When Horizon Closes In
I have touched the horizon,
And it no more recedes
Rather it closes in
And in a rare gesture
Hugs me with the warmth
Of a frosty December.
When my shadow gains dimension,
And I distinctly listen to
The perennial echo
Of a familiar lullaby,
Echoing softly in my ears
Like the falling of a baby step
On a sandy carpet.
I have touched the earth and the sky
With my bare hands
And strangely, no more
Can I differentiate the hue
Of the rising and setting sun,
For they look so similar
Against a similar sky.
I have seen roses
Changing their colours,
Winds their directions
And poetry its emotions
From sonnets to elegy.
Lo!
There is unusual greenery
At the neighbouring graveyard
And I can now recite
My epitaph and give music to it
Like an accomplished musician.
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A Simple Touch!
you touched my hand,
and raised this body
from the land of the dead...
you touched my heart,
and freed this soul
from the dark maze
of its own prison.
you touched my eyes,
and restored sight
to a blind man.
you touched my ears,
and filled them with
the song of every living creature.
you touched my desire,
and brought stone and fire,
and the echo of the whipporwill's song.
i touched you,
and the earth stopped turning,
rivers stopped flowing,
and mountains fell...
all in a simple touch!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Please Please Please
Please please please
No more melodies
They lack impact, they're petty
They've been made up already
Please please please
No more maladies
I'm so tired of crying
You'd think I was a siren
But me and everybody's on the sad same team
And you can hear our sad brain screaming
Give us something familiar*
Something similar
To what we know already
That will keep us steady
Steady
Steady going nowhere
Please please please
No apologies
At best they buy you time
Until you next step out of line
Please please please
No more remedies
My method is uncertain
It's a mess but it's working
And maybe if you tried it out
You won't like it when you're crying out
Give us something familiar
Something similar
To what we know already
That will keep us steady
Steady, steady
Steady going nowhere
Please please please
No more melodies
They lack impact, they're petty
They've been made up already
Please please please
No more maladies
I'm so tired of crying
You'd think I was a siren
But me and everybody's on the sad same team and
You can hear our sad brain screaming
Give us something familiar
Something similar
To what we know already
That will keep us steady
Steady, steady, steady, steady
Steady going nowhere
Please please please
No apologies
At best they buy you time
Until you next step out of line
Please please please
No more remedies
My method is uncertain
It's a mess but it's working
And maybe if you want to try it out
You won't like it when you're crying out
Give me something familiar
Somethin' similar
To what we know already
That will keep us steady
Steady, steady
Steady going nowhere
song performed by by Fiona Apple
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Bread & Roses
This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the higher ground album, and has also been released on the gift you are and the john denver collection - rocky mountain high albums.
As we go marching, marching
In the beauty of the day
A million darkened kitchens
A thousand mill lofts grey
Are touched with all the radiance
That a sudden sun discloses
For the people hear us singing
Bread and roses, bread and roses
As we go marching, marching
We battle too for men
For they are womens children
And we mother them again
Our lives shall not be sweetened
From birth until life closes
Hearts starve as well as bodies
Give us bread, but give us roses
As we go marching, marching
We bring the greater days
For the rising of the women
Means the rising of the race
No more the drudge and idler
Ten that toil where one reposes
But the sharing of lifes glories
Bread and roses, bread and roses
Words by james oppenheim (1912), music by john denver
song performed by by John Denver
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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IV. The Dead
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,
Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth.
The years had given them kindness. Dawn was theirs,
And sunset, and the colours of the earth.
These had seen movement, and heard music; known
Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended;
Felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone;
Touched flowers and furs and cheeks. All this is ended.
There are waters blown by changing winds to laughter
And lit by the rich skies, all day. And after,
Frost, with a gesture, stays the waves that dance
And wandering loveliness. He leaves a white
Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance,
A width, a shining peace, under the night.
poem by Rupert Brooke
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1914 IV: The Dead
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,
Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth.
The years had given them kindness. Dawn was theirs,
And sunset, and the colours of the earth.
These had seen movement, and heard music; known
Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended;
Felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone;
Touched flowers and furs and cheeks. All this is ended.
There are waters blown by changing winds to laughter
And lit by the rich skies, all day. And after,
Frost, with a gesture, stays the waves that dance
And wandering loveliness. He leaves a white
Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance,
A width, a shining peace, under the night.
poem by Rupert Brooke
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The Dead: IV
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,
Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth.
The years had given them kindness. Dawn was theirs,
And sunset, and the colours of the earth.
These had seen movement, and heard music; known
Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended;
Felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone;
Touched flowers and furs and cheeks. All this is ended.
There are waters blown by changing winds to laughter
And lit by the rich skies, all day. And after,
Frost, with a gesture, stays the waves that dance
And wandering loveliness. He leaves a white
Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance,
A width, a shining peace, under the night.
poem by Rupert Brooke
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Is It Not Unfair? ....
they do not have to do anything
in fact we do not know if they are still alive or dead or
something
we do not know them for sure
their names are written on the walls
and they are all up there on those clouds
or somewhere
we only hear their names whispered by the wind
their greatness echoing on the on the mountains
rising to the clouds beside the stars
but they have not done nothing at all
we do not feel their warmth
we haven't touched them
neither have they ever ever touched us
but they are proclaimed
as kings and queens
and rulers of the land
God's edict they say
God's will is done they justify
but i am not fazed at all
i have a mission and a vision and i am continuing
everyday and for the rest of my life
even though i bleed and fall
i shall heal and again shall rise proud and tall
and soon perhaps
shall reap it all....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Explorations: XXVIII
similar paths
may end up distinctly
dissimilar!
dissimilar
though the paths may seem
will prove similar!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Permanent Sun
it's raining outside...
it's pourin so hard...
i feel so cold... and lonely...
coz every rain dropp is similar...
similar to the tears running down my cheeks...
but also it gives me joy...
for i know that after every rain there's the sun...
the sun to shine on me the next day...
the sun who will kiss the rain goodbye...
but i hope that the sun will be permanent...
even when there's the rain...
to give me hope...
to give me warmth...
even on a rainy day...
i know that will be so soon...
so very soon...
coz you are my permanent sun...
poem by Aileen Robert
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A Poem That Peeked Within
where do i belong
i seem to ask myself
more often than ever
as i float on the surface
of a yet to be titled world
i attempt to rise
above the familiar and not so familiar
world of your perennial touch
thinly poised on the cycle of birth and death
but only end up as an insubstantial shadow
on the fading life line
at the level crossing
as thousand hands
prepare to undress me
throwing up the ugliness
of the cactus hidden within
between the covers of
this dispassionate musings
that in general parlance
passes off as life
what is there to write poetry on
or paint a colourful picture
on this drab canvass
of cluttering emotions
of laughter and tears
that accommodates everybody's
biography or autobiography?
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Touched A Dream
(Talking) Girl you just don’t know
Last night was incredible. Listen. Check it out.
Last night, I felt the skies open up and rain down heaven
Last night, I felt the sun, the moon and the stars come together
Last night, I heard an angel speak to me he said us forever
And while we were making love, I saw visions of a tropical river
Last night I
Touched a dream
When you were here with me
Last night I
Touched a dream
Girl you fulfill my fantasy
Touched a dream
Said we rewrote the book of love making history
Touched a dream
Last night you brought my dreams to reality
Now last night, I could have sworn I saw an eagle spread his wings
Last night, I heard a massive choir lift their voice and sing
Last night, I saw the world living in peace and harmony
While we were making love, I felt my soul being set free
Last night I
Touched a dream
You were here with me
Last night I
Touched a dream
And you fulfill my fantasy
Touched a dream
I said we rewrote the book of love making history
Touched a dream
Ooh yeah, girl you brought my dreams to reality
After the rain comes the rainbow
The sun will shine after the storm
Oh yes it will and Mother Nature guarantees
Jumped the mountain and touched the sky
Over the sea baby we can fly
When we made love I see the flowers the trees the birds the bees
Last night I touched a dream girl
Touched a dream
You right here with me
Touched a dream
Ohhh ohh oooh a dream
Touched a dream
You fulfill my fantasy oh baby yes you did
Touched a dream
And baby we rewrote the book of love making history yeah yeah
Touched a dream
Girl, you brought my dreams to a reality yeah hey
Last night when you were lying next to me
Touched a dream
You fulfill my fantasy
Touched a dream
Yeah
And baby we rewrote the book of love making history
Touched a dream
Forever I have a dream
A vision of you right there with me
I know you’re my love making queen
Touched a dream
And I am your love making king
Let no man or woman come between
What God has given you and me
Touched a dream
The laws of reciprocity
And give those amorocity (bootlegged from the word amorist)
Provided us with food to eat
Touched a dream
Fills our vacancies but together the perfect chemistry
Forever anniversaries
Touched a dream
You’re the root to my tree, I’m a branch you’re a leaf
The apple carrying my seed
Touched a dream
Fall, winter, summer, spring
That’s why I ain’t gon’ let the devil steal my joy from me cause I done
Touched a dream
Touched a dream
Touched a dream
song performed by by R. Kelly
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Touched By The Sun
(carly simon)
If you want to be brave
And reach for the top of the sky
And the farthest point on the horizon
Do you know who youll meet there
Great soldiers and seafarers,
Artists and dreamers
Who need to be close, close to the light
They need to be in danger of burning by fire
And i, I want to get there
I, I want to be one
One who is touched by the sun,
One who is touched by the sun
Often I want to walk
The safe side of the street
And lull myself to sleep
And dull my pain
But deep down inside I know
Ive got to learn from the greats,
Earn my right to be living,
Let my wings of desire
Soar over the night
I need to let them say
She must have been mad
And i, I want to get there
I, I want to be one
One who is touched by the sun,
One who is touched by the sun
Ive got to learn from the greats,
Earn my right to be living,
With every breath that I take,
Every heartbeat
And i, I want to get there
I, I want to be one, one who is touched by the sun,
One who is touched by the sun.
song performed by by Carly Simon
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Life in Winter's Graveyard
Walking down a muddy road
In the throes of December
Heaving through the decay
Of Spring's now frozen embers
Is there life in Winter's graveyard?
Frozen trees bereft of leaves
Stand upright in frosted death
Fields once ripe and lush with fruit
Lay still without the Summer's breath
Is there life in Winter's graveyard?
Soggy soil sloshing below my feet
Autumn's leaves have been swept away
And while I march on viciously
My eyes behold only death and gray
Is there life in Winter's graveyard?
Then comes a patch of greenery
A lush, though simple, paradise
I stop to gaze at the loveliness
Beheld before beauty-starved eyes
There is life in Winter's graveyard.
A patch of three-leaved charms
Circling the base of a withered tree
I gaze at this Springtime green
Surrounded by December's villainy.
There is life in Winter's graveyard.
Though Winter's tomb encases
Our world in a carcass' masquerade
This patch of sought-for greenery
Removes the masks from Death's charade
There is life in Winter's graveyard.
poem by Josephine J.W
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Seek and Thou Shall Find
I stopped to ask this young woman for directions,
she hesitated then said, “Now let me see”.
Her voice was clear, soft and gentle,
and she smiled politely at me.
The directions she gave me were complicated,
but as it happened she lived close by the place,
so she said she would walk so far with me
and as I said thank you, another smile lit up her face.
Our talking passed the time away very quickly
and she said, “This is as far as I go.”
She then asked if I had got time for a coffee
and I said, “How could I possibly say no.”
We talked as we walked up to her apartment,
and coffee was my only intent.
We talked and drank coffee until after midnight,
but then our hands touched by accident.
Our fingers searched out for each other’s
and we kissed as our hands held tight.
Our hands then touched each others body’s
and we knew I would be staying the night.
We were both trembling with excitement
and kissed as our clothes fell to the floor.
We caressed and kissed each other all over
and made love again and again, and once more.
We both collapsed and fell asleep on the carpet,
and were awakened by the morning light.
Once again we covered each other with kisses
and made love until the sun shone bright.
I never did get to the place I was searching,
but I did find true love on the way.
We decided to live together
and I’m moving in today.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Sound Of Solitude
Do you hear as I do,
The sound of my unfolding silence
When it gets blended
With the blossoming-sound
Of a million roses in cascading colours
Of a distant Rose Island.
How often you lend your ears as I do,
To the lingering echo
Of the divine fragrance
Of a copious crop of exclusive sandalwood.
Do you listen to as I do,
The silent soaking
Of nocturnal vegetations
By the silver beams
Of a full moon.
Do you hear as I do,
The silent descending
Of the sparkling sound
Of delicate dew-drops
On the greenery of meadows.
Do you also hear with your broad eyes as I do,
The twinkling din
Of stars and starlets
Jostling for dotted space
On a rustic sky.
SOUND OF SOLITUDE
Do you hear as I do,
The sound of my unfolding silence
When it gets blended
With the blossoming-sound
Of a million roses in cascading colours
Of a distant Rose Island.
How often you lend your ears as I do,
To the lingering echo
Of the divine fragrance
Of a copious crop of exclusive sandalwood.
Do you listen to as I do,
The silent soaking
Of nocturnal vegetations
By the silver beams
Of a full moon.
Do you hear as I do,
The silent descending
Of the sparkling sound
Of delicate dew-drops
On the greenery of meadows.
Do you also hear with your broad eyes as I do,
The twinkling din
Of stars and starlets
Jostling for dotted space
On a rustic sky.
Do you want to see what human eyes have never seen? Look at the moon. Do you want to hear what ears have never heard? Listen to the bird's cry. Do you want to touch what hands have never touched? Touch the earth. Verily I say that God is about to create the world.
quote by Jorge Luis Borges
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There Is No Such Thing As An Unchanged I
THERE is not such thing
as a stagnant self,
a flowing river,
a waterfall,
a pouring rain
an evaporating dew
a gone away mist
sunshine falling
a seed sprouting
tendril curling
the winds blowing,
there is no such thing
as an I,
THAT does not change its form
it is the growing I,
THE changing me inside this
ever changing body,
you cannot touch me
only once
and i who is touched
cannot react in one
and the same way
this being, this is not just
a form and a shape
but a process, a journey
in constant movement
in changing ways
never, never fixed.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Rising Sun, Setting Sun
how nice it is to be some birds
especially the little feathery ones
so economical and heavenly they are on speech
but when they do talk, they are usually music for the ears
echoing in the mountains, and valleys, and canyons
a gentle orchestra for the rising sun, setting sun
how nice it is to be some birds
especially the little feathery ones
so economical and heavenly they are on speech
but when they do talk, they are usually music for the ears
echoing in the mountains, and valleys, and canyons
tying up the loose ends of creation
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Elegy of a poet
I do not understand
as to why the people
are weeping,
crying,
mourning
and
to exhibit their sympathy
to match
or exceed with the compassion
of other in the same pursuit,
shedding the tears
for a poet
who died
writing poems
on everything
which even
the sun could not see
or imagine,
but could not
spell a few words
for whom
he lived,
he tried everything possible,
everything impossible
by making it possible,
and died
and
before the last collapse
entered the endevour
of writing poetry
on the walls of solitude
and confinement
leaving behind
the belief that
he might write
something
on his own epitaph
once everyone
pays the final tribute
and leaves the graveyard,
to show her that
he can write his own elegy,
an elegy of a poet
by the poet.
poem by Sandesh Shinde
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In England
In England, there are wrongs no doubt,
Which should be righted; so men say,
Who seek to weed earth's garden out,
And give the roses right of way;
Yes, right of way, to fruit and rose,
Where now but poison ivy grows.
In England, there is wide unrest,
They tell me who should know; and yet
I saw but hedges, gayly dressed,
And eyes where love and kindness met;
Yes, love and kindness, met and made
Soft sunshine even in the shade.
In England, there are haunting things
Which follow one to other lands;
Like some pervading scent that clings
To laces touched by vanished hands;
Yes, touched by vanished hands, which made
A fragrance that defies the grave.
In England, centuries of art
Give common things a mellow tone;
And wake old memories in the heart
Of other lives the soul has known;
Yes, other lives in some past age
Start forth from canvas, and from page.
In England, there are simple joys,
The modern world has left all sweet;
In London's heart, are nooks where noise
Has entered but with slippered feet;
Yes, entered softly. Friend, believe,
To part from England is to grieve.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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