Sonnet: Supercell Storm
S uppose two winds, free-flowing, north and west
U nruffled, one above and one below
P roduced a shearing interface which pressed
E ntrapping both in spinning vortex flow.
R otating updraft joins the spiralled pair
C louds billow, anvil-shaped in troposphere
E ffecting thunderstorm extraordinaire
L argesse of nature, tier on swelling tier.
L et lovers take the place of wayward winds
S ubverted by a touch and skyward thrust
T ormented in a maelstrom which rescinds
O bjective sense, tranquility and trust.
R egard with care a whirlwinds human form
M ercurial passions' mesocyclone storm.
poem by Diane Hine
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Dripping Crystal Chandelier
Dripping crystal chandelier
dropp by dropp tier to tier
Follow one and see how slow
It drips it drops to shapes below
Ice creations such as these
Clearly imaginations tease
As each bulbous stretch hangs on
Before falling splashing to reform
poem by Harriet James
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Outro
Was macht ein Mann
Was macht ein Mann
der zwischen Mensch und Tier
nicht unterscheiden kann
was
Er wird zu seiner Tochter gehen
sie ist schn und jung an Jahren
und dann wird er wie ein Hund
mit eigen Fleisch und Blut sich paaren
Was tust du
Was fhlst du
Was bist du
doch nur ein
Tier
Was macht die Frau
was macht die Frau
die zwischen Tier und Mann
nicht unterscheiden kann
Sie taucht die Feder in sein Blutt
schreibt sich selber einen Brief
entseelte Zeilen an die Kindheit
als der Vater bei ihr schlief
Was tust du
was fhlst du
was bist du
doch nur ein
Tier
song performed by by Rammstein
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A Chant
'WHILE the trees grow,
While the streams flow,
While the winds blow,
We will be free:
Free as trees growing,
Free as streams flowing,
Free as winds blowing,
Evermore free.'
poem by James Thomson
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Tier
Was macht ein Mann
Was macht ein Mann
Der zwischen Mensch und Tier
nicht unterscheiden kann
was
Er wird zu seiner Tochter gehen
sie ist schoen und jung an Jahren
und dann wird er wie ein Hund
mit eigen Fleisch und Blut sich paaren.
Was tust du
was fuehlst du
was bist du
doch nur ein Tier
Was macht die Frau
Was macht die Frau
die zwischen Tier und Mann
nicht unterscheiden kann
Sie taucht die Feder in sein Blut
schreibt sich selber einen Brief
entseelte Zeilen an die Kindheit
als der Vater bei ihr schlief.
Was tust du
was fuehlst du
was bist du
doch nur ein Tier
song performed by by Rammstein
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Winds Of Summer
WINDS OF SUMMER
Just out of the winds of summer
Came forth a being so sweet and tender.
With a smile that brought forth a stream
Flowing with pure love thus radiant.
Winds of summer blow forth forever
For the love you bring lives on forever.
Winds of summer, winds of love,
Me and my lover forever with each other.
Just out of the winds of summer
Our love grew into a hot flowing lava.
Like little angels we played and laughed at each other.
For the moment those winds of summer came
They carried us in their wings.
poem by Tigana Chileshe
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4. Blow me down
The North wind blew on Monday
As the East wind got the flu
The West wind blew on Tuesday
As the South wind never knew
The North East wind had Wednesday
As the South West wasn’t chuffed
The North West blew on Thursday
As the South East hardly puffed
The East and West blew Friday
As the others had a rest
The North and South blew Saturday
As the weekends were the best
The lot of them had Sunday
As the winds turned into storm
The whole of them had Monday off
As the week got back to norm
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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Blighters
The House is crammed: tier beyond tier they grin
And cackle at the Show, while prancing ranks
Of harlots shrill the chorus, drunk with din;
‘We’re sure the Kaiser loves our dear old Tanks!’
I’d like to see a Tank come down the stalls,
Lurching to rag-time tunes, or ‘Home, sweet Home’,
And there’d be no more jokes in Music-halls
To mock the riddled corpses round Bapaume.
poem by Siegfried Sassoon
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Reconstruction
I gathered the finest things for it,
Put them together, polished them neat,
I shaped it the best way I could
Wanting it to be there for good!
Just when it was in perfect form,
Winds rose, blew thunderstorm,
I clung onto it with all my heart,
It broke into pieces, lay tattered in dust.
After a while's despair, a momentary pain,
I gathered back the fragments for making it again!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Spirals Of The Astral Plain
Falling free into ones arms,
as a hearts beats fast towards,
a winds rush again,
down skyward spinning around,
spirals of the astral plain,
landing upon earth once again,
kissing the love you gained,
a kiss, a kiss on one lips.
poem by Walter C. Edwards
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A Flowing Done 'With' The Winds
A flowing done 'with' the winds of change
Is easier to adjust to
Than attempting to create the winds
To flow when one schedules changes to be done
Many will discover those currencies circulating seen
To be weak
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cagnes
ON THE RIVIERA.
In tortuous windings up the steep incline
The sombre street toils to the village square,
Whose antique walls in stone and moulding bear
Dumb witness to the Moor. Afar off shine,
With tier on tier, cutting heaven's blue divine,
The snowy Alps; and lower the hills are fair,
With wave-green olives rippling down to where
Gold clusters hang and leaves of sunburnt vine.
You may perchance, I never shall forget
When, between twofold glory of land and sea,
We leant together o'er the old parapet,
And saw the sun go down. For, oh, to me,
The beauty of that beautiful strange place
Was its reflection beaming from your face.
poem by Mathilde Blind
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These Are Ever My Favourites!
These Are Ever My Favourites!
The cool fluffy clouds that rush in
Out of nowhere to fill the skies
Just at the sight of the full milky moon
To passionately plant kisses on its cheeks
Are ever my favourites of nature!
All species of birds with numerous notes of calls
That unfurl their coloured wings
In enchanting styles of their own
And circling in brisk flights minding ever their tasks
Are ever my favourites of nature!
The great mountains towering into the skies,
That are the prides of the earth,
Sloping gracefully in their dreamy blue coats
And in the charm of the meditative silence
Are ever my favourites of nature!
Millions and millions of green trees
Though with thousands of wayward branches
Yet possessing an ineffable heavenly charm
Surpassing even that of a temple tower
Are ever my favourites of nature!
The ever flowing rivers with many a voice,
Many a flow and conversing in many a dialect
That adorn both sides of banks
With ornaments of green smiles
Are ever my favourites of nature!
All kinds of flowers and leaves
With innumerable shapes
And unparalled fragrances
Generously showering beauty
Are ever my favourites of nature!
From the friendly breeze
With its gentle touch as it whispers
To the biting chill winds of north
All families of winds in all of their moods
Are ever my favourites of nature!
All the tunes and beats
And melodies and monotony
Of the showering arrows of rain
From the dark complexioned warrior clouds
Are ever my favourites of nature!
Both father and mother
Who rain love reading our minds
And guide us judging our faculties
And shape us as responsible folks
Are ever my favourites of god!
My children at eight a.m. daily commotion
Waving their loving hands with verve
And cheering 'ta..ta, mom and dad! '
As they fly fast with bag load of books to school
Are ever my favourites of life!
-S.Chandra Kalaadhar
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Just Follow The Flow
just follow the flow
of words like the water flowing on the river
like the paper boat on the water flowing to the river
like the river flowing through the edges of banks
above the stones and pebbles of
everything swerving from mountain to mountain
of least resistances
the rocks that block your path you
just kiss them and then you go
following the flow again with the wind above you
just folow the flow of your thoughts in your heart
you do not even like to see
everything is smooth, freely flowing, taking shape
and form and having scent and perfume and so exuding
and then
an explosion inside well kept and taken care of
it is great, it is really great that feeling
so short and quick and yet so appealing
no one hears it except you because you
love it and so it has become so real
to your touch
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Let It Snow
There's an approaching storm a-brewin'
and the winds will drive it here.
I feel it in my chilled-out bones.
I sense it in the atmosphere.
There's nothing to do but await its arrival
and tend to inside things.
I pass the window every hour or so
and I look for openings
in the clouds so ominous and drear.
And I wish that I could steer
the direction of the storm that's brewin'
but I know it's my home it is pursuin'.
Well, what can I say except
'this should not be.'
for I came down south to keep myself warm.
But Mother Nature knows not what I seek
so with me she does not conform.
So here I am in the heart of Dixie
awaiting a cold snowstorm.
Pretty soon now the winds will blow.
Let it snow already, let it snow.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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One road ahead
I know you are naughty
You know I am not a beauty
We know we don't have any quality
Still we are fond of each other
Our hearts always beat together
We have no other choices but to go
There is only one road ahead I know
Waters flow winds blow but we fall
Like a pair of dove we are in love people call.
Whatever in the winds of disparage
We are in the track of marriage
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Let Me Sing Of What I Know
A wild west Coast, a little Town,
Where little Folk go up and down,
Tides flow and winds blow:
Night and Tempest and the Sea,
Human Will and Human Fate:
What is little, what is great?
Howsoe'er the answer be,
Let me sing of what I know.
poem by William Allingham
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Valhalla
Leading us on, to the land of eternity
Riding the cold cold winds of valhalla
The kingdom of odin is the kingdom of gods
Where only souls of the brave may rest in peace
But someone among them had the skill of deceit
And raised the hand that would open the road to hel
When the winds of valhalla run cold
Be sure that the blood will start to flow
When the winds of valhalla run cold
Valhalla
The ring has been broken and a soul must be saved
Among the bravest of men, who rides to hel
The longships are sailing and the chariots ride
And yes the anger of thor will serve you well
When the winds of valhalla run cold
Be sure that the blood will start to flow
When the winds of valhalla run cold
Valhalla
Raise your hands
Reach and valhalla will save your soul
Raise your eyes
And odin will lead us on
They say that history repeats itself
Upon the year of the seventh century
Well nobody knows, no you never can tell
So youd better run now and hide away
When the winds of valhalla run cold
Be sure that the blood will start to flow
When the winds of valhalla run cold
Valhalla
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Starting Point To Hearts Of Men
the sky is a sacred place
where the mind of god
rests upon that of humanity
it is the place where
good poems are created
line by line, verse by verse
a storm never brews here
because of the sky
but the clouds, winds and sun
to know the workings
of the clouds, winds and sun
is to know the sky of intelligence
the place where every verse
is strewn to the steps of nature,
written to the laws of reason
and the desires of hearts
the sky is a sacred place
the meeting point of god
and humanity
the starting point to the hearts
of men
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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I Heard You Spelling My Name
I oddly heard you spelling my name
I answered in the winter winds
the winds blamed my voice still -
your words, a gray cumulus became.
A thunder roar, a storm advent
a message to the gods, dim, latent
my souls depict a thunder's wrath
as I expiate in rain drops thrust.
Not an allusion of a Zeus lightning
all there is real, a force blinding
Athermanous, wet flesh enthralled
and rain-scattered feelings exposed.
I love those drops that kiss my face,
in my esteem, a diamonds edge to trace,
accepts the kindness of this storm,
and this adoration becomes a thorn.
that sweetly penetrates my dream
that attentively out traces my smile
that lovingly stings my eyes gleam
and my words for you compile.
I heard you spelling my name; 't was
a dithering in the winds to abide
the winds became then my voice's loss,
my life, a cumulus became and died.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Up North (Down South, Back East, Out West)
(Danny Wells/Jill Wood)
In spite of the name, Independence, Kansas
Didn't grow many wild roses
But she was young and restless
And I loved her though holding her down was hopeless
I wanted her to say she couldn't live without
The life I had to offer but all she could talk about
Was faraway dreams, cities she'd never seen
How do I find that girl when she could be
Out there anywhere she just up and left
She didn't leave a forwarding address
Or a trail for my lonely heart to follow
Which one of those four winds should I go chasing
She could be in a million places I guess
Up north, down south, back east, out west
She could be up in the Windy City
Where the world spins a little bit faster
Or gettin' a tan down in Miami that might be where I'd catch her
Maybe back in Virginia, her cousin lives there
Out in Arizona, she'd fit in anywhere
It's anyone's guess where she came to rest
My one chance for happiness is
Out there anywhere she just up and left
She didn't leave a forwarding address
Or a trail for my lonely heart to follow
Which one of those four winds should I go chasing
She could be in a million places I guess
Up north, down south, back east, out west
I'm sitting here at a four-way intersection
Praying Lord won't you point me in the right direction
She could be
Out there anywhere she just up and left
She didn't leave a forwarding address
Or a trail for my lonely heart to follow
Which one of those four winds should I go chasing
She could be in a million places I guess
Up north, down south, back east, out west
Up north, down south, back east, out west
song performed by by Wade Hayes
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