Never Dies!
why does thy name sound like weeping?
do stars disappear after they fall?
your face goes quickly from autumn,
you stagger beneath imagined snow!
wings never write letters or drink toasts,
nails have no will of their own.
leaving the faucet to drip in memory,
of a thousand could have beens.
what we call love knows not the grave,
what we call desire never dies!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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An Autumn Letter
I want to write a letter to someone in the autumn
In the Autumn, I see lonely fountain streamed from a deep valley
And want to wet the lonely heart
I write a letter in the autumn night but knowing that cannot be sent in the morning
Now there is a postman who delivers letters in the air in the days and nights
So I am sending letters
I regret but the unsent letters always cry
I send the thread tied letters in the air without stamps
The letters of the poet opens its eyes with holding their breaths
poem by Kyungdae Min
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A Face With No Future
I look in the mirror,
and what do I see?
A face with no future,
stares out at me.
On the table, a glass and a bottle,
of my favourite poison.
When I was young,
I drank to be alive.
Now all I do,
is drink to survive.
My eyes bloodshot,
filled with vacant stare.
My face goes unshaven,
but what do I care?
My bottle is now empty,
quickly replace with one full.
Soon it will be empty,
just like this fool.
Family and friends fled.
My eyes were blind.
All they could see,
was another drink,
in front of me.
My legs get unsteady.
I stagger instead of walk.
A bottle wrapped in paper,
gripped tightly by my hand.
My clothes grow dirty,
as days and nights combine.
A smile is frozen,
on this face of mine.
My arm flex out,
when I stumble to the ground.
Faces look down at me,
expressions display my waste.
I just hold my smile,
as I lay there in their midst.
At least my bottle,
didn’t break,
on my fall from grace.
Time for another drink,
raise bottle to my lips.
Liquid trickles down my throat,
and still my smile remains,
as silly as it can be.
The faces disappear.
Everyone has gone now.
Like family and friends,
they all desert.
I lay there on my own.
For no one wants to take,
a drunk home.
25 Jan 2007
poem by David Harris
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Imagined
Imagined the world described as heaven
Imagined the world all is even
Imagined everywhere without evil
Imagined the absence of soldier only civil
Imagined a quest between good nature existence
Imagined people, place and body with no cause for defence
Imagined air, love, soul and all virtues show their face
Imagined the extinction of all the different race
Imagined we always praise him who live above
Imagined nature ruffs all calm like pure dove
Imagined that you are not imagining
But all this is happening
poem by Kemurl Fofanah
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From the biography of an unknown woman: IX
One fine morning
While negotiating
The snow clad peaks
She found herself
Surrounded by a
Thick snow fall from
All directions…
She sits there patiently
At the mercy of the mountains
Struggling for breath
And in imagined warmth…
‘The snow will disappear
The sun will appear
Leave not your faith
Abandon not your prayer…’
So spoke her master’s voice
In dogged perseverance
She still sits there
Waiting for a
Resplendent silence
To dawn on her
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Daddy's late?
I know a man who has two drinks
then talks like he's had ten.
It isn't long before he thinks
'I'll have two more, again.'
And so the day goes two by two
a chaser and a beer.
He talks to folks, he seems to know,
whose names just disappear.
The drink is like a dagger
nestling snuggly in his back
I've never seen him stagger
but his tongue gets awful slack.
I've never seen him carried out
nor fall down on his knees,
but I have seen, without a doubt
the worst of his disease.
For I have seen the soiled stains
when fumbling with his flies
and I have heard my mother's pains
unravelling his lies.
But worse by far than all he does
is what he never says.
The scar of disappointment was
carved in his daughter's face.
poem by Hola Mentirosa
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Stagger Lee
The night was clear, and the moon was yellow
And the leaves came tumblin down. . .
I was standin on the corner
When I heard my bull dog bark.
He was barkin at the two men
Who were gamblin in the dark.
It was stagger lee and billy,
Two men who gambled late.
Stagger lee threw a seven,
Billy swore that he threw eight.
Stagger lee, said billy,
I cant let you go with that.
You have won all my money,
And my brand-new stetson hat.
Stagger lee went home
And he got his .44.
He said, Im goin to the ballroom
Just to pay that debt I owe.
(bridge)
Go, stagger lee
Stagger lee went to the ballroom
And he strolled across the ballroom floor.
He said you did me wrong, billy.
And he pulled his .44.
Stagger lee, said billy,
Oh, please dont take my life!
Ive got three hungry children,
And a very sickly wife.
Stagger lee shot billy
Oh, he shot that poor boy so hard
That a bullet went through billy
And broke the bartenders bar.
Go, stagger lee, go, stagger lee!
Go, stagger lee, go, stagger lee!
(to fade)
song performed by by Huey Lewis And The News
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Once Upon An Autumn Day
Once Upon an autumn day,
Colorful leaves began to fade
In the midst of a chilly, frosty air
As multitude of trees grew steadily bare.
Once upon an autumn day,
The whispering breeze was here to stay
Moving aimlessly through the countless trees
Scattering leaves with the greatest of ease.
Once upon an autumn day,
The leaves whirled freely in every way,
Until at last they came to rest
Finding a haven in which to nest.
Once upon an autumn day,
The trees were dormant, and the leaves lay
Waiting for the winter snow to fall
To quickly obscure them one and all.
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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Stagger Lee
The night was clear and the moon was yellow
And the leaves came tumbling down
I was standing on the corner
When I heard my bulldog bark
He was barking up at the two men
Who were gambling in the dark
It was stagger lee and billy
Two men who gambled late
Stagger lee threw a seven
Billy swore, he threw an eight
Stagger lee told billy,
I cant let you get away with that
Well, youve won all my money
And my brand new stetson hat
Stagger lee ran home
Went and got him his 44
Said, Im going to the bar room
Just to pay that debt that I owe
Go stagger lee, go stagger lee
Go stagger lee, go stagger lee
Said, i m going to the bar room
Just to pay that debt that I owe
Stagger lee went to the bar room
Boy, he stood across the bar room doors
Said, now, nobody move
And he pulled out his 44
Stagger lee, cried billy
Oh, please dont you take my life
I got me three little children
And a very sickly wife
Go stagger lee, go stagger lee
Go stagger lee, go stagger lee
Got me three little children
And a very, very sickly wife
Stagger lee shot billy
Boy, he shot that poor boy so bad
That the bullet came thru billy
And went right thru the bartenders glass
While I was standing on the corner
When I heard my bulldog bark
He was barking up at the two men
Who were gambling in the dark
Go stagger lee, go stagger lee
Go stagger lee, go stagger lee
Well, he was barking up at the two men
Who were gambling in the dark
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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Tattoo
In this autumn storm, and this loneliness,
I would tattoo your face to my body; and at
every long night, autumn leaves will fall,
reminding me to write my 'pastorals'
and the serene skies above me, will
calm my ridiculous consuming passion,
the passion that makes my path misty and
foggy; is my body so weary, that your face no
longer is visible; its faded away the tattoo
of your face. When autumn rain falls I’ll
pick my chestnut leaves thinking you are there
to help.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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October [Octombrie]
As if it were an icon full of light
Inside my heart your lovely image looms,
And my own dreams – small apricot tree blooms –
Fall like the snow around it, soft and white.
And when I see you standing at the door
I leave my dreams and bow down at your feet;
I'm like a flake that's melting in the heat,
Under your eyes, which I so much adore.
But when you're bored and quickly go away,
When with small steps on narrow tracks you sway,
And trample on dead leaves with awe and fear,
I feel the autumn twilight in my breast,
I cannot think, I'm empty as a nest,
When the last swallows fly and disappear.
poem by Al. O. Teodoreanu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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All Fall Down (feat. George Jones)
(Ron Peterson/Harlan Howard)
Castles tall
Houses small
Left alone
All fall down
Dreams so clear
Disappear
Without a sound
All fall down
Lovers meet
Lovers quarrel
Lonely boy
Lonely girl
I lost him
And I have found
Dreams like walls
All fall down
All fall down
All fall down
She don't want me to call her
And she's told me not to bother comin' round
All fall down
All fall down
When you take a love for granted like I did
You're bound too see it all fall down
Castles tall
Houses small
Left alone
All fall down
Dreams so clear
Disappear
Without a sound
All fall down
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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All Fall Down
(ron peterson/harlan howard)
Castles tall
Houses small
Left alone
All fall down
Dreams so clear
Disappear
Without a sound
All fall down
Lovers meet
Lovers quarrel
Lonely boy
Lonely girl
I lost him
And I have found
Dreams like walls
All fall down
All fall down
All fall down
She dont want me to call her
And shes told me not to bother comin round
All fall down
All fall down
When you take a love for granted like I did
Youre bound too see it all fall down
Castles tall
Houses small
Left alone
All fall down
Dreams so clear
Disappear
Without a sound
All fall down
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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When You Were Flower, I Became A Singing Bird!
I and you were in love for ever,
When you born here as flower,
I developed wings to fly around
you,
when you had that wonderful
petals, I too had colourful wings,
When you are fragrant,
I never developed fragrance,
Because I thought you may get
enchanted,
Or may faint and fall,
May fall quickly and
if you fall
then it is my own death
How can I live here without you!
I was not a poet, had no poesy,
Love made me to sing,
Singing bird I became,
Not because I had song,
Not because I had magical or mystic thoughts,
Not because of idioms and phrases,
Not that hold on figure of speech,
Only my heart wanted to sing,
My own lyrics and words, my own tune!
Enchanted by beauty of the stars shining on your face,
And the enchanting smiling lips
The kiss of that lips,
sure to take me to heaven, nay beyond heaven and to that plane,
Where hell can't reach,
Nor even heaven can match!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Winter With a Question
The aging trees will creak and groan
To find themselves ringed by frost in sleep
And snow by the wind already blown
Cast upon snow already deep.
The cold is echoed only by silence all,
And the leaves of Autumn entombed in white
At the place where leaves fall
And passing time, vanish from sight.
Who is it that judges these—
Sends leaves beneath the snow
And trees to shiver alongside trees? —
And where do they go?
poem by Ronny Self
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Snow Fall in the Moonlight
Snow fall in the moonlight,
Like soft cotton falling from the sky,
Covering the ground and bushes in pure white,
Glowing beautifully in the night of December.
Snow fall in the moonlight,
Like a child I walked happily through the pure white snow,
Making soft crackling sound in the silent winter night,
When I reached the far end of the open field,
I turned to see the path I had taken,
A straight line through the pure white snow.
Snow fall in the moonlight,
Can there be a more beautiful sight than this?
As I look into the night sky,
And the soft snow flakes touches my face,
I breathe the fresh cold air of the winter night.
As I stood alone in silence, stillness in the air,
My feeling and longing comes to my lips,
And I thank Allah for this beautiful moment,
A chance to see snow fall in the moonlight!
(In memory of Belgian winter,1986)
poem by Spiritual Seeker
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I cannot get myself to write! ! !
in the face of the lonely night
i cannot get myself to write
amidst numerous inspired attempts
on lamenting flowers, torn leaves
on autumn papers, strewn all over
fallen from a fruitless heart
through the moonlit air, i am watching-
lonely lillies floating by - sadly
in a gloomy pond of fleeting memories
i too am floating, lost like i am
when i am in your smile
with you in my thoughts i cannot sleep
much less get myself to write
i cannot get myself to write - everything is in a sweet mess
the face of the night looks like the sea, of love, as they say
and i am ready to fall into the lips of the sky
to drown myself in it
i sleep in the morning, when the stars are gone
and i am done wishing
and when the sky is grey, i am blue
you resemble the rain, but it is I
who falls over and over again... for you.
in a sweet mess it seems, that i am deeply stuck in
this poem has caught up with irony,
on the road opposite to what it seemed to be all about
i never wanted to write anyway
just tell you things, things
i (really) love (telling) you
poem by Mthokozisi Ntokozo Maphumulo
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Will You Be There
Should early morning sunrise skip
A day or two and nighttime stars
All disappear from view, would you
Be there to hold my quaking hand?
When cherubic celestial wings
Begin their white, feathery molt
And fall to earth as virgin snow
Will you be down below with me
To warm and tender through the storm?
If all laughter turned to sadness
And music sounds on Mans deaf ears
Will we ever hear our laughter
Once the teary, tidal waves’
Incursion floods our precious shore?
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Cover Up for Mlady lucianne
.
Softly, silently snow flakes fall.
Quickly, quietly covers all
the litter mankind leaves behind.
Now out of sight and out of mind.
A pristine world of virgin white
clearly presented to our sight.
We can forget what lies below,
the filth and grime beneath the snow.
No other creature fouls its nest
but mankind show s no interest
in keeping his environment
clean. His lack of care is evident
What men discard so carelessly?
The snow conceals so carefully.
7-Jan-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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autumn Day
'AUTUMN DAY'
Beautiful colours whats left of the leafs,
Summer has left us winter is near
Crisp Autumn day squirrels store nuts
Light quickly fading
Low sun in the sky
Clear nights are on us
Frost quickly falls!
Children are playing in fast fading light
Night is upon us longer than day
Spring seems to be, so far away
Grass stopping growing dew on the ground
Most beautiful of seasons colder than two
Snow soon be falling,
Leafs blown away,
Gods gift to us a beautiful late Autumn day!
David Bennett.
poem by David Bennett
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When We Grow
when we grow
we actually change
we are like the sprouts of
a bean slowly crawling
wanting to see and
touch the sun,
we pretend not
to notice because
time runs so slowly
like cells unseen by
us but keen and keep on
gaining length and
width like the way
we grow eyelids
and we extend our sights
and smells, we find
love and we embrace
lust and we mix them
like a kind of
a bloody Mary drink,
or scotch on the rocks
and we face walls and
we mumble as we begin
to meet loneliness,
the spaces that spread
like a disease; you and
i, in all these, after a
lovely night in a
tangle of hair and
intertwining of fingers
we face darkness
and walls and we
begin to ask: what for?
we let the rain fall
our roofs leak and our
windows begin to open
we find separate paths
and we argue and then
we decide to take what
we really want:
i long for this and you long
for that; we take separate
ways, and we say goodbye.
we write letters day to day
until such time when the
silence becomes like a boring hour
and the
letters are unread and
we throw them on the river
of time: floating, all the
letters dissolving in the
cold waters of forgetting.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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