the shining moon
that used to perch
on my childhood dreams
now hovers over
a rooming house
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The merciless fire devoured
The house of my childhood games.
I needed to overcome sorrow,
And sailed on the golden-mast boat.
I played on my beautiful flute to
The high rising moon in the sky.
The moon, by my singing, got saddened,
And covered herself with a cloud.
Then I turned my eyes to the mountain,
But had no more songs on my mind.
It seemed : all the joys of my childhood
Were burned in the flames of my home.
I wished in despair for the refuge
That water could offer to me.
A sudden reflection of a woman
Slid by like the one of the moon.
And should she sincerely desire
And should the moon kindly approve
I’m willing to build a new house
In th’ woman’s mysterious heart.
poem by Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
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Perch Non Piangi Per Me
RISCHI!?!
E quando mai
Vizi!?!
E cosa vuoi
Ogni tanto vuoi qualcuno che
Che ti porti a letto b
Ah!?
SEI TRISTE!?!
E come mai
AMI!?!
Solo lui
Non ci posso proprio credere
Che
Tu mi stai addirittura piangere!!!
PERCH NON PIANGI PER ME!!!
PERCH NON PIANGI PER ME!!!
PERCH NON PIANGI PER ME!!! baby
SOFFRI!?!
E come mai
AMI!?!
Solo lui
Ogni tanto vuoi qualcuno
Che
Che mi stai addirittura piangere!!!
PERCH NON PIANGI PER ME!!!
PERCH NON PIANGI PER ME!!!
PERCH NON PIANGI PER ME!!! baby
PERCH NON PIANGI PER ME!!!
PERCH NON PIANGI PER ME!!!
PERCH NON PIANGI PER ME!!! baby
PERCH NON PIANGI!!!
PERCH NON PIANGI!!!
PERCH NON PIANGI PER ME!!!
PERCH NON PIANGI PER ME!!!
PERCH NON PIANGI PER ME!!! baby
PERCH NON PIANGI PER ME!!!
PERCH NON PIANGI PER ME!!!
PERCH NON PIANGI PER ME!!! baby
song performed by by Vasco Rossi
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Well Take The Night
Roy orbison/will jennings/j.d.souther
Baby its hard sometimes to wake and face this life everyday.
Sometimes its bad enough to stop and through the good all away.
Tonight lets put the world aside and let go toghether.
The night is one place we can hide in each others arms.
Dream on forever.
Come on baby,and well take the night.
While the stars are willing and the moon is right.
Dreams are shining in a magic light.
Come with me,oh well take the night.
You and me,oh well take the night.
Baby, well take the night.
Look up and let the night unfold.
Hold on to the feeling.
Reach out and let it touch your soul.
And give in to love,love is believing.
Come on baby,and well take the night.
While the stars are willing and the moon is right.
Dreams are shining in a magic light.
Come with me,oh well take the night.
You and me,oh well take the night.
If everystar should fall.
And tomorrow lose all meaning.
We would still have had it all.
Its locked away inside our hearts.
There for the dreaming.
Come on baby,and well tale the night.
While the stars are willing and the moon is bright.
Dreams are shining in the magic light.
Come with me,oh well take the night.
You and me, oh well take the night.
Come on baby, and well take the night.
While the stars are willing and the moon is bright.
Dream are shining in a magic light.
Come with me, oh well take the night.
You and me,yeah well take the night.
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Succubus sans the happy ending.
She hovers on my headboard.
Hair wild and shoe polish black.
At night she hovers there...
screaming her deranged and distorted thoughts
into my subconscious,
Her wrecked and ravaged squalls are silent;
yet they worm their way in to my dreams.
The twisted wreckage,
people I never murdered,
people in my past who still cause damage
she knows them all.
Her banshee wails
silently worming their ways into my dreams.
dream maggots...
that drip from her drooling misshapen mouth,
into my ears,
into my brain,
where they are brought to life as dreams.
She hovers dressed in tatters,
these contagious deranged maggots dripping from her mouth
into my brain..
where they are interpreted as pure,
raw,
experience.
As far as the mind knows
we actually do live out our dreams as reality.
I have had happier thoughts than that.
Where is that bottle of wine?
The good one....
poem by Brevet Wilson
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Moon Light
Moon light
Reflecting the wishes
Reflecting the dreams
Reflecting the hopes
Moon light
Shining on the flowers
Shining on the sweet singing birds
Shining on the people of earth
Moon light
Brightening the smiles
Brightening the laughter
Brightening the people
Moon light
All night its reflecting
All night its shining
All night its brightening
Moon light
All night
poem by Echo Moonlight
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Moon Dreams
My dream is moonlight
dancing on a quiet breeze
of secrets grinning.
~ ~ ~
The sky spills out its
moon is full and hovers while
new light is swimming.
~ ~ ~
Slivers of moonlight
etch the surface of my mind
like diamonds on glass.
~ ~ ~
The moon outside my
window whispers moonlit dreams
of a silent wind.
~ ~ ~
Silence slips through a
Milky Way smile on a cruise
that sails to the moon.
poem by Rick Stokes
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Melancholic....
I have my own dreams
i keep them in my house
and no one sees them
every night i look at all
these dreams of mine
my treasure, my gold
they do not glitter anymore
i have my own rusty dreams
and i keep them inside my house
there they all turn to powder
to dust, to nothing
one night i am tired of all these dreams
put them all inside a box
and throw them all to the sea
and then the sea has all my dreams
now i have my house without dreams
it is an empty house
proud with nothing but myself alone
i am the dream of this house
it's only dream
soon the house shall be gone
soon i shall be too gone
someone shall build another house
another dream......
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Every House
Every house has a sun and moon,
And a little porcelain cup,
And a little silver spoon;
Every house has laughter and pain,
And feels the kiss of a needed rain.
Every house has a pet or two,
A cat in the tree,
A dove that coo;
Every house has a little mouse,
Lives in a hole he never comes out.
Every house has a window or two,
And some grass and trees,
And a sky that's blue;
Every house has a child that dreams,
As he plucks at raw reality's seams.
poem by Patti Masterman
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Let the kite hawk have a perch, and let the eagle also have a perch. Whichever begrudges the other the right to perch, may he break a wing.
Moon’s lady
Moon’s lady
Moon’s lady is weaving yarn
like my mother’s mother.
I’ve seen her in my childhood & to
the moon’s lady every day in nights.
Moon’s lady is an imaginary photo
which I have seen so many times
when moon lits in full swing.
Moon’s lady recalls
Memories of my childhood
Passed in the lap of my mother’s mother.
poem by Vijay Gupta
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Blue Moon Of Kentucky
(words & music by bill monroe)
Blue moon, blue moon, blue moon,
Keep shining bright.
Blue moon, keep on shining bright,
Youre gonna bring me back my baby tonight,
Blue moon, keep shining bright.
I said blue moon of kentucky
Keep on shining,
Shine on the one thats gone and left me blue.
I said blue moon of kentucky
Keep on shining,
Shine on the one thats gone and left me blue.
Well, it was on one moonlight night,
Stars shining bright,
Wish blown high
Love said good-bye.
Blue moon of kentucky
Keep on shining.
Shine on the one thats gone and left me blue.
Well, I said blue moon of kentucky
Just keep on shining.
Shine on the one thats gone and left me blue.
I said blue moon of kentucky
Keep on shining.
Shine on the one thats gone and left me blue.
Well, it was on one moonlight night,
Stars shining bright,
Wish blown high
Love said good-bye.
Blue moon of kentucky
Keep on shining.
Shine on the one thats gone and left me blue.
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Villanelle on Depression
Depression is a fact of life for me.
As much a part of life as food and air,
It hovers like a dreaded entity.
It scatters joys like useless stale debris,
And sews the ashes of my dreams in gloom.
Depression is a fact of life for me.
It poises like a shadowing banshee
With somber wings just waiting to enshroud.
It hovers like a dreaded entity,
And I can almost always guarantee
Secreted in my spectral holidays
Depression is a fact of life for me.
My life becomes a frequent abductee
Purloined by mirthless bird of prey
It hovers like a dreaded entity..
A vulture pouncing when my back is turned,
But hidden, and not easily discerned.
Depression is a fact of life for me
It hovers like a dreaded entity.
poem by B.V. Dahlen
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Shadow Lady
My shadow lady with melodious dreams of childhood ask to my youth age, how are you?
'I'm not well so you can't well
you should not well
when I will well than you should well'
At childhood I was very restive kiddy
my dream was batter fly of different colours flew
with dance around you was bud of flower
You was my first lovely heat
ice was dropping to transform waterfall
My shadow lady with sweet childhood dreams please hear
I'm not well but well
because I'm alone yet and forever will reach...
poem by Mashiur Rahman
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Culver Moon
I live in a small town . . . deep in la
About five miles north of where the lakers play
Everybody heres from someplace else
Working all together just like santas elves
Baby, culver me
And Ill culver you
When the streets are shining with the smoggy dew
When the lights are glowing with the mists of june
And the whole world is lit up by the culver moon
Baby dont worry bout angelyne
She aint the prettiest thing Ive ever seen
Nothing she wears ever fits her right
And her complexion is just a little too tight
And the way she looks down from so high above
Makes me think the poor childs never been in love
Baby, culver me
And Ill culver you
When the streets are shining with the smoggy dew
When the lights are glowing with the mists of june
And the whole world is lit up by the culver moon
Baby Im going to love you til the stars come down
til they park their limos and they walk to town
til the l.a. river overflows its banks
til the whole alternative nation bows its knobby head in thanks
til the fish are jumping in ballona creek
til the earth is inherited by the meek
Baby, culver me
And Ill culver you
When the streets are shining with the smoggy dew
When the lights are glowing with the mists of june
And the whole world is illuminated by the culver moon
Under the rainbow and behind versailles
From the aisles of fedco to the 405
From mgm to veterans park
Way down at chippendales fumblin in the dark
Where the ghostly specter of howard hughes
Hovers in the smoke of a thousand bar-b-ques
Baby, culver me
And Ill culver you
When the streets are shining with the smoggy dew
When the lights are glowing with the mists of june
And the whole world is lit up by the culver moon
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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Why Do Children Want To Grow
Why do Children
of now adays
Want to grow so fast
to look grown up
to think grown up
But still be a child at heart
I would live my childhood
OVER again just to be a child
to have pure heart
Pure minds, pure dreams
Instead of a childhood of distain
To play without a care
And see the magic of Mother Nature
And use imagination
To dance on rainbows
And white fluffy clouds
To play hide and seek
In the candy land of our dreams
To ride on unicorns
And sprinkle fair dust
To take a flight in
A midsummer dream
Why would children of today
Pass all this by
Just to be grown up
In a world like ours
Why lose the innocence
Of childhood sweet dreams
Just to rush into
The uncertainty of life
Why bypass your childhood
Just to be an adult of today
only to yearn the loss
of you childhood of yesterday
poem by Kaila George
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Ghosts of Dreams
We are all of us dreamers of dreams,
On visions our childhood is fed;
And the heart of a child is unhaunted, it seems,
By ghosts of dreams that are dead.
From childhood to youth's but a span,
And the years of our life are soon sped;
But the youth is no longer a youth, but a man,
When the first of his dreams is dead.
'Tis a cup of wormwood and gall,
When the doom of a great man is said;
And the best of a man is under a pall
When the best of his dreams is dead.
He may live on by compact and plan
When the fine bloom of living is shed,
But God pity the little that's left of a man
When most of his dreams are dead.
Let him show a brave face if he can;
Let him woo fame and fortune instead;
Yet there's not much to do, but to bury a man
When the last of his dreams is dead.
poem by William Herbert Carruth
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Mi Piaci Perch
Mi piaci perch sei sporca,
perch sei sporca
mi piaci perch sei falsa, perch sei falsa
mi piaci perch sei porca, perch sei porca
mi piaci perch sei bugiarda,
perch sei bugiarda!!!
Mi piaci di pi, mi piaci di pi
mi piaci di pi, mi piaci di pi
mi piaci di pi, mi piaci di pi!
Mi piaci perch sei bella, perch sei bella
mi piaci perch sei bionda,
perch sei bionda
mi piaci perch sei donna, perch sei donna
mi piaci perch c'hai la gonna,
perch c'hai la gonna!!!
Mi piaci di pi, mi piaci di pi
mi piaci di pi, mi piaci di pi
mi piaci di pi, mi piaci di pi!
Mi piaci perch sei sporca,
perch sei sporca
mi piaci perch sei porca, perch sei porca
mi piaci perch sei falsa, perch sei falsa
mi piaci perch sei bastarda,
perch sei bastarda!!!
Mi piaci di pi, mi piaci di pi
mi piaci di pi, mi piaci di pi
mi piaci di pi, mi piaci di pi!
song performed by by Vasco Rossi
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Thats Where My Heart Is
I just cannot believe
That you want me
Beg at your door
I just cannot believe
That you want me
Forever more
Time and time I tried to make you mine
I didnt think it would be such a short time
Before you came my way
Up where the moon is shining so bright
Thats where my heart is tonight
Up where the moon is so bright
Thats where my heart is tonight
I thought my day would come
When I would be
The only one
I thought my day would come
Under the moon
And under the sun
Now I shout through all the streets today
Lucky me your love has come my way
Now tell me I was a fool
Up where the moon is shining so brightly
Thats where my heart is tonight
Up where the moon is so bright
Thats where my heart is tonight
I believe that dreams come through
I believe, because of you
He who made the stars in sky
Made the world for you and i
I just cannot believe
That you want me
Beg at your door
I just cannot believe
That you want me
Forever more
Time and time I tried to make you mine
I didnt think it would be such a short time
Before you came my way
Up where the moon is shining so bright
Thats where my heart is tonight
Up where the moon is so bright
Thats where my heart is tonight
song performed by by David Bowie
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On A Perch
Maintaining to remain on a perch,
Idealized with lofty eyes...
That sustains with decades of comforts,
And entitlements fixed unchanged...
Leaves,
More minds commuting...
From,
Bright sunshine with rainbows...
To massages by a pool.
With servants there to rule.
But too many have been slipping from this perch.
To see reality.
And even from this perch it hurts.
More minds commuting...
From,
Bright sunshine with rainbows...
To massages by a pool.
With servants there to rule.
But...
Too many have been slipping from this perch.
To see reality.
And even from this perch it hurts.
Reality...
Can hurt one on a perch.
Reality...
Is best seen when one sits on Earth.
Reality...
Can hurt one on a perch.
Reality...
Is best seen when delusions are done.
And truth is not demeaned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Childhood Memories Sung to the Tune of Shawnee West Franklin Bison Blues
Some people have a childhood garden
Filled with green and growing things
Some people have a childhood garden
Filled with purple peonies
Mine is sere
Throughout the year
Nothing grows here
Some people have a childhood rainbow
A sea of colors all aglow
Some people have a childhood rainbow
Red to violet in a row
Mine is gray
Bow of clay
Without a ray
Some people have a childhood temple
Covered with a million treasured dreams
Some people have a childhood temple
A sunny Wat of Gods and kings
Mine is plain
Squats in the rain
Functional 'n sane
Where childhood memories abound
Life flows vividly around
Where childhood memories have fled
Hearts lie dead