The Old Routine
Woke up this morning,
my holiday gone to oblivion
right before my eyes.
Work held out its open arms
ready for my return.
It eagerly waited for me
to embrace it with all my might.
Sadly I did not feel incline t
o readily dance to its tune.
I just started slowly
and got back into the old routine.
29 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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Lonely Days
Woke up this morning early
and switched my computer on.
Messenger came up on the screen
and it showed I was available to chat,
but no one wanted to chat to me.
Several friends were available
and I waited and hoped to see
that one of them might want a chat with me.
Sadly none of them did.
So I sat and played a couple of games
and watched the hours pass slowly away.
Only junk mail came into my inbox,
but no messages from my friends.
It seemed no one wanted to speak to me.
I got on and did some work I had to do
and started to feel forgotten, asking myself
where had all my friends had gone.
Maybe tomorrow or the day after that
someone might remember me and want a chat,
but I am not going to hold my breath on that.
I’ll just have to pick up my pen and write a little more.
26 April 2009
poem by David Harris
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Open Arms
If love is what you want
Baby here I am
If tenderness is what you need
Ive got that to give
If you need some affection
Baby these are open arms
Open arms open arms open arms open arms
You come hem youve had a hard day
Every door you tried to open
Was closing in your face
Im right here Ill be right here
Ill embrace you
Ill be open with my heart
Ill let you in
Ill be open with my thoughts
Ill be your best friend
If you need some attention
Baby these are open arms
Open arms open arms open arms open arms
Every corner you turn
Trouble come your way
But when you get home
Ill try to be there
And Ill embrace you
These are
These are
These are
Open arms
If time is what you need
Baby Ill stop the clocks
If youre looking for something
Maybe Ive got what you want
If theres one thing to remember
Dont forget that these are open arms
Open arms open arms open arms open arms
These are
These are
These are
Open arms
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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Magic of Love
Morning sunlight touched my face
And wind blew touched my soul,
I remember someone has
Who been special to mine
Wish I could be in his land
I hear his laughter.
Through the wave of the sea,
I feel his love
Every time I close my eyes
Wish, I could be in his arms.
I see his eyes starring at me,
I feel his heart beat as mine
Wish I could be on his side.
To feel his warm embrace
and surround him with my face.
I spread my wings and fly.
Just like Butterflies in the sky,
I gave my heart and my soul
I held my hand for him to hold
To be with him is like a dream.
I just close my eyes,
And now I can see him,
I m his princess and he is my king
Dance together in a wonderland.
To the tune of magic of love.
poem by Cheryl Aldea
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Embrace The Sunshine
Do you ever feel the cold at night
All only to feel it's warmth inside
Sick and war-ar-arm beneath the healing li-i-ight
You got to e-e-embrace the sunshine, e-e-embra-ace
You got to e-e-embrace the sunshi-ine, e-e-embra-a-ace
I woke up late today without warmth all over me
As the sunshine reaches out, breaks through the trees
Leafy shadows crawl across my bedroom walls
I could feel the bree-ee-eeze
When I'm feeling down and all messed up within
I just remember the sun's warmth pulls me throu-ou-ough
I get outside and soak it up with my blue eyes
You can feel it too-oo-oo
You got to e-e-embrace the sunshine, e-e-embra-ace
You got to e-e-embrace the sunshi-ine, e-e-embra-a-ace
E-e-embrace the sunshine, e-e-embra-ace
You got to e-e-embrace the sunshi-ine, e-e-embra-a-ace
I feel the strength, I feel the peace and harmony
Away from everything I learnt tranquility
All it has to give I take with open arms
Feel that sunbaked breeze
I want the feeling like the one I feel right now
I tried to know where, I'll find my space somehow
I need to get away, leave the night behind
I will find my way-ay-ay-ay-ay
You got to e-e-embrace the sunshine, e-e-embra-ace
You got to e-e-embrace the sunshi-ine, e-e-embra-a-ace
E-e-embrace the sunshine, e-e-embra-ace
You got to e-e-embrace the sunshi-ine, e-e-embra-a-ace
Can you feel the warmth withi-i-i-i-i-in
Can you feel the warmth withi-i-i-i-i-in
song performed by by Quench
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Will I Look Again
As I look around me
at everything my eyes can behold
I wonder if I will ever return
to see another sunrise.
Will I look again at the rolling hills
that have enchanted me
during my holiday,
or the small harbour
where sleeping boats lay?
Will I smell the scents
of autumn’s turning winds
or see all the creatures
Mother Nature likes to bring.
Will I one day return
to enjoy the peace and beauty of it all.
Only the future holds the answer
and it’s not prepared to tell.
26 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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Catatonica
As our duet of love, a performance shown, is put upon display for vulgar eyes on the floor; the lights change with painted overlooks splashing their palette of watercolours over our moving bodies.
To the beat we dance, our tune a virgin, for the tune's beat that we dance to is no longer a mere dance away, our dance must fly with this tune in time with the tune's beat and in beat with our dance that we synced to this tune.
We tune our bodies in, tune them perfectly together with not just the beat and our dance, but with each other's minds and each other's hearts.
Within our thin, weak, skinny minds our thoughts think their own thoughts, deeper within our thought's tune and beat it dances inside a caved-in thought of the thinking tune's rhythmic beat timing itself to our dance.
Matching in the sky, our steps amaze, no tune can support us on its waves of notes and colons and no beat can out-beat us in it's own tragedy of percussion.
Our dance is a shaman of ritual love, packaged under the moon's eye for all to see and admire in its own tunefully-beating-dancing light.
We are going to dance forever, dance until there's no dance left in us, dance until our blood mixes with each others and our soul's diseases decay with one another's and we become the dance.
The tune we create in our minds is that of purity, no one will hear this tune except for us. Me and You.
The beats will never fade, no stamp stopped too sincerely, no stomp slacking too slowly.
We're going to dance, we're going to dance, we're going to dance. We're going to dance to our own beat, to our own tune, and to our own love.
poem by April Abigail
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It Is Always Difficult To Begin The Week
IT IS ALWAYS DIFFICULT TO BEGIN THE WEEK
It is always difficult to begin the week
One's body is lost in a previous sleep
One's mind is still held down and back
Into resting -
The world is bleak
It is empty and difficult
I am empty inside
I have nothing to do
I have too much to do-
Still I must begin
I will do the usual routine assignments
Slowly I will get back into the motion and mind of my work
I am already trying now-
Even a small effort should bring forth suggestions for further effort
It will take time
Slowly I will find the way
From task to task
Into the real work -
Somehow the week will begin again
It always does-
Though now I am still slow and not there yet
I feel as if in writing this
I have somehow already begun to work again-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Robotic Routine
We wake up in the morning
to a cup of coffey
to some it's just a cup
to others a trophy
We do our daily needs
get ready for work
we feed our hungry stomaches
like pathetic jerks
Then we climb into our cars
and away we go
to join the other millions
on this circus show
We really should stop
and think for a while
we're doing the same thing
and with no damn style
We need to change our lives
by adding some color
we have to change routine
in our tuned out motor
We have to come alive
and change our scene
we need to say good-bye
to our robotic routine.
(Charlie vergara/07.14.2008/25117)
poem by White Tiger
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I Am Ready to Jump
My body trembles;
I am ready to jump,
my entire body moves slowly as I take a few steps back,
I run- my arms feel like lead.
As I reach the edge,
I realize this wasn't so smart.
Now as I fall down, down, down,
through the air, I start to cry.
Salty tears slide up into my hair,
the vast body of water looms ever closer;
should I close my eyes?
Surely when I hit the water
I will die instantly.
Or will I find nothing but frothing water
and agonizing pain?
In an instant, I plunge into the icy water,
I'm not dead, I don't feel any pain.
But something keeps pulling me down,
and so I sink into the icy water.
'I'm not ready to die! ' screams a voice in
the back of my head.
And so I try to swim upward,
moving my arms that feel like lead.
No longer am I in a sea of salt and water,
but of porridge;
thick like mud.
So I stoke harder, faster;
going nowhere.
Exausted with fatigue I look for a shore line,
there is nothing but water.
As far as my eyes can see,
there is nothing but water.
And so I give up,
no more trying.
I fall back into the water;
eyes still open, stinging.
I fade into the depths of the water,
praying silently to my God;
singing my last song,
as I start to drift and nod.
poem by Sam Hughff
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Black Train Song (live)
(Recorded live at the spectrum, Philadelphia 1-5-1970)
People get ready there's a train coming
You don't need a ticket
Clime on board
woooooooooo !!!
Train arrive
Sixteen cortege long
Train arrive
Sixteen cortege long
Will there be no train
Took my baby, it's gone
Train, train
Comin' round the bend
Train, train
Comin' round the bend
Yeah, there will be no evil train
Took my one and only friend
Train, train
Comin' down the line
Train, train
Comin' down the line
Well there will be no rock train
Took me on and a friend of mine
Train, train
Comin' down the track
Train, train
Comin' down the track
Yeah it took my baby
And it never bring her back
Alright
Away, away, away of India
Away of India
Away, away, away, away of India
Away of India
That's right
Away, away, away of India
Away, away, away of India
That's right, that's right
Away, away, away of India
That's right
Well, i woke up this morning got the crossroad on my mind
Well, i woke up this morning got the crossroad on my mind
Take a walk with me everything will work out fine
Well, i woke up this morning got the joit train on my mind
Well, i woke up this morning got the joit train on my mind
Take a walk with me everything will work out fine
Well, i woke up this morning got the eight miles on my mind
Well, i woke up this morning got the eight miles on my mind
Tale a walk with me everything, everything will work out fine
Well i woke up this morning got the crossroad on my mind
Well i woke up this morning got the crossroad on my mind
Take a walk with me
Everything
Everything
Everything
Everything gonna work out fine
wooooooooo
Train, train
Comin' down
Took my baby
Tokk my baby
Took my love
Away
Well i woke up this morning got nothin' on my mind
song performed by by Doors
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When the sun languished slowly in the late afternoon
When the sun languished slowly in the late afternoon
I held you in an embrace,
while the moon did cling bright white to the heaven,
winking stars appeared in the night
and sweet we were blissful together
when you trusted me, with your body, spirit and soul.
When the sun languished slowly in the late afternoon
I held you in an embrace,
suddenly the evening star did disappear
while I held your hand in mine,
saw the glance in the depths of your eyes
and all the misunderstandings and pain were gone,
when the sun languished slowly in the late afternoon.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Hearts Beating As One
Moving close to loves embrace,
bodies swirl in passion
to the sensual sounds
of hearts beating as one.
Arms enclosed around one another
in a world they call their own;
there is no external intrusion
with the internal fusion
of lovers gripped in passion
within one another’s embrace.
6 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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Daybreak
An airy morning
One early morning
Something's different
Nothing's new
All's still wet
My hair, my sand, my face
My heart, my floor, my life
But look up
The sun's hiding
But its rays' glimmering
Father time is angry
So he kicks his sun out
Just then and only then
Do time and chance favour me
A wet morning
Soaked in the dew and all its glory
Blinded by the sun and all its story
Hands stretched out in utopia
I let go of my phobia
For once I breathe and all is clean
For once I look and tears don't fall
I look behind, the tunnel's gone
I look at me, the wounds are healed
I look ahead, I see me born in day
Holding to hope
Hoping to life
Living to live
A good morning
I turn in bed so soft and succulent
I feel something so soft and human
My lids shake and open slowly
Eyes wide open
Iris to iris
Arms wide open
I lay in peace in the arms
Of the love of my life.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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Eternal Love
In times of great sorrow,
we look for guidance from above.
We pray to our heavenly father
for his eternal love
to help us through
in our troubling times ahead.
Comfort us when needed,
ease our mind of any pain we feel.
We open up our hearts to him
and return the love
he gives so readily to us.
14 November 2008
poem by David Harris
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Too Much Is Not Enough
(turner, held, greenwood) 4.19
Youre so extreme, youre super heavy
Youre one step over the line
Not what you seem, dont try and tell me
I know whats really on your mind
Once you get started youre out of control
Dont play that sweet and innocent with me girl
I know you know you want to rock and roll
But I got just what you need
I, I want to feel your love
Too much is not enough
I, I want to feel your touch
Too much is not enough
Youve got it bad, youre hopelessly addicted
Youre always searching for the cure
Love is the crime, you stand convicted
You keep on coming back for more
Come on admit it, youre over the top
That song and dance wont work with me girl
You just cant quit it, dont know when to stop
But I got the remedy
I, I want to feel your love
Too much is not enough
I, I want to feel your touch
Too much is not enough
Baby stop wasting time
And let me know that youre mine
I need to feel your embrace
How much can I take
song performed by by Deep Purple
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The Look Of Love
The look of love
Is in your eyes
The look your smile cant disguise
The look of love
Is saying so much more
Than just words could ever say
And what my heart has heard
Well it takes my breath away
I can hardly wait to hold you
Feel my arms around you
How long I have waited
Waited just to love you
Now that I have found you
Youve got the look of love
Its on your face
A look that time cant erase
Be mine tonight
Let this be just the start
Of so many nights like this
Lets take a lovers vow
And then seal it with a kiss
I can hardly wait to hold you
Feel my arms around you
How long I have waited
Waited just to love you
Now that I have found you
Dont ever go
I can hardly wait to hold you
Feel my arms around you
How long I have waited
Waited just to love you
Now that I have found you
Dont ever go
Dont ever go
I love you so
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Liquid Sunshine And Powdered Rain
When we go on holiday
we like to see a bright sun above,
but there are occasions when
we are treated to liquid sunshine and powdered rain.
Sometimes the seasons get mixed up
and summer comes late
and other times winter calls
in the middle of the year.
There are even times when
each season will visit us each day.
However when you are on holiday
you enjoy it without a care.
Early in the morning you get powdered rain
and by mid morning the liquid sunshine calls.
Before the evening falls
you feel the warm rays of the sun.
No one can predict the weather,
we have to take it as it comes.
When you go on holiday
just go out and have some fun.
17 September 2010
poem by David Harris
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Gimme Some Lovin
Gimme some lovin early in the morning
I just woke up with this appetite
Gimme some love in the morning light
Gimme some lovin early in the morning
I just woke up with this appetite
Gimme some love in the morning light
Some people like it in the afternoon
But I dont think that I can wait that soon
Give me some love in the mornin light
Some people like it late at night
I could wait that long but I dont think I might
Give me some lovin in the mornin light
Im gonna love you soft and love you sweet
I can feel your heart beat
I need your attention to get me started right
Im gonna wake you up with a kiss on the cheek
Come a little closer open up to me
Good morning baby good mornin baby
Open your eyes just a little bit
Good morning sunshine I cant resist
Dreaming about you baby all through the night
song performed by by G. Love & Special Sauce
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Perpetually Waiting
still like a statue
i stand and watch
watch you walk away from me
your footsteps leading you to a new place
stomping on my love's symphony
my arms still stretched wide
come back to them
that's where you belong
in my embrace
in my heart
my eyes over brimming with hope
the hope of your return
the hope of our reunion
'just turn back once
see what you are leaving behind'
that's my constant prayer
but your footsteps go unfaltered
leading you to your destiny
i wait for the day when you'll realize
it is your destiny
that you now leave behind
my spirit, still intact
my love, still unhampered
i know you'll come back to me
farewell, my love
farewell, my darling
so go on now
but when you return
you'll find me still waiting
my arms still stretched wide
my heart ready to reunite
poem by Ridah Ellahi
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My Daily Routine In New York
Early in the morning
A rude awakening at the sound
Of the alarm clock...
Trying to steal an extra
Ten minutes of sleep
But it is time to get up,
Time to go to work...
Soap and towel handy,
While in the shower,
Listening to Billy Joel
Or the morning news...
Traffic and weather reports,
While drinking coffee
And smoking a cigarette...
Quickly going through the newspapers
To faithfully read my horoscope...
My everyday routine in New York
Rushing again to go to work...
'Good Morning' intended
For the whole week
Hoping not to miss my train
Avoiding to be reprehended
for being late...
Meeting so many strangers
Just like me
Dragging smiles or sleeping faces
Exhibiting a great deal of effort.
People leering hopefully for attention,
Expecting a suggestion
At the slightest flicker of an eyebrow...
I haven't started my day work
And I want to go back home to sleep...
That is my daily routine in New York...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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