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The Table Shared (For Fela!)

let the door close quietly, friend.
the candle burns all the way down.
the books all closed, the letters packed,
the footprints of loving lost in sand.
the storm is over, the world begins anew,
the song of the grasses fills the stillness.
the trees still bowed in deep respect,
for one who came, raged, and breathed...
we are no more than small things done,
but certainly no less!
the laughter, the tears, the napkin folded,
the cup of companions, the table shared!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Footprints

Footprints in the sand
As deep as they might be
Will someday be washed away
By the wind or by the sea.
The footprints have been placed
Upon the beaches sand
In memory of a creature
Proclaiming Himself as Man.
I followed this set of footprints
Placed upon the beaches Earth
To find out where Man had gone to,
And to find out His Earthly worth.
Many of the footprints were deep,
Placed upon the beaches sand,
From the troubles that Man had kept
With memories held in His hand.
And the footprints, that were placed wide
They were many upon the beach,
Were they from the trouble that Man did hide,
Or was it from happiness, that was out of reach.
And then as I noticed in front of me
The footprints were swept away,
Man again was forgotten
Until He returned another day.
Then I looked behind me,
I saw my footprints in the sand
And I know someone will follow them
While wondering, who was this Man.
Had my footprints been placed deep,
Or were they placed apart very wide,
Will they wondered if I ever laughed,
Or if I cried, from sorrows I couldn't hide.
So I closed my eyes and I wondered
About the footprints that I had placed
Someday, will Man He follow them,
While believing my life a waste.
So I continued my walk upon the beach,
I was a very joyful and happy Man,
I left my sorrow and trouble behind me,
In my footprints in the sand.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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Candle At The Edge Of The World

There is a candle at the edge of the world
that burns for all humanity.
In the daytime, it burns blue
to colour our skies when we wake.
At night, it is covered with a shade
and that is when darkness calls.
This candle at the edge of the world
is a constant reminder to us all
that if we venture too far too fast
we will eventually fall.
The candle burns within us
to show us the way each day
and if it ever fails
that is when our darkness calls.
It burns through our torment and strife,
our loves, happiness and failures too.
That candle at the edge of the world
is simply me and you.

poem by David Harris
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The Sands of Tıme

Yesterday.!
I returned to
the beach,
once again
to gather
memories
looking for
a dream.

happy
moments
were spent
there,
moments to
be cherished.

gathering
shells for
our
collections,
whispered
secrets,
laughing
leaving
footprints
in the sand.

Today.!
as I wander
back
only one
set of
footprints
remain.
the other
lost
forever
in the
sands
of time.

poem by Heather Burns
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Sweet Reunion

In the moment I first saw you,
I could swear that we had met,
The look in your eye,
Was so familiar,
Where and when, I forget.
Whispered your name in introduction,
Darling, my heart filled the room,
And I knew it was you, come back in my life.
So we meet again, my long lost friend
Once again, we get to start anew,
And it feels like a thousand years,
Ive been loving you.
Girl have you been waiting here, for someone near,
Searchin the world for a friend,
Come on in, Ive been expecting you
Sweet reunion, welcome home again.
How many lifetimes have I loved you,
How many times have you loved me,
The sound of your voice is in my memory,
Like the wind, on the sea.
The glow of your heart has been my lighthouse,
Ive followed it in from distant shores,
Now I wont be afraid to love anymore.
So we meet again, my long lost friend
Once again, we get to start anew,
And it feels like a thousand years,
Ive been loving you.
Girl have you been waiting here, for someone near,
Searchin the world for a friend,
Come on in, Ive been expecting you
Sweet reunion, welcome home again.
Whatever happens, nothings ever going to be the same,
Now youll find me here at last,
Your loves released me from the past,
My heart and soul have always remembered your name.
Girl have you been waiting here, for someone near,
Searchin the world for a friend,
Come on in, Ive been expecting you
Sweet reunion, welcome home again.
Ive always been loving you
Girl have you been waiting here, for someone near,
Searchin the world for a friend,
Come on in, Ive been expecting you
Sweet reunion, welcome home again.

song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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Love Letters

As
children
we played
on the
beach.

gathering
shells
for our
collections.

Leaving
love
let ters
in the
sand.

the tide
rushed
in
many times

lately
I returned
seeking
the
letters.

for some
reason
they could
not be
found.

the beach
a blank
slate.

an angry
tide had
rushed in
destroying
our love
letters.

forever
lost in
the sand.

poem by Heather Burns
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Footprints

FOOTPRINTS

In the journey of my life's ups and downs
You accompany me and guide me
With my burdened heart
I see your footprints left in the sand

The footprints you leave behind
Encourage me to go on
My prayers flow like tears
Watching your presence left in the sand
And your care imprinted in my heart

I know you have carried me
My footprints I cannot see
You want me to be happy, fulfilled and free
To complete the works you have begun on me.

poem by Meggie Gultiano
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Red Candle

Red candle burns romantic in the night
Lovers hide from the barren torn world
Wrapped in symbols of hope and future

World war seems far from the moonlit sea
Passionate red roses for sweet lovers
Night covers time with universal desire

Goya painted ominous murals of truth
This red candle burns like rivers of blood
Christmas seems so sad for a soldier

Will a nuclear bomb blow out this red candle?
Existential sex like Ann Frank's last birthday
Pound your drums and fight your causes

The horrible crows fly in Van Gogh's mind
Hiroshima burns with a fire from hell
Tonight the red candle is for silk and lace

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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The Beaches Of Cheyenne

They packed up all his buckles
And shipped his saddle to his dad
And by the way the house looked
She must have took it bad.
The workers come on monday
To fix the door and patch the wall.
They say she just went crazy
The night she got the call.
He was up in wyoming
And drew a bull no man could ride.
He promised her hed turn out
Well it turned out that he lied.
And their dreams that theyd been livin
In the california sand
Died right there beside him in cheyenne.
(chorus)
They she just went crazy
Screamin out his name
She ran out into the ocean
And to this day they claim
That if you go down by the water
Youll see her footprints in the sand
cause every night she walks the beaches of cheyenne.
They never found her body
Just her diary by her bed
It told about the fight they had
And the words that she had said.
When he told her he was ridin
She said then I dont give a damn
If you never come back from cheyenne.
*chorus*
Nobody can explain it
Some say shes still alive
They even claim theyve seen her
On the shoreline late at night.
So if you go down by the water
Youll see her footprints in the sand
cause every night she walks the beaches of cheyenne.
Every night she walks the beaches of cheyenne.

song performed by by Garth Brooks
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song performed by by Ufo
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I Can Be My Own Galaxy

closed door.

everything not close,
open fingers.

closer hues,
like purple to red and violet,

they are closely entwined, but not
closed,

they may be close enough
to resemble the kind of warmth
and ambiance found within
the nearness of their hues,

but they know, on closer
scrutiny, their differences,

distinct as sand to sun,
separable as clouds
to rain,

and you to me,
i am warm as red,
you are pink as desire,

we blend, i am fire and
you are this cinder.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Take Me With You

(released as b-side of we wait and we wonder cd single, 1994)
If you see the light on in the window of my room
Ill be looking out though the shades are drawn
If you should hear someone quietly calling out for your hair
Dont be alarmed it might just be me
Take me with you, take me there
Ill go with you anywhere
Show me all the things you know
Are you with me, are you there
Ill be with you everywhere
Show me all the things you know, you know, you know, you know
The sun always seems to shine on the other side of the mountain
The water is clearer on the other side of the hill
All that water comes to me, ooh as I lay down
Where I am is where I should be
Take me with you, take me there
Ill go with you anywhere
Show me all the things you know - oh
Are you with me, are you there
Ill be with you everywhere
Show me all the things you know
Im holding them close to me
All those things I learned
But theres no questions and answers
So we watch the candle burn, on and on
So the candle burns all night, burns so bright until morning
When I wake I find myself alone
So if you see me - are you here? - hear someone cry, calling out
Rescue me and take me home - take me home
Take me with you, take me there
Ill go with you anywhere
Show me all the things you know - you know
Take me with you, take me with you
Take me with you, take me with you
Show me all the things you know
Please show me
Please take me, show me
Just take me, show me...

song performed by by Phil Collins
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Alphabet Lost And Found

On this fateful day, in the history of whenever,
An epidemic of missing letters has swept the land.
Whatever the cause, for the sake of future generations,
In the limited time we have been permitted, these stories must be told.
There was an apple that lost his 'a'
There was a zebra that lost his 'z'
There was a chauffeur that left his 'auffer' on the dashboard
Of the car that lost its 'r'
Well, the car had lost its 'r' in a pothole
On a street that lost its 'e'
When the garbage collector with a missing 'ector' swept it up
With a broom that lost its 'oom'
Where they gonna go without their letters?
How could they survive without their letters?
Where they gonna go to find their letters?
They gonna have to get together-
At the alphabet lost and found (alphabet lost and found)
At the alphabet lost and found (alphabet lost and found)
There was a school that lost its 'cool'
when they tired to ring the bell that had no 'l'
With all the letters gone, the spelling bee was canceled
Science teachers had their hands full
English classes could not be complete
Where they gonna go without their letters?
How could they survive without their letters?
Where they gonna go to find their letters?
They gonna have to get together
Where they gonna go without their letters?
How could they survive without their letters?
Where they gonna go to find their letters?
They gonna have to get together
Crowds of people, animals, and incomplete words have been seen at a previously unknown place to be referred to as-
The alphabet lost and found (alphabet lost and found)
At the alphabet lost and found (alphabet lost and found)
At the alphabet lost and found (alphabet lost and found) (how could they survive without their letters)
At the alphabet lost and found (alphabet and lost found) (they gonna have to get together)
At the alphabet lost and found (alphabet and lost found) (they gonna have to get together)
At the alphabet lost and found (alphabet and lost found) (they gonna have to get together)

song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Books up on books

Color in Black, color in white
And also in different colors
Colors were brushed in minds
Respectively be hard

Printed embossed letters
In books of epigraphy
Color in black
On Space of white
Told that is black

Black white and colors
Books up on books
Being closed near by
Dialogues having intercourse
Get soaked colors of minds
Smudged

Scabrous words
Boorish colors
In a content of
In a book
Wearing a strange cover

Not get closed
And be separated
Having filed up afar
At the library of old

On a table
Books up on books
Turn pages
Marking and conflicting
And also comparing

An empty paper
A pen
A hand with five fingers
An artist

poem by Udaya R. Tennakoon
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Girl From Pachacamac

i wish i'd had the time to look into your eyes
and quietly say the words, the words that you'd expect
i wish i'd touched your face and you would hold my hand
then tears were on our guard and silence was our friend
and we would leave behind the chaos in our lifes
the struggle and the strife and the black and white
and all the letters that we wrote
would be printed out in gold
in our memories to behold
without explanations
to be told...
i dreamt i had the time to listen what you'd say
and what you'd say was true and we could start anew
i saw u bachstage in that chair
dressed up in lies but oh so fair
and then i took you by the hand and off we went
and we just drank to quench our thirst
that never dies and always burns
deep in the night out on the streets
i'd like to kiss you too but it wouldn't do
and all the poems that we wrote
would be printed out in gold
in our memories to behold
without explanations
to be told...
and we would leave behind the chaos in our lifes
the struggle and the strife and the black and white
and all the letters that we wrote
would be printed out in gold
in our memory to behold without explanations...
and we just drink to quench our thirst
that never dies and always burns
deep in the night out on the streets
i'd like to kiss you too without explanations..
to be told..

song performed by by Alphaville
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