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New Leaves

In the kitchen window
the coleus I cut down to stumps
to make cuttings for friends
is spreading new leaves to the sun.

Small hairs
the light catches
rise from the new leaves;
red seeps into green
along the veins.

The newest
is brightest.

The plant
cocks intelligent
faces
at the sun
and looks and looks and looks.

I would visit my friends
but feel troubled and shy.

poem by Eric Torgersen
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Exaltation On A Cool Kitchen Floor

I wanted to come visit
you waiting in the springtime
When the leaves change
I wanted to come visit
You waiting in the springtime
When the leaves change
The ground outside is begging
For that newness that surrounds us
As we dance back through the screen door
In the sunlight of mid-April
But the glow won't stop the smiles
That are spreading on our faces
As we fall down on the kitchen floor
And she's laughing
about something
that she had heard earlier
And I can't help noticing that she
Is sitting closer to me
Than she ever has before

song performed by by Bright Eyes
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Improvisations: Light And Snow: 08

Many things perplex me and leave me troubled,
Many things are locked away in the white book of stars
Never to be opened by me.
The starr’d leaves are silently turned,
And the mooned leaves;
And as they are turned, fall the shadows of life and death.
Perplexed and troubled,
I light a small light in a small room,
The lighted walls come closer to me,
The familiar pictures are clear.
I sit in my favourite chair and turn in my mind
The tiny pages of my own life, whereon so little is written,
And hear at the eastern window the pressure of a long wind, coming
From I know not where.
How many times have I sat here,
How many times will I sit here again,
Thinking these same things over and over in solitude
As a child says over and over
The first word he has learned to say.

poem by Conrad Potter Aiken
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I lose my girl

Alone …Alone …Alone
It’s so hard to be alone
With whole my family
With whole my friends
However I think I’m here alone.

Sad …Sad …Sad...
I lost a beautiful thing I had
I told my mum I told my dad
That I feel good I don’t feel bad
Should I feeling happy or feeling sad
I don’t know I don’t understand

Light …Light …light …
Dark is here where is the light
I can’t see I can’t think I can’t write
And for my happiness I’ll fight
To know what the difference
Between the wrong and the right

Feel …Feel …Feel …
Love is not easy thing to feel
She hurts my heart, I try to heal
She leaves me with the pain
She leaves me with the tears.

poem by Yasser Koor
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[My Little Green Plant]

I have a plant in my house.
Not a tree a shrub ore a shrew.
But a plant.
It's green and red and sparkle blue.
Healthy clean and sticky like glue.
Bold beautifully and fragrant to.
My little green plant, how I love you.

I love my plant all stretched out high.
When it's flowers open it reveals a surprise
Just imagine it as you close you're eyes.
My little green plant, always on my mind.

My plant is thirsty it needs special care.
Nutrients and light, without it would die.
Like a child growing up ill always be there.
12 weeks to grow, and not a care.
3 feed tall and producing air.
My little green plant with little red hairs.

The time has come that I must say good by,
my little green plant has grown up right.
I'll trim it nice and hold on tight,
my little green plant makes me happiest tonight.
I'll sow the seed and sign the deed,
my little green plants one hell of a weed.

Come on now people get your minds out of the gutter..... I'm just talking about sage! :)

poem by Seth Morrow
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Kitchen Bitches

Round table they all meet, set up in the kitchen.
They had a book highlighted with their so call friends name,
They all did their homework report and came to tell about the information that they've gather.
Pour their tea ready to talk about anecdotes,
the conversation is backbiting about their friends life

The kitchens bitches spread intimating rumors about they friends who live way better than the kitchen bitches

They begin with 'word of the mouth is! '
They love to gossip, it is like a rush they need every week,
this meeting make them feel good about themselves and also put them in the right mood

'Gossip conference is over, so next week lets meet at a new location! '
Their small minds discuss people, but they're blind to see that they own life is more mess up than anyone on the block.

Kitchen bitches only dislike gossip is when you gossip about them.
Ever member of the kitchen bitches even talk about the misssing member when they move to a different kitchen.

poem by Brittany Wongus
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Let Me Touch You Now

Let me touch you now
Before I take leave and go to sleep;
Let me feel the warmth
Of your heart-beat
As it seeps through
Your satin-green plumage.

The earthy green texture
Of your fluffy feathers
Bristles with the wind filtering
Through my bamboo window;
It makes me feel
Eco-lubed in your green majesty.

And the shaft of light
Pulsating through my attic window,
Brings a resplendent green glow
of rich, textured earthiness
within my heart;
In this ambience,
I am forever green with happiness.

poem by Leonard Dabydeen
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When Green Leaves Come again

WHEN green leaves come again, my love,
When green leaves come again,--
Why put on such a cloudy face,
When green leaves come again?

'Ah, this spring will be like the last,
Of promise false and vain;
And summer die in winter's arms
Ere green leaves come again.

'So slip the seasons--and our lives;
'T is idle to complain:
But yet I sigh, I scarce know why,
When green leaves come again.'

Nay, lift up thankful eyes, my sweet!
Count equal, lost and gain:
Because, as long as the world lasts,
Green leaves will come again.

For, sure as earth lives under snows,
And Love lives under pain,
'T is good to sing with everything,
'When green leaves come again.'

poem by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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The Light Through The Morning Window

THE LIGHT THROUGH THE MORNING WINDOW

The light through the morning window
The small leaves of the light green tree
The pale sky waiting behind everything
The night which is gone now.

All these failures one after the other,
Other names other destinies, greater than mine
The single singing I cannot hear
The great prophecies I will not realize.

Others who are more to me
Even than I am to myself.

The morning
The morning again
Words again
Trying to live again
A poem again perhaps.

In a life of many days
In which each small day
Its own struggle
And each night
A night which ends
With morning light.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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George Edmunds' Song

Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around he here;
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
How like the hopes of childhood's day,
Thick clust'ring on the bough!
How like those hopes in their decay-
How faded are they now!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around me here;
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!

Wither'd leaves, wither'd leaves, that fly before the gale:
Withered leaves, withered leaves, ye tell a mournful tale,
Of love once true, and friends once kind,
And happy moments fled:
Dispersed by every breath of wind,
Forgotten, changed, or dead!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around me here!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!

poem by Charles Dickens
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song performed by by New Edition
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With A Little Help From My Friends

What would you think if I sang out of tune
Would you stand up and walk out on me
Lend me your ears and Ill sing you a song
And Ill try not to sing out of key
Oh, Ill get by with a little help from my friends
Oh, Ill get high with a little help from my friends
Oh, Ill get by with a little help from my friends, my friends
What do you do when our love is away
Does it worry you to be alone
And how does it feel by the end of the day
Are you sad because youre on your own
Oh, Ill get by with a little help from my friends
Oh, Ill get high with a little help from my friends
Oh Ill get by with a little help from my friends
Do you need any body
I need somebody to love
Could it be anybody
I need somebody to love, to love, to love
Would you believe in this love at first sight
Yes Im certain that it happens al the time
What do you see when you turn out the light
I cant tell you but I know that its mine
Oh, Ill get by with a little help from my friends
Oh, Ill get high with a little help from my friends
Oh Ill get by with a little help from my friends
Do you need any body
I need somebody to love
Could it be anybody
I need somebody to love
Oh, Ill get by with a little help from my friends
Oh, Ill get high with a little help from my friends
Oh, Ill get high with a little help from my friends
Oh, Ill get by with a little help from my friends
With a little help from my friends, my friends, my friends
Repeat to fade...

song performed by by Wet Wet Wet
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Falling Leaves

Summer has passed, but
The weather is still fair.
The once leaf-laden trees,
Are, now, almost bear.

Leaves spiral down;
Spinning round and round,
Until, at last, they
Reach the ground.

The once green leaves,
Have now grown old,
And have created below,
A carpet of red, brown, and gold.

Whipped around by the wind,
The fallen leaves, float and fly.
A sudden gust of wind, catches them,
Sending them, sailing up high.

Leaves crunch underfoot;
They curl and decay.
There's a musty smell in the air,
As they slowly, waste away.

Soon the leaves will be gone,
And where they once had lain,
Will be just their lacy skeleton;
Soon, only an impression will remain.

poem by Angela Wybrow
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My Plant is in a Cage

Some of my friends say,
I have green fingers.
I just plant the seed and pray,
and watch, as time lingers.

Grow they do, green and lush
Don't tell no one hush, hush.
cause in Holland we grow 'Mary Jane'
In U.S.A. and Canada it's not quit the same.

The green sage is all the rage,
So I put my green plant in a cage
Locked up tight, 'Motion Detector' on! .
In the morning, no plant will be gone!

poem by David Darbyshire
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I Know My Love

I KNOW my Love by his way of walking,
And I know my love by his way of talking,
And I know my love dressed in a suit of blue,
And if my Love leaves me, what will I do?
And still she cried, “I love him the best,
And a troubled mind, sure, can know no rest,”
And still she cried, “Bonny boys are few,
And if my Love leaves me, what will I do?”

There is a dance house in Mar’dyke,
And there my true love goes every night;
He takes a strange one upon his knee,
And don’t you think, now, that vexes me?
And still she cried, “I love him the best,
And a troubled mind, sure, can know no rest,”
And still she cried, “Bonny boys are few,
And if my Love leaves me, what will I do?”

If my Love knew I could wash and wring,
If my Love knew I could weave and spin,
I would make a dress all of the finest kind,
But the want of money, sure, leaves me behind.

And still she cried, “I love him the best,
And a troubled mind, sure, can know no rest,”
And still she cried, “Bonny boys are few,
And if my Love leaves me, what will I do?”

I know my Love is an arrant rover,
I know he’ll wander the wide world over,
In dear old Ireland he’ll no longer tarry,
And an English one he is sure to marry.
And still she cried, “I love him the best,
And a troubled mind, sure, can know no rest,”
And still she cried, “Bonny boys are few,
And if my Love leaves me, what will I do?”

poem by Anonymous English
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Leaves

Leaves fall down on the ground.

Yellow.

Green.

Brown .

Which ones are the better leaves?

All of them are equal for they are all leaves.

Each leave may have a different shape and color but still not better than the other.

For humans are similar to leaves we may all have different shapes, sizes, and talents.

But all still human beings.

We fall.

We rise

And then pick ourselves up.

So we all aren't better than each other.

But just have different talents.

poem by Christina J. Williams
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Parting

O tell me, friends, while yet we part,
And heart can yet be heard of heart,
O tell me then, for what is it
Our early plan of life we quit;
From all our old intentions range,
And why does all so wholly change?
O tell me, friends, while yet we part!

O tell me, friends, while yet we part,
The rays that from the centre start
Within the orb of one warm sun,
Unless I err, have once begun,
Why is it thus they still diverge?
And whither tends the course they urge?
O tell me, friends, while yet we part!

O tell me, friends, while yet ye hear,
May it not be, some coming year,
These ancient paths that here divide
Shall yet again run side by side,
And you from there, and I from here,
All on a sudden reappear?
O tell me, friends, while yet ye hear!

O tell me, friends, ye hardly hear,
And if indeed ye did, I fear
Ye would not say, ye would not speak,
Are you so strong, am I so weak,
And yet, how much so e’er I yearn,
Can I not follow, nor you turn?
O tell me, friends, ye hardly hear!

O tell me, friends, ere words are o’er,
There’s something in me sad and sore
Repines, and underneath my eyes
I feel a somewhat that would rise,
O tell me, O my friends, and you,
Do you feel nothing like it too?
O tell me, friends, ere words are o’er!

O tell me, friends that are no more,
Do you, too, think ere it is o’er
Old times shall yet come round as erst,
And we be friends, as we were first?
Or do you judge that all is vain,
Except that rule that none complain?
O tell me, friends that are no more!

poem by Arthur Hugh Clough
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New For Old

Bud blisters into life
Stretching for the light
Unfolding radiant green
Upturned palm to the sun
Life seeping in, breathing out
Green, Green so Green
Resurrected hope, so Green
Summer breeze stroking
Branches ebb and flow
Leaves so Green strong now
Fear not wind of change
Mellow summer turns
Green, green, green-yellow
Yellow area of dieing heart
Green lingers no more
Limp transparent yellow
Barely a breeze takes one
Fierce Hyde-like wind now
Cracking and ripping
Wind torn leaves fall
Life chords snapped
Death too early, still Green
Nourishment broken not ended
Seasons build up to tear down
To build up, to tear down
Leaves fall, Green leaves fall
And then some more
Until leaves are falling, falling
Trees and branches revealed
In the x-ray of autumn blast
Winter is coming
Winter is coming
Yellow pale yellow carpet
Beneath the naked tree
Yellow, mulchy brown
Once crisp leaves scatter
Green, yellow, transparent veins
Tired, half dead, leaves lose their grip
Join the autumn rain soaked mound
Providing new life to the roots
Old for new, New for Old
Seeds buried in death
Bring new life in Spring
In the end is the beginning.

poem by Adrian Wait
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Renda Writer - Colors

Mismanagement damages the fabrics
Woven by the chosen few
The pointing finger chose you
Red light special
Code blue
Blue light special
Red light
Stop
Green go
Green money
Green grasso
Green leaves
Then the green leaves
Unless we start living green
Green seems
To be common
The common theme
The common ground
Is color
We're all brothers from another mother smothered by
The sun and the sky
Everything under the sun has not yet been done
And why?

poem by Renda Writer
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With A Little Help From My Friends

a little help from my friends
What would you think if i sang out of tune,
Would you stand up and walk out on me.
Lend me your ears and i'll sing you a song,
And i'll try not to sing out of key.
I get by with a little help from my friends,
I get high with a little help from my friends,
Going to try with a little help from my friends.
What do i do when my love is away.
(does it worry you to be alone)
How do i feel by the end of the day
(are you sad because you're on your own)
No i get by with a little help from my friends,
Do you need anybody,
I need somebody to love.
Could it be anybody
I want somebody to love.
Would you believe in a love at first sight,
Yes i'm certain that it happens all the time.
What do you see when you turn out the light,
I can't tell you, but i know it's mine.
Oh i get by with a little help from my friends,
Do you need anybody,
I just need someone to love,
Could it be anybody,
I want somebody to love.
I get by with a little help from my friends,
Yes i get by with a little help from my friends,
With a little help from my friends.

song performed by by Beatles
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Vivaldi, concerto for flute

Children playing on a green playground
Mothers watching
Closely watching
The faces of children
Smiling

Cool air
Green leaves brown leaves yellow leaves
Soft wind
Leaves falling down to the slow soft wind

Children running
Chasing each other
They are playing

A mother feels the soft wind
Cool air
And sees the trickles of leaves
Blending green brown yellow

With sunshine as canvass
Nature and human figures of mothers and children
Blending
Amazing
What a beautiful painting has God
In quick short brushes
Effortlessly with perfect strokes did make

The frame is laughter of children.

I am taking the whole picture for home.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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With A Little Help From My Friends

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