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Who awaits the last grain to fall?

Everlasting light penetrates throughout the void
Warming the womb of our mother nature.
Expression Fey run amok amongst the flowers
Blooming in the spring their cheeks a rose complexion.
Butterfly symmetry confirms the beauty that confronts us.
We behold a garden of ecstatic wonders.
A golden summer awaits – promising growth anew.
Apollo hath foreseen a dream beyond the blue of winters dressing.
Blessed with a kiss of those golden lips I hath missed for so long.

Who awaits the last grain to fall?
Who are we to call upon?
Who are we who seek the midnight sun?

Seek your form in unification – take a vacation from your senses
Know your life anew – beyond the nightmare of grey tied veiling.

Budding anew beneath the blue that keeps my soul a-shaking
I’m reawakening – Yearning to learn once more amongst the green
All it is to live in the wonderland of dream states.

Create your day – Do it your way
Find the words so you can have you say.

What can I say that would make it seem
Like naught more than a distant dream.

We have it all yet fight amongst ourselves
Clouds ponder in perplexity
In confrontation with birds of metallic skeleton structures.

poem by David Lacey
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Seek not the gardener in the flesh

Two maidens walk throughout the forest unknown
Darkened shadows gloom and each fights off
The demons of her insecurities, they stumble across
What seems like naught less than a garden, for all of
The flowers grow in rows creating the impression of design.

One of the maidens claimed that no gardener would come this
Far into the unknown just to create a garden of such wonders.

The other could not comprehend that such a beauty could of
Come across within a conscious will for it’s existence pure.

They each argued in turn and learnt
From each nothing more than the cementation
Of opinion in ignorance towards the other
Yet they agree to test in empirical measures
What force treasures this Garden of wonder.

So they waited and they waited so patiently,
For they had set up fences, and awaiting defenceless they saw nothing.

They heard nothing but the wind as it carried
Upon its song the seeds of springfull joy,
Still the flowers continued to bloom
But no gardener appeared in the form
The un believer was willing to accept.

She that sees the garden knows true the beauty of her surroundings
She knows that it does not need to be measured
For it is a treasure as it is a pleasure in itself,

Yet still her companion points to the weeds that grow,
She point to the dying trees burnt as embers glow.
She can not listen as her friend explains that each is a cycle within the
Medicine wheel, each weed is as worthy of our praise as are the flowers
That catch and dance in Apollo’s radiance.

As the seasons turn we learn
As we grow every second
We are making anew the mould,
Before the kiln of silence awaits.

Seek not the gardener in the flesh
But know that it is he who breathes fresh breathe anew
Into every living being
The gardener unseen is as real as the emotions within which we swim.

poem by David Lacey
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Butterfly Dreams

I dream what it would be like to be a Butterfly
See the wonder of their world through a thoughtful eye
Taste the fragrant flowers drink the morning dew
Play around the petals and pollinate a few
I want to witness the magic of Mother Nature’s womb
Be there at the beginning of a futures flower’s bloom
Try to pry the difference between a petal and thorn
Aiding in the arrival of seeds being born
Imagine the vista and the intimate views
The collage of colors and their heavenly hues
What would it be like to wake as something new
Awake from a silken sleep starting life anew
Some dream they’re men that ply special powers
I dream I'm a Butterfly a Fae among the flowers

poem by Ed_ Schmidt
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One Rainy Wish

Golden rose, the color of the dream I had
Not too long ago
A misty blue and the lillac too
A never to grow old.
A there you were under the tree of song
Sleeping so peacefully
In your hand a flower played
A waiting there for me.
I have never
Laid eyes on you
Not before
This timeless day
But you woke and whoa
Smiled my name
And you stole
My heart away
A stole my heart away little girl, yeah
All right !
Golden rose, the color of the dream I had
Not too long ago
Misty blue and lillac too
A never to grow old.
Golden rose, the color of the dream I had
Misty blue and lillac too
Golden rose, the color of the dream I had
Misty blue and lillac too
Gold and rose, gold are rose, gold and rose.
Its only a dream
Id love to tell somebody about this dream
The sky was filled with a thousand stars
While the sun kissed the mountains blue
And eleven moons played across rainbows
Above me and you.
Gold and rose the color of the velvet walls surround us.

song performed by by Jimi Hendrix
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Did You Ever Wonder Why

(toshifumi hinata/bill wray/diana ross)
Last night I had a dream
Lost in a golden paradise
Trying hard to find my way
Every day a new surprise
I found something wonderful
Here in my private world
All alone in the darkness
The truth can make you strong
Did you ever kiss the sky
Did you ever dream at night
Did you ever wonder why
Stars fall from the sky
Birds know how to fly
Day breaks and Im awake
No dark clouds hanging over me
Holding on for heavens sakes
Trustings hard to do
Its a long road, where does it end
Hand in hand with you my friend
We can never give up, never give in
Look how far youve come
Did you ever kiss the sky
Did you ever dream at night
Did you ever wonder why
Stars fall from the sky
Birds know how to fly
My hopes, my fears, my dreams
Come shining through
As long as I have you
I have you
Did you ever kiss the sky
Did you ever dream at night
Did you ever wonder why
Stars fall from the sky
Birds know how to fly
Did you ever kiss the sky
Did you ever dream at night
Did you ever wonder why
Did you ever kiss the sky
Did you ever dream at night
Did you ever wonder why

song performed by by Diana Ross
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Art Of Dream

On daylight, on midnight
In the closed eyes, in the open blindfold
The childhood memories, the foreseen future
Dream appears to be real

Whether clear, whether forgotten later
Abstract clips or chapter story
Unthinkable person, to the deepest core
Dream playing life

Like butterfly kiss, like hazy mist
Like illusion, like déjà vu
In the calm, in despair
Dream shakes hope

The fantasy, the imagination
The escape, the misery
The metaphor, the premonition
Dream allures soul

For those who live, for those who leave
For those who give, for those who seek
For those who sleep, for those who haunted
Dream spreads in the air

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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A Distant Spring

I who love the Spring so well
Shall be sleeping, some glad day,
When her hosts come back to dwell
In their old, familiar way.

I shall live, alas! no more
In some distant April hour,
When the Spring finds wide her door,
Calling leaf, and bloom, and flower.

I shall sleep--but I shall dream
In my home beneath the ground,
And my slumbering heart shall teem
With its visions deep, profound.

I shall know, ere you will guess
(Though with life I have no part),
What new golden loveliness
Stirs within the old earth's heart.

I shall hear the first soft sound
When the Spring is born anew,
And rejoice, beneath the ground,
At the bliss to come to you.

And the dreams that I shall dream,
In that Spring when I am dead,
May arise until they seem
Blossoms white and blossoms red!

poem by Charles Hanson Towne
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I Know I Am But Summer To Your Heart

I know I am but summer to your heart,
And not the full four seasons of the year;
And you must welcome from another part
Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear.
No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell
Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing;
And I have loved you all too long and well
To carry still the high sweet breast of Spring.
Wherefore I say: O love, as summer goes,
I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums,
That you may hail anew the bird and rose
When I come back to you, as summer comes.
Else will you seek, at some not distant time,
Even your summer in another clime.

poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Cora

Of Cora, once so dearly ours,
Would mournful memory sing;
Of how she came when came the flowers,
To leave us with the spring.
That day (returned) which gave her breath
Was that whereon she died,
And o’er the pangs of birth and death
Passed blooming as a bride.

The spring it came, with never a storm,
And nine times came and went,
Till its whole spirit with her form
In budding beauty blent.

Yea, till its sentiment was wreathed
About her eye it came,
And all its foregone influence breathed
At mention of her name.

And aye her soul, her inward worth,
Flushed out in subtle glows,
As from its heart come mantling forth
The ardours of a rose.

It was a glory from within
That made her face so fair,
A radiant spirit void of sin
Was working outward there.

Her locks as they were burnished shone
In many a massy fold,
Or fell in their profusion down
Like bursting sheaves of gold.

Bright garments of a spirit bright,
That even in the shroud
Were like the sunset’s aureate light
Within a lifeless cloud.

When she, our angel of the sun,
Had spread her wings in flight,
Ah, still would mournful memory sing
Of her, our lost delight!

Child with full orbs of heaven-deep blue
Illumined violet,
So richly gentle—touched with dew,
Befringed with glossy jet.

When with the spring we saw depart
Those eyes, those tresses curled,
Then summer dying in love’s heart,
To winger left the world.

Ah, soul that wore the snowy brow,
And gentle shining eyes,
Our song hath aye this burden now
Beneath the vernal skies.

In vain the dews of heaven are shed
Where blight hath been before;
So vainly weep we o’er the dead,
But only weep the more.

Yet from the bright time of her birth
And death, does faith construe
How, like the spring, though not on earth,
Our joy shall bloom anew.

poem by Charles Harpur
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Start Anew

Ive been so alone
Aint no fun since youve been gone cryin on the phone
Youre the one
I got to fly to you
I got to get to you somehow
Our love is tried and true
Im a believer now
Im still high on you
Now were through the hardest part
Open your heart, and lets start anew
Let your angel baby bring you a dream
I cant wait now, baby, to spread these wings
(its only you that can)
Make my grey skies electric blue
Kiss these bad times goodbye and lets start anew
Whyd I let you go say so long?
Thought I was strong (yes I thought I was strong, baby)
Baby now I know, I was wrong. I want to fly to you
Make it up to you somehow
Reach for the sky with you
And never come back down
Im still high on you
Now were through the hardest part
Open your heart, and lets start anew

song performed by by Janet Jackson
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The Marigolds

The Spring is in her prime now and the lovely marigold
Are blooming in the blackwood shade so lovely to behold
On a warm day in October close to thirty degrees
With the sun glowing in the blue sky and warmth in the breeze
In the breeze the marigold are nodding in their beautiful golden flowers
They came to bloom in the early Spring in the cool September showers
A gift from Mother Nature for to look at and enjoy
I have loved Nature's beauty ever since i was a boy
Such marvellous things of beauty that Nature does create
Though most of Nature's wonders have their own use by date
A sunny day in October warm for the time of year
And the songbirds in the parkland sound melodious and clear
And partly lit by the sunshine in the shade of the blackwood trees
The beautiful golden marigold are nodding in the breeze.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Australia to England

By all the deeds to Thy dear glory done,
By all the life blood spilt to serve Thy need,
By all the fettered lives Thy touch hath freed,
By all Thy dream in us anew begun;
By all the guerdon English sire to son
Hath given of highest vision, kingliest deed,
By all Thine agony, of God decreed
For trial and strength, our fate with Thine is one.

Still dwells Thy spirit in our hearts and lips,
Honour and life we hold from none but thee
And if we live Thy pensioners no more
But seek a nation's might of men and ships,
'Tis but that when the world is black with war
Thy sons may stand beside Thee strong and free.

poem by Archibald Thomas Strong
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Sonnets of the Empire: Australia to England

By all the deeds to Thy dear glory done,
By all the life blood spilt to serve Thy need,
By all the fettered lives Thy touch hath freed,
By all Thy dream in us anew begun;
By all the guerdon English sire to son
Hath given of highest vision, kingliest deed,
By all Thine agony, of God decreed
For trial and strength, our fate with Thine is one.

Still dwells Thy spirit in our hearts and lips,
Honour and life we hold from none but thee
And if we live Thy pensioners no more
But seek a nation's might of men and ships,
'Tis but that when the world is black with war
Thy sons may stand beside Thee strong and free.

poem by Archibald Thomas Strong
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Germinal

Welcome, welcome glorious March
Whose soggy kiss we yearn
To turn the days of darkness bright
And hearld spring's return
Let warming rain turn winter's grip awry
And thaw the frozen land
That life anew will bloom once more
When coax'd by April's hand
Oh sweet May with colours bold
Proclaiming spring's demise
As summer gently o'er takes
The flowerly portrait before our eyes
How I love the songs of spring
Merry tunes to one and all
Whom to winter is a blight
And lament the end of fall
So let budding spring abate clouds of gloom
As sunlight clears the way
For nature to revive again
The glad approach of summer days

poem by John A. Hancock
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Deaths Projections

When the heavens change, stars re arrange themselves
Upon the blanket sky. From the hollows of the mountain comes
The herald of Our Mother, tears frozen in her eyes.

The destruction of Eden
Is the deconstruction of the soul
Without our mother natures nurture
How can we ever come to grow?

I’m not here to represent
That which has already been presented
In the form of Our Lady the Earth.

Eden weaves the summer leaves
As brothers green breathe in life anew.
Summers gone, the Autumn come
There’re no more skies of mellow blue.
With Winter comes crisp virgin snow
Capping the valleys height.
Summers gone, it’s been too long
It’s still so far out of sight.
From deaths projections bend the expectations
Of a shadow shifting in moods.

The greatest irony man has ever known is to deny his creation
By use of a will that hath grown as it hath flourished through the years.

poem by David Lacey
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My Blue Rain

Let my blue rain to hold your green of life
And save it from the cruel summer heat
We need so much, my love, to be alive
More than the dying body needs its blood.

We keep so deep in our hearts the crave,
That crave of love awaiting for its gleaming
In our Elysian dream like a soul in a grave
That colored dream engrossed by its deep meaning.

The light of our eyes is shadowed by the gray
Those clouds of suffering, clouds of awakening
Our souls need to rejoice while we need to pray
And our blissfulness is only love uplifting.

Our springs and winters are crowned and entwined
White snow gives all the glow to the exploding green
While green inside the glow of white is hidden
And life is pronged up by spring breeze like a queen.

A curve of silence as deep as a cascade of screams,
Effervescent as globs of foams filling the unwanted void,
Surrounds the green of nature, the rainbow sparkly gleams
Can these divine riches of nature be destroyed?

poem by Marieta Maglas
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The Budding

The budding.
A rebirth of a season missed.
Spring arrives to lift spirits high.
Clear blue skies are witnessed...
As white clouds drift.

The budding.
Of flowers and grass and the leaves,
On Oak, Maple and Birch Trees.
Welcomes a lilting done of wind,
Introducing a Spring breeze to ease...
With a life that seems to be enjoyed again.

The budding.
Of familiar love known,
Yet hibernated in the Winter...
Amidst snow drifts.

And we smile and laugh and again forget,
That stress we welcomed to separate us...
From identifying those blessings,
That surrounds us to reach for complete happiness.
To explore and experience all of nature's treasures.

As Spring awakens with a freshness it brings.
With the budding, the blooming and the joy!
As Spring awakens with a freshness it brings.
With the budding, the blooming and the joy!
As Spring awakens with a freshness it brings.
With the budding.
The blooming done.
And the joy!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rainbow

I live at one of those Grey Clouds
Not really know that I am lifeless

I heard people talking about rainbow,
They’d met each other, always in a happy occasion
I wish I met the rainbow myself
Then perhaps I would know,
What the people say is not true
That there is no thing such rainbow,
That could make people’s eyes glittering
In Blue color of the sky
In Green color of the valley
In Red color of the blood
In Yellow color of the sun

I am belongs to the Grey Clouds
I Love Grey, as it is all the color I have in life

Then one day, at the ticking time of my ordinary Grey-day
I see something really bright,
With the scent of a precious flower I’d lost in the mist
For a moment I’m overwhelmed
Then I took a step further…
Away from something so beautiful, that wasn’t Grey
But the figure reveal and I stranded there
I Never learn that there are many color one’s could posses

Day goes by,
The Grey Cloud is the latest place I’d like to be
It was the rainbow…
Holding me and warm me
With a lot of bunch of dream in my empty mind
Dream I never knew
Dream I never dare to explore
The forbidden dream for my Grey outfit
I’m content with joys,
The first time I ever feel grand to face my life
My heart reflecting the color of rainbow
Blue for the peace soul
Green for the new beginning
Red for the faith
Yellow for a bright hope

Not very long
The thunder strikes,
The lightning burned my rainbow
All was Grey again
The rainbow gone away
Prefer to have a quite-smooth journey with all its color

While the thunder sent me here
Back to the Grey Clouds

poem by Niken Kusuma Wardani
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Dunes

oh! man. remember the day when you are born, the sky that
twinkle in your eyes, as the sea breeze, in the dunes of sand,
tranquil, in the luminous pavement of water beneath your
mother's tear

you have chatter the fears of death, of which the stings of pain,
labour in the weary sweat of your father hand has come to sprout
like orchards green of graves in the blue sky in your mother
dream

a dunes, that whisper the cool olive oil in the green leaves of
summer in the meadow of oasis of desert from the storm in the,
night of the skies, waiting to capture the smiling faces of your
loved father and mother cribs

like a cheddar, full of tasted cream of cheese, in every tongue,
awaits to capture the aroma of judgment in our hearts, so
especial, that every wind calls our spirit to mingle every direction
it brings

each pieces of sand, leads us to a place, where the emptied
soul, find its meaning of being one in the darkness of uncertainty
a call for, to follow the segment of our life in the course of nature
tranquility

life is what we make it, a wind that redirect us to focus ourselves,
the dunes of where we have to follow, where the cooled wind,
will brings to the sea of life everlasting

' let the dunes be, a dunes to other in the great blue ocean of God'

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poem by Antonio Liao
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Eternity! Thy Time Is Young

Eternity! Thy time is young
Alike the kiss of serpent tongue
Your mother’s sleeping by the bay
Adorned in the last light of the day.
A lonely Oak hath fallen near
A nearby Satyr sheds a tear
Still he laughs on through the year
For he knows that death is life anew.

Through clouds of dank obscurity
The nature of reality
Is known to die and then to be
A circle of eternity

Love! For thy time is young
Love beneath a golden sun
Bless the meadows, blessed be
That I should find my love in thee
O maiden fair, O maiden dear
Hear my heart, my heart is clear
Through mists of dank obscurity
I adorn my love in clarity.
Beatific visions at first surreal
Reveal to me the way I feel
Turn within eternity
Turn within the wheel.

poem by David Lacey
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Hurrah! It's Spring

Many birds are harboring in the trees,
Hurrah! It must be Spring.
Their presence is highly gratifying
As the song birds begin to sing.
I have endured the long, dreary Winter,
And cherish the Spring season anew,
Excited to bid a cordial welcome
To the unclouded sky of light blue.
And so with each passing day,
It seems I encounter a new surprise,
As picturesque wonders of Spring
Are manifested before my eyes.

poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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