

the shore catches the wave, as the pebble, wrestling
the turmoil of water in the heavenly pure of struggle,
nay the living floating weeds capture the mingling
drift in the tiny bubble in the deep blue sea

last the passing scene of the memory of the past, all
comes in a freezing sky to stay as it says a golden bye
of what is a blooming flower in the stream of river
gone into the sea of wonderful sky

wait as it flew the dust has mock of faith in the
rainbow of hope that the day leaves as you return and
forward of what ever ink in the memory of your life,
for what ever plan lives in the wish of days in the sun

walk and gone, the vision is to stay always in the
journey with fun, just believe and never fade the faith
and hope that all wait for you to make you, as always
be apart with the great plan

know the air that breathe and learn that someday you
will be back in the touching hand with Faith that
only you is the One to make your birth goal be true

go and leave no trace, the footprints will find you there
to stay with God; in the sea shore of Hope all has to
leave and return..... with Faith

poem by Antonio Liao
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Dear Soldier

Dear soldier,
My dreams for you. My dream for you is to one day be able to sleep and not worry about a thing, My dream for you is to dream some beautiful dreams Dear soldier My dream for you is to feel and see life as it was before. My dream for you is to look at a flower and see its beauty as once before. Dear soldier your wife; look at her and know she feels your pain your wife is the most beautiful flower u will see so… Dear soldier please dream a beautiful dream for I hope you because complet again, you may not see the hero I see you may deny the hero deep within thee but the solder that stands before me has Honor courage, lots of pain but one day I hope your pain withers away. The soldier that stands with Tones of pride is a father of five awesome beautiful kids this solder is idealized by all five kids. Each kid has love for this soldier but not just as a solder but as a daddy a daddy that they see so brave so tall they see daddy as there king. So soldier my dream not a command my wish is for you to feel like you again.

poem by Kasarah Fichter
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Legged Magic

Legged Magic

whisper voice and wake us to listen, turning
down the words mature, see the mouth that utter,
as the head fail down to walk ahead and receive
a good sight it suddenly start, like magic in
touch

the sky is too blind to capture and catch
the dense angry clouds; waiting to say goodbye,
neither the coming day will always stay, for
every foot cleanse, the eye and ear had to close,
until proper direction has to go

nay! magic gives guarantee, for the twist of
the hand magic is gone, see and find no one in
the stage everything will be; come vibrating
clouds in the midst air it explode, and the sun
goes down to rest

feel that dream and the rainbow of magic will
live, in your fate; ask not your foe, but a thaw of
faith in your heart, careful mold the river not the
stream in the ocean it fall and fly into the sky
not the dream of forever goodbye

soon the magic touch you, in your distance dream
I always keep; neither it’s free to fly without
the feather in the wings, for you’ll be there with
me in that day ……

poem by Antonio Liao
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The Captive Knight

The prisoned thrush may brook the cage,
The captive eagle dies for rage.
Lady of the Lake.

'Twas a trumpet's pealing sound!
And the knight look'd down from the Paynim's tower,
And a Christian host, in its pride and power,
Thro' the pass beneath him wound.
Cease awhile, clarion! Clarion, wild and shrill,
Cease! let them hear the captive's voice–be still!
'I knew 'twas a trumpet's note!
And I see my brethren's lances gleam,
And their pennons wave by the mountain stream,
And their plumes to the glad wind float!
Cease awhile, clarion! Clarion, wild and shrill,
Cease! let them hear the captive's voice–be still!

'I am here, with my heavy chain!
And I look on a torrent sweeping by,
And an eagle rushing to the sky,
And a host, to its battle-plain!
Cease awhile, clarion! Clarion, wild and shrill,
Cease! let them hear the captive's voice–be still!

'Must I pine in my fetters here?
With the wild wave's foam, and the free bird's flight,
And the tall spears glancing on my sight,
And the trumpet in mine ear?
Cease awhile, clarion! Clarion, wild and shrill,
Cease! let them hear the captive's voice–be still!

'They are gone! they have all pass'd by!
They in whose wars I had borne my part,
They that I lov'd with a brother's heart,
They have left me here to die!
Sound again, clarion! Clarion, pour thy blast!
Sound! for the captive's dream of hope is past.'

poem by Felicia Dorothea Hemans
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When You See Water

When you see water in a stream
you say: oh, this is stream
water;
When you see water in the river
you say: oh, this is water
of the river;
When you see ocean
water
you say: This is the ocean's
water!
But actually water is always
only itself
and does not belong
to any of these containers
though it creates them.
And so it is with you.

poem by Alice Walker
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Grateful Water

Live if you can when the water runs dry.
Once in a decade perhaps, or never in a life
Save your tear so that you won’t have to cry.
Let the water flow and wash away the strife.
Dry yourself with water if any miracle you need.
Let the water run upwards for a change to fancy.
Feed the water well to run through the creed.
Run Water! ! Run! ! Flow in a stream of constancy.
Drop of tears, dew drops, even a single dropp of water.
In course of time can change a thing always for real.
Pool, pond, brook, lake will never stop to utter
The utterance of gratitude, in the way they feel
Sometimes to the greatest source of the sea
Even sometimes to the man’s ungrateful plea.

Written in the afternoon of the 12th February,2010

poem by Munia Khan
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The Old pond

the brook stream out to the valley that looks
old and clumsy, where the old pond
rooted the crystallized water mixed with
droplets of rain

sweet melody flows with therapeutic chime
echo the silent moment of day; calling the
little Dragonfly to catch the beautiful flower of
Lilies as the jiggle frog spare high notes for
a choral rendition of song to lie

window looks open wide and see the monsoon
rain wait to play, now the moon wind has
just come as swing the twig of the sun down to
jump into the pool and the beautiful frog enjoy
its stay

fall back the roof that leak, the sun has reach the
meadow and say goodbye, leaving the pond
a sweet memory for everyone, the old that
return the new to become the only one pond

as you water the old shadow of the new glory; the
point has yet to flame the beginning of the new
and wonderful cloth of shinning vessel of
crystallize spirit living in you

witness the frog in the old pond; same melody
sang as the water flows into the stream of unending
face of today..........be on your way

poem by Antonio Liao
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