October Sundown
October sundown
spillt o'er rainswept
mountains undressed,
lit by the Painter's brush;
momentarily...
sucks the oxygen
from the air,
leaving me gasping
for words....
........2........
the hands on the great clock
bent under the weight,
waves pounding hard against
the breakers.
the fire flickers, almost dies,
bursts into flame.
the ghost of longing
walks out of the grave!
........3........
the earth tremors,
tall buildings fall!
the wail of the dying
fills the air...
the stench of blood and
burning flesh chokes the mind...
dark wings thunder
on the distant horizon.
the bells of emptiness
ring like razors....
still beating hearts
held in children's hands!
........4........
October sundown....
....and the night
.............is coming!
leaving me....
...gasping for words!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Papa And His Son
small son
like a toy soccer ball
yellow and black spots
in the warm hold of
Papa the giant
to his mind
his hands are powerful
against the walls
and tall buildings
against the hot horizon
he laughs
at son who raises his hands
in total surrender
not afraid anymore
if ever he falls
Papa is the giant
his words are true
like walls and tall buildings
like strong hands
like laughter
like white teeth
like words of comfort
of horizon's assurance.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Heart Is Yours But It Is Destined To Wander Far
my heart is yours, all yours,
it beats to the beating of your heart
feeling nothing but you
all those
all these years
it has the hands of your hands
it sees what your eyes see
it was born for you
it will stay for you and die for you
only if you ask
but you didn't
you did not entice it with the breath of your heart
and so slighted
my heart shall wander faraway gasping for breath
wanting to die
this moment
but you
do not really mind
you think it is nothing there inside me
like it is a tumor
maligned
malignant, it is dying and you see it
wandering away gasping for breath
while you look
away
and find someone else among the stars....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Autumn Dies In Many Colours
The cold creeps in like a sleeking ghost
as winter begins to call
autumn dies in many colours
as from trees leaves fall.
The chilled nights are helped
by Jack Frost’s willing hands.
Darkness seeps in early
to shorten our wistful days.
The world is full of dying embers
waiting for the new seasons call
as autumn dies in many colours
across our lawn fall
the last remnants of its leaving
before winter bids its call.
12 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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my heart is yours but it is destined to wander far
my heart is yours, all yours,
it beats to the beating of your heart
feeling nothing but you
all those
all these years
it has the hands of your hands
it sees what your eyes see
it was born for you
it will stay for you and die for you
only if you ask
but you didn't
you did not entice it with the breath of your heart
and so slighted
my heart shall wander faraway gasping for breath
wanting to die
this moment
but you
do not really mind
you think it is nothing there inside me
like it is a tumor
maligned
malignant, it is dying and you see it
wandering away gasping for breath
while you look
away
and find someone else among the stars....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lonesome Sundown
Shes a lonely girl
Lost in the world
Got love in her eyes for me
Shes a sweet young thing
Brings me dreams
In a box she made for me
Lonesome sundown, this is gonna be hard
Its a lonesome sundown, this is gonna be hard
I know so dont let go, this is gonna be hard
Ill never let you down
This love Ive found
It means too much to me
And I stand accused
Outside the law
But you are all I need
Lonesome sundown, this is gonna be hard
Yeah a lonesome sundown, this is gonna be hard
I know
So dont let go this is gonna be hard
Redemption comes
To those who wait
Forgiveness is the key
And I wish you love
And I wish you hope
Please believe in me
And its a lonesome sundown, this is gonna be hard
Yeah a lonesome sundown, this is gonna be hard
I know
So dont let go this is gonna be hard
song performed by by Tom Petty
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Equilbrium Too
Stumbling I
take your face into my hands
feel you softly breathe
as I cup your waist
as we brush lips
your softened body
takes a dip
and we apostrophe
in unison,
I gasping
inside your moaning moan
this joining fills our lungs
as the instant clings to
its eternity
centers swell
body writhings
breasts erect
nipples rosette
against my chest
signal
pounding hearts
breeching
ecstasy's walls
compelled;
soul
singing
hearts leaping
flying
winging
unisoned
shudd erings
within
the body explosions of two hearts First Embrace;
Longing, Longings
consummate
crimson lips
pounding labia
throbbing
throbbings
sweet release
from just the touching
punctuated
by moistened lips;
joinings
towering shimmerings
in the twilight candlelight
embraced us
each kissed
within
Love's First Embrace.
swept up
and slowly,
sweetly,
released
quivering.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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These Sweet Souvenirs
I had long remembered those sweet memories
The day we settled to Virginia hangs in my mind like
The new season of fall with colorful leaves
And October's cool Fall.
Over the porch scorched by October sunshine,
We sit and watch the window
Him forty years gone, my sister sat on
The couch with lot of toys, frost of black in
Her hair and morns the cries that echo her sleep
For years it stood by my parent's brown
Front door, and during their last, uncertain year
My mouth dry, heart beating, hands shaking, I wake up from deep sleep
And reach for green watch tell me
It is 12 pm mid-night and in the dim bulk light I notice
The bed that also hold my parent's radio, lamp,
An indentation on the top closet from a cigarette
He placed there and forgot
In the fogginess of evening and drink
Now, thirty years later, my dad was not longer in the earth
My mom is in the grave.
What we need, alone and in the dark.
poem by Natasa Tocuc
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And I Dreamt Of You
i see thy love in the distance
breathless gasping for air, for in thy dreams you where
awakening to the bleakness in my room
as my eyes begin to blear reality sets and starts the fear
for do dreams come true or do i die alone
waiting like the petals of a wilting flower fall off
until there is non and the once beautiful flowers dies naked
with no one to clothe it
will i hold you in the grave or will the grave hold me?
the numbing dreams never end the swallow's wings still amonsgt
the idle wind
my colored wold turns to grayscale
recollecting the memories eyes covered hazel
contradiction of thy thoughts standing calm love not lost
searching till i find my princess whose passionate eyes
cut right through me
for what is life if love only exists in thy thoughts?
what is romance if it is all fiction?
nothing but a portrait left empty, a passing cloud of hurt
by to meet ym love in the flesh is to find my whole heart
your heart breaks though me your love is the key
longing for my hearts door
to what day till i see sunrays shine upon your face
i dream of you the way you look
the beating of love in your heart
your wolds are like the flowing of a spring, knowing thy love
waits for me until eternity's end
is this poetry or is this love's sickness
engulfing my every being
take the heart from you and the blood ceases from me
i see what you hear
breathe taking the closest thing to me and my savior
falling in love to a person i have never met
but knowing she has salvation's fragrance
by God's grace this love will be free and able to fly away above
the earth to a point of exhaustion
but your breath will keep me alive
words are pointless for this love is speechless
preparing fro the cur
song performed by by Underoath
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Downtown Sundown
If you want your freedom
There is nothing planned
If you really need him
I will understand
Please believe in love
I believe there is a God above
For love
And hes coming, yes hes coming
If you want to fly
Then fly away
All the cloudy skies
Belong to yesterday
Please believe in love
I believe there is a God above
For love
And hes coming, yes hes coming
In the shadows the swallow dies
No one knows the hobo hides
There is no need to apologize
This is the story of a downtown sundown
If you climb the mountain
You will see
There is no great distance
Between the lord and me
Please believe in love
I believe there is a God above
For love
And hes coming, yes hes coming
In the shadows a swallow dies
No one knows the hobo hides
There is no need to apologize
This is the story of a downtown sundown
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Downtown Sundown
If you want your freedom
There is nothing planned
If you really need him
I will understand
Please believe in love
I believe there is a God above
For love
And hes coming, yes hes coming
If you want to fly
Then fly away
All the cloudy skies
Belong to yesterday
Please believe in love
I believe there is a God above
For love
And hes coming, yes hes coming
In the shadows the swallow dies
No one knows the hobo hides
There is no need to apologize
This is the story of a downtown sundown
If you climb the mountain
You will see
There is no great distance
Between the lord and me
Please believe in love
I believe there is a God above
For love
And hes coming, yes hes coming
In the shadows a swallow dies
No one knows the hobo hides
There is no need to apologize
This is the story of a downtown sundown
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sweet Sweet October
As I walk thought the cold nights of the October
I see the kids walking, and running in there costumes
oh Sweet Sweet October will you always haunt me so will I never feel the love of the dark
The dark fills my heart as if my life depends on it
When my Sweet Sweet October goes away my heart fills with a dark dark dream
~ Alexandra S ~
poem by Martina Salazar
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The Fire Bells Are Ringing
One, two, three--hark, hark, boys!
One, two, three, four!
The fire-bells are ringing, this wild wintry night;
They ask aid from District Thirty-four,
There somebody's riches are now taking flight;
On flame-wings away, away they soar.
But hark!
With shriek and wail,
How raves the gale!
Like demon steeds it speeds--
like galloping gangs from Pandemonium hurl'd.
Yes, firemen, take courage! did valiant deeds avail,
Then you were the victors of the world.
Ring the bells again!
Wake the electric wire!
And flash abroad the warning words--
"FIRE! FIRE!"
God save the city! for man's devices fail
When fierce flames with wintry winds conspire,
But hark!
With shriek and wail (With shriek and wail!)
How raves the gale! (How raves the gale!)
Like demon steeds it speeds--
like galloping gangs from Pandemonium hurl'd.
Yes, firemen, take courage! did valiant deeds avail,
Then your were the victors of the world.
One, two, three--hark, hark, boys!
One, two, three, four!
The fire-bells are ringing, an urgent appeal;
The engines go dashing by the door,
All safe here, children, no fear need we feel;
But God help in District Thirty-four,
What's that?
Look there! look there!
A lurid glare
Lights up the sky--aye, aye!
and columns of red, devouring flame appear.
And see! for departure our neighbors prepare;
Perchance there is danger even here.
One, two, three--hark, hark, boys!
One, two, three, four!
The fire-bells are ringing, a last grand alarm;
How vast must the conflagration be!
Our own roof is blazing! yet where, free from harm,
Oh! where shall we our treasures flee?
Let's haste!
'Twill fall! 'Twill fall--
That granite wall;
I see it crumbling, tumbling!
Fly for your lives, from out this fiery grave!
Laid low, crush'd, buried are some beyond recall;
But thank God! my little flock I save.
poem by Henry Clay Work
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How Long
Do you recall that winter evening
The night that I said Im leaving
Hoping
You would change my mind
I lay my head up on your kness and
Whispered please but inside I was
Leaving
Im the leaving kind
I could put you off forever
This longing has no end
How long
Til you and I can be together
How long
Until we see this through
How long
Until we know that this is forever
How long
Til I say I love you
And when the burning leaves are falling
I can always hear you calling
Fearing
That we are losing ground
But in you secret hearts were knowing
Our love is winter and its snowing
Falling
Comfort coming down
I could put you off forever
This longing has no end
Advertising lasts a lifetime
If not now then when?
song performed by by Information Society
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I Can Feel..... (The Change Coming)
i can feel the change coming,
the dark swell of the clouds.
the rumble that shakes the streets,
i can smell buildings on fire.
can hear the planes,
the sound the bombs make falling,
the pulsing hate of the oil rigs,
the shuffle of money behind closed doors.
the wail of prayers in desperate churches,
the street dealer selling a loaf of bread.
the metallic sound of shovels digging graves,
the ignorant drone of great leaders.
the sound of boots on pavement,
breath shuddering through broken windows.
the silent stare of the angry and hungry,
the thunderous clenching of fists.
the haunted sound of chains and cell doors,
and riot squad bullhorns.
the tongues of truth cut from bodies,
the last cigarette lit.
the pounding hearts of the common,
black and white joined.
coming in waves, determined as one.
and the cries of the children...
always the cries...
held in the hearts as a beacon,
the reason to live and die!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Ring Them Bells
Ring them bells yea heathen from the city that dreams
Ring them bells from the sanctuaries cross the valleys and streams
For they're deep and they're wide
And the world's on it's side
And time is running backwards and so is the bride
Ring them bells
Ring them bells
Ring them bells
Ring them bells!
Ring them bells Saint Peter where the four winds blow
Ring them bells with an iron hand so the people will know
That the rush hour is now on the wheel and the plow and the sun is going down upon the sacred cow
Ring them bells
Ring them bells
Ring them bells
Ring them bells
Ring them bells Saint Martha for the poor man's son
Ring them bells so the world will know that God is one
For the shepherd is asleep where the willows weep
And the mountains are filled with little lost sheep
Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf
Ring them bells for all of us who are left
Ring them bells for the chosen few who would judge the many when the game is through
Ring them bells for the time that flies
song performed by by Heart from Desire Walks On
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Especially When the October Wind
Especially when the October wind
With frosty fingers punishes my hair,
Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire
And cast a shadow crab upon the land,
By the sea's side, hearing the noise of birds,
Hearing the raven cough in winter sticks,
My busy heart who shudders as she talks
Sheds the syllabic blood and drains her words.
Shut, too, in a tower of words, I mark
On the horizon walking like the trees
The wordy shapes of women, and the rows
Of the star-gestured children in the park.
Some let me make you of the vowelled beeches,
Some of the oaken voices, from the roots
Of many a thorny shire tell you notes,
Some let me make you of the water's speeches.
Behind a pot of ferns the wagging clock
Tells me the hour's word, the neural meaning
Flies on the shafted disk, declaims the morning
And tells the windy weather in the cock.
Some let me make you of the meadow's signs;
The signal grass that tells me all I know
Breaks with the wormy winter through the eye.
Some let me tell you of the raven's sins.
Especially when the October wind
(Some let me make you of autumnal spells,
The spider-tongued, and the loud hill of Wales)
With fists of turnips punishes the land,
Some let me make you of the heartless words.
The heart is drained that, spelling in the scurry
Of chemic blood, warned of the coming fury.
By the sea's side hear the dark-vowelled birds.
poem by Dylan Thomas
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At End Of A Holiday
'LEAVES and brambles from hill and hollow
Come and gather!' the children cried;
'The sun goes down, and the night will follow,
A moonless night on the dark hillside.'
All ways they wandered — the dry twigs snapping,
With laugh and prattle and song between;
Down on the rocks the waves were lapping,
The long swell swaying the seaweed green.
And she stood by in her white sun-bonnet,
All lace and snow on her tressy hair,
With a gold king-beetle dreaming on it
A lotus dream in the lustrous air.
Was it love, or a dove in the tall tree cooing?
Was it love, or a dove that loitered nigh?
The eventide is the hour for wooing —
But I was silent, and she was shy.
Then suddenly rose a far faint humming,
A growing noise in the evening hush,
And the prattle of children homeward coming,
Laden with spoil of the gold-brown bush.
'Leaves and brambles from hill and hollow!
The way was tangled, and tangles tire.
The sun goes down and the night will follow, —
Now down on your knees and make us a fire!'
The leaves were wet (how a storm may hinder!)
The brambles damp with a shower at noon;
She bent to help . . .and my heart of tinder,
Ah, why did it burst to flame so soon?
'Dry leaves, dry leaves from the twilight forest,
Or bark that is sheltered, or hidden ferns:
Dry leaves, dry leaves!' the children chorused,
'The drier the leaf the redder it burns!'
The fire leapt up with a sudden glancing,
The first flame flushing her hands of snow;
And round about went the children dancing,
Their faces lit by the rosy glow.
That fire has gone beyond all returning,
For wild winds scatter and chill rains drench:
All dust the leaves; but a fire is burning
That wind or water shall never quench.
Ah, leaves and brambles from hill and hollow!
And two together, and violet eyes . . .
The sun goes down, and love must follow,
A quenchless fire, and a flame that dies.
poem by Roderic Quinn
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Liars
astrologers
perhaps, the sky was misty
the stars were hidden
or you were too occupied
with predictions
to notice that change of fate
spelt out in the sky
perhaps you were just a liar
a liar since time immemorial
making money from
people's insecurities
delivering them a bag of nonsense
that they so eagerly clinged to
breakers of hearts you!
the stars that divided lovers
you spelt them out to be
the partners that you split
with your words
supposedly shown to you by the stars
countless stars in the sky
each of which you subscribed to
for crown successions, wars,
earth breakings, waves and waves
of desires for life conveniences
but your eyes were blocked
by waves and waves and waves
that plundered the Indian Ocean
of lives leaving waves and waves
of grief
the stars, they still look so charming
glittering
in the night ocean
the mysterious part, i let sink in it
swept away by the great tsunami
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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And What of Me, If I should Fall.
And What of Me, If I Should Fall
What more can I say to thee, on wounded heart and bended knee,
October winds caress my hall, and what of me, if I should fall.
The yellow photo that cannot talk, the cup of wine now turned to chalk, summers touch the king of Saul, and what of me, if I should fall.
Distant echo from the past, love so true on blood stained glass, that frozen kiss at the midnight ball, and what of me, if I should fall.
House of paper and cotton buds, beating heart and mental thud,
My name on red and cindered walls, and what of me, if I should fall.
The old church on that windswept hill, Heathcliff shivers with frowning chill, swallows song and sky so tall, and what of me, if I should fall.
My blue sea with its whitewash foam, October streets and home alone,
Unto the breach with yelling call, and what of me, if I should fall.
Cloudless forest on barren land, self destruct by noble hand, my sword is sharp and steely raw, and what of me, if I should fall.
poem by Fergus Michael Condron
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Echoes Of Moments Together
She was gasping for air
And left this morn.
I had to brush my teeth,
She was in the mirror
And in my eyes.
I had to sip my tea,
She was with me
Plunging deeper with every sip.
All through the rituals
She kept clinging to me
With every motion
The grasp was tighter.
I went out to face the day
And there she was in the sun,
In the air, all over me.
She was a guest in my world,
A few moments' find,
Leaving echoes in my mind!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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