One Another’s Light
I do not know what brought me here
Away from where I’ve hardly ever been and now
Am never likely to go again.
Faces are lost, and places passed
At which I could have stopped,
And stopping, been glad enough.
Some faces left a mark,
And I on them might have wrought
Some kind of charm or spell
To make their futures work,
But it’s hard to guess
How one person on another
Works an influence.
We pass, and lit briefly by one another’s light
Hope the way we go is right.
poem by Brian Patten
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Faces
Key:-a - anita r - ray
A: look around you
What do those faces tell you?
R: faces, joy and pain
A: faces
All around different faces I see
Some are happy, some in misery
They express joy and pain
No two faces are the same.
R: people, people all over town
Some of them are poor and others wear a crown
Ive seen alot of many faces
Joy and pain in different places
Open your mind, set yourself free
Figure it out, what could it be?
Sympathise, understand
Give love and peace to the other fellow man
A: faces
R: faces, joy and pain
A: look around you
Do you see those faces
What do those faces tell you
A: everywhere I go, different faces I see
A: faces
All around different faces I see
Some are happy, some in misery
They express joy and pain
No two faces are the same.
R: playing with your life, playing with your soul
You all scream out Im the one in control
Killing of the colours, silly stupid games
You know who you are without no names
Dont mess the world cause that the sequal
Open your mind cause we talking about the people
In the world, all kind of places
Different races, different faces
A: different faces
Everywhere
song performed by by 2 Unlimited
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And On
Your mother was crying
Your father passed her a handkerchief
Their tear-stained faces
Looked to mine for a sign of grief
A thousand raincoats
Always stand around too long
But I stayed to talk with you
After they had gone.
The flowers I brought you
Were beginning to fade under the heavy rain
Your name on the card had run
So I tried in vain to write it again
They didnt understand you - no!
They didnt even try
Im so glad that you left us now
Before you had the chance to die.
I sat there for a long time,
Expecting to turn and see you there
I ran my fingers through the long grass
Willing it to turn into your hair - and oh
Im gonna miss you, dear
But I dont have to cry
Im so glad that you left us now,
Before you had the chance to die
And oh, Im going to miss you dear,
But Im not going to cry
Im so glad that your life stopped now,
Before it had the chance to die.
song performed by by Yaz
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And On
Your mother was crying
Your father passed her a handkerchief
Their tear-stained faces
Looked to mine for a sign of grief
A thousand raincoats
Always stand around too long
But I stayed to talk with you
After they had gone.
The flowers I brought you
Were beginning to fade under the heavy rain
Your name on the card had run
So I tried in vain to write it again
They didnt understand you - no!
They didnt even try
Im so glad that you left us now
Before you had the chance to die.
I sat there for a long time,
Expecting to turn and see you there
I ran my fingers through the long grass
Willing it to turn into your hair - and oh
Im gonna miss you, dear
But I dont have to cry
Im so glad that you left us now,
Before you had the chance to die
And oh, Im going to miss you dear,
But Im not going to cry
Im so glad that your life stopped now,
Before it had the chance to die.
song performed by by Yaz
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See All Her Faces
(jim stratton / alexander ryan)
Here she comes
Here she comes
Ribbons flying from her half-forgotten hair
Look at her run
See what the world and love have done
See all her faces
See all her faces
Look in my eyes
That she is me
I cant disguise
See all her faces
Ah, ha, see all her faces
Im looking for someone
Of the gentle kind
Knowing that looks can lie
Looking for someone
Is he there to find?
Or should I run on by, ah, ha
Here she comes
Here she comes
Shadows sadly chasing
Every step she takes
Look at her now
She needs love so much more somehow
See all her faces
See all her faces
Look at my life
The wasted years
Each a knife
See all her faces, ah-ha
See all her faces
Waiting for someone
Who will set me free
Passing the time too fast
Waiting for someone
Is that where hell be?
Or should I run right past? , hmm
There she goes
There she goes
Somehow making me and all her faces sad, oh, oh
Ba, da, ba, da, ba, da, ba, da......
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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The Unmarked Grave
There are mourners beside an unmarked grave
witness how quietly they all there do behave.
All shedding silent tears for one they’ve lost
perhaps some loved one in this way to accost.
It seems uncertain if anyone about really knows
who is buried there beneath the grass that grows
at this distant lonely place away from all the rest
perhaps it was the deceased person’s last bequest.
There isn’t any indication to say when, where or how the person died
just these mourners that have come here it seems from far and wide
to pay their solemn respects to one for which only they all know
perhaps it’s the least thing to the departed one they now do owe.
The buried person must have left a strong impression in everyone’s mind
and when alive would have been an influence of some remarkable kind.
There’s no real telling just what the circumstances might then have been
but judging from the expression on all their faces one of deep loss is seen.
The flowers brought by all the mourners there
and placed on the ground at their feet where
they formed a cross inside a circle of distinction
to commemorate the passing with a benediction.
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poem by George Krokos
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Faces I Remember
There are faces,
I remember.
Like pearls in the sand,
Diamonds among shells.
Faces I remember,
The Great One,
And Bogart,
Elvis and John.
'Everyone dies...'
But you don't miss everyone,
You just miss faces.
Like an old pet,
A first kiss,
A lost love.
I guess we owe them thanks,
I guess we do.
Thanks for the memories,
How sweet they are.
poem by Sandra Osborne
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Man Of 1,000 Faces
I walk the streets by day, I never know quite what to say
It doesnt matter anyway
Man of a 1000 faces, man of a 1000 faces, man of a 1000 faces, whos the man
For years Ive lived inside my dreams
Somehow Ive made them real, it seems
I made my own rules, because I am a
Man of a 1000 faces, man of a 1000 faces, man of a 1000 faces, whos the man
I can put on any face, you all know me, but its no disgrace
The king of night, he understands
Man of a 1000 faces, man of a 1000 faces, man of a 1000 faces, whos the man
Whos the man of a 1000 faces, whos the man of a 1000 faces
Whos the man of a 1000 faces, whos the man
Im the man, Im the man, Im the man, Im the man
Im the man of a 1000 faces, Im the man of a 1000 faces
Im the man of a 1000 faces, Im the man
Im the man, Im the man, Im the man, Im the man (to fade)
song performed by by Kiss
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Lost In A Storm
Lost,
Lost in a storm,
In a storm of
Hatred
Love
Disappointment and
a mix of emotions
Emotions,
Emtions of which the beautiful but.......
forbidden Pandora brought upon me and all mankind
Lost,
Lost in a whirlwind
a whilrwind of physical being
i see things like,
smiles
grins
frowns
and stink faces
everytime i see that faux form of a body
when staring back at myself in the mirror
i guess,
i guess i'm just....................................... Lost
poem by Alatyana Sanchez
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Sonnet I
Dost see how unregarded now
That piece of beauty passes?
There was a time when I did vow
To that alone;
But mark the fate of faces;
The red and white works now no more on me
Than if it could not charm, or I not see.
And yet the face continues good,
And I have still desires,
Am still the selfsame flesh and blood,
As apt to melt
And suffer from those fires;
Oh some kind pow'r unriddle where it lies,
Whether my heart be faulty, or her eyes?
She ev'ry day her man does kill,
And I as often die;
Neither her power then, nor my will
Can question'd be.
What is the mystery?
Sure beauty's empires, like to greater states,
Have certain periods set, and hidden fates.
poem by John Suckling
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Third Of July
It was the third of july on a cool cloudy sky
I set in for a storm in the makin
I relaxed as I sat up in our three room flat
While my wife was in the kitchen bakin
Thoughts passed through my mind of no special kind
Like faces that look like the others
Tomorrow they say is independence day
And I guess Ill go eat at my brothers
I believe that a thought has just gotten caught
In a place where words cant surround it
It concerns the years past and the shadows they cast
And my path as I walk around it.
It was the third of july on a cool cloudy sky
I set in for a storm in the makin
I relaxed as I sat up in our three room flat
While my wife was in the kitchen bakin
Thoughts passed through my mind of no special kind
Like faces that look like the others
Tomorrow they say is independence day
And I guess Ill go eat at my brothers
song performed by by John Prine
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Astral Plane
I lie down
On the bed
Relax into my own head
I start to feel
The power
Of the astral light
Rising through my body
Faster than
The speed of light
I feel a calm
As my body shoots
Into an astral time
As I ride along
On the colours
Of the astral plane
I see far away places
Sandy beaches
Seas so blue
I see places
With no faces
Faces with no places
People from my past life
People from the next
Then I return to my bed
With peace in my head
Knowing it's not
My journeys end
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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The use of a face
She strived hard to have a face.
With that she brought in many faces.
With her face standing in her way,
She pained to send out those faces
30.05.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Beauty Has Many Faces
To tell her she is beautiful is not that hard to say
And 'twill only make her feel good about herself and help to make her day
She may even blush a little and say that's not really true
But thank you for the compliment it is so sweet of you.
She may not be good looking and she may be getting old
But she is a marvellous person and she has a heart of gold
Beauty has many faces an old man once told me
And often the greatest beauty is the beauty one can't see.
A woman may look beautiful but visual beauty sometimes lie
And often the greatest beauty escapes the naked eye
When someone says she's a beautiful person he may not even mean
That she's attractive looking a nubile beauty queen.
Beauty has many faces her hair may be turning gray
But she is a beautiful person though her beauty hid away
She helps out other people and good causes she embrace
And there is more to beauty than a young and pretty face.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Ominous Places
Ominous places,
With faces hard to leave...
Can,
Introduce a certain weakness...
Temptating to be pleased.
And...
Those ominous places,
Will provide one a company.
That...
Later one will regret,
As a fix that's wished and needed.
Ominous places,
With faces hard to leave...
Can,
Introduce a certain weakness...
Temptating to be pleased.
And...
Those ominous places,
Will provide one a company.
That...
Later one will regret,
As a fix that's wished and needed.
But...
Once condoned,
Can never be left alone.
Those ominous places,
Will provide one a company.
That...
Later one will regret,
As a fix that's wished and needed.
But...
Once condoned,
Can never be left alone.
But...
Once condoned,
Can never be left alone.
But...
Once condoned,
Can never be left alone.
To be...
Left alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Faces & Names
Faces and names, I wish they were the same
Faces and names only cause trouble for me
Faces and names
If we all looked the same and we all had the same name
I wouldnt be jealous of you or you jealous of me
Faces and names
I always fall in love with someone who looks
The way I wish that I could be
Im always staring at someone who hurts
And the one they hurt is me
Faces and names, to me theyre all the same
If I looked like you and you looked like me
Thered be less trouble you see
Faces and names, I wish theyd go away
Id disappear into that wall and never talk
Talk, not talk
I wish I was a robot or a machine
Without a feeling or a thought
People who want to meet the name I have
Are always disappointed when they meet me
Faces and names, I wish they were the same
Faces and names only cause problems for me
Faces and names
Id rather be a hole in the wall
Looking out on the other side
Id rather look and listen, listen and not talk
To faces and names
If I had a breakdown when I was a kid
I lost my hair when I was young
If you dress older when youre not
As your really age you look the same
If we all looked the same, we wouldnt play these games
Me dressing for you and you dressing for me
Undressing for me
Faces and names, if they all were the same
You wouldnt be jealous of me or me jealous of you
Me jealous of you, me jealous of you
Your face and your name
Your face and your name
Faces and names
Faces and names
song performed by by Lou Reed
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What Those Who Leave First Really Leave Us
let us start with an empty bed
they leave us
warmth there
one that has
heat in our palms
so hard to forgo
to forget
and they leave us
black and white
pictures of their
faces, not ghostly
but lovely faces
of those we still
love
they never want
to leave us
in the first place
they really want
to stay, but they
were taken just
the same
and that makes
us sadder really
then the cabinet
where their clothes
are: silent and you
smell them and closer
closer you touch them
and feel them in
your heart: pain seeps
a little closer
and then you walk
through the door that
you just closed and the
windows that still refused
to admit the fresh air
in the morning: you are
still mourning in black
and not talking much
and on and on
to the backyard the flowers
wilting and to the comfort room
where their sweats still
linger: figments of mildew
sketches of their faces
still there
some finger
prints on the mirror when
they were still brushing
their teeth
after all these
we ask again
what are these people really leaving us?
come to think of it
they are still here and they haven't really
left us yet
the love is still in our hearts
come to think about all these again
is there really leaving?
i guess, there is none because for a person
who really loves
no one leaves
everyone stays together like eternity
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Facebook
faces, faces, faces
just faces
Facebook
3500 friends half of whom
he has no inkling about
Facebook
he stares at the faces
he hardly knows
Facebook
faces and faces
he hardly knows
Facebook
an adult returns to kid's world
poke me, poke me
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Old Familiar Faces
I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions,
In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days--
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
I have been laughing, I have been carousing,
Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies--
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
I loved a Love once, fairest among women:
Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her--
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man:
Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly;
Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces.
Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my childhood,
Earth seem'd a desert I was bound to traverse,
Seeking to find the old familiar faces.
Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother,
Why wert not thou born in my father's dwelling?
So might we talk of the old familiar faces--
How some they have died, and some they have left me,
And some are taken from me; all are departed--
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
poem by Charles Lamb
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Vastly The Veldt, The Bush Stretches Out About Me (Idyll) (In Answer To Sir Philip Sidney)
I
Vastly the veldt, the bush stretches out about me
where nature is left to its own existence,
where all kinds of game roam free
and here is nothing to bother with an insistence
and the weary traveller on this earth
can find a new kind of longing, a new kind of hope,
like a kind of refreshing new birth
while thoughts go past the normal human scope
where a person wonders about the creator of things
while serenity is displayed where ever you look,
bees and birds continually sing about happy tidings
and nowhere one can get this experience in a book
that comes as some kind of divine blessing,
you have got to realise that there is more to life and living.
II
You have got to realise that there is more to life and living
that every word and deed leaves a mark, a own impact,
comes as benevolence or a kind of attack,
that there’s more to life that taking and giving
that nature’s innocence and violence draws and sting
and our actions on to it we can never take back,
even our wanderings on a natural track
leaves its mark on mere existing
that somehow nature needs to be left unspoilt
while we live in a kind of ruling arrogance,
this deadly paradise has its own kind of dazzling
while we effect change, like gods live rich and spoilt
while we hide beyond a cloak of ignorance,
seldom do we realise the beauty of the coming spring.
III
Seldom do we realise the beauty of the coming spring
and yet on a farm I have met a rural girl
who brings another feeling to existing, something touching,
while in the veldt sometimes dust clouds whirl
the strange solitariness feels as if it’s alive
and she has taken me to her hidden places,
the places dear to a sweetheart or wife
where violets grow wild, wildflowers have different faces
and the sun shines friendly in a blue hued sky,
where you can feel the great tranquillity,
see birds in their coloured swarms fly
and realise that here is some strange kind of unity
a kind of unspoilt idyllic life
that exists happily without any kind of strive.
poem by Gert Strydom
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What Is in a Name?
This I have to justify, Hope as a girls name
Born in the morning dew, Faith I refuse to choose
This day is lovers day, yet Valentine is not my daughters name
Hope I still insist, to quench our lusting drive
I guess you will get me right, as I insist on Hope as a name
Convincing I may not sound today, but Hope it had to be
Thinking hard and hard to think, not to give you Val as a name
May be Valerie as a Pet name, but Hope remains your only name
Valentine was everyones choice, while Dad insisted on Hope
Understanding this may be hard for now, not bad for futures sake
Swallow this with ease my girl, as Hope is all I see
Swallow this I beg my girl, as Hope is what you portend
poem by Simon Odhiambo
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