As Each Day Calls
The rustling leaves
of a summer breeze,
the butterflies waking dance
and the songs of evening calls
are ours to enjoy
and stand within our grasp
if we can wake our senses,
our eyes and ears
we will see and hear it all
as each day comes to call.
poem by David Harris
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Gentle Sigh
There is a gentle sigh
as a warm summer evening calls
and lovers slip away
to their hideaways.
The stars twinkle bright
playing peek-a-boo with the moon
and not a stirring word is heard,
except the gentle sigh
that inherits the breeze
that faintly rustles the leaves
on a warm summer evening
just before darkness calls.
The world sings a hushaby melody
to children tucked in their bed
waiting for the sandman to call
and for a few minutes,
everything is still
listening to the gentle sigh
when warm summer evenings call.
poem by David Harris
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Summer Is Here
I hear the sounds of children at play,
as the sun has turned
the black clouds of rain away.
Summer is here
and laughter fills the air,
flowers fill the gardens
with colour everywhere.
After a hard days work
you feel free,
some will sit the evening out
eyes glued to the TV.
Not for me the little box,
rather an evening stroll.
Then sit to rest
my weary bones somewhere,
letting the cool evening breeze
dance with my hair.
As I sit quietly
absorbing all around.
Watching the sun
sink slowly in the west.
Breathing in the cool evening air,
as night begins to call.
11 June 2007
poem by David Harris
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Flutter byes for M ladyChitra
The autumn leaves fall from the trees.
Twirling and dancing in the breeze.
Like ghosts of summer butterflies
although they don’t deceive my eyes.
My poets mind says otherwise.
Transmogrifies them easily,
assisted by their autumn guise.
Into bright coloured butterflies.
Like butterflies they dance and play
but they will fall eventually.
Down to the ground and rot away
And form a mulch to feed each tree.
On which trees live as they should do.
Though for a little while they flew.
16-Oct-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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A tale of summer
Swallows catch insects on the wing
In the early morning sun,
And a cuckoo calls to tell us
That the summer has now begun.
The flowering meadow comes alive
With butterflies and the sound of bees,
Cherry blossom showers down like confetti
Carried on the summer breeze.
Swift and house martins arrive back from afar
Making a welcome sight,
And a nightingale sings on a summer evening
And on into the night.
The sweet smell of honeysuckle
Fills the evening air,
While fox cubs play on the edge of a coppice
The beauty of summer is everywhere.
A skylark sings high above
Fields of barley corn and wheat,
While on the lake swans with thier cygnets
Make the summer complete.
poem by Gordon Butchers
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I Want To Wake Up
I heard what you said, and I can tell you its true
I heard youve said that I am crazy about you
Turn in my sleep, the bad dream is over
Think of you and shall I ever recover?
Now, I want to wake up
How I want to wake up
I stood at the kitchen-sink, my radio played
Songs like tainted love and love is strange
As I listened and the words hit my ears
I cried sudden tears
Now, I want to wake up
How I want to wake up
Wake up
(wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up)
(its mad, its mad, its mad)
Its mad, to be in love with someone else
When youre in love with him, shes in love with me
But you know as well as I do
I can never think of anyone but you
(all my life,
All my life
I want to wake up)
Play with fire, play with guns
Its easy to impress someone
Turning in my sleep, you call me a fool
To fall in love, is it so uncool?
Now, I want to wake up
How I want to wake up
Now, I want to wake up
Wake up
(wake up, wake up
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I, I want to wake up, with you, oh
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Ooh
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Music Of The Night
Sitting in a rocking chair
on a porch in a summer eve.
A warm breeze drives
the garden fragrances through the air.
You close your eyes and relax
and listen to the music of the night,
to the creatures of the night time
calling through the stillness to be found.
The leaves rustling
pushed by the warming breeze,
the lonely hoot of a wise old owl
perched high somewhere,
the chirping of the crickets
in their mating call
and the almost silence
of a bat’s flapping wing.
Those are just a few of the sounds
you’ll hear as you relax back
and listen to the music of the night.
27 March 2008
poem by David Harris
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The Waking (1953)
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me, so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
poem by Theodore Roethke
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The Waking
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
poem by Theodore Roethke
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Eyes Of The World
Right outside this lazy summer home
You aint got time to call your soul a critic no.
Right outside the lazy gate of winters summer home,
Wondrin where the nut-thatch winters,
Wings a mile long just carried the bird away.
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world,
The heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own.
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin brings,
But the heart has its seasons, its evenins and songs of its own.
There comes a redeemer, and he slowly too fades away,
And there follows his wagon behind him thats loaded with clay.
And the seeds that were silent all burst into bloom, and decay,
And night comes so quiet, its close on the heels of the day.
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world,
The heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own.
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin brings,
But the heart has its seasons, its evenins and songs of its own.
Sometimes we live no particular way but our own,
And sometimes we visit your country and live in your home,
Sometimes we ride on your horses, sometimes we walk alone,
Sometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our own.
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world,
The heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own.
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin brings,
But the heart has its seasons, its evenins and songs of its own.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Spring
Wake up again, sad heart, wake up again !
(I heard the birds this morning singing sweet.)
Wake up again ! The sky was crystal clear,
And washed quite clean with rain ;
And tar below my heart stirred with the year,
Stirred with the year and sighed. O pallid feet
Move now at last, O heart that sleeps with pain
Rise up and hear
The voices in the valleys, run to meet
The songs and shadows. O wake up again !
Put out green leaves, dead tree, put out green leaves t
(Last night the moon was soft and kissed the air.)
Put out green leaves ! The moon was in the skies,
All night she wakes and weaves.
The dew was on the grass like fairies' eyes,
Like fairies' eyes. O trees so black and bare,
Remember all the fruits, the full gold sheaves;
For nothing dies,
The songs that are, are silences that were,
Summer was Winter. O put but green leaves!
Break through the earth, pale flower, break through the earth !
(All day the lark has sung a madrigal.)
Break through the earth that lies not lightly yet
And waits thy patient birth,
Waits for the jonquil and the violet,
The violet. Full soon the heavy pall
Will be a bed, and in the noon of mirth
Some rivulet
Will bubble in my wilderness, some call
Will touch my silence. O break through the earth.
poem by Lord Alfred Douglas
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Wake Up Call
This is your wake up call... young hearts be free
Get up, get on, get out about and shout it
Tell em all youre dressed and on your way
Oh theres absolutely no doubt about it
This is your wake up call
Youre gonna miss it all
Am I the only one out there thats listening
Cos its such a lovely noise that I can hear
Eyes are opening up to all around them
This is their wake up call
Theyre gonna miss it all
Can you feel whats happening here
Everything is changing all around you
Its in the air, electricity
Everybody, yes everybodys waking up
Good morning to you
Youre not the only one out there whos running
But the man whos sitting next to yous asleep
So pick him up and shake him till he hears you
This is his wake up call
Hes gonna miss it all
Can you feel whats happening here
Everything is changing all around you
Its in the air, electricity
Everybody, yes everybodys waking up
Good morning to you
Those whove done all they can do sleep easy
Those that turn away, they sleep alone
But theres no doubt about it absolutely
This is a wake up call
We re gonna miss it all
This is your wake up call
This is your wake up call
This is your wake up call
Youre gonna miss it
Youre gonna miss it all
song performed by by Phil Collins
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Company
Some can see its poetry
Come as you are in your broken car
The company
Carousel is wishing well
As a wonder night that spoke delight
To the company
Can you hear the summer calling you
Can you hear him call you now
Can you hear the summer calling you
Can you hear him call you now
Broken dream, just a token scheme
Silver man with a telegram
For the company
Scalding blue, come talk to you
Search the cave for the grave
Of the company
Can you hear the summer calling you
Can you hear him call you now
Can you hear the summer calling you
Can you hear him call you now
Can you hear the summer calling you
Can you hear him call you now
Can you hear the summer calling you
Can you hear him call you now
Can you hear the summer calling you
Can you hear him call you now
Can you hear the summer calling you
Can you hear him call you now
song performed by by America
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Autumn In the Wood
I will enter the quiet wood,
On the rustling leaves I will dance,
I will watch the Godhood,
I will prance to the autumn’s romance.
I will wear a colorful dress,
I will mix up myself with the leaves,
I will hear what wind says,
I will feel the tender breeze.
I will see a birch in gilding,
A maple in its nice crimson,
A spiders beautiful sewing
Created with Gods benison.
The Sun will play with the dewdrops,
The leaves will dance rock and roll.
Feeling desirable aromas of hops
The autumn will be a droll.
I will be fascinated by the autumn’s beauty
Where only peace and harmony are on duty.
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Hear
Will our
Young
Boys and
Girls
Remember
The rustling
Of the leaves
The chirping
Of the birds,
The whispers
Of the breeze
The buzzing
Of the bees,
In our
Lovely
Country
Parks?
All that I
See them
Doing
While
Walking
Or jogging
Is jamming
Up their ears,
With iPod tunes.
Will they
Ever
Hear
Nature?
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Spiderwebs
You think that we connect
That the chemistrys correct
Your words walk right through my ears
Presuming I like what I hear
And now Im stuck in the web
Youre spinning
Youve got me for your prey...
Chorus:
Sorry Im not home right now
Im walking into spiderwebs
So leave a message
And Ill call you back
A likely story, but leave a message
And Ill call you back
You take advantage of whats mine
Youre taking up my time
Dont have the courage inside me
To tell you please just let me be
Communication, telephonie invation
Im planning my escape...
Chorus:
And its all your fault
I screen my phone calls
No matter who calls
I gotta screen my phone calls
Now its gone too deep
You wake me in my sleep
My dreams become nightmares
cause youre ringing in my ears
song performed by by Gwen Stefani
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Butterflies Beauty
Butterfly with beautiful wings,
Glides through the summer
breeze,
As the sun shines upon the wings,
Fluttering oh so silently,
Colors of the rainbow begin to
show brightly,
Like the beautiful colors of
the flowers,
Butterflies blend in so perfect,
Making nature look pretty,
Unique patterns on every wing
has its beautiful story,
Just like nature has its own
story,
Where beauty never ends,
Butterflies will always blend in
with almost anything,
Blending in with flowers, grass,
even trees tall and small,
Including a rest on a fawns little
nose,
It is only to say hi and thank you,
for letting me rest my wings,
Now I must be on my way to enjoy
the summer breeze,
Soon it will be winter and I will
have to leave,
No worries I will return when the grass
is green and trees grow their leaves,
When rivers flow with the sunshine warmth,
Animals tall and small roam again from
slumber,
Flowers blossom beautifully,
that is how you know I will return
again,
Fluttering upon the spring and summer
breeze,
All my family will also return to fill
nature with colorful beauty.
poem by Derek James
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I Could Be Good For You
On a warm summer evening
Im dancin to the radio alone
Dont need no conversation
Just want a new love to call all my own
Throw the window open
Let the breeze take me away
Ya see I gotta lose all this ol heartache
Before the sun comes round back to stay
I been doin my best to forget you
But I cant do it on my own
Chorus
I need to dance with a stranger
And hold him in my arms
Close my eyes make believe hes you
I need to dance with a stranger
Take my hurt away
Before Im over you
Hear the city hummin
Grab my shoes and go downtown
Wont need no invitation
Just to hear the sweet sweet sound
And I dont want no man to ask me
Where you been all y lonlely life
Just wanna move real slow
And have somebody hold me tight
Ive been doin my best to forget you
But I cant do it on my own
Chorus
I hear the heart is a lonely hunter
And I believe it to be true
But this heart is learning to forget
I ever fell in love with you
Chorus
song performed by by Taylor Dayne
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Daughters Of The Sea
Patrick simmons
Autumn breeze blowin to the east
Shift of breeze upon a sea of peace
Hear them call, cant you hear them sing
Hear them call, how their voices ring
Dizzy dancin, golden ladies
Misty eyes that cannot fool
Silver shoreline waves come crashin
To the end of all of you
Like a spider weavin silken nets
Fingers move, swaying silhouettes
Hear them call, cant you hear them sing
Hear them call, how their voices ring
Spinning, turning, moonlit madness
round the fire burnin bright
I can see it risin higher
Lightin up the starry night
Hear them call, cant you hear them sing
Hear them call, how their voices ring
Hear them call, cant you hear them sing
Hear them call, how their voices ring
song performed by by Doobie Brothers
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Twilight 2
As the cool air comes at twilight
the songs of evening appear.
Everywhere you hear the night calls
that echo in the darkness.
The calls that inspire lovers
under the pale moonlight
as hand in hand they walk
through their own paradise.
In the darkness of the night
the creatures sing their chorus
for lovers that might call
that begins at twilight, ending when dawn calls.
23 September 2010
poem by David Harris
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Women like to slow dance
Women like to slow dance
Men like to boogie fast…
Women lprefer to prettily prance
And make the dance last and last
Men like to stand against the wall
And act like they’re bored as hell
While they actually are wishing that…
they could dance half as well….
As…The guys that can slow dance
And Seem to Have it best of all
They have the delight of dipping the pretties
Rather than not dancing at all
Women… like… to slow dance! ! !
A concept most men just can’t grasp
So while their ladies are getting dipped
They stand around waiting to dance fast
Guys! ! ! … it’s not rocket science
So wake up out of your trance
While you might like to boogie on down…
Women like to slow dance
poem by David Whalen
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