Pegged At 21
Initiated,
Brain,
Remain,
Drain,
Plain,
Explain,
Again,
Chain,
Main,
Rain,
Disdain,
Complain,
Refrain,
Vain,
Pain,
Train,
Indicated;
But amended and pegged at 21! !
However, the level of your thoughts are like my sweet muse,
And i want to meet you at my residence in the land of my birth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Put The World In Order
Cain, pain, stain, train, rain, main, drain, chain, plain, vain, lain, brain;
And like silent killers in the land of your muse!
But affecting all of us in this world,
However, try to learn for the better always in life to respect the muse of peace.
Specialist,
Ingested,
Steadily,
Microbes;
And like the muse of your love in the land of beautiful roses,
But try to do the right things always to put the world in order!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Of My Tears In The Rain!
Of my tears in the rain!
Since you left me lonely without a trace;
Chain, rain, train, strain, stain, vain, main, fain, Cain, gain, pain! !
However, it was not on the same level but,
The Sadness on my face shows it all.
Of my tears in the rain!
But, are you willing to know?
For, you were nowhere to be found;
Even though you promised me,
And now, who can justify this act of yours?
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Rain: A Song Of Peace
The Rain, the Rain, the beautiful Rain-
Welcome, welcome, it cometh again;
It cometh with green to gladden the plain,
And to wake the sweets in the winding lane.
The Rain, the Rain, the beautiful Rain,
It fills the flowers to their tiniest vein,
Till they rise from the sod whereon they had lain-
Ah, me! ah, me! like an army slain.
The Rain, the Rain, the beautiful Rain,
Each drop is a link of a diamond chain
That unites the earth with its sin and its stain
To the radiant realm where God doth reign.
The Rain, the Rain, the beautiful Rain,
Each drop is a tear not shed in vain,
Which the angels weep for the golden grain
All trodden to death on the gory plain;
For Rain, the Rain, the beautiful Rain,
Will waken the golden seeds again!
But, ah! what power will revive the slain,
Stark lying death over fair Lorraine?
'Twere better far, O beautiful Rain,
That you swelled the torrent and flooded the main;
And that Winter, with all his spectral train,
Alone lay camped on the icy plain.
For then, O Rain, O beautiful Rain,
The snow-flag of peace were unfurl'd again;
And the truce would be rung in each loud refrain
Of the blast replacing the bugle's strain.
Then welcome, welcome, beautiful Rain,
Thou bringest flowers to the parched-up plain;
Oh! for many a frenzied heart and brain,
Bring peace and love to the world again!
poem by Denis Florence MacCarthy
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Thief! !
Thief! !
I don't need any flowers from you!
For, i've got enough flowers in my garden.
A walk in Sapin,
Pain, chain, train, rain, drain, grain, Cain, main, stain train;
And there you will meet a lot of people ready to offer you free flowers!
But, do watch out! ! For they are pick pockets! ! !
And, in the process of offering you these flowers, another picks your purse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Double Rainbow Colours
Double Rainbow Colours appearing to me!
With one above the other;
And, as big as anything! !
Seen through the east side of my house from my window,
And, this was on the 25th of September 2012.
Rain, Cain, lain, plain, pain, chain, slain, train, brain, drain!
To watch the appearance of the double rainbow;
Bow, cow, crow, low, slow, mow, now, row, flow, brow! !
And like the muse of the colours up high in the sky;
As big as anything from the east side of my house.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Solvitur acris Hiems
Youth, that went, is come again,
Youth, for which we all were fain;
With soft pleasure and sweet pain
In each nerve and every vein,
Circling through the heart and brain,
Whence and wherefore come again?
Eva, tell me!
Dead and buried when we thought him,
Who the magic spell hath taught him?
Who the strong elixir brought him?
Dead and buried as we thought,
Lo! unasked for and unsought
Comes he, shall it be for nought?
Eva, tell me!
Youth that lifeless long had lain,
Youth that long we longed in vain for,
Used to grumble and complain for,
Thought at last to entertain
A decorous cool disdain for,
On a sudden see again
Comes, but will not long remain,
Comes, with whom too in his train,
Comes, and shall it be in vain?
Eva, tell me!
poem by Arthur Hugh Clough
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Ballade Of Truisms
Gold or silver, every day,
Dies to gray.
There are knots in every skein.
Hours of work and hours of play
Fade away
Into one immense Inane.
Shadow and substance, chaff and grain,
Are as vain
As the foam or as the spray.
Life goes crooning, faint and fain,
One refrain:
'If it could be always May!'
Though the earth be green and gay,
Though, they say,
Man the cup of heaven may drain;
Though, his little world to sway,
He display
Hoard on hoard of pith and brain:
Autumn brings a mist and rain
That constrain
Him and his to know decay,
Where undimmed the lights that wane
Would remain,
If it could be always May.
YEA, alas, must turn to NAY,
Flesh to clay.
Chance and Time are ever twain.
Men may scoff, and men may pray,
But they pay
Every pleasure with a pain.
Life may soar, and Fortune deign
To explain
Where her prizes hide and stay;
But we lack the lusty train
We should gain,
If it could be always May.
Envoy
Time, the pedagogue, his cane
Might retain,
But his charges all would stray
Truanting in every lane -
Jack with Jane -
If it could be always May.
poem by William Ernest Henley
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Poem: In rhyme
I know I am quite sane!
I know, I am a boon, not bane;
Yet, every now and then, I get the cane!
Still, I can't hold God in disdain;
Many who I meet can well feign!
But, what have they tried to gain?
The wheel of Life must turn again;
Sometimes, I end up in a lane!
Love of God is my ambition main;
Sometimes, God gives me intense pain;
Will not the scorching Sun be followed by rain?
My sufferings make me more sane;
My sinful desires are on the wane;
From committing more sins, I try to refrain;
And the devils, I try not to entertain!
poem by John Celes
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See The Sky About To Rain
See the sky about to rain, broken clouds and rain.
Locomotive, pull the train, whistle blowing through my brain.
Signals curling on an open plain, rolling down the track again.
See the sky about to rain.
Some are bound for happiness, some are bound to glory
Some are bound to live with less, who can tell your story?
See the sky about to rain, broken clouds and rain.
Locomotive, pull the train, whistle blowin through my brain.
Signals curlin on an open plain, rollin down the track again.
See the sky about to rain.
I was down in dixie land, played a silver fiddle
Played it loud and then the man broke it down the middle.
See the sky about to rain.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Storm Lodge
comes
the wind gently
muted the space, run through
and through as it wrestles
the nature strength
lose steam
blogs the esteem,
even the train speed counter the
wind, find the golden rain
that stops the plane
for even the brave wants
to be a friend
see how the storm
live in the
plain, many have found a shelter
dislodge the green,
looks the rain never stop to clean the
pavement, just as time vanish all
the grain
please droplets of rain
come no more,
I am gone, before you'll left my land,
see dismay in
my face, the teary eyes
left in vain, even if you’re away the plain
will pay
oh! little sweet fertile
soil you have
grown, yet! sad for the rain
till and devour your land to the
ground...
poem by Antonio Liao
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Why Must I Always Explain?
Have to toe the line, Ive got to make the most
Spent all the years going, from pillar to post
Now Im standing on the outside and Im waitin in the rain
Tell me why must I always explain
Bared my soul to the crowd eh but oh what the cost
Most of them laughed out loud like nothings been lost
There were hypocrites and parasites and people that drain
Tell me why must I always explain
Why, why must I always explain
Over and over, over again
Its just a job you know and its no sweet lorraine
Tell me why must I always explain (alright)
Well I get up in the morning and I get my brief
I go out and stare at the world in complete disbelief
Its not righteous indignation that makes me complain
Its the fact that I always have to explain
I cant be everywhere at once, theres always somebody to see
And I never turned out to be the person that you wanted me to be
And I tell you who I am, time and time and time again
Tell me why must I always explain
Well its out on the highway and its on with the show
Always telling people things theyre too lazy to know
It can make you crazy, yeah it can drive you insane
Tell me why must I always explain.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Uncertain
I want you to understand
I’m feeling uncertain
What’s hiding behind the curtain
I’m afraid it’s only a vain
I don’t know where else to stand
Maybe I’m already out of this train
My heart is strained
And I couldn’t bear the pain
My feet stuck in living sand
In any time it could be rain
I’m failed to see it plain
It’s you who hold the chain
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Single Syllable
Single syllable slowly penetrated. Rage
rejection harsh took time to register on brain
tormented, projecting resentment, sad refrain.
Anxieties snowballed. Unwilling to explain,
soul sought safety from public probe hurricane.
Abject private shame stressed search to disengage
from memory-trip, to strip surface masks, rampage
against injustice rank, which stank of inner pain.
Hurt heart hard lesson learned, would never try again
to share where trust betrayed from Time sought time to gain
a valid explanation, plausible, open, plain.
Life’s harsh experience ushered in a new age, -
an age of solitude. Sensitivity, in cage,
hung, drawn and quartered, mind withdrawn from contact vain,
osmosis empty dream, no leeway to obtain,
in limbo felt, could not a fair redressment gain.
Silently tears tumbled. One heard shunned love complain,
despondently to, with, shutters responding, page
helpless to turn, return, to lost oasis, gauge
a way clear from the pain, a way to rise again
unable to refrain from seeking to unchain
concern and anxiousness. Distress welled, swelled the strain,
which bullfrogged, leapfrogged, bloated, could not drain.
Muted echo transmuted from off to center stage,
railed against illusion-responses, mirage reflections sage.
Undigested insult spews out, vents rage,
as single syllable’s sentence remain...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Pain in the Rain
Decipher these rhymes
Walk slowly
Recycle the good memories
Now I’m lonely
Refrain:
Wet is my temples
Water drops in vain
The lightning chuckles
I’m sick of the rain
Chorus:
Can somebody explain
Why life is so simple, so plain
Cuz I can’t see through this fog of rain
This flood of tears
This constant pain
Of forgetting our dreams
Self-pity remains
Pain, let it shine
Pain, let it slide
Pain, at our side
Pain, let it shine
Remember these crimes
Tap me in my fantasy
Remember me this time
Try to feel me
Bridge:
Remove the curtains aside
Let it fall down on you
The sunshine
(2x)
Let it shrink inside,
The sunshine
LEAVE THE STORMY DAYS BEHIND!
SHINE!
(Repeat Chorus)
Pain, let it shine
Pain, let it slide,
Pain, at our side
Pain, make me shine
Shine…
poem by Mary Jesusa Villegas
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All Night the Lone Cicada
All night the lone cicada
Kept shrilling through the rain–
A voice of joy undaunted
By unforgotten pain.
Down from the wind-blown branches
Rang out the high refrain,
By tumult undisheartened,
By storm assailed in vain.
To looming vasts of mountain
And shadowy deeps of plain,
The ephemeral, brave defiance
Adventured not in vain.
Till to the faltering spirit
And to the weary brain,
From loss and fear and failure,
My joy returned again.
poem by Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts
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The Freehold On The Plain
I'm a broken-down old squatter, my cash it is all gone,
Of troubles and bad seasons I complain;
My cattle are all mortgaged, of horses I have none,
And I've lost that little freehold on the plain.
The stockyard's broken down, and the woolshed's tumbling in;
I've written to the mortgagees in vain;
My wool it is all damaged and it is not worth a pin,
And I've lost that little freehold on the plain.
I commenced life as a squatter some twenty years ago,
When fortune followed in my train;
But I speculated heavy and I'd have you all to know
That I've lost that little freehold on the plain.
I built myself a mansion, and chose myself a wife;
Of her I have no reason to complain;
For I thought I had sufficient to last me all my life,
But I've lost that little freehold on the plain.
And now I am compelled to take a drover's life,
To drive cattle through the sunshine and the rain,
And to leave her behind me, my own dear loving wife
We were happy on that freehold on the plain.
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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Watch My Blood Rain
The blade looks enticing
It's difficult to explain
The ideas of slicing
Watch my blood rain
The cut is deep
Some say I'm insane
It puts me to sleep
To watch my blood rain
The redness is real
I cannot refrain
I know I truly feel
When I watch my blood rain
I sit and I cry
Life is nothing but pain
I ask myself why
I watch my blood rain
My spirit is bound
By this ball and chain
My soul has been downed
Then I watch my blood rain
The anguish is true
My heart has been slain
One day I'll break through
For now I'll watch my blood rain
poem by Haley Nicole
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Dip Dop
Down came the rain
To wash people’s vain
With too much distress it is pain
People sheltered of the rain
Only few behold the rain
Some say let us walk
No let us watch and talk
On passing said it is just rain
People stared looked like insane
Chatting and drinking in fain
One may wonder what is rain?
He gazed alone but no answer in plain
Huh huh, here comes the train
And that is how did come the rain.
poem by Muhammad Shakour Algnash
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Unspoken
There's so many things
I'd like to say, but I can't not today.
So many things unspoken.
It leaves me tired and broken.
I'm so afraid you'll think me a joke,
if of these things I spoke.
Unspoken they remain,
feeling that I cannot explain.
I'm exausted from refrain.
To you I don't dare complain.
If to you these words were spoken.
I fear that you would leave me broken.
Then I'd definetley feel like croakin.
Unspoken these things will remain,
and there's no one to be blamed.
For I think we both feel ashamed,
of these things I cannot explain.
So forever they shall remain unspoken
poem by Michael McParland
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A Song. In Vain You Tell Your Parting Lover
In vain you tell your parting lover
You wish fair winds may waft him over
Alas! what winds can happy prove
That bear me far from what I love?
Alas! what dangers on the main
Can equal those that I sustain
From slighted vows and cold disdain?
Be gentle, and in pity choose
To wish the wildest tempests loose,
That thrown again upon the coast
Where first my shipwreck'd heart was lost,
I may once more repeat my pain,
Once more in dying notes complain
Of slighted vows and cold disdain.
poem by Matthew Prior
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