Dreamland
Whispers of memories
Prismatic moments
Waving to no one
From a speeding train
Smiles ringed by haloes
Clouds shredded in torment
Standing nude and alone
Drenched in inky black rain
Flash of lightning
Crackle of thunder
Shards of crystal
Piercing my brain
Remnants dim, of recollection
Skittering off to hiding places
Leaving disjointed images…
Sparse, puzzling traces
Awakening! …Bewilderment!
Details scatter, to vanish
As water glides silkily
Down dream’s endless drain
Turn over, sweat drenched pillow
Make futile efforts to remember….and then
Sleep creeps anew from it’s cryptic keep
And It’s back to dreamland again
poem by David Whalen
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We Keep You Going
not just me
but we, we keep you going
riding on that train
the images meeting you
in a flash
of lightning
without the sound
of muscular thunder
the white wings
of solitude
heigtened in your haiku
the clouds of the
dry land
the rain trying to
make a new river
on that dry
bed
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Alone On A Stormy Night
flashes of lightning
roaring thunder
heavy rains and
flooded highways
the street lights are off.
there is total darkness
the strong straight light of the car
guides me towards home.
i park the car beside the
the house. I get out and
open the front door.
winds blowing stronger
the veranda is drenched
the gutter with leaves
overflows with water.
i open the door of my room.
undress myself and wipe my body.
i am dry. Silent. Uncomplaining.
i am finally alone.
I decided not to argue. Not to think.
Relax. Sleep. Dream.
Too much reason, too many arguments
When what i need is only this pillow
This blanket,
A window closed. A safe house.
A glass of water perhaps. But later.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Would You?
if i made love to you with words,
would your breath quicken?
would your heart race?
would the moan of the wind
excite you, make you tremble?
would you see me in the shadows?
if i made love to you with rain,
would you stand in it till
you were drenched?
would you take off your clothes,
let the water run down your body?
would you kiss the clouds that bring?
embrace the lightning?
ride the great peels of thunder?
if i made love to you with stillness,
would you lay forever,
listening, panting, dissolving?
would you give that up
which you have never given?
would you wrap yourself
in the arms of darkness,
and wait with the mountains
for the coming light?
would you?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Unbuckling From That Tight Thick Strap
On my back,
I see you casting shadows.
And picnicing under rain drenched clouds.
Can't you see I know that?
Can't you see me unloosening that hold.
And.
You gon' git off my back.
I've had it with stress to digest traps.
You gon' git off my back.
I like the blues...
But sitting in a groove to finger pop,
And toe tap...
In 'slo-mo'?
No.
That ain't me no more.
I'm snatchin' you from where you are,
And throwing your...
Intentions,
Out the door.
Can't you see me unloosening that hold.
And unbuckling from that tight thick strap.
You gon' git off my back.
I've had it with stress to digest traps,
Like that.
For too long!
On my back,
I see you casting shadows.
And picnicing under rain drenched clouds.
Can't you see I know that?
Can't you see...
You are not a habit,
I will get adapted to...
And allow it to get established?
No!
You gon' git off my back.
I like the blues...
But sitting in a groove to finger pop,
And toe tap...
In 'slo-mo'?
Those days are gone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Storm...
i remember
i did not stop the car
as i brace myself
for the well announced
storm
large drops of rain
hitting the windshield
there is no
road visible
lightning and thunder
hitting the trees
with a flash of
ghostly images
i was always
ready
i had no one
and no one
had me....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Special
It isnt what it used to be
I wake up every night
On the stairs
Waiting for the dawn to come
Every drop of wine
You can be my time
Only tomorrow knows
Why do we beg when we can borrow
This time we knew
No more or less
Theres nothing left
It was always special
It was like water down the drain
Im intoxicated
Every time I hear your name
I try to remember
But nothing is the same
It wasnt that I didnt try
Its not the kind of thing, that you buy
Written in my destiny
Life is but a dream
Covered by the sky
Stop saying that youre calling time
Look at your life before you start on mine
Im not the kind of person that you need
Im sick of trying
I mean that its over
It was always special
It was like water down the drain
Im intoxicated
Every time I hear your name
I try to remember
But nothing is the same
It was always special
It was like water down the drain
Patiently you wait for me
Youre so blind
I thought it couldnt be
Then changed my mind
Drowning in the endless sea
Line all those lines
The traces of your memory
Dont belong with mine
song performed by by New Order
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What Makes the Clouds Echo Roar
What makes the clouds echo roar?
As thunder, makes it's pitch
dark and dreary, becomes the sky
What makes the clouds echo roar?
As the sky opens up, and it begins to pour,
no where to run, no where to hide, as I,
head for cover, and still wonder,
what makes the clouds echo roar?
I look around, and see a door
swiftly as a rabbit, I reach there,
I'm really drenched, and still I ask,
What makes the clouds echo roar?
I shake off the water, on to the floor
the rain has stopped now, as I ask once again,
what makes the clouds echo roar?
do you know what? It dosn't really matter anymore.
Tonight, Am In Love With The Rain
Tonight, am in love with the rain
The beating sound on my window pane
The howling wind, the dripping water
Man and beast seeking shelter
Am in love with the flashing light
The roaring thunder deep in the night
Am wondering how frightening it would be
To meet a storm in the open sea
Am in love with pools and puddles
Splashing water and the ripples
And waving wipers of cars driving by
Lighted images of raindrops from the sky
Am in love with cold water on my feet
As i take a walk on the empty street
And i love to have a bath in the rain
To melt away this lingering strain
But i dont always love the rain!
Sometimes, it brings memories of yesterdays pain
And my thoughts would mingle for too long
With the tune of the its mournful song
Sometimes, it brings the thoughts of storms at sea
And that fearsome waves that benumb me
And i, standing, wondering how
I sailed through her fiercest jaw
Sometimes, it brings the thought of death,
Which is the curse upon all birth
And reminding me how times fly
And how one day all flesh shall lie
Tonight my emotions are running deep
With things that make me laugh and weep
Tonight, here in my dingy room
I see flashes of gloom and bloom
My age long fears, are muffled by the pelting rain
And my common tears flushed down the drain
Tonight, am in love with the rain
And its beats on my window pane! !
poem by Okonkwo Osamedua. Allen
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Morning and Memories
She had managed to get out
and met you by the pond
where you had been waiting
and the morning air was fresh
and the birds were in song
and the flowers around the pond
were colourful
and she sat beside you
and said
Had to sneak out
the back way
before my mother
gave me chores
and anyway
it's too nice a day
to be stuck indoors
and she looked at you
and smiled her bright smile
and you said
Glad you came
don't like being here
unless you're with me
it reminds me of you
this place
us being here together
and she said
Remember that time
we were here
and the rain came down
and we got drenched
and had to run to the barn
and shelter
and we were warm
and looked at each other
and then she stopped
and looked at the pond
and at the ducks there
and the bright morning sky
and you said
Yes that was a time to remember
and do you remember
that mouse that ran over your leg
and you screamed
and it echoed
around the barn
as if you were being murdered
and she laughed
and put her head
on your shoulder
and said
I can't help it
if mice frighten me
and you sensed her head
against you
and wanted that moment
like all moments with her
never to end
but some how
to always to be there
memories and moments
and feelings
and the ducks
and the smell
of the morning air
always to be in my mind
and always to be there.
poem by Terry Collett
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Train
Writers: leo sayer & david courtney
Running through my life
Like a river, like a song
Train keeps pushing me
Right back to the place where I belong...
Back along the tracks
Fly a million years
Right across my path
Train moves on ringing in my ears...
Come on board
Come on board
Train, oh train, take me back, again
I remember, I remember, take me back
Train, oh train, the journey ends and starts again
I remember, I remember, I remember
Ive been up all night trying to get this down
Now Im hallucinating
Staring at the wall look what Im creating...
Look at the clock Im twelve hours old
So many more remain
Way up ahead I know I see a train...
Come on board
Come on board
Train, oh train, all those memories, all over again
I remember, I remember, take me back
Train, oh train, the journey ends and starts again
I remember, I remember, I remember
Waited on the station all day
Just to see a glimpse of the morning train
Just to see the wheels turning round
Blowing up steam,
See what I mean,
You see what I mean...
song performed by by Leo Sayer
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Never to be trapped In negative thoughts
Nothing was going right
Success not to be seen
Failure all around
The world looked like hell
Everybody, a devil
I was sad and depressed
Unable to sleep
I took a pill
Don’t remember
When the eyes closed?
I was going deep
In an unexplored black hole
The journey seemed endless
Didn’t know when it shall end?
I began to fear
Remembered god
Get me out of the mess
Then, I saw ray of light
Felt as if
The journey was come to its end
I heard a voice
Which woke me from my sleep?
Drenched in perspiration
I opened my eyes
Mother standing on my side
Her hands in my hair
Her eyes wet
Don’t worry, she said
Have faith in god and belief in your self
Everything will be all right
My fear gone
Full of hope
I got up from the bed
With greater determination
To work harder for my goal
Never to be trapped
In negative thoughts
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Futile
assimilate the night
they cut into your brain
they crack apart the skull
and stick the wires in
the computer releationship
a flame into the flesh
a cut into the brain
a cut runs in your face
you can't believe your head
you can't believe your eyes
nobody can escape
the futile assesment
the futile assesment
oh, futile
we're futile
futile
you're futile
futile religion
futile expression
your futile aggression
a futile obsession
oh, futile assasination
you'll faulter
your generation
your immoral futile assimilation
expressionation
annihilation
song performed by by Velvet Acid Christ
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The Thunder Cracks In The Gray Sky
The thunder cracks in the gray sky and the rain it is bucketing down
Above the high and dry and bare paddocks by the river that flows by the town
On those paddocks that need heaps of rain it has been awhile since they were green
This countryside is looking dry 'tis as dry as it ever has been
His feathers soaked wet from the rain the magpie flutes on the blackwood tree
From it's drenched leaves the rain drips and drips by the river that flows to the sea
To the river adown the bare hill the water in rivulets run
As soon as the rain will have stopped they will quickly dry out in the sun
The Summer has been warm and dry and the long range weather forecast is for a dry Fall
An hour of heavy thunder rain of little use though better than nothing at all
For months the farmers have been praying for rain their prayers in part answered today
But the sun shines across the brown hills and the rain clouds are clearing away
And the magpie shakes his feathers dry and no rain drops left to drip from the trees
And white butterflies flitting about in the sunshine and feshening breeze.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Get-together At Midnights
Roar abates,
My ocean is serene like sleep.
Dream renovates
The inmost shore, where often they gather.
Love deepens,
So all come, breaking open the lids.
Dream livens,
So the dead wake up like midnight flowers.
Dad smiles,
My childhood returns from its grave.
He hails,
But the words collide and scatter in.
Blue midnight…………..
Cat eyed girl creeps like snake on the shore.
Dreamy midnight…………
Grandma retells on, but feels fatigue never.
Fireflies fly,
Then vanish with midnights to come again.
All die,
And disappear, but all die never.
poem by Fabiyas M V
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Memories
Where do our memories go when we can’t remember?
Do they go down the endless pit of a memory drain,
or have they been misplaced, sidelined, or lost,
or are they somewhere waiting to be found again?
Or do they go into the brains memory shredder
where the less used memories become deleted.
Could eventually all our memories go in there
leaving our memory completely depleted?
poem by Orlando Belo
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Velvet Thunder and Summer Rain
There was nothing in the eyes which revealed to her
where they had looked before, whom they had laid upon,
what kiss they had seen, what heart they had traversed.
She peered closer because his head was turned to one side and she
looked for something in the stance therefore, in the hands moving
which might tell the story of their wanderings, their placements
upon what and whom, at what hours of the day or night,
what perfumed scents they might possess, whose mouth
even they might have tasted, plying aside gentle lips, placing
cherries there from the jubiliee.
It was not that he, once turned would look upon her, he might not notice her at all and that was as well giving her the advantage of the unobserved observer, the secret admirer hiding in plain sight, the moment about to strike if fate allowed and thus when, she thought when when he finally turns there will be dumbfounded first moments when strangers meet and fix there as though they had known each other all their lives.
He was that person, even from behind profile she knew, even if all she had seen was profile, he would be unknown but known, a lightning bolt crackling dash to the ground seeking to wed cloud and earth, she was earth of course, because lightning strikes up.
His head froze because the charged air made him aware that some ones energy was there, behind him, drawing him and recognizing that made him pause and slow motion, stop his conversation, cock his head and start to turn, turn to see what manner of human force was drawing him round, demanding that he face its source.
She froze as well, up to her full height anticipation to see what the face she had never fully seen, was to see in her seeing him.
Tuned both, electrifying as an unveiling of art figures, widening eyes as both edged toward full view, shards of emotions starting to chain the event not yet fully realized to moments glow, where anticipation pregnant is slowly, deliciously at the brim, as he suddenly, oh so suddenly, was at her side, a voice rolling through her like velvet thunder inquiring,
'Don't I know you? '
He had been drawn to her as inexorably summer rain, drenched with her even before he fell in beside her, too close already for clear thinking, but a sort of wedding of silent spirits even before the words came.
And they came huskier than husky because that was the feeling.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Thunder And Lightning
THUNDER AND LIGHTNING I thought it was love
That hurt so bad,
But all of this time I was a fool being had.
Now it's the last stop for you, baby,
On my gravy train.
Well, I don't understand
How I could be so short of memory,
How I could just leave my pride in the rain.
No more thunder and lightning.
Nobody's gonna wrap me 'round their finger.
No more thunder and lightning.
Ain't gonna let you treat me like a prisoner.
You played with my mind,
Baby, much too long.
You played with my head
Until all feelin' was gone.
Now I'm out of patience and money,
And my heart is numb.
You kept me in the dark,
But now I finally see some daylight.
I've got a chance.
I'm gonna run, baby, run.
No more thunder and lightning.
Nobody's gonna wrap me 'round their finger.
No more thunder and lightning.
Ain't gonna let you treat me like a prisoner.
Nobody's gonna pull this thing back together.
It's too far out of hand.
If you wanna give it one more try,
Try it with another man.
[Guitar Interlude]
No more thunder and lightning.
Nobody's gonna wrap me 'round their finger.
No more thunder and lightning.
Ain't gonna let you treat me like a prisoner.
[Repeat Chorus]
song performed by by Richard Marx
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You Change...So Do Places
You change…so do places
You get older…as places do too
You look about for familiar faces
But only memory’s ghost looks back at you
You see the places…places in the heart
You hear long gone voices from the past
You still seem.. and yearn to be a part
Of memories that seem… to fade so fast
Fleeting touch…soft brush of lips
Memories of young love, breath held in wonder
Soft gentle touch of tender finger tips
Young hearts aflame, emotions torn asunder
That old red wagon, that very first snow
The big hill where we coasted, now seems so small
the old homestead stood here…where did it go?
It’s been replaced with a cold, soulless mall
Yes, you change…and yes, so do places
You yearn to recapture those memories of the past
To find bits and pieces…shards and traces
Memories…young love…not meant to last
You can imagine that old white home
from way back then…
Hear familiar voices …
echo in the wind, my friend
Yes…It Seems as if it was just yesterday
But you know… that it was way back then
And down deep you know…there just ain’t no way
You can really ever… go back home again
poem by David Whalen
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Summer Rain
Whispering our goodbyes
Waiting for a train
I was dancing with my baby
In the summer rain
I can hear him saying
Nothing will change
Come dancing with me baby
In the summer rain
I remember the rain on our skin
And his kisses hotter than the
Santa ana winds
Whispering our goodbyes
Waiting for a train
I was dancing with my baby
In the summer rain
I remember laughing til we almost cried
(there at station that night)
I remember looking in his eyes
Oh my love, its you and that I dream of
Oh my love, since that day
Somewhere in my heart Im always
Dancing with you in the summer rain
Doesnt matter what I do now
Doesnt matter what I say
Somewhere in my heart Im always
Dancing with you in the summer rain
I can hear the whistle
Military train
I was dancing with my baby
In the summer rain
I can here him singing
Ooh love is strange
Come dance with me baby
In the summer rain
I remember the rain pouring down
And we poured our hearts out
As the train pulled out
I can see my baby
Waving from the train
It was last time that I saw him
In the summer rain
Every time I see the lightening
Every time I hear the thunder
Every time I close the window
When this happens in the summer
Oh the night is so inviting
I can feel that you are so close
I can feel you when the wind blows
Blows right through my heart
Every night and every day now
Though I know youve gone away
Somewhere in my heart Im always
Dancing with you in the summer rain
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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The Tortoise In Keystone Heights
When I knew, it was raining.
Winter in decline. I was tired.
You in your soaked shirt diffused
into the western sky bulging with clouds,
speeding cars a few feet away—
why would they not slow down?
Though afternoon, a slip of moon
busied itself with rising,
and it had to mean something.
If only the moon were not out.
You shoveled the crushed tortoise
and her eggs off the highway into the dirt.
Those soft, white eggs.
This is how I love you:
drenched with Florida rain
and looking like hell,
Florida itself a hell,
the moonlit rain a rain of fire.
poem by Deborah Ager
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