The Swifts (1)
The swifts have no strength any more to retain,
To check the light-blue evening coolness.
It burst from their breasts, from their throats, under strain
And flows out of hand in its fullness.
There is not a thing that could stop them, up there,
From shrilly, exultedly crying,
Exclaiming: The earth has made off to nowhere,
O look! It has vanished - O triumph!
As cauldrons of water are ended in steam
When quarrelsome bubbles are rising -
Look - there is no room for the earth - from the seam
Of the gorge to the drawn-out horizon!
poem by Boris Pasternak
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Swifts (2)
At twilight the swifts have no power,
to hold back that pale blue coolness.
It bursts from throats, a clamour
an outpour that can’t grow less.
The swifts have no way, high
up there, overhead, of restraining
their clarion cries: ‘O, triumph,
see, see, how the earth’s receding!’
Like steam from a boiling kettle,
the furious flow rushes by –
‘See, see – no space for the earth
between the ravine and the sky.’
poem by Boris Pasternak
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0037 To, for, Sheila W.
This evening, I thought of you
after, how long, forty years:
you, sitting across the oak table
in the old forge's kitchen, that John had made
from salvaged shop fittings,
his sleeves rolled up, workmanly care
mixed on his face with amused dissatisfaction;
you, looking across at me with a girlish joy
which, daughter, wife, mother, grandmother,
was always there – a girlish joy
that could hardly believe its luck
to find its understanding in another;
enthusiastic excitement rising like a blush;
then a little check of breath, as if
in company, courtesy required
it be controlled, or else
it would flood out and fill the room,
burst open the doors, out across the fields,
to seek out every other soul that welcomed it…
in such a moment shared, (it is as if)
one knows everything one needs to know
of earth; of heaven.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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A Sudden Downpour
Rain beats down on the window pane
As the flood gates of Heaven suddenly open
It is pouring out in torrential flow
Like a Reservoir, all at once, broken
It has come down as a welcome respite
To fan away the humid sweltering heat
It falls in drops and flows in rivulets
Washing the dust of summer drought
With a sudden burst from the weight laden clouds
It lashes down in steam and fury
Plummeting to form ripples in puddles
And filling pools and ponds in hurry
In slanting sheets, it almost pounds
Flooding roads and making puddle
Gushing through pipes and rushing down drains
Water floods, causing men to waddle
Rain has its abode in heavens so high
And hides behind clouds of mournful gloom
In silver strings, it spans the Earth
And cleanses the plants in resplendent gleam
Sudden is the wind, coming to shoo away the clouds
And the sky is once more cerulean blue
As the music stops and the humdrum stills
The water seeps, giving no evident clue.
After an angry couple's furious fight,
As the house goes back to an uncanny calm,
The rain has vanished, leaving little trace
Cooling the Earth and causing no harm
poem by Valsa George
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Raining, Raning...
It was raining, raning,
Non stop, blub blub, blub
It dropped on the shallow
Sheet of water flowing,
Making bubbles that burst
In merriment to the drops,
Childhood dawned
In the mind, when I made
Small paper boats
In the flowing water
Akin to the ship in seas,
The rain came down
In beautful shower as if
Sent down from the heavens,
Pure water droplets,
To cool the polluted earth,
Wash away all the wastes
Sins of our making,
Cars, scooters, splashing
The water sheets,
In a beautiful rythm,
To drench the passersby
Who went by under colourful
Umbrellas, like in a parade,
Raining, raining here,
Is oft the most beautiful sight.
poem by Ravikiran Arakkal
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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
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The City Revisited
The grey gulls drift across the bay
Softly and still as flakes of snow
Against the thinning fog. All day
I sat and watched them come and go;
And now at last the sun was set,
Filling the waves with colored fire
Till each seemed like a jewelled spire
Thrust up from some drowned city. Soon
From peak and cliff and minaret
The city's lights began to wink,
Each like a friendly word. The moon
Began to broaden out her shield,
Spurting with silver. Straight before
The brown hills lay like quiet beasts
Stretched out beside a well-loved door,
And filling earth and sky and field
With the calm heaving of their breasts.
Nothing was gone, nothing was changed,
The smallest wave was unestranged
By all the long ache of the years
Since last I saw them, blind with tears.
Their welcome like the hills stood fast:
And I, I had come home at last.
So I laughed out with them aloud
To think that now the sun was broad,
And climbing up the iron sky,
Where the raw streets stretched sullenly
About another room I knew,
In a mean house -- and soon there, too,
The smith would burst the flimsy door
And find me lying on the floor.
Just where I fell the other night,
After that breaking wave of pain. --
How they will storm and rage and fight,
Servants and mistress, one and all,
"No money for the funeral!"
I broke my life there. Let it stand
At that.
The waters are a plain,
Heaving and bright on either hand,
A tremulous and lustral peace
Which shall endure though all things cease,
Filling my heart as water fills
A cup. There stand the quiet hills.
So, waiting for my wings to grow,
I watch the gulls sail to and fro,
Rising and falling, soft and swift,
Drifting along as bubbles drift.
And, though I see the face of God
Hereafter -- this day have I trod
Nearer to Him than I shall tread
Ever again. The night is dead.
And there's the dawn, poured out like wine
Along the dim horizon-line.
And from the city comes the chimes --
We have our heaven on earth -- sometimes!
poem by Stephen Vincent Benet
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Mismanagement
Mismanagement, man, meant, mean, as, eat, it, means, nag, men;
Better to be poor and a wise child than an old and foolish king or queen!
But the rain falls on us all on this earth.
Mismanagement, sin, gas, ten, nets, aims, tins, same, sage, gnats;
Better to do what is right always than what is wrong!
For the muse of love is all about care;
But the rain falls on us all on this earth.
Mismanagement, me, is, gin, in, Inn, tag, game, stain, gems, sea;
With boys and girls playing together in an open field till the night!
But the rains fall on us all on this earth.
Mismanagement, age, tea, team, steam, seam, ate, gain, an, ants;
With wars around us like no man's business!
But it is better to do your very best always on this earth than to hate others;
Because the rain falls on us all on this earth! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sun.. Earth.. Sea..
The sun saw the sea dropping tears
while it was speaking its heart out
to the earth which always have been there
then when it ended, the sun asked
'' who the hell made you cry?
'' does it worth it and tell me why! ''
the sea said nothing, kept it waves calm
the heat of the sun got hotter
which made the sea more rough
fish and sea shells were cut in half
everything just came out
the sun got the bottom of the sea
while the earth was calling it
calling ad calling again
but nothing replied
it's like its voice didn't reach
but it did
it was right in the sea's ears
right in its heart, mind and tears
they were sad
when they saw thier friend being rough
being honest to the one the would make
its water evoporates
the sun went down
the sea is still crying
the sea is stil the same
sad, thinking, being its clumsy self
that's when the earth came
it returned the shelfs to the sea
made it forget everything
it always said '' it's only u & me,
I'm just right here
I got the words in your tears
but drank those salty tears
that got me and my worry
is my sea will always be sorry
for things it would never do or have done
but I know it misses the sun ''
the night seems long
both are waiting the sun
to shine again
the sun is sleepy now
looking for the right sound
the right word and attidue
sea ad earth have been togather for long
but 6 weeks ago
they got much closer
which made them warmer
and in a great mode to continue '' their '' life
poem by Sham AlSaadi
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I am going to say
I am going to say
About air
And air is
Not yours.
I am going to say
About water
And water is
Not yours.
I am going to say
About light
And light is
Not yours.
I am going to say
About sky
And sky is
Not yours.
I am going to say
About earth
And earth
Though not yours
You belong to earth.
And you are earth
And from earth
The air the light
The sky and the water
Call you to rise
And you rise
And you got life
And you live.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Potter
Your whole body has
a fullness or a gentleness destined for me.
When I move my hand up
I find in each place a dove
that was seeking me, as
if they had, love, made you of clay
for my own potter's hands.
Your knees, your breasts,
your waist
are missing parts of me like the hollow
of a thirsty earth
from which they broke off
a form,
and together
we are complete like a single river,
like a single grain of sand.
poem by Pablo Neruda
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The Earth Laments for Day
THERE’S music wafting on the air,
The evening winds are sighing
Among the trees—and yonder stream
Is mournfully replying,
Lamenting loud the sunny light
That in the west is dying.
The moon is rising o’er the hill,
Her slanting rays are creeping
Where Nature lies profoundly still
In happy quiet sleeping,
And resting on her face, they’ll find
The earth is wet with weeping.
She mourneth for the lovely day,
Now deep in darkness shaded;
She sheds the dewy tear because
Of morning’s mantle faded;
She misses from her breast the garb
In which the moon array’d it.
The evening queen will strive in vain
To break the spell which bound her;
A million stars can never throw
Departed warmth around her;
They all must pass away and leave
The earth as they had found her.
But why should gentle Nature weep
That night has overtaken
The wearied world that needed sleep,
Refreshed to re-awaken,
So richer light might burst around,
The gloomy shadows breaking?
Oh, can she not from yonder sky
That gleams above her, borrow
A single ray, or find a way
To check the tear of sorrow?
A beam of hope would last her till
The dawning of to-morrow.
poem by Henry Kendall
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Today... 'The Alpha and Omega
The Alpha and Omega is Your great name.
The Beginning and the End, forever the same.
There before the dawning of life upon the earth.
At the end You will also be, at creations new birth.
Written in this book of Revelation for all to see
is a message to the churches telling of what will be.
The Water of life is given that will surely satisfy
for all who thirst and come will never be passed by.
We hear these words from the First and the Last
as time concludes and history fades into the past.
'It is done, behold all things are now made new, '
as the new heaven and earth burst into view.
At the commencement of that great Eternal Day
when the ages of earth have ended and passed away.
Then the One who is the Beginning and the End
will be this poor persons Saviour and Eternal Friend.
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The Tide Of Salvation
the sacred water flows leaving bygones - the good, bad and ugly
the sacred river flows bidding swift parting to land
water inches this way, the earth the other way
this side is studded a spiritual bliss out to sea, paradise
the other to earth's carnal pleasures and allures
they dwindle in their appeal as water joins the
grander sphere of heaven's treasure chest where graces flow
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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I Am Not Made
I am not made for this
I’m not strong enough
I’ve often wondered late at night
What it’s like to stop
What it’s like to have the world stop
Stop right under my feet
And start turning the other way instead
Maybe if I don’t think
Some strength will return
Maybe I could push the world around
Spin it on the tip of my finger
Get it moving again
At my pace
Let it beat in time with my heart
I think I need some strength
Just until I’m alive enough
To start living again
To start turning again
I could find someone to be my world
Someone to be my strength
I think it’s time I found some
God, please rip me up
And start again
Just like you did with the world
Do it to the Earth again
Find some way to help me
Some way to get me some strength
God, please help me start again
I might just apologise
See if I did anything to be sorry for
I might stop talking
And close up in myself again
Just like the old days
Before I had the world
And lost it again
I am not made for this
I am hurting too much
To be thrown back out in the cold
Alone and insecure
Without my world at all
I am not made for this
I am not made
poem by Perfect Fool
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Crying Over You
I'm thinking in the early morning light.
I'm thinking of my lonely times at night.
And all my thoughts, what have they done?
Not a thing, not even one.
I'm trying to forget I'm missing you,
trying but impossible to do.
And all of my trying and crying over you
what has it done?
It's taken me through heartache and pain
that's driving me insane.
'Cause every little morning thing
that used to make my heart just sing
is silent inside of me.
And all those special nighttime things
that used to vibrate all my strings
are through. Can't you see?
I'll never stop my thinking,
never stop my trying
until I can stop my crying,
until I can stop my crying.
I'm trying babe, I'm really trying
but I'm still crying over you.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Believeth As We Seeth
There was this small child,
Attending a post-nursery class.
Today was a big day,
There was a painting competition.
As other children, our
Toddler was too excited.
The teacher came and announced,
The topic of the art was,
'The Sky and The Earth.'
The eyes lit up,
The brains cracked up,
The minds enlightened.
Just one hour to explain,
The mysteriousness of,
The Natural Cycle.
Time flew like the supersonic,
The hour ended with the cup of tea.
The evaluation time arrived,
As it would decode the mysteries,
Of the mystery, the color-codes.
Among the normal peaks, there was,
This one, like abnormal in a Scan.
What was seen was peculiar,
Enough time to check and find,
The earth was blue, and
The sky painted green.
The thumb sucking infant was,
Called in and out;
The explanation amplified.
The toddler admitted,
'I ran out of the class,
To see the earth and the sky.
Ended up seeing the Sun first,
Glowing shining and bright,
I found the earth blue,
And the sky green;
As I rushed inside the class,
I found the class empty and black.
So, the drawing,
Earth blue, Sky green, and
Everything else black.'
The thoughts complexion,
Set into mode of perplexion,
Where did the White go?
And, yes quite truly,
As do love and life,
In most serenous of times,
In a decoction of unmindful colors;
Believeth as we seeth,
They may be green, too.
Copyright © 2012 Sanjeev Kumar
poem by Sanjeev Kumar
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Open water!
Open water, open water!
All the weary winter's yearning
Bursts in restless passion burning.
Scarce is seen the blue of ocean,
And the hours seem months in motion.
Open water, open water!
Smiles the sun on ice defiant,
Eats it like a shameless giant:
Soon as mouth of sun forsakes it,
Swift the freezing night remakes it.
Open water, open water!
Storm shall be the overcomer
Sweeping on from others' summer
Billows free all foes to swallow,-
Crash and fall and sinking follow.
Open water, open water!
Mirrored mountains are appearing,
Boats with steam and sail are nearing,
Inward come the wide world's surges,
Outward joy of combat urges.
Open water, open water!
Fiery sun and cooling shower
Quicken earth to speak with power.
Soul responds, the wonder viewing:
Strength is here for life's renewing.
poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
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Mission to Earth, A Child is Born!
Mission to Earth, mission on Earth
A baby cries, cold air, no warmth
No womb comfort, a life, a journey begins.
Mission to Earth, mission on Earth
A universe spreads forth,
Horizon, spreads a hand and boundless.
Mission to Earth, mission on Earth
Giggles and applause, the friendly stars
Frowns and yellow eyes, the jealous frogs
Mission to Earth, Mission on Earth
The cross, he bears all, a thorn as crown
A mission, to save a life, though so thankless!
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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God Created Heaven
God Created Heaven
=================
Beginning Earth Without Form
Void Of Darkness Was The Face
Spirit Of God The Face On Water
Divides The Light From Spirit Form.
Darkness Night
Light Of Way
Light Of Day
Dry Land Earth
It Was So.
Gathering Water Seas
Yield Of Land
Abound With Fruit
God Was Good.
As The Stars Made
Signs Of Seasons
Light On Earth
Divide From Night
Divide Of Day
He Made The Stars
Abundance Love.
God Bless
Our Likeness Of God Image
His Own Dominion
All Who Host
A Work He'd Done.
poem by Ricardo Antunes
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What Do You Want With Me
You live in a mansion, with your own private harbor
And you own an island, where you go every summer
What do you want with me, Earth, wind, water, or fire
You're been educated in the best schools all around the world
Life is simple when people hang on your every word
What do you want with me, Earth, wind, water, or fire
Your father is a leader and unknown to the world
A puppet master of billions, and your his little girl
What do you want with me, Earth, wind, water, or fire
You mother has a club in Rome where the elite come to gather
Illuminated by fine conversation, while enjoying their evening supper
What do you want with me, Earth, wind, water, or fire
Your riches can't buy everything
Your riches can't buy everything
You are a collector of unique and very precious things
And store them for safe keeping, hoping to save them
What do you want with me, Earth, wind, water, or fire
What do you want with me, Earth, wind, water, or fire
Copyright Colin Coplin 2012
poem by Colin Coplin
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