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Echoes Of Oceans

why is this road so familiar?
as if my feet knew the way.
even the trees by the side
seem like old friends,
every fork is sure!

i thought i was going out,
to find freedom and salvation.
but i keep winding inward.
the soft rain that falls
feels like my own tears,
the wind smells like my heart.

the tiny shell on the shore
is smooth against my palm.
i hold it to my ear,
listening to the echoes of oceans,
where my spirit resides!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Dreamed a Dream (Back Into the Mob)

I dreamed a dream about a girl
Whose golden hair was sent a'whirl
By walking through a light fall wind
A sight I hoped to see again

I saw a smile I knew so well
Her lips could rescue me from hell
With graceful stride, she came to me
Through her I saw divinity

Her soft laugh enchanted me
Salvation I could finally see
Was this truly just a dream?
Or was it really happening?

Alas my dream came to an end
And she became again a friend
Who I only knew through equal job
And back I go into the mob

Back into the endless crowds
Whose only purpose is to be loud
And hide her from my true emotions
She's feet away, but across oceans

Oceans of my cowardice
Rain pain upon my bloody wrists
O, how could this so quickly change
From happiness to perpetual pain

poem by Scott Marek
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Spontaneous Electricity (The Journey)

every time i reach what i think
is the end of my road... something
happens...
storms come, destroying everything
behind me. the moon comes out, and
i find another fork in the path.
voices whisper, and tell me it's
going to be all right... just keep
walking...
i find i own nothing, not even the
clothes on my back... my memories,
merely twigs for the fire.
and what i thought i knew, no more
than tiny sparks in the darkness...
so letting go, i move on...
tired, and weary, too often alone...
i want to pray, but keep looking inward.
i stop to rest, and look up... that same
star from long ago... my spirit humming,
i rise up and go...
tonite, tomorrow, perhaps the end is near,
perhaps far... and i've come to know...
that life is but the journey!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Winding Road

Written by tiffany and nancy bryan
Ive been down many roads
Sometimes life can be unkind
I didnt wonder where Id go
Didnt know what I might find
What you got was not expected
And when you feel that time is running out on you
Chorus:
The winding road that takes me home
Im going there someday I know
The winding road that takes me home to you
Is there beneath the shadows
The winding road
Memories of the love we had
Never fade away
Tears of joy for the promises
That will come again someday
When you walked out it was unexpected
Im trying to find my way back to you
Chorus
The winding road
The truth can leave you breathless
And the truth can set you free
Ive got all these questions
Living inside of me, inside of me
Chorusx2
The winding road
The winding road
The winding road

song performed by by Tiffany
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Ridding Bearback

Looping of horses feet clicking on soft dirt
feels my ears and echo's into my soul
my heart beats faster and faster
as the wind is softly blowing my hair
his huge muscles are working under my body
to show me just how magnificent he really is
gripping on to his soft main
feeling his skin rubbing on the back of my lags is as if I'm touching silk
off we go
with me floating in the wind
such a smooth gated animal
what a find to find at
the end of the world under a magical waterfall

poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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The Mouth Devours!

the earth is the body.
humanity, the mouth.
the infinite breathes in the wind.
redemption falls in the rain.
the mountains speak of standing,
standing strong and resolved.
the sky teaches freedom,
the oceans, the womb.
trees wrap their branches in unity,
the grasses sing of equality.
the seasons are the clock,
in the dirt we find the mind.

so why is it then
that the mouth devours,
body, soul, and spirit...
gnawing its own flesh?
words spoken without thought,
hunger that swallows the sky.
lips stained by the grasses,
smeared with the dirt.

the mouth has no eyes,
and little understanding.
yet seeks to control,
and lives to devour!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Fork In The Road

i have reached
the fork in the road,
now the choice,
both silent and grieving.
i cannot hold starlight
in aging hands,
i cannot turn the tide
with a glance or a wave.
i cannot stop the wars
with my body or my thoughts.
i cannot feed the hungry,
i can only share their hunger.
the snow is falling,
the winds almost cruel,
as the fire i built
dies down to embers...

who am i?
and what have i done?
i find i'm a part
of all that i've fought!
silent screams now echoes,
the low moans of the heart.
betrayed by my soul
between light and darkness,
my lips are moving...
but not even you
can hear the sounds they make!

the fork in the road,
just outside your door!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Road I Travel

With in my mind, I thought I knew
That I dare not travel back,
This road so dark, dim, and blue,

With trees, ever changing of truth.
This familiar path, so like a knack,
Within my mind. I thought I knew

The way down it and what I’ll do,
But all my thoughts seemed to lack
This road so dark, dim, and blue.

I tried to stray, to part from you,
With your spiteful cement, all black,
Within my mind. I thought I knew.

But I cannot, I won’t sort through
The sky of lies that make and crack
This road so dark, dim, and blue.

So vain, yet suddenly true.
To this place, I still travel back,
Within my mind. I thought I knew
This road so dark, dim, and blue.

poem by Sarah2 McMahon
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Stepping Into Something New This Summer

white sea spreading before me
so silky
tiny ripples of the wind
from a far
bringing some stories
from the other island

some leaves fall from
the pitogo tree
some flowers pink and white
lay on the shore

white sands of silence
and peace
soft whispers of the winds
seeping in my skin
i am barefoot
i am naked down to the waist
i am waiting
for the sun to descend upon the bosom
of the horizon
i am dreaming of palm trees
soft winds
of summer

a door opens in my mind
i get in
stepping into something new this summer

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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0008 A Ghazal

I lie awake as the light night-rain falls, listening
to its irregularities, listening

as the breeze blows it now and then
against the window and the curtain flutters; listening

and wondering if I can hear
the rain listening

to itself, as if – I sometimes think I hear this –
there’s a moment just before it stops as if listening

to its own decision to stop, as if it sighs,
thinks, that’s enough; it could be listening

to the gratitude of the closed flowers, the wet earth,
the ecstasy of roots which are themselves listening

to the flowers sleeping, sighing in their sleep.
But do you wonder why I’m listening

instead of sleeping, this warm rainy night?
What’s so important that it needs my listening?

It was the rain that woke me; and as I turned, sighed,
it was the thought of you last night here next to me, listening

not to me, but to your own dreams – which I may never share;
though I may share you in my listening

to your sweet sleep’s breath, felt faintly on my shoulder;
and so, there’s a question in my listening –

did you awake at the same night rain, you so far away,
awake, sigh, and in your half-awakened listening

know that I too, thought of you?
Sighed that sweet thought, of our shared, single listening? …

As the perfume of a rose may be more evocative than the rose,
So sweeter, steadier than thought, dream, memory – the listening!

[A ghazal has a rhyme scheme aa ba ca da >]

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Along Came a Spider

Three small children played under the trees,
giggling as the crimson leaves
floated down onto their soft, innocent hands.
They ran about after eacher other
until they collapsed on the roots
holding the forest together
and their breath came out as a flutter,
their giggles came out in bursts,
and their hair stuck to moist skin.
They were tired.
They decided to go hom for their supper,
as they knew that their mothers would worry.

But, along came a spider.

This spider was no monster.
It was no towering beast coming
to attack the children. To do them harm.
It simply scurried past them,
and somewhere in their human nature,
the children were told to follow.
The children did as they were told.

To a feast the children came, following this spider,
and grinned at a tiny table set for a hundred-
each guest sat in his chair.
Their friend, the spider, took his seat and awaited
his applause, for he had brought,
as the party knew,
their dinner, fresh and soft.
And so the insects climbed the children;
they giggle as the tiny feet
caressed their untainted skin,
and the children ran in circles
with their new tiny friends,
until the insects could hold on no longer
and the children were safe at home.

poem by Zoe Guillory
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The Road To You

I spent years chasin' after
A restless wind callin' out my name
I was wild-eyed and crazy
With a spirit that could not be tamed
I had no direction
Lord knows that I've been lost a time or two
But fate was there to guide me
And lead me down the road to you
There've been other women
But all they did was occupy my time
There was always somethin' missing
That until you, I thought I'd never find
Thought I knew what I was lookin' for
But lookin' back I didn't have a clue
All the love that was waiting at the end
Of the road to you
It was worth the tears
And the long and lonely years
That I went through
Id relive the pain for the happiness I've gained
And all the love I've found in you
And when I hold you in my arms
There's nothing in this world I'd rather do
I just close my eyes and thank the Lord he led me
Down the road to you
It was worth the tears
And the long and lonely years
That I went through
I'd relive the pain for the happiness I've gained
And all the love I've found in you
I spent years chasin' after
A restless wind callin' out my name

song performed by by Travis Tritt
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Rain

'RAIN'
Rain what a nice name!
From the sky falling dauntlessly like drops of water
Sometimes the rain falls with thunder and sometimes not.
Oh how I feel to see the rain!
From my window I see the rain
And people with umbrellas and so on
Hundreds of people come out and see the rain.
Oh we enjoy rain
But now the thunder blows and falls with ice!
We get scared!
Rain in the seas and oceans,
The sailors are busy
And away moves the ships with gusty wind and thunder.
The rain gives us shower
And we get pleasure!
The rain fulfills our wishes and arises with rays of new hopes! ! !

poem by Z.I. Mahmud
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I Am Silence (For Dave)

i am the wolf,
hot breath panting,
teeth gleaming in the darkness...
feet running the path of the night.

i am the hawk,
sucking freedom from the skies,
great wings lifting my soul...
infinity in my eyes.

i am the wind,
born from nowhere,
blowing past destination and thought...
both creation and destruction.

i am the rain,
falling from an unseen source,
to dance in the mouths of the earth...
tears of sorrow and redemption.

i am the moon,
sifting through timeless clouds,
winding through the fingers of trees...
i am hope unnamed!

i am the night,
the intimate touch of darkness,
forgiveness, death, and rebirth...
i am the stillness of god!

i am silence!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Lost in the Oceans

lost in my oceans of tears
no family, friends nor dears
the sky is a ghost, love is a falling leaves

lost in the oceans of tear
the home is far, and hug is scar
the heart is April, eyes are flaring star

lost in the oceans of tear
where live is fade and love is paid
when friends are dead and words are said

lost in the oceans of tears
yet I found the beauty
when your eyes became snooty

lost in the oceans of tears
where you rose high in the hell
and deep beyond an ell

poem by Mohammed Sabbagh
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Roses Blue

I think of tears, I think of rain on shingles
I think of rain, I think of roses blue
I think of rose, my heart begins to tremble
To see the place shes lately gotten to
Gotten to, gotten to
Shes gotten to mysterious devotions
Shes gotten to the zodiac and zen
Shes gotten into tarot cards and potions
Shes laying her religion on her friends
On her friends, on her friends
Friends who come to ask her for their future
Friends who come to find they cant be friends
Because of signs and seasons that dont suit her
Shell prophesy your death, she wont say when
Wont say when, wont say when
When all the black cards come you cannot barter
No, when all your stars are stacked you cannot win
Shell shake her head and treat you like a martyr
It is her blackest spell she puts you in
Puts you in, puts you in
In sorrow she can lure you where she wants you
Inside your own self-pity there you swim
In sinking down to drown her voice still haunts you
And only with your laughter can you win
Can you win, can you win
You win the lasting laurels with your laughter
It reaches like an arm before you sink
To win the solitary truth youre after
You dare not ask the priestess how to think
How to think, how to think
I think of tears, I think of rain on shingles
I think of rain, I think of roses blue
I think of rose, my heart begins to tremble
To see the place shes lately gotten to
Gotten to, gotten to

song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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A Moment

She walks through the rain, the pain locked behind her cold eyes
She sees the lights of the houses, those Christmas lights,
She sees her home, no lights, no tree, it is dark and still
The rain falls on her long white hair, her white gown flowing tears stream from her eyes
They are silver and full of sorrow and pain they splash against the wet street
And shine like silver perils against the black cold surface.

A car passes and for a moment she thinks the driver saw her, in her gown
For a moment she thought she was alive
Just for a moment

She sees the road stretch before her, she sees the lights that line each house
It is Christmas eave her mother and father are at church for their first Christmas sermon without her there, her eyes fill with more tears and more perils fall to the road
A bird flew above her, a dove
Her mothers favorite bird is a dove, she always says look to the dove for answers
The girl never understood her mothers words, now she knows

For a moment she smiles
For a moment she feels no pain
Just for a moment

She lifted her hands to the Dove
“Take me with you” she pleads into the sky, into the falling rain
The dove fly’s around her and grasps a small twig in his beak
The twig falls into her outstretched arms and she grasps it
She looks at her palm of her hand and sees the holly
The berries shine red, she knows what it means.

For a moment she sees the light stream from the Dove
For a moment she knew to follow
Just for a moment

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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From Where I Come From

slopes of the
mountains
and a small patch
of a plain
on the side
of the river
where the grasses
thicken
like armpits
there is
a hut there
and some
trees around
years
and years
we stayed there
like there is no other
home for us
but then
time comes and
leaving becomes
a must for
each of us

we left and
we followed the
direction of the
wind towards
the sea of our
freedom

and here i
am
writing about
what my
ancestors
thought

leave and take
a journey
and find the
real path

the meaning
that we attach
to ourselves

to the direction
of the wind
towards the sea
and then
do not ever
think of the patch
of plain again
or the grasses

it is the wind
that leads us
the wind
the wind and nothing but
the sound of
the wind

freedom.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Angel By Your Side

I don't know how it got to this very point,
But i know i'll always be there to care.
I can't say that every thing is ok,
Because i can see the tears you're crying.
I can't promise to take the pain away,
But you'll know that i won't stop trying.
When the road may seem so long,
I'll always hold you in comfort.
When you're down and out,
I'll be the strength you can't provide on your own.
I know that it feels you're running out of faith,
Because it's so hard to keep believing.
When the storm of life breaks out,
I will always be there to look out.
In the mist of all your worries and tribulations,
You'll always find me by your side.
You can lay your head on my shoulders,
When your heart is deeply in sorrow.
My ears will always be ready to listen,
When you need someone to talk to.
When ever your heart gasp for happiness,
You'll always find me there to show you one.
Even when the mountains seem so impossible to climb,
There you will find my back to climb on.
You'll always find my hands to hold,
When every where seem so cold.
In the darkest of your hours,
I'll always be the light to guild you.
When ever you find yourself in the middle of the sea,
I'll sail the world to find you.
I'll make a heart that never break,
When ever your heart aches.
You can pour your heart to me,
When ever you are in agony.
No matter how difficult it may be,
I'll always brighten your face with an angelic smile.
I'll be your guardian angel,
That will see you through the night.
When ever you feel defeated,
And you think you've lost the fight,
Just let me be your angel,
The angel by your side.

poem by Stanley Oguh
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The Rain Is Like A Man

the rain this early morning
has an accompanying wind

i look at them by the window
my inner world divided by a thick glass

the trees are swaying and some leaves
begin to fall like some kind of a dance

the rain like a man carries the wind
on his arms and the wind leans down

i catch a glimpse of how they passionately kiss
it is sad and lonely and then the rain stops

the morning sun comes and the leaves
are at the feet of the trees kind of wet with tears.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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White Sea

white sea spreading before me
so silky
tiny ripples of the wind
from a far
bringing some stories
from the other island

some leaves fall from
the pitogo tree
some flowers pink and white
lay on the shore

white sands of silence
and peace
seeping in my skin
i am barefoot
i am naked down to the waist
i am waiting
for the sun to descend upon the bosom
of the horizon
i am dreaming of palm trees
soft winds
of summer

a door opens in my mind
i get in
stepping into something new

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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