Leave-Taking Near Shoku
They say the roads of Sanso are steep,
Sheer as the mountains.
The walls rise in a man's face,
Clouds grow out of the hill
at his horse's bridle.
Sweet trees are on the paved way of the Shin,
Their trunks burst through the paving,
And freshets are bursting their ice
in the midst of Shoku, a proud city.
Men's fates are already set,
There is no need of asking diviners.
poem by Ezra Pound
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Rise Up
rise up and fly like eagles
rise up through the sky
we've got to rise up
over higher mountains
rise up, rise up, rise up
Everybody's come a long long way
such a long way ,to be here today
we're going hard ,giving it all
we've been knocking on wood with our backs to the walls
we've been working every day and night
waiting for the chance for the day to arrive
and now we've all got something to prove
win or lose, there's only one thing to do
We've got to rise up
and fly like eagles
rise up through the sky
you've got to rise up
over higher mountains
rise up, rise up, rise up
Inside the sweat, inside the heat
in each and every heart there's a pounding beat
to do it wrong, to do it right
each of us has put up, one hell of a fight
and as we face the final test
all that we can do is to do our best
and as we're making time stand still
to get to the top you've got to give all you've got
You've got to rise up
and fly like eagles
rise up through the sky
you've got to rise up
over higher mountains
rise up, rise up
Shine a light and let them see
everything you want to be
Shine a light and let them know
you are never letting go
Rise up... win or lose there's only one thing to do
We've got to rise up
and fly like eagles
rise up through the sky
you've got to rise up
over higher mountains
rise up, rise up, rise up
Rise, and fly like eagles
rise up through the sky
you've got to rise up
over higher mountains
rise up, rise up, rise up, rise up,
over higher mountains, rise,
We've got to rise up.
song performed by by Vanessa Amorosi
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Roads That Cross
There are roads that cross,
From which one picks to choose.
Hoping to make a correct decision,
To select the best...
Is very difficult to do.
And one does what is thought to be right,
With faith to pray.
And one does what is hoped,
Will not cause confusion...
The rest of one's life to pay.
Yet...
Are there any roads paved with gold,
Cleared of clouds or thunder?
Are there any free of obstacles,
With no sign of pouring rain.
And...
Is there much to gain,
If one refuses to choose?
Are there any roads paved with gold,
Cleared of clouds or roaring thunder?
Are there any free of obstacles,
With no sign of feeling pain?
And...
Is there much to gain,
If one refuses to choose?
Is there any other way,
To live...
With a doing done to do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Treasure
Im coming in, got the wood stove on
At the end of a treasured day
Take off my hat and shoes
And I lay me down
Lives been lost and fortunes won
A test of the will to survive
See where the shadow falls
And you stake your claim
Chorus
I dream of trees and roads
I roam across the hills
The sky is big, the deepest blue,
The clouds like smoky trains
News coming in , goes nation wide
Not a grain of truth to be heard
Lie to an ancient tribe, in their mother tongue
Wreaking havoc and wrecking lives
Like a ball and chain to the skull
Rise see the eagle fly
Spirit cant be broken
I dream of trees and roads
I roam across the hills
The sky is big, the deepest blue,
The clouds like smoky trains
Bridge
I dream of trees and roads
I roam across the hills
The sky is big, the deepest blue,
The clouds like smoky trains
song performed by by Erasure
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The Call of the Bush
Three roads there are that climb and wind
Amongst the hills, and leave behind
The patterned orchards, sloping down
To meet a little country town.
And of these roads I'll take the one
That tops the ridges, where the sun
Is tempered by the mountain-breeze
And dancing shadows of the trees.
The road is rough - but to my feet
Softer than is the city street;
And then the trees! - how beautiful
She-oak and gum - how fresh and cool!
No walls there are to hamper me;
Only in blue infinity
The distant mountain-ramparts rise
Beneath the broad arch of the skies.
And in that high place I shall hear
The wild birds' singing, soft and clear;
And horse-bells tinkling as of old
In amongst the wattles' gold
Far-off is the ocean tide;
But there across the country-side
Roll waves of bush that rise and fall
To break against the mountain-wall.
And every little farm is seen
An island in a sea of green;
And every little farm at night
Flings through the dark its beacon-light -
There in the silence of the hills,
I shall find peace that soothes and stills
The throbbing of the weary brain, -
For I am going home again.
poem by Dora Wilcox
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Editing Same Path
I HAVE walked upon this path
alone
and that was years ago
when i still cry
water the pebbles with tears
they do not grow
flowers
there are no trees there
One day
I come down from the clouds
since i am heavy with
rain in my
heart and decide to
walk back the path
of stones
I have seeds of clouds in my pocket
rainbow shoots in my hands
The path have since then
bloomed with dew
and vapors rise to the skies
in prayers
Trees grow and
bees pollinate
a new world is born
since then
and children come and play
their games
again
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Horses for courses
See them at the starting-gate:
impatient horses tossing their bridled heads,
rearing, backing, snorting;
silk-bright riders patient;
how have they attained this race?
they’ve shared a fortitude, horse and rider together:
out at dawn in all weathers, focussed, thundering
down and round the beaten, scuffed-soil track;
never a slack training session;
they share – without a common language
save that of the heart – their discipline;
share that rare sense of unity
once forged in battle, now in peaceful excellence;
‘they’re off! ’ – the race begun;
all around, the watchers shouting, jumping, waving race-cards;
the rider, in the camera’s eye,
so calm; invisibly controlling;
amidst all this excited noise,
they are the quietest;
amidst all this galloping,
they are the stillest in their mind;
yet who knows a horse’s mind,
to say what’s patiently endured,
the daily training, bridle, bit and whip;
or what’s sheer exultation for a horse?
or where the discipline and freedom meet?
who knows what may be horse’s sheer contentment?
knows what contentment may exceed
that of horse being horse? …
as rider knows, that, win or lose, he’s done his best,
for himself and for the horse..
what do horse and rider share
between themselves, that’s
never spoken? For, see: each,
a clear and shining eye..
poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sonnet: Let Goodness Always Prevail
The mammoth trees are cut for timber's sake;
Large trees along the roads are felled as well;
The smaller ones in wild now grow and swell;
Then clouds to pour the rain, how can God make!
When virtues aren't nurtured in life sometime,
Then vices grow with vengeance in man's heart;
When bells of praise and hymns to God don't chime,
Blessings and grace from heaven can't depart.
When man's good deeds are stopped for reasons much,
His sins grow from a mole to mountain size;
How can the Maker's favours ever touch,
As sins abound and soul afills with vice?
For God to bless, our righteousness must grow,
And seeds of virtues, good deeds, one must sow!
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Life … Captivity
Life is a tale full of twists and turns
Of seas that calm and a Sun that burns
Of joys you laugh and sorrows you cry
Of deeds you do and goals you try;
Some roads still remain
untraversed, aloof,
Like the rider who knows not his horse's hoof,
When it sores, When it pains
Climbing along unfriendly terrains
The horse still continues its run,
Faithful, the beast of burden,
Uncomplaining, riding, neighing along
His mind however swaying along
Thinking when it would be free
When it would be unbound of the tree
When it will rise above the clouds
Far away from the madding crowds.
poem by Vishnu Sampoorn
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Kami O Shin Jiru
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine
Do you say a prayer when your feeling down
Do you believe that love can turn your faith around
Youre feeling high and low, but you dont know what to think
The world is full of saints who live their lives in sin
Dont ask the mirror ball you better ask yourself
I think you know the answers but maybe you cant tell
Youll see it all so clear just take a look inside
The judge you build inside your heart will always be your guide
Kami o shin jiru
Kami o shin jiru
Another day goes by and so does your life
You try to make some sense before your time to die
If you feel humility for something that is true
Youll find the secrets of this life deep inside of you
Kami o shin jiru
Kami o shin jiru
Kami o shin jiru
The innocent wont feel the judgement day
Kami o shin jiru
Kami o shin jiru
Kami o shin jiru
The innocent wont feel the judgement day
Kami o shin jiru
Kami o shin jiru
Kami o shin jiru
The innocent wont feel the judgement day
song performed by by Scorpions
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Weep Holes
Don't take us for the wall itself
For when the earthen plank behind the wall
Gets soaked through
We'll let the sorrow of burdonsome wetness
Flow through us
The soil sucks the trees' roots till now
Till now the sorrow of waters
hasn't reached the earthen plank behind the walls
Earth has not seen the woebegone face of the sky
The wall hasn't learnt to shed tears
Wind even now expects to blow the leaves away
Empty polythene bags sputter on roads
That never had trees planted on sides
People drink blood of their own climes
And grow like germs
Bonfire conflagrations ignite every where
Smoke has turned the flowers black
Butterflies' wings look ashen
The dream's face will bend under pressure
And break into smithereens
Let the moisture come!
Let the clouds of pains burst!
Let the sky's sorrow descend to the earth!
Don't consider us the wall itself
Don't think we're but worthless
For when the earthen plank behind the wall
Gets soaked
We'll be there to let the sorrow
Of burdensome wetness
flow through us
Look! Our eyes do not have tears
But the mud of our dreams.
(Translated by Dr. Satyapal Anand)
poem by Naseer Ahmed Nasir
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Line Of Control
They come to see us
In the company of winds and rains
Their whispers are heard
Besides the doors
And empty corridors are filled
With the shimmering garments and scented bodies.
Leaping over the walls, slipping down the roofs and sun shades
Walking with voiceless steps like the shadows of clouds
Eyes see them crossing the silence
Of half paved courtyards
Far from reach
Moving towards measureless distances.
The windows yawn with mouth agape
And ponder on that;
Overthrowing the earth, nestled comfortably on its breast
Looking triumphantly towards the sky
These mountains, beyond them
There must be a lake
And birds and nimbus clouds
And thickets of trees running into each other
Uneven grassy plains
Herds of sheep and lonely shepherds
And pathways running far away
There must be some village, some city
Or some other country
Where some other poet (like myself) lives
Writing verses!
Demarcation is easy on parchments
A few dots and lines delimitate
Mountains, rills, streams, sloping grounds
Fields, settlements, jurisdictions, ownerships and regions
Passes and secret paths
Even forts and battlements with rows of iron - clad heads
Can be drawn.
But while pointing out the shadows overstepping the walls
Extending to doors, windows, courtyards
And the silence spread up to the remote recesses of the hearts,
The sun and rain change their hue
On the ground plan.
(Translated from Urdu into English by Prof. Ghulam Jilani Asghar)
poem by Naseer Ahmed Nasir
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A Shin Splint
May the light of God shine upon
the Poet
who just had
a shin splint.
The shin pains
it
do not shine but shins its way
through
Chua-Shin
that little Chinese boy
whose cheeks
are read like peaches
of Guangzhou.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Take Me Home Country Road
Chorus:
Country roads, take me home, to the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama, take me home country roads
Almost heaven, West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountains, Shanondoor River
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, growin' like a breeze
(chorus)
All my memories gather 'round her, miners lay there, stranger to Blue Water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye
(chorus)
I hear her voice in the morning, how she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
And driving down the road I get a feeling
That I should've been home yesterday, yesterday
(chorus repeats 2x)
Take me home country roads, take me home country roads
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The climb
Forlorn, desilote, and serene.
I stand at the mountains
The place where I will rise
Upon its slope
Peace published in my thoughts
Oh how beautiful
Upon the mountains
My feet are
The feeling
I feel prepared me
For personal asent
Steep and salutary
A challange to be reckoned with
The charm of satifaction.
poem by Howard Johnson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Country Roads
Almost heaven, west virginia
Blue ridge mountains, shenandoah river
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze
Country roads, take me home
To the place, I be-long
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads
All my memries, gather round her
Miners lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye
Country roads, take me home
To the place, I be-long
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads
I hear her voice, in the mornin hours she calls to me
The radio reminds me of my home far a-way
And drivin down the road I get a feeling
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday
Country roads, take me home
To the place, I be-long
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads
song performed by by John Denver
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Four seasons in one day
Four seasons in one day
Rain and hail
Icy winter gale
Sunshine and warmth
Summer is on the horizon
Wind that blows
Air that moves leaves
On the trees
Four seasons in one day
Birth of a magus
Birth of a prince
The sky is full of clouds
That look like monsters
The roads are paved with ice
The sky is falling
The frogs outside the window
Ever faithful on this spring eve
While the men of the priestess
Roam and hunt
In search of themselves
Alone at night
As she is
Alone
Isolated
Unhappy
Afraid.
15th november2006
poem by Black Panther Eyes Eastick
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A Dream Of Dusk
feathery clouds scatter
like water color spatter
beyond are the blue mountains
near us are the twin silhouette of trees
at the left side is the moon
resting upon the shoulder
of a hill on this dreamy scene
everything blue and black
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Great Australian Adjective
The sunburnt ---- stockman stood
And, in a dismal ---- mood,
Apostrophized his ---- cuddy;
"The ---- nag's no ---- good,
He couldn't earn his ---- food -
A regular ---- brumby,
----!"
He jumped across the ---- horse
And cantered off, of ---- course!
The roads were bad and ---- muddy;
Said he, "Well, spare me ---- days
The ---- Government's ---- ways
Are screamin' ---- funny,
----!"
He rode up hill, down ---- dale,
The wind it blew a ---- gale,
The creek was high and ---- floody.
Said he, "The ---- horse must swim,
The same for ---- me and him,
Is something ---- sickenin',
----!"
He plunged into the ---- creek,
The ---- horse was ---- weak,
The stockman's face a ---- study!
And though the ---- horse was drowned
The ---- rider reached the ground
Ejaculating, "----!"
"----!"
This poem was originally published under the title "----!" (The Great Australian Adjective).
C.J. Dennis borrowed the style for his poem 'The Australaise.'
poem by William Thomas Goodge
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Goat Hill
Goat Hill
Walking out the door that man told me to go to hell
My son asked mommy where’s Goat Hill
I said I don’t know son it must be through the valley
My son said mommy lets go there
Up to goat hill
I bet it’s on top of the mountain
I bet there is waterfalls, birds, trees, pretty flowers for all the butterflies and honey bees
I said son if we could I’m sure we would
Most definitely go up to goat hill
I’m not ever going to take you where that man said to go
That place is an internal melting pot
And its way to hot
There’s no mountains with snow on top
No waterfalls trees birds butterflies or honey bees in the place that man said to go
Son I know you are good
Some day together I believe we will find the place called Goat Hill
You found somewhere in your mind
Where life is gentle and Kind
Everyday and every night all the time
Son I bet up on Goat Hill we will only see Gods will being done by the Father and the Son
poem by E.Marie AldrichCreasy
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Ode To The Hollow Bastion Within
Take part of the darkest of fruits and see me lose my mind.
My spirit has found repose in Angst's bosom.
Will no one save me from the bludgeoning of this life?
Why am I so angry? Where is the cause? it is hiding deep within me.
My heart cannot see it's face, and mirrors don't work in the depths of darkness.
Why do I feel so empty? I wish nothingness was more discreet.
I'm tired of pretending; where is my redemption? Here, yes, but where?
Why must clouds veil mountains? Ironic, mountains are so much bigger too. But even clouds have their Mountains I suppose.
poem by Soren Valentine
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!