A scar not healing!
Blank horizon, swashing waves,
A tear dropp mixes
With ash, heavy heart bleeds
Mound on earth, beneath lies
One whose struggles
One whose sacrifices
Fed me,
Gave me,
Light and bread
Hollow is my heart, mound on earth
A scar not healing, dad, buried on earth!
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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Mound
The old man knows very well
Going down by the snowbank, theres a mound
A mound that an old man knows good
Look who raises his shoe all over this mound
Right over the world thats another rewind
And its time, time, time for the last rewind
For a broken old man and a world unkind
He buried all his memories of home
In an icy clump that lies beneath the ground
No one knows how far he traveled
Oh! I heard he walked miles from the little mound
Can he find some shelter?
He doesnt know to behold what the cold frost can do
And at last till he realized hed circled back around
Round a back circle, round a back realized
Ice is all he was made of
The bitter blue, and frozen through
He went over to the mound
Reclining down his final thoughts
Were drifting to the time this life had shined
song performed by by Phish
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Archives
Fear of a mound,
tumbling down
on the half-buried, half dead
archives of desires, comes
like a stampede of hoops on my chest.
I lie alone in a desert of insanity.
From the sea of agony
one dropp of salted tear,
the title of a wasted life, brings
the blood stained truth.
I want to wash my eyes again.
To watch the autumn leaves falling
on impeccable stones
for forgiveness.
We were not the fruits.
A song of blind water
enters the earth
to kiss the roots,
foo giving liberation from
sun leaked night.
poem by Satish Verma
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MT. O' Lip'us
I awake at an angle…
A view I never knew…The earth on it's axis…
Showing the head of the sun…
And in that sunlight …
I see (mons pubis) …
The (mound) I so often…
Fine in the dark…
Just sitting there…
Looking all bald…?
And you unique at first sight…
Nothing out of the night…
I viewed it as something new…
As the sunlight got brighter…
The mound became much smoother…
Almost… life like…
Then she moved and covered the mound with her hand…
I removed her hand…replacing it with my head…
The sunlight covered us both…
As I smiled …snuggling down…
For the morning…I…could….
Hear a nightingale…gabbling…
Whisperkwane@gma il.com
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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When The Earth Bleeds
When the earth bleeds;
fights abound about like Aboriginals tales,
memories of words that abut prophecies unveil,
multitudes of no fixed abodes occupy psychiantric hospital beds...
living in pain waiting in vain,
life shattered and broken...
a shadow closing down the globe
when the earth bleeds!
we fall prey of destructive social evils
within the core of our hearts we feel 'death will be better'
rather than 'heaven will be better'
the acrid smell of worm worked corpses,
the sun bleeding out vestiges!
death dresses the surface,
blood fills the earth like particles of alluminium metals in aeronautical research labs.
beware of the blackness of the heart,
the baldness that acentuates a cracked heart,
the cloudness of a mind....
when the earth bleeds!
poem by Mpho Leteng
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River Ganga
River Ganga originates
from the himalayan glaciers
and flows down to earth
with a mystical, divine influence;
where immerses humans
their endless transgressions,
float around their mortal remains
to impure the heart of a holy river.
Is there a mountain on earth
or a source where one river flows
down to refurbish humans
and cleanse the stains of mind.
Is there a river on earth cursed
like Ganga to endure the burdens
of human submissions and surrender
on one credence and flow like
a silent tear dropp beneath
the moon lit sky..
3/12/2008
poem by Gayatri Nambiar
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Earth
Words and music by tim staffell
I might be at a table
And suddenly Ill catch
A fleeting vision of her crystal seas
Or I might be standing in a crowded dockyard faraway
Underneath the sun Ive never seen
cos I have seen many worlds
For what its worth
But Ill never see again the planet earth
My earth
I might be chasing waves of light
Out towards the rim
Where stars are sparse
And the cold of space seeps in
But I might be in a bar room
Drinking methylated gin
And thinking of the places I have been
Yes I have seen many worlds
For what its worth
But Ill never see again the planet earth
My earth
I have seen many worlds
For what its worth
But Ill never see again the planet earth
My earth
Cast adrift amongst the stars
I float from sun to sun
Dreaming of the world that gave me birth
All the places I have been
Remind me there is none
To match the green living hills of earth
cos I have seen many worlds
For what its worth
But Ill never see again the planet earth
My earth
song performed by by Queen
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Reflections-1
1 Waves
Surging waves shouting
'Sky fallen, sky fallen, save'
Holds the horizon
2 Conch
Ringing in her heart
A hiss of His melody
Forever in hush
3 Horizon
Merry waves rise cheer
Waken earth blushing crazy
Sunsprung horizon
4 Dark Waves
Storming ocean dark
Up-sky adown sunken dark
Bubbling boat hosting
poem by Indira Renganathan
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The earth is a termite mound, we all enter by the same opening.
Blood Flows
Soon my blood is in a stopping way,
It mixes with the air, and a scab forms.
My heart is all right, fine, perfect,
At last, let the heart beat naturally
Like the wheel is turning to make travel.
We soon relax, storm other hearts
And consider this question and many more.
The blood eventually stops, halts in ways,
As the heart of mine is concerning the doctor-
An expert of excellence, a brilliant mind.
The heart is all right, perfect like ice is water,
Much ends here, to talk the heart bleeds love.
The heart is not just love, it concerns our soul,
The spirit of love itself, a reality of greatness.
My blood desists to roam in my veins,
Right now, it does not flow and I may never inhabit the Earth.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Eyes of Chittim
Lovely eyes of Chittim in the Vale of Shiddim
Within each a need to reveal and a need to conceal
Because of the vulnerability we feel. As the wilderness, the desert, from the depths of the earth so is the heart in desolation, the
Vile poured forth but never in isolation.
From the cleft of the rock, from the secret places
Of the earth, the aura is shadowed from coming forth.
Troubled waters beneath your gaze images to unfold and
What mysteries to behold, where stones have rippled the haze.
The dews dropp upon the heart graced with jewels And chains of gold, was never made for any dart for the love that you gave,
Lovely eyes of Chittim in the Vale of Shiddim.
poem by Vanita Allgood
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Savage Earth Heart
Ooooh!
...let me see the savage
I want to see the savage coming
Crashing through your face
I want to be there
When the savage comes
I want to be there
When the savage comes
When your savage earth heart
Cuts through
I wanna be a witness
Or a victim to your spell
Crackling in lightening
Dressed in shadows
Red like a carousel
I want to be there
When the savage comes
I want to be there
When the savage comes
When your savage earth heart
...cuts through
Will you lay all of your
Deepest wildest secrets bare?
Will you let all of those
Rumbling old gods take rage?
I want to be there
When the savage comes
I want to be there
When the savage comes
When your savage earth heart
Cuts through!
Then I was taken smoothly
By the vulture of the soul
That hideous strength
That numbs the tongue
And he led me like a cinder
Through the fields of hell
To doubt my friends and to hate myself
But when my savage earth heart
...cuts through
When my savage earth heart
Cuts through
Then my savage earth heart
...cuts through
And the culture of the soul laid waste
song performed by by Waterboys
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Emptiness
Where there is nothing God comes in:
The Very God has room enough
In the poor heart that's stripped so clean
Of earth and all the joys thereof.
I looked for shadow and the night
When Death had taken her Love away,
But for the darkness there was light,
And for the night clear floods of day.
Great light that filled it to the brim
And overflowed and spilt around,
Flowing from Him, pulsing from Him,
And all the heart was holy ground.
The earth, the heavens, cannot contain
Our God, nor any starry place;
But He who takes delight with men
Bounds Him within a narrow space.
And where her poor heart bleeds and breaks
Because her dearest Love is dead,
The Lord of Life comes in and takes
Warm to His arms the piteous head.
poem by Katharine Tynan
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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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Bloody Cape
In waves the ships have all sailed to the sea
Well do you wanna wait or leave with me tonight
Cross your heart and pray the ocean will take us all the way in...
First we are, ever to fall off of the earth...
We must be the first ones in the world to fall of the earth
We could be... soon as our needs are fed
You'll give in to me and the whole heartache
Makes me feel alive/same typical offering/
And you always knew we make it all the way in...
First we are, ever to fall off of the earth...
We must be the first ones in the world to fall of the earth
It could be soon...as...
The carnival's empty I need you to take me home...
god help, god help ...
song performed by by Deftones
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Life returns on earth with a new dawn
As the Sun goes down at the horizon
Soaked in its color mourning sky remembers the glorious time;
Like a man lives in memories after his death.
With a heavy heart the earth immerses itself in deeper darkness.
I know the pain of losing a close one.
Time seems to stop at growing silence,
Whether it witnesses dew drops or tears.
But the Sun will rise.
The memories will fade away.
Subtle pain in corner of our heart may raise its head sometime;
We will move on.
New hopes, new promises will take us along
Into a new day.
I know by now,
Life returns on earth with a new dawn.
poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty
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Here On Earth …, There In Heaven…
Here on earth imperfection, there in heaven perfection
Here on earth discontent, there in heaven content
Here on earth disgrace, there in heaven grace
Here on earth disease, there in heaven ease
Here on earth hatred, there in heaven love
Here on earth war, there in heaven peace
Here on earth decay, there in heaven freshness
Here on earth selfish, there in heaven selfless
Here on earth oppression, there in heaven liberty
Here on earth agonize, there in heaven relax
It’s either on earth, or in heaven
The decision, all yours
poem by Obed Akuma
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The Cambridge Churchyard
Our ancient church! its lowly tower,
Beneath the loftier spire,
Is shadowed when the sunset hour
Clothes the tall shaft in fire;
It sinks beyond the distant eye
Long ere the glittering vane,
High wheeling in the western sky,
Has faded o’er the plain.
Like Sentinel and Nun, they keep
Their vigil on the green;
One seems to guard, and one to weep,
The dead that lie between;
And both roll out, so full and near,
Their music’s mingling waves,
They shake the grass, whose pennoned spear
Leans on the narrow graves.
The stranger parts the flaunting weeds,
Whose seeds the winds have strown
So thick, beneath the line he reads,
They shade the sculptured stone;
The child unveils his clustered brow,
And ponders for a while
The graven willow’s pendent bough,
Or rudest cherub’s smile.
But what to them the dirge, the knell?
These were the mourner’s share,—Â
The sullen clang, whose heavy swell
Throbbed through the beating air;
The rattling cord, the rolling stone,
The shelving sand that slid,
And, far beneath, with hollow tone
Rung on the coffin’s lid.
The slumberer’s mound grows fresh and green,
Then slowly disappears;
The mosses creep, the gray stones lean,
Earth hides his date and years;
But, long before the once-loved name
Is sunk or worn away,
No lip the silent dust may claim,
That pressed the breathing clay.
Go where the ancient pathway guides,
See where our sires laid down
Their smiling babes, their cherished brides,
The patriarchs of the town;
Hast thou a tear for buried love?
A sigh for transient power?
All that a century left above,
Go, read it in an hour!
The Indian’s shaft, the Briton’s ball,
The sabre’s thirsting edge,
The hot shell, shattering in its fall,
The bayonet’s rending wedge,—Â
Here scattered death; yet, seek the spot,
No trace thine eye can see,
No altar,—Âand they need it not
Who leave their children free!
Look where the turbid rain-drops stand
In many a chiselled square;
The knightly crest, the shield, the brand
Of honored names were there;—Â
Alas! for every tear is dried
Those blazoned tablets knew,
Save when the icy marble’s side
Drips with the evening dew.
Or gaze upon yon pillared stone,
The empty urn of pride;
There stand the Goblet and the Sun,—Â
What need of more beside?
Where lives the memory of the dead,
Who made their tomb a toy?
Whose ashes press that nameless bed?
Go, ask the village boy!
Lean o’er the slender western wall,
Ye ever-roaming girls;
The breath that bids the blossom fall
May lift your floating curls,
To sweep the simple lines that tell
An exile’s date and doom;
And sigh, for where his daughters dwell,
They wreathe the stranger’s tomb.
And one amid these shades was born,
Beneath this turf who lies,
Once beaming as the summer’s morn,
That closed her gentle eyes;
If sinless angels love as we,
Who stood thy grave beside,
Three seraph welcomes waited thee,
The daughter, sister, bride.
I wandered to thy buried mound
When earth was hid below
The level of the glaring ground,
Choked to its gates with snow,
And when with summer’s flowery waves
The lake of verdure rolled,
As if a Sultan’s white-robed slaves
Had scattered pearls and gold.
Nay, the soft pinions of the air,
That lift this trembling tone,
Its breath of love may almost bear
To kiss thy funeral stone;
And, now thy smiles have passed away,
For all the joy they gave,
May sweetest dews and warmest ray
Lie on thine early grave!
When damps beneath and storms above
Have bowed these fragile towers,
Still o’er the graves yon locust grove
Shall swing its Orient flowers;
And I would ask no mouldering bust,
If e’er this humble line,
Which breathed a sigh o’er other’s dust,
Might call a tear on mine.
poem by Oliver Wendell Holmes
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Thank Mother Earth Each Day
If you have a pain that won't go away
at least stand on Mother Earth during the day.
You also need the sunlight of Father Sun
he uplifts the spirit of everyone.
Mother Earth is more in sync then you know
visualize be rooting to her in a storm.
Your brain and her have same hertz frequency
which is very healing.
Your root chakra is a deep red
think of Mother Earth when you lay in bed.
See Mother Earth as your life line
your first chakra is associated with your spine.
So ground yourself everyday—
thank Mother Earth for
having things come your way.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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A Posthumous Pondering
Tell me no tales of life beyond the grave.
Nor yet of faith for faith's own precious sake.
But find me the temerity to save
the lessons learned from each mistake I make.
I ask this, not of God, but of myself.
Unless perhaps, this 'God' resides inside,
my own persona, with my inner elf
with whom, in conflict, all must be denied.
The struggles of the conscience never end
regardless of the deity's demise.
The sacrifices we make for a friend?
The source of where our inner goodness lies.
The earth lays cold around me where I lay.
I see no dark, I see no light. I merely fade away.
poem by Hola Mentirosa
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Last Night...
Last night, the sky came near to the earth,
and whispered saying-wipe your eyes,
lift your head up, you are the mother
of your sowed dreams, without you,
they will die rather.............
Soon, the moon with her faded yellow,
robes, appeared between the sky and earth,
give them tumbler full of moonlight,
They cheered and drank the light,
with their heart's content.....
From the dreams of the earth the twigs,
came out one by one to fill the earth
with the never-ending sweet dreams!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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