If you can see it... be it
See the lines on time worn faces
Be the veins in Autumn’s leaves
See the crowd…be the spaces
See the clover…be the bees
See the shore… misty places
Be the sand, cleansed by the seas
Tell us of the intrinsic traces
While we listen at your knees
See the world…give us a look
Through your eyes…be a book
poem by David Whalen
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Spade
The beauty spot was borrowed
Now my sweet knife rusts tomorrow
I'm a confession that is waiting to be heard
Burn your empty rain down on me
Whisper your deathbeat so softly
We bend our knees at the alter of my ego
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
All my lilies' mouths are open, like they're begging for dope and hoping
their bitter petal chant, "we can kick, you wont be back"
Im a diamond that is tired, of all the faces i've aquired, we must secure the shadow ere the substance fades
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
And we said 'til we die
And we said 'til we die
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
And we said 'til we die
And we said 'til we die
song performed by by Marilyn Manson
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Tracks, Trails, Lines and pages
Tracks in forests… of woodland creatures
Trails of shooting stars in summer skies
Tracks of rockets o’er bloody battlefields
Traces of wrinkles round wizened eyes
Lines of wisdom on wrinkled faces
Lines of ants upon the floor
Lines of prose on parchment pages
Lines of carts inside the stores
Pages of life, inside old diarys
Pages dog-eared to mark the places
Pages filled with tales sad and fiery
Pages filled with empty spaces
poem by David Whalen
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Knees Of My Bees
we share a culture same vernacular
love of physical humor and time spent alone
you with your penchant for spontaneous events
for sticky and raspy, unearthed and then gone
you are a gift promised sent with a wink
with tendencies for conversations that raise bars
you are a sage who is fueled by compassion
comes to nooks and crannies, is bound for all stars
you make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle
you make the knees of my bees weak
you are a spirit that knows of no limit
that knows of no ceiling who baulks at dead-ends
you are a wordsmith who cares for his brothers
not seduced by illusions of fair-weather friends
you make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle
you make the knees of my bees weak
you are a vision who lives by the signals of
stomach and intuition as your guide
you are a sliver of god on a platter
who walks what he talks and who cops when hes lied
you make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle
you make the knees of my bees weak
you make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle
you make the knees of my bees weak
you make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle
you make the knees of my bees weak
song performed by by Alanis Morissette
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Until That Day
War visits
too many places
traces blood markings
upon too many generations
War arrives
as old men decide
just where and when
to send young men to die
War leaves
too many faces
wearing traces of scars
which worm their way inward
then persist to endure as long as men live
because old men required young men should give
greater share than their bodies and minds had to spare
War will persist
as long as old men insist
So will war visit, again and again
Till the day young men decide it must end
and turn their guns instead - on those old men
poem by Mary Havran
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Pavements
there are traces on the pavements
there are eyes on the pavements
sadly looking at us
pavements are like history on strata and decaying leaves
there are booksful of words on the pavements
on the pavements
there are faces
ı haVE BEEN ACquı Nted with
looking at me lonely and sadly
the pavements look as they have come from above
and constructed there
on the pavements
there are many memories carved
there are lonely traces on the pavements
there are eyes on the pavements
we tread on
ı have acquinted with... faces look at me sadly and lonely
the pavements must have drunk from various waters
from many sourCes and fountains
who guesses who passed and gone on this pavements?
there are traces on the pavements
there are faces on the pavements
looking at me..lonely and sadly
when ı walk
and stroll on them lonely and slowly and slowly
Ali TÜRK KESKİ N Translatı on Metin SAHİ N
poem by Metin Sahin
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George Edmunds' Song
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around he here;
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
How like the hopes of childhood's day,
Thick clust'ring on the bough!
How like those hopes in their decay-
How faded are they now!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around me here;
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
Wither'd leaves, wither'd leaves, that fly before the gale:
Withered leaves, withered leaves, ye tell a mournful tale,
Of love once true, and friends once kind,
And happy moments fled:
Dispersed by every breath of wind,
Forgotten, changed, or dead!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around me here!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
poem by Charles Dickens
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Tiny Love Spaces
I dont care if you leave your name after the beep.
Dont care if those are promises you intend to keep.
Cause lovers are just shadows that disappear with the light
And my happiness dont depend on if you come tonight.
Ahoh-oh oh
I dont think that youre cheap
I dont expect anything
You dont gotta leave what time you called on my machine.
Cause being in love just means calling places
When you cant afford the bill
Cause we all got these tiny love spaces that we need to fill
Ohoh oo
Filling up tiny love spaces
Getting lost inside of insatiable mazes
Looking for heroes in worn-out faces
Looking for a great big love in tiny places
You wake up, its the next morning
Put my high-powered columbian crystals in the coffee machine
Read the newspaper, drink six cups of cofee, listen to mozarts fifth
Do most anything not to hear the phone ring
Oh oo ooooo
And I dont mind that youre emotionally blind
Dont care if Im someone you want to see
You dont got to leave your number for me.
Cause I do not need your gosh-darn phone calls telling me how you feel
I only just need to make love to tell me that Im real
Cause we all got these tiny love spaces that we need to fill ohoh oooo
Transcribed by tom proven
song performed by by Jewel
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Go Tell The Drummer Man
Silver drums, rhythms that he hums
Waltzing dogs, that come when he calls
Plans for one he keeps in a coffer
What can I offer, I dont know
Can I bring him love words to sing him
Like some foolish magi
Ill be gone and words in a song
Wont even last till sunrise
Go tell the drummer man
The time glass is out of sand
Ask him to understand
And wait for me, and wait for me
Streets and parks
Waltzes in the dark
Lovers now, when time will allow
An afternoon, the kind to believe in
Why am I leaving? I dont know
Distant places, just empty spaces
Till we are together
What can I bring, time leaves me nothing
I wonder will it ever.
Go tell the drummer man
The time glass is out of sand
Ask him to understand
And wait for me, and wait for me
Silver birds fly away like words
In the wind, and soon Ill be in
Another world
The land of without him
Whats it about, this other world
Go tell the drummer man
The time glass is out of sand
Ask him to understand
And wait for me, and wait for me
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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To My Fairy Fancies
NAY, no longer I may hold you,
In my spirit's soft caresses,
Nor like lotus-leaves enfold you
In the tangles of my tresses.
Fairy fancies, fly away
To the white cloud-wildernesses,
Fly away!
Nay, no longer ye may linger
With your laughter-lighted faces,
Now I am a thought-worn singer
In life's high and lonely places.
Fairy fancies, fly away,
To bright wind-inwoven spaces,
Fly away!
poem by Sarojini Naidu
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Ten Thousand Men A Day
All the world was wearying,
All the world was sad;
Everything was shadow-filled;
Things were going bad.
Then a rumour stirred all hearts
As a wind stirs trees-
Ten thousand men a day
Coming over seas!
Soon we saw them marching by-
God! what a sight!-
Shoulders back, and heads erect,
Faces full of light.
Smiling like a morn in May,
Moving like a breeze,
Ten thousand men a day
Coming over seas.
Weary soldiers worn with war
Lifted up their eyes,
Shadows seemed to lift a bit,
Dawn was in the skies.
Hope sprang to troubled hearts,
Strength to tired knees:
Ten thousand men a day
Were coming over seas.
France and England swarmed with them,
Khaki-clad and young,
Filled with all the joy of life-
Into line they swung.
Waning valour rose anew
At the sight of these
Ten thousand men a day
Coming over seas.
Still they come-and still they come
In their strength and pride.
Victory with radiant mien
Marches on beside.
Victory is here to stay,
Every heart agrees,
With ten thousand men a day
Coming over seas.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Been Around The World
Hey yeah hmmmm
Well its been four lonely days and three lonely nights
Looking for my baby but shes nowhere in sight
See Ive traveled far and wide
Seen the finest places
What does it all amount to, when theres no familiar faces
[chorus:]
See Ive been around the world and i
I cant find my lover
Been around the world and i
I dont know where she can be
Been around the world and i
I cant find my lover
Been around the world and i
And I cant even find myself
Hey yeah
Oh oh
Well I dont know where I am
And I dont know who Im with
All Im hanging on to is that loving that you give
You see Ive lost my sense of time
And I got no direction
Sending out a signal
Been trying to get your attention
[chorus:]
See Ive been around the world and i
I cant find my lover
Been around the world and i
I dont know where she can be
Been around the world and i
I cant find my lover
Been around the world and i
I cant even find myself
Hey you know what Im talking about
I aint the only one whos feeling down and out
No, theres no spaces they clutter up my mind
Those wonderful traces
Suddenly theres no place I can find
My lover my lover
My lover my lover
Yeah yeah ohh
See Ive been around the world and i
I cant find my - my lover my lover
Been around
I cant even find myself
[chorus:]
See Ive been around the world and i
I cant find my lover
Been around the world and i
I dont know where she can be
Been around the world and i
I cant find my lover
Been around the world and i
I dont know where she can be
See Ive been around the world and i
I cant find my lover
Been around the world and i
I dont know where she can be
Been around the world and i
I cant find my lover
Been around the world and i
I cant even find myself
Well its been four lonely days and three lonely nights
Looking for my baby but shes nowhere in sight
song performed by by O-town
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When I See Autumn
I see autumn in dancing leaves.
I see autumn in words of poets.
I listen the breeze of autumn in your heart beat.
Which touches my heart when I hug you softly.
I fly in autumn higher and higher.
With a zig zag flow the more I get lighter.
I taste the fruits gifted by trees.
Celebrating and sharing the blessings of autumn.
If you search me please do it soon.
I may get lost in the bushes of autumn.
I get green and green with orange purple flowers.
When the leaves all around me give me the showers.
I dance with the chanting sparrows.
I forget all of my sorrows.
I get lost, lost and lost in the arms of God.
I become numb and dumb when I see autumn.
This poem I write in response of Seema Choudhary's poem 'Beauty of Autumn' and I give her the credit.
poem by Ramesh Kavdia
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Faces
Key:-a - anita r - ray
A: look around you
What do those faces tell you?
R: faces, joy and pain
A: faces
All around different faces I see
Some are happy, some in misery
They express joy and pain
No two faces are the same.
R: people, people all over town
Some of them are poor and others wear a crown
Ive seen alot of many faces
Joy and pain in different places
Open your mind, set yourself free
Figure it out, what could it be?
Sympathise, understand
Give love and peace to the other fellow man
A: faces
R: faces, joy and pain
A: look around you
Do you see those faces
What do those faces tell you
A: everywhere I go, different faces I see
A: faces
All around different faces I see
Some are happy, some in misery
They express joy and pain
No two faces are the same.
R: playing with your life, playing with your soul
You all scream out Im the one in control
Killing of the colours, silly stupid games
You know who you are without no names
Dont mess the world cause that the sequal
Open your mind cause we talking about the people
In the world, all kind of places
Different races, different faces
A: different faces
Everywhere
song performed by by 2 Unlimited
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Where One Is
It was another night
In places where many people shared common abodes
Only in the darkness of the night
Upon us now, is daylight
In places where many more people, share spaces
No one can escape the passing hours, of daylight
Be it round, or flat, the earth
Is shared by millions, in places and in spaces
Because it was designed that way, this beautiful earth
It is perhaps of great significance, the place where on is
So focus on which is needed in that space
To help improve conditions for all, wherever on is
SIGNS OF AUTUMN Signs of Autumn create beautiful scenes
That can be seen by human being
The air emits its aromatic blends
Of delicate fragrance that the environment lends
And that which other nature's blends send
Signs of Autumn are everywhere
Not all on the ground, in colors of brown, or in the air
With creatures picking things bare, some engaging in duels
The cool breeze, now colder, is a reminder to re fuel
Nature's charge is obeyed, and Autumn is on schedule
poem by Lillie B. Crowder
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Growing Old
Little by little the year grows old,
The red leaves drop from the maple boughs;
The sun grows dim, and the winds blow cold,
Down from the distant arctic seas.
Out of the skies the soft light dies,
And the shadows of autumn come creeping over,
And the bee and the bird are no longer heard
In grove or meadow, or field of clover.
Little by little our lives grow old,
Our faces no longer are fair to see;
For gray creeps into the curls of gold,
And the red fades out of the cheeks, ah me!
And the birds that sang till our heart strings rang
With strains of hope, and joy, and pleasure,
Have flown away; and our hearts today
Hear only the weird wind's solemn measure.
Youth and summer, and beauty and bloom,
Droop and die in the autumn weather,
But up from the gloom of the winter's tomb,
They shall rise, in God's good time, together.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Mad World
ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAR FACES
WORN OUT PLACES
WORN OUT FACES
BRIGHT AND EARLY FOR THEIR DAILY RACES
GOING NOWHERE
GOING NOWHERE
THEIR TEARS ARE FILLING UP THEIR GLASSES
NO EXPRESSION
NO EXPRESSION
HIDE MY HEAD I WANT TO DROWN MY SORROW
NO TOMORROW
NO TOMORROW
AND I FIND IT KIND OF FUNNY
I FIND IT KIND OF SAD
THE DREAMS IN WHICH I┬┤M DYING
ARE THE BEST I┬┤VE EVER HAD
I FIND IT HARD TO TELL YOU
┬┤CAUSE I FIND IT HARD TO TAKE
WHEN PEOPLE RUN IN CIRCLES
IT┬┤S A VERY VERY
MAD WORLD
MAD WORLD
MAD WORLD
MAD WORLD
CHILDREN WAITING FOR THE DAY THEY FEEL GOOD
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
MADE TO FEEL THE WAY THAT EVERY CHILD SHOULD
SIT AND LISTEN
SIT AND LISTEN
WENT TO SCHOOL AND I WAS VERY NERVOUS
NO ONE KNEW ME
NO ONE KNEW ME
NOW THE TEACHER TELLS ME WHAT┬┤S MY LESSON
LOOK RIGHT THROUGH ME
LOOK RIGHT THROUGH ME
AND I FIND IT KIND OF FUNNY...
song performed by by Tears For Fears from Hurting
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The Bee-Boy's Song
Bees! Bees! Hark to your bees!
"Hide from your neigbours as much as you please,
But all that has happened, to us you must tell,
Or else we will give you no honey to sell!"
A maiden in her glory,
Upon her wedding - day,
Must tell her Bees the story,
Or else they'll fly away.
Fly away -- die away --
Dwindle down and leave you!
But if you don't deceive your Bees,
Your Bees will not deceive you.
Marriage, birth or buryin',
News across the seas,
All you're sad or merry in,
You must tell the Bees.
Tell 'em coming in an' out,
Where the Fanners fan,
'Cause the Bees are just about
As curious as a man!
Don't you wait where the trees are,
When the lightnings play,
Nor don't you hate where Bees are,
Or else they'll pine away.
Pine away -- dwine away --
Anything to leave you!
But if you never grieve your Bees,
Your Bees'll never grieve you.
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Portrait of a Lady
Your thighs are appletrees
whose blossoms touch the sky.
Which sky? The sky
where Watteau hung a lady's
slipper. Your knees
are a southern breeze -- or
a gust of snow. Agh! what
sort of man was Fragonard?
-- As if that answered
anything. -- Ah, yes. Below
the knees, since the tune
drops that way, it is
one of those white summer days,
the tall grass of your ankles
flickers upon the shore --
Which shore? --
the sand clings to my lips --
Which shore?
Agh, petals maybe. How
should I know?
Which shore? Which shore?
-- the petals from some hidden
appletree -- Which shore?
I said petals from an appletree.
poem by William Carlos Williams
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I do not live in a world of flowers & clouds and mountains & rivers & brooks
I do not live in a world of flowers
I do not live in the world of blue clouds and green mountains and ricefields
I do not live in running rivers and stretching seas and clear brooks
Though I write about them
Though I miss the scent exuded by them in their kindness
Though I like the bees and butterflies that busy in their
Multicolored world with some rainbows and coolness
Of rain showers and warmth of sunshine so like
Paradise, so like the Eden of our ancient dreams,
But I do not live in the world of flowers
I cannot leave in the world of flowers
My land is this desert scorched by the noonday sun
My sea is this sand stretching from shore to shore
My outlook, my view is this misleading mirage
My clouds are these unresolved doubts and fears
And my air is this silence that only the dead can surmise.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Only One Mother
Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky,
But only one mother to dry your eyes,
Hundreds of shells on the shore together,
But only one mother to have forever
Hundreds of birds that go singing by,
But only one mother to help you try
Hundreds of lambs in the sunny weather.
But only one mother to treat us like treasure
Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn,
But only one mother to help us move on
Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,
But only one mother the world wide over
Hundreds of people to tell apart
But only one mother to give us her heart
poem by Kaitlin Skelding
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