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A Foretaste

AT length the then of my long hope was now;
Yet had my spirit an extreme unrest:
I knew the good from better was grown best
At length, but could not just as yet tell how.
So I lay straight along, and thrust my brow
Under the heights of grass. Hours struck. The West,
I knew, must be at change; but gazed not, lest
The heat against my naked face (no bough
For shade) should tease me mad, like poisoned spice.
I lay along, letting my whole self think,
Pressing my brow down that the thoughts might fix:
Just as a dicer who holds loaded dice,
Sure of his cast, keeps trifling with his drink
Ere he will throw, and still must taste and mix.

poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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In Dressing Room

In dressing room
Naked eventually to see the hands and feet
See the length of hands and feet
Like to see one’s length or shortness
Naked finally to see the body
See the body’s fat and lean
Such to see one’s tolerance and mean

In dressing room
Holding the picked and chosen clothes
Finally lone to face the mirror
Put on and take off, Take off and put on
Try on and change, change and try on

After all
How many times I should change to face a shameless I?
After all
How many time I should change to face the world

poem by DePen Chang
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Sonnet XCIV: Michelangelo 's Kiss

Great Michelangelo, with age grown bleak
And uttermost labours, having once o'ersaid
All grievous memories on his long life shed,
This worst regret to one true heart could speak:—
That when, with sorrowing love and reverence meek,
He stooped o'er sweet Colonna's dying bed,
His Muse and dominant Lady, spirit-wed,—
Her hand he kissed, but not her brow or cheek.
O Buonarruoti,—good at Art's fire-wheels
To urge her chariot!—even thus the Soul,
Touching at length some sorely-chastened goal,
Earns oftenest but a little: her appeals
Were deep and mute,—lowly her claim. Let be:
What holds for her Death's garner? And for thee?

poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Like a Barfly Loaded With Clipped Wings

Recycled hips?
I sat and thought.
Sipping on a drink...
I had ordered on the rocks,
But now watered down
As I looked around for relevance.

Had those hips she swished,
Bore children?
And where were they,
As she paraded and swayed...
To her own rhythm,
In my delayed drunkenness.

If she knew I had thoughts like this,
About her.
Would she sit and listen to my sentiments?
Or will she leave like she did several nights before?
When all I wanted to do...
Was to make sure she was safely at her door.
That's all I wanted...
Nothing more.
And I watched her swirl around,
Until she hit the floor.
Like a barfly loaded with clipped wings.

'You are like a barfly...
Loaded with clipped wings.'
I offered as I staggered past her.

'Go home...
Alone! '
She remarked.
As if to announce she was available!

And when the knocking later came.
I opened the door to find her there crying!
Surprised her eyes were clear and bright.
Saying she had no where to go.
Could she with me spend the night?
But wanted me to know...
I didn't have to be alone.
And she had grown tired,
Of pretending to be what she was not!
Saying she knew I was the one she wanted.
And I knew then...
We would like each other alot!
Since both of us spent too long in masquerade.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crossbow

With a crossbow an arrow struck and pierced
The neck so worn by the gentry, for the compensation.
It sent his heart recruitment, delight and then
Resignation, according to knighthood and the kings.

This picture was a game of dice, no prowess
Or courtesy, according to the laws of probability.
One of the gentry so inflicted marched forward
Like a remote order, the file and rank being narrow.

The crossbow struck him, disfiguring his brow,
Making it frowned upon, for the brow was His.
This head gorged appeared on the floor of the jungle,
Like a holy relic, accustomed to mighty stares.

poem by Naveed Akram
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The Book

Eternal God! Maker of all
That have lived here since the man's fall:
The Rock of Ages! in whose shade
They live unseen, when here they fade;

Thou knew'st this paper when it was
Mere seed, and after that but grass;
Before 'twas dressed or spun, and when
Made linen, who did wear it then:
What were their lives, their thoughts, and deeds,
Whether good corn or fruitless weeds.

Thou knew'st this tree when a green shade
Covered it, since a cover made,
And where it flourished, grew, and spread,
As if it never should be dead.

Thou knew'st this harmless beast when he
Did live and feed by Thy decree
On each green thing; then slept - well fed -
Clothed with this skin which now lies spread
A covering o'er this aged book;
Which makes me wisely weep, and look
On my own dust; mere dust it is,
But not so dry and clean as this.
Thou knew'st and saw'st them all, and though
Now scattered thus, dost know them so.

O knowing, glorious Spirit! when
Thou shalt restore trees, beasts, and men,
When Thou shalt make all new again,
Destroying only death and pain,
Give him amongst Thy works a place
Who in them loved and sought Thy face!

poem by Henry Vaughan
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Thoughts Of You

Sitting on the brow of the hill
looking at the city below
with its lights shining,
jewels upon a crown.
I sit and think
of the pinnacles I have reached
and my thoughts always pull me back
into thoughts of you.
You were the crowning glory
no jewels or money could buy.
The pinnacle I reached
that was so close to heaven
that it only seemed an arms length away.
Life was so good to me
until that fateful day
you said you were going out,
but never came back again.
Now I am only left with
thoughts that linger on,
questions lay unanswered
of where you have gone.
There is no warmth here anymore,
only in thoughts of you.
You inherit everything I see
and I ask the same questions
repeatedly every night
where are you
and when are you coming home.
Am I only to live my life
forever in thoughts of you?

27 November 2009

poem by David Harris
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Song of the Dardanelles

The Wireless tells and the cable tells
How our boys behaved by the Dardanelles.
Some thought in their hearts “Will our boys make good?”
We knew them of old and we knew they would!
Knew they would—
Knew they would;
We were mates of old and we knew they would.
They laughed and they larked and they loved likewise,
For blood is warm under Southern skies;
They knew not Pharoah (’tis understood),
And they got into scrapes, as we knew they would.
Knew they would—
Knew they would;
And they got into scrapes, as we knew they would.

They chafed in the dust of an old dead land
At the long months’ drill in the scorching sand;
But they knew in their hearts it was for their good,
And they saw it through as we knew they would.
Knew they would—
Knew they would;
And they saw it through as we knew they would.

The Coo-ee called through the Mena Camp,
And an army roared like the Ocean’s tramp
On a gale-swept beach in her wildest mood,
Till the Pyramids shook as we knew they would.
Knew they would—
Knew they would.
(And the Sphinx woke up as we knew she would.)

They were shipped like sheep when the dawn was grey;
(But their officers knew that no lambs were they).
They squatted and perched where’er they could,
And they “blanky-ed” for joy as we knew they would.
Knew they would—
Knew they would;
They “blanky-ed” for joy as we knew they would.

The sea was hell and the shore was hell,
With mine, entanglement, shrapnel and shell,
But they stormed the heights as Australians should,
And they fought and they died as we knew they would.
Knew they would—
Knew they would;
They fought and they died as we knew they would.

From the southern hills and the city lanes,
From the sandwaste lone and the Blacksoil Plains;
The youngest and strongest of England’s brood!—
They’ll win for the South as we knew they would.
Knew they would—
Knew they would;
They’ll win for the South as we knew they would.

poem by Henry Lawson
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Open Your Eyes

Youve got a great imagination
You carry on in the same old way
No lessons learned from yesterday
Talk of changes lost in pages of paperwork
I believe it...
How can we refuse to see
Ive received it...
What could be our final destiny
I believe that...
Still we go on from day to day
Knowing what could be true
Wish I knew
Wish I knew
Wish I knew
Open your eyes and discover
Youre not the only one
In disguise
Do you wonder
When the change is gonna come?
Open your eyes
Youve got a great imagination
We cast the world, we set the stage
For what could be the darkest age
Short exchanges
From perfect strangers
Well never know
But wish we knew
I believe it...
Its time to face reality
Ive received it...
Questioning the powers that be
I believe it...
Are we too confused to see?
Wish I knew
Wish I knew
Wish I knew
Wish I knew
Open your eyes and discover
Youre not the only one
In disguise
Do you wonder
When the change is gonna come?
Open your eyes
Youve got a great imagination
Open your eyes
Show it
Show it
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Wish we knew
I believe it...
Its time to face reality
Ive received it...
Things arent what they used to be
I believe it...
What I see in you, you see in me
Wish I knew
Wish I knew
Wish I knew
Wish I knew
Open your eyes and discover
Youre not the only one
In disguise
Do you wonder
When the change is gonna come?
Change is gonna come
Change is gonna come
Change is gonna come
Youve got a great imagination
Change is gonna come
Change is gonna come
Change is gonna come
Youve got a sweet imagination
Change is gonna come
Open your eyes
Change is gonna come
Open your eyes
Change is gonna come
Youve got a deep imagination coming
Show it
Show it
Show it
Show it
Show it
Show it

song performed by by Yes
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Open Your Eyes

song performed by by Yes
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Lines Inscribed on The Wall of a Dungeon in The Southern P of I

Though not a breath can enter here,
I know the wind blows fresh and free;
I know the sun is shining clear,
Though not a gleam can visit me.
They thought while I in darkness lay,
'Twere pity that I should not know
How all the earth is smiling gay;
How fresh the vernal breezes blow.

They knew, such tidings to impart
Would pierce my weary spirit through,
And could they better read my heart,
They'd tell me, she was smiling too.

They need not, for I know it well,
Methinks I see her even now;
No sigh disturbs her bosom's swell,
No shade o'ercasts her angel brow.

Unmarred by grief her angel voice,
Whence sparkling wit, and wisdom flow:
And others in its sound rejoice,
And taste the joys I must not know,

Drink rapture from her soft dark eye,
And sunshine from her heavenly smile;
On wings of bliss their moments fly,
And I am pining here the while!

Oh! tell me, does she never give --
To my distress a single sigh?
She smiles on them, but does she grieve
One moment, when they are not by?

When she beholds the sunny skies,
And feels the wind of heaven blow;
Has she no tear for him that lies
In dungeon gloom, so far below?

While others gladly round her press
And at her side their hours beguile,
Has she no sigh for his distress
Who cannot see a single smile

Nor hear one word nor read a line
That her beloved hand might write,
Who banished from her face must pine
Each day a long and lonely night?

Alexander April 1826

poem by Anne Brontë
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Finally...Here We Are

I knew you knew me.
The moment I saw you,
I knew you knew.

I knew you felt my heart.
The passion and compassion.
Here inside...
Wishing for someone to recognize.

I knew you knew me.
The moment I saw you,
I knew you knew.

I knew you too wanted to touch.
And we hungered for that very much.

And finally...
Here we are!
To notice,
And taste this dream.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let Her Fly

When I met woman
She was above the earth
Looking over the land

Smooth she was...
Wings spread to full length
A smile that would melt butter

You could see how she loved...Flying.
Upside down she flew...
Loop-DE-loop she flew...

Racing the wind...
And laughing...
How warm her heart

When greeting you...
Sharing the air with one was her pleasure... then we flew off to a place distance to her...

She knew not but...trusted me.
Spreaded her inner wings...
Taking me to an upper air pocket...

I knew not of such...
Acceleration...
Her enthusiastic play was so alien...

But an altering experience,
Showing me what makes her soar...
Pampering me all the while.

Showed me what makes hot-air...
Long beautiful air-pockets...
She raced them with ease...

She was teaching me how to enjoy her world...
I refused...without knowing.
I would not let her fly again...

I wanted her and what she knew with me...
And only me.
I killed her inner spirit...

And never knew.
I am man...I ask you (Woman) to forgive me
For wanting you and your gift...

Not seeing you as a prise....you the person...
I have killed your spirit...I knew it not
I am man not a thinker...sigh...forgive me.

poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Long, Long Way To Go

You held my hand and then you slipped away
And I may never see your face again
So tell me how do to fill the emptiness inside
Without love, what is life?
And anyone who knew us both can see
We always were the better part of me
I never wanted to be this free
All this pain, does it go away?
Then every time I turn around
And youre nowhere to be found
I know I got a long, long way to go
Before I can say goodbye to you
Oh, I got a long, long way to go
Before I can say goodbye to all I ever knew
To you, to you
From memory, there is no hiding place
Turn on the tv and I see you there
In every crowd theres always someone with your face
Everywhere, trying not to care
Then every time I turn around
And youre nowhere to be found
I know I got a long, long way to go
Before I can say goodbye to you
Oh, I got a long, long way to go
Before I can say goodbye to all I ever knew
To you, I wish you everythin
And all the best that life can bring
I only hope you think of me sometimes, oh
And even though I feel the pain
I know that I will love again
The time will come, oh, and Ill move on
I got a long, long way to go
Before I can say goodbye to you
Oh, I got a long, long way to go, got a long way to go
Before I can say goodbye, before I say goodbye
To all I ever knew, to all I ever knew
I got a long, I got a long, long way to go, long way to go
Before I can say, before I say, goodbye to you
Say goodbye, say goodbye
Oh, I got a long, long way to go
Before I can say goodbye to all I ever knew
Girl, I wish you the best I know, oh and all of the rest, to you
I got a long, long way to go
Before I can say goodbye to you

song performed by by Def Leppard
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We all must drink the water of life

Neutrality is the balance
between bad and good
life is water...
a balance between good and bad,
we all must drink the water of life!

Depth from depth
..the pain
length from length
..the struggle
mile to mile
.. the frustration
a bitter taste
a rotten smell
a water we must drink
yet a water needed for survival

Height to height
..the pleasure
reach to reach
..the satisfaction
bredth to bredth
..the joy
a sweet taste
a fresh smell
a water we must drink
a water oh so sweet for survival

Waters of success
sweet to the mouth
a reward to the soul
the waters of life
a journey of thirst
a well of plenty

Waters of failure
bitter to the mouth
a teacher to the listening soul
the river of death
the most bitter water of all
yet a water we must all drink
... to satisfaction

The river runs black and rough
to the uncertain end
but certain finish
where taste is empty
smell is neutral
and realisation is simple,
where all find and embrace,
a moment of peace.

poem by Allen Steble
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That Day You Came

Such special sweetness was about
That day God sent you here,
I knew the lavender was out,
And it was mid of year.

Their common way the great winds blew,
The ships sailed out to sea;
Yet ere that day was spent I knew
Mine own had come to me.

As after song some snatch of tune
Lurks still in grass or bough,
So, somewhat of the end o' June
Lurks in each weather now.

The young year sets the buds astir,
The old year strips the trees;
But ever in my lavender
I hear the brawling bees.

For me the jasmine buds unfold
   And silver daisies star the lea,
The crocus hoards the sunset gold,
   And the wild rose breathes for me.
I feel the sap through the bough returning,
   I share the skylark's transport fine,
I know the fountain's wayward yearning,
   I love, and the world is mine!

I love, and thoughts that sometime grieved,
   Still well remembered, grieve not me;
From all that darkened and deceived
   Upsoars my spirit free.
For soft the hours repeat one story,
   Sings the sea one strain divine;
My clouds arise all flushed with glory --
   I love, and the world is mine!

poem by Lizette Woodworth Reese
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I Know You Well

This morning under awaking glow
The sun filled our room like december snow
Like morning through an old window
Theres a place in your head I will always know
To the same world born two of a kind
If its on your mind, itll be on mine cause
I know you well
Like the soil in the ground
Grass grown in the shadow of a blow
And if the blow will never toll
You and me grow old
I hope well live to tell
How you know I know you knew I know you well
Down under, beneath the softened skin
Where the words we whisper sink in
Its no wonder the way the words still ring
Sure as sin, its not a secret thing
To the same world born two of a kind
If its on your mind, itll be on mine cause
I know you well
Like the soil in the ground
Grass grown in the shadow of a blow
And if the blow will never toll
You and me grow old
I hope well live to tell
How you know I know you knew I know new york 1991
Here in the same room for so long
Out of the cold november
Still as a passport picture
Still as a passport picture
To the same world born two of a kind
If its on your mind, itll be on mine cause
I know you well
Like the soil in the ground
Grass grown in the shadow of a blow
And if the blow will never toll
You and me grow old
I hope well live to tell
How you know I know you knew I know you well

song performed by by Fountains Of Wayne
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Poisoned Rose

The poisoned rose
That you gave to me
It left me half alive
And half in ecstasy
But if half of your love
Is all I can win
Give me just a fraction
But no more medicine
The poisoned rose
On a valentine card
That you take straight to the heart
That you call my junkyard
But if all I can do
Is save pieces of you
The piece of your mind
The piece of your heart
Didnt tear me apart
Like the poisoned rose
I received from you
I dont know
How we came to grow
Into this very sad affair
Everytime we do the decent thing
Somebody spikes the drink
And a single becomes a pair
The poisoned rose
That you wear at your best
That I keep pressed between the white sheets
Where you lie half undressed
I threw away my shirt and shoes
You looked and I dived in
Its just you and me now
cause I threw away the gin
I threw away your alibis
And all your worn-out clothes
I threw myself upon the floor
But I couldnt throw away
This poisoned rose
This poisoned rose
This poisoned rose

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An anxiety

Eagerness to know
It is not something to throw
It may augment the nice flow
Very helpful for person to grow

It is anxiety to know more and more
It is an opportunity to dig and explore
It is good quality not to condemn but adore
Reject bad and good things to store

It is natural tendency
It has same wave length and frequency
We may be condemned for poor show
If we fail to prove or challenge to throw

How the world progresses in right direction?
How all the deficiencies are removed with corrective action?
It is all because of continuous thrust to know something more
It has to be taken as positive sign and to be pursued therefore

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Licia Sonnets 45

There shone a comet, and it was full west.
My thoughts presagéd what it did portend;
I found it threatened to my heart unrest,
And might in time my joys and comfort end.
I further sought and found it was a sun,
Which day nor night did never use to set.
It constant stood when heavens did restless run,
And did their Virtues and their forces let.
The world did muse and wonder what it meant,
A sun to shine and in the west to rise;
To search the truth, I strength and spirits spent;
At length I found it was my Licia's eyes.
Now never after soul shall live in dark,
That hath the hap this western sun to mark.

poem by Giles Fletcher The Elder
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