Mrs Robinson
Finely tuned
He topped his heights
With extra draughts of nectar.
He could see humour and sorrow in all.
Amusement in a mountain
Brought a tear
For friend not here
And never here again.
The thought she's in a better place
Only doubled mourning.
The better place is here.
Why can't she still be here?
poem by Douglas Scotney
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Mrs Robinson II
Finely tuned
He topped his heights
With extra draughts of nectar.
He could see humour and sorrow in all.
Amusement in a mountain
Brought a tear
For friend not here
And never here again.
Sorrow-skewed,
Her life her plight,
No more topping
To her delight...
...or his.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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Mrs Robinson III-Eternality
Finely tuned
He topped his heights
With extra draughts of nectar.
He could see humour and sorrow in all.
Amusement in a mountain
Brought a tear
For friend not here
And never here again.
'Her song is soft as mine.
Now she's only song,
Sorry as I am she's gone,
Our songs are out of Time.'
poem by Douglas Scotney
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Zipless Reunion By Emma Z.
this place is not a room for sadness
sorrow is a stranger here
and cannot stay that long
there are no sonorous eyes here
not a place for emaciated cheeks
and unshaven beards
this is not the place for mourning
no one comes here wearing the black shirt
of fasting
this is the place for passion
(not promiscuity)
this is a private place for our shared whispers
the zip-less reunion
of two souls not wearing any name tags on their bones
when you come here
it is because
you have decided to be free
from morality from the mortality of your prisoners
welcome, bare yourself, brace yourself
for another experience
someone you love shall be summoned
to completely make you
home again.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Place Of The Heart
this place is not a room for sadness
sorrow is a stranger here
and cannot stay that long
there are no sonorous eyes here
not a place for emaciated cheeks
and unshaven beards
this is not the place for mourning
no one comes here wearing the black shirt
of fasting
this is the place for passion
(not promiscuity)
this is a private place for our shared whispers
the zip-less reunion
of two souls not wearing any name tags on their bones
when you come here
it is because
you have decided to be free
from morality from the mortality of your prisoners
welcome, bare yourself, brace yourself
for another experience
someone you love shall be summoned
to completely make you
home again.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Two Friends
A certain person came to the Friend's door
and knocked.
'Who's there?'
'It's me.'
The Friend answered, 'Go away. There's no place
for raw meat at this table.'
The individual went wandering for a year.
Nothing but the fire of separation
can change hypocrisy and ego. The person returned
completely cooked,
walked up and down in front of the Friend's house,
gently knocked.
'Who is it?'
'You.'
'Please come in, my self,
there's no place in this house for two.
The doubled end of the thread is not what goes through
the eye of the needle.
It's a single-pointed, fined-down, thread end,
not a big ego-beast with baggage.'
Angle Of Sorrow...
This be me the angle of sorrow…
This is me the angle you wont see tomorrow…
The angle of sorrow who looks for no tomorrow…
The angle of sorrow isn't the one you want to borrow…
This angle isn't going to mangle but he's just going to dangle…
From the ceilings he is going to dangle…
The angle or sorrow is the angle who wont be here forever however
His sorrow will remain in this place forever.
I will bring on sheer terror so be ready to fear
Im coming at you with a spear…don't let me get near… because I will tear you to
Smears…steer away from my path before you get blast…
This place is soo vast but remember that I am fast…
don't let me pass or you will be last…
This is the angle of sorrow…
The angle you wouldn't wanna see tomorrow…
By: Tou Yang
Guerdon
Upon the white cheek of the Cherub Year
I saw a tear.
Alas! I murmured, that the Year should borrow
So soon a sorrow.
Just then the sunlight fell with sudden flame:
A tear became
A wondrous diamond sparkling in the light –
A beautiful sight.
Upon my soul there fell such woeful loss,
I said, ‘The Cross
Is grievous for a life as young as mine.’
Just then, like wine,
God’s sunlight shone from His high Heavens down;
And lo! a crown
Gleamed in the place of what I thought a burden –
My sorrow’s guerdon.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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If I Could Catch A Rainbow...
If I could catch a rainbow
I would do it just for you,
And share with you its beauty
On the days you're feeling blue,
If I could build a mountain
You could call your very own,
A place to find serenity,
A place to be alone,
If I could take your troubles
I would toss them in the sea,
But all these things I'm finding
Are impossible for me
I cannot build a mountain,
Or catch a rainbow fair,
But let me be what I know best,
A friend who's always there
poem by Suzie Braun
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Our dear friendship..!
If I could catch a rainbow
I would do it just for you,
And share with you its beauty
On the days you're feeling blue
If I could build a mountain
You could call your very own,
A place to find serenity,
A place to be alone
If I could take your troubles
I would toss them in the sea,
But all these things I'm finding
Are impossible for me
I cannot build a mountain,
Or catch a rainbow fair,
But let me be what I know best,
A friend who's always there
poem by Genesis Carrasco
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A Friend Whos Always There
If I could catch a rainbow
I would do it just for you,
And share with you its beauty
On the days you're feeling blue
If I could build a mountain
You could call your very own,
A place to find serenity,
A place to be alone
If I could take your troubles
I would toss them in the sea,
But all these things I'm finding
Are impossible for me
I cannot build a mountain,
Or catch a rainbow fair,
But let me be what I know best,
A friend who's always there
poem by Aashka Thakkar
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A friend whos always there
If I could catch a rainbow
I would do it just for you,
And share with you its beauty
On the days you're feeling blue
If I could build a mountain
You could call your very own,
A place to find serenity,
A place to be alone
If I could take your troubles
I would toss them in the sea,
But all these things I'm finding
Are impossible for me
I cannot build a mountain,
Or catch a rainbow fair,
But let me be what I know best,
A friend who's always there
poem by Abby Garza
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For those lost in 9/11
If I could catch a rainbow
I would do it just for you,
And share with you its beauty
On the days you're feeling blue
If I could build a mountain
You could call your very own,
A place to find serenity,
A place to be alone
If I could take your troubles
I would toss them in the sea,
But all these things I'm finding
Are impossible for me
I cannot build a mountain,
Or catch a rainbow fair,
But let me be what I know best,
A friend who's always there
poem by Lily Trash
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For Those Lost In 9/11
If I could catch a rainbow
I would do it just for you,
And share with you its beauty
On the days you're feeling blue
If I could build a mountain
You could call your very own,
A place to find serenity,
A place to be alone
If I could take your troubles
I would toss them in the sea,
But all these things I'm finding
Are impossible for me
I cannot build a mountain,
Or catch a rainbow fair,
But let me be what I know best,
A friend who's always there
poem by Jocelyn Garcia
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Sisters, Joy And Sorrow
How to express that which
cannot be put into words
I could write how do I love thee
all day long and still not convey
how I feel about you
Yeats' wrote of Joy and Sorrow,
sisters, each ready to step in
and take their place at your side
How quickly one can go
from the heights of joy
to the depths of sorrow
I have been intimate with
both sisters and right now,
Sorrow is my mistress
How I wish for Joy
to return to my life
How I long for you my muse.
poem by MacGregor Tagliaferro
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GoOd MoUrNiNg SuNsHiNe
GoOd MoUrNiNg SuNsHiNe
ItS TiMe FoR YoU To AwAkE AnD SeE ThE DaY
No NeEd To HiDe BiHiNd ThE CLoUdS
YoUr LiGhT I NeEd To ShInE AnD GuIdE My WaY
GoOd MoUrNiNg SuNsHiNe
I NeEd YoU To ShInE BrIgHt
StAy HiGh DoNt BeGiN To LoOsE YoUr LiGhT
EvEn ThOuGh YoU MaY SeE DaRkNeSs
ALwAyS STAy, DoNt LeT Go, NoT WiThOuT A FiGhT
GoOd MoUrNiNg SuNsHiNe
NoThInG In ThIs WoRLd CaN EvEr TaKe YoUr PLaCe
WhEnEvEr I NeEdEd YoUr WaRmTh I WoUlD JuSt LoOk Up
AnD ThErE YoU WeRe, NeVeR FaILiNg To ShOw YoUr FaCe
GoOd MoUrNiNg SuNsHiNe
I WiLL ALwAyS NeEd YoU CaNt YoU SeE
No PlAcE ELsE Do YoU BeLoNg
BeCaUsE YoU BeLoNg In ThIs WoRLd WiTh Me
poem by Frandy Osias Louis
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A Comeback
takes time to realize
that the place you hate
the place you left years ago
now on your return
becomes your hiding place
away from sorrow
the place where you bury
your past
now becomes your future
story.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mortuary
That awful place
With blood red carpets
The color of death
Flowers everywhere
As if to say this
Is a happy place
I guess it is
A place of closing
Of peace to say goodbye
But to me that horrible place
Reeked of death and sorrow
Of tears shed and hearts broken
Laying in a casket
Cold and dead
I did not want my last memory
To be of that
I'm glad I didn't see it
Because everytime I would have
Thought of you
My first memory would
Be seeing you lay there
Unmoving
Lifeless
I miss you a lot
I'm still sad
And probably will be for awhile
But now your somewhere better
poem by Autumn Winds
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A Stranger In My Place
(Writers Kenny Rogers, Kin Vassey)
I see the town where we were born,
I see the place we were raised,
I see all the things you wanted
That I never gave.
I see sadness, I see sorrow,
I see pain in your face,
But I just can't see
A stranger in my place.
I can see now where we quarrelled,
I can see now I was wrong,
I can see where you might weaken
When I wasn't strong.
I see mem'ries of a love gone bad
That time cannot erase,
But I just can't see
A stranger in my place.
No one seems to know you quite like I do,
No one knows the thigs that make you cry.
Looking back it seems I never showed you,
And now I lay alone and wonder why.
I can see now where you might grow tired
Of dreams that don't come true,
I can see where I have fallen short
Of the things I promised you.
I can see now through my tear filled eyes
No love on your face,
I must get used to seein'
Strangers in my place...
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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In the valley
Tear to tear, breaking
heavy steps. A mountain
I must climb and deliver
every hunt- to the sweetest
waterfall. All burns, all scars-
must remain where they began.
Every flower has its nectar, this
seed to be born, is a symbol of
rejoice. In a garden where all
was burnt; in need of pouring love.
And of many little stars to move
with this bruised heart. In the
Valley of secret mourns, where
mountains hear the cry, and the
mist darkens the route. This
mountain I must climb it will
always take the steps through
the glorious hand of God
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Carbon
As organs are built up on carbon
Organs are nothing but carban.
Humours are built up on sorrow.
Humour is nothing but sorrow.
Sorrow is wood, that humour burns.
After a glow, the wood turns ash.
26.03.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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