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Renewal

There must be a death
if there is to be a resurrection;
The demise of something
in part or the whole of:
that portion of one's being...
Only then shall we see
with eyes new as morning's first light.
Only then shall we have
reinvented ourselves:
allow ourselves to take the first steps
laden with amnesia
of the former, forgotten self.
Come and cease to be
and let today bow to the
kiss of tomorrow's promise.
Tread upon the petals of yesterday
and smell the fragrance that
lingers, that solitary spectre,
olfactory memory that words cannot outline.
Wound your forgiveness with the scar of remembrance.
Nothing is as sweet to the lips
than the ashes strewn from the phoenix rising.

poem by Frederick Kesner
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Life

I've seen the light and I've
seen the fate
And I walked away
Still I'm ok
I remember the pain inside
from the day when my mother died
Never went away
It's still here today
[Chorus]
Ya born alone
Ya die alone
And still we live on
Yesterday is a memory
Tomorrow is a vision
But today
it's a bitch
Yesterday is a memory
Tomorrow is a vision
But today
it's a bitch
And my baby he went to sleep
in his mother's arms we pray to keep
He shyed away
He never lived a day
Best friend call me up to say
with a gun in his hand said he's goin' crazy
Said you'll be ok
he still died the next day
[Chorus]
Ya born alone
Ya die alone
And still we live on
Yesterday is a memory
Tomorrow is a vision
But today
it's a bitch
Yesterday is a memory
Tomorrow is a vision
But today
it's a bitch
I stood in line
I've lost my pride
I've made the change
I'm a better man today
Death brings life
Still we try
To live a better way
Before your dyin day
[Chorus]
Ya born alone
Ya die alone
And still we live on
Yesterday is a memory
Tomorrow is a vision
But today
it's a bitch
Yesterday is a memory
Tomorrow is a vision
But today
it's a bitch
Yea yea
Yesterday is a memory
But today
it's a bitch
[fades]
Yea yea
Yesterday is a memory
tomorrow is a vision...
[Thanks to [email protected] for these lyrics]

song performed by by Zug Izland
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The morning scent of rosemary

‘Rosemary – that’s for remembrance..'

Can you smell it now?
that tough yet choosy herb,
giving of itself;

remembrance, perhaps, for Northern Europeans,
of that package tour to Crete:
rising early, that first morning,
the body clock not quite adjusted,

the sun already warming mountain-sides
before it reaches down into the valley;

already, the intoxicating scent of wild herbs
rolling slowly down the hillside, telling you,
this, this, could be paradise..

below you, blue morning sea
beyond white walls of huddled houses..
still in the air, the hint of night-time’s blessed dew..

rosemary: did you think it named
after the fragrance of Mary’s own humility,
mingling with the scent of manger hay?
mingling with the sweetness of that day?

no – ‘ros marinus’, dew of the ocean,
is the meaning of its name…
though, how well it suits her memory..

suits, too, that remembered Cretan morning;
for before the Romans, Indians used those words;
the dew, humidity, rather than humility;
marine, cognate with the words
for the clear, pure light of sun on sea…

that Cretan morning:
the rosemaried fragrance of remembrance;
sunshine and white walls adoring one another;
sky and sea, two shades of Maryblue.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Love Me Tomorrow

She said, "it's lonely here tonight." she's always sad when she's alone.
She said, "i need you here tonight." she couldn't wait 'til i get home.
She loves me, and that's all i need to know.
She's part of my life; just a part i won't let go.
Then she said,
"love me tomorrow. won't you please promise me? love me tomorrow like today.
Love me tomorrow; hurry back. can't you see i need you much more than
Yesterday?"
You know it's always cold at night; it's always lonely 'til the dawn.
And though it's not what we both want, knowing she's there, i'll carry on.
Because she loves me, and that's all i need to know.
She's part of my life; just a part i won't let go.
Then she said,
"love me tomorrow. won't you please promise me? love me tomorrow like today.
Love me tomorrow; hurry back. can't you see i need you more than any words can
Say?"
She loves me, and that's all i need to know.
She's part of my life; just a part i won't let go.
Then she said,
"love me tomorrow. won't you please promise me? love me tomorrow like today.
Love me tomorrow; hurry back. can't you see i need you much more than
Yesterday?"
Love me tomorrow; love me tomorrow like today.
Love me tomorrow; i need you much more than yesterday

song performed by by Chicago
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Love Me Tomarrow

She said, its lonely here tonight. shes always sad when shes alone.
She said, I need you here tonight. she couldnt wait til I get home.
She loves me, and thats all I need to know.
Shes part of my life; just a part I wont let go.
Then she said,
Love me tomorrow. wont you please promise me? love me tomorrow like today.
Love me tomorrow; hurry back. cant you see I need you much more than
Yesterday?
You know its always cold at night; its always lonely til the dawn.
And though its not what we both want, knowing shes there, Ill carry on.
Because she loves me, and thats all I need to know.
Shes part of my life; just a part I wont let go.
Then she said,
Love me tomorrow. wont you please promise me? love me tomorrow like today.
Love me tomorrow; hurry back. cant you see I need you more than any words can
Say?
She loves me, and thats all I need to know.
Shes part of my life; just a part I wont let go.
Then she said,
Love me tomorrow. wont you please promise me? love me tomorrow like today.
Love me tomorrow; hurry back. cant you see I need you much more than
Yesterday?
Love me tomorrow; love me tomorrow like today.
Love me tomorrow; I need you much more than yesterday

song performed by by Chicago
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Today - the Yesterday of Tomorrow

today is the yesterday
of tomorrow
today is also the tomorrow
of yesterday

yesterday was the today
of the then tomorrow

tomorrow which is the now today
is the tomorrow of yesterday

what is yesterday's yesterday?
what is the today of today?

what will be the tomorrow of tomorrow?

yesterday made today
today is creating tomorrow
the now today will be the
yesterday of the incoming tomorrow
and that tomorrow will become today

but tomorrow is yet unknown

for there is no today without yesterday
and no yesterday without today

but tomorrow will be unknown

from wired thoughts
marchanism.com

poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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Forbidden Kiss

The taste still lingers on my lips
I feel it's presence there
A forbidden kiss

A kiss so sweet
And one so pure
This kiss that plays across my lips
One that will linger there
For all eternity

My true love's kiss
His one, his only
His final kiss
That sealed our fates
And claimed his life

A kiss of life
A kiss of death
One kiss
That will last
For all eternity
In death

One forbidden kiss
Of two star crossed lovers
Fated to love
Fated to die

A kiss of light
A kiss of darkness
One of an angel
One of a demon
A sweet, forbidden kiss

An eternal kiss
That seemed to last but a moment in time
One that will haunt me for a life time
A seal of death
A broken heart
All because of
That forbidden kiss...

poem by DiAnne Douglass
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I am empty, old, poor, but smell good

got a fresh one... everytime we look for food,
vegetable, milk, fish, and even our eyes want
to see fresh beautiful women and handsome
gentlemen... a part of us is something that
tells that we came from fresh origin

remember when the first time we meet our
husband and wife... they were so sweet and
tender.... like a first morning dew, waiting the
early morning to come, beneath the horizon
dawn of the earth and sky

it is the present that tells the past, for today
is the present and it tells that iam fresh until
you lost your appetite of what is today

today is what you saw, in the yesteryear's, for
it does not close my dear, it is only your eyes
that closed, ages... is moment to live....a state
of wisdom to share...a grit.... to hold on too..
with you

as you steer at me...iam old....rotten...broken...
yet so sweet to smell... like as years gone-by,
the smell remind you the fragrance you want...
is yourself that lives in me......it is in me that.....
is in you.... we smell

poem by Antonio Liao
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The soul in me is really hers

I do not know how to make my eyes, which
Move impatiently around
To have a glance of her,
Understand
That she herself is my vision

I do not know how to make my ears, which
Long for hearing
The sweet voice of hers,
Understand
That she keeps singing inside me

I do not know how to make my heart, which
Throbs for an
Intimate togetherness with her,
Understand
That each of its pulse is triggered by her thought

I do not know how to make my hands, which
Are gnawingly desirous
Of caressing her
Understand
That I am yet to recover from the
Scintillation of her previous touch

I do not know how to make my lips, which
Restlessly bother me
With their thirst for a passionate kiss of hers
Understand
That I still hold on to
The taste of the previous experience

I do not know how to make my olfactory nerves, which
Consistently seek to get
The smell of hers
Understand
That the entire air
Is laden with the scent of her fragrance

I do not know how to make the soul inside me, which
In solitude
Cries for a heartful union with her
Understand
That the soul in me is really hers

poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Lament Words

let the angel chilled its voice
as they whisper the tiredness heart
of listening, twist every
touch and wiggle the dragon tail
to hold the sis-sling
fire of the gun scattered the land
as the flesh of blood
smell the phantom of death in
each arm of
mercy

a tongue that bleeds of secrecy
brings pain to the wound,
as the eyes looks back to see
the sky that murmur; let the silent lips
return, waiting
the dangles clouds of the sky that brings rain,
oh! Dear ears value every droplet
of open window of
steering words
and push back each blue sky
to lament the guiding
flight

trim the colorful mood,
a special ingredient wash out the shadow of the
past, leaving of what is yesterday
for today is just
an element of living stone of
tomorrow

chop of what blood smell;
listen to the eyes that tell, as you
always come to see the
light of perfection …..

poem by Antonio Liao
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Sing Of Immortality

Tomorrow I feel
Tomorrow I see
Tomorrow I know shall never come

Today is the day that life begins
Today is the day we see thy truth
Today is the time to rejoice

Yesterday someone died, of pain and suffering
Yesterday may never be new,
Yet yestererday upon we thought ‘tomorrow will make this yesterday”

Tomorrow I feel
Tomorrow I see
Tomorrow I know shall never come, to me

So sing with me
As I sing to the
Of joy and happieness

Today today, will never be lost
Tomorrow shall always come
And yesterday shall be in our memory

Forever I stand
Forever I sing
Forever is what shall become, of me

So sing with me,
So sing with me,
Of joy and immortality

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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My Depression

Yesterday I made you upset
Today I feel so ungrateful
Tomorrow I'll say I'm sorry

Yesterday I was alone
Today I analyse why
Tomorrow I'll try and forget

Yesterday I said nasty things
Today I cant remember a word
Tomorrow I'll make it up to you

Yesterday I had no energy
Today I'm told I'm lazy
Tomorrow I need to search for motivation

Yesterday I said goodbye
Today I walked out of your life
Tomorrow I'll just have happy memories

poem by Heather Clark
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Being today

Today is that day
not on the calendar,
as National Olfactory Day,
but far more exciting than that:
the day when scent, fragrance, smell,
awoke on the warm sunlit air from a winter's sleep
and out of nowhere easily spoken of
produced a whole new world.

The first shock was the hedge two doors down
which yesterday was a green hedge with white bits
but today a burst of fragrance, a Hallelujah Chorus
transcribed to be played with or on or in the nose.

The restaurant two blocks up
unleashed from its kitchen
garlic that burst out like a bunch of singing nudists into the street
cavorting shamelessly and shouting to the world
every Mediterranean memory
of romantic meals and much else
that one thought private.

Then subtle smells that made one into a cat or dog
pursuing trails not on the street map
and making beaten tracks into voyages of discovery:
the baker's became a European trip of fresh morning bread
with another hundred freeze-dried memories unloosed;

And all down the street,
other people's lunches opened their front doors
and said 'Come and join us! We're having roast beef today
with all the trimmings, and we've enough smell
to feed the five thousand! '

and a hundred gardens one thought dormant
leaned on the front gate
and exchanged the time of year with a childlike innocence
that couldn't be told to come inside this minute or else,
and presented nosegays to strangers
without asking for a contribution to a cause.

A day for bringing past happinesses out from the store cupboard
and giving them a shake and leaving them on the line
until the sunlight moves off
and the air leaves them cooler and even fresher;

and wondering whom one will be tomorrow,
if one can feel like this today.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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From The Ashes

From The Ashes

Realities of the nightmare
freedom threatened by corruption
smoke rising from the ashes
two towers total destruction

fight for freedom
From The Ashes
fight for freedom
From The Ashes

join together and fihgt the tyrany
a world united as one
feel the wrath of the phoenix
nowhere to hide nowhere to run

rising from the ashes a world united as one
on September 11th the Phoenix was awoken

poem by Aaron Morris
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Fleeting

I gave you a solitary rose
So beautiful while it lived.
But sadly it had to die.
Now it's just part of a memory
Of a candlelit dinner
With you and I.
Before the breeze
Carried that sweet fragrance away.
Beauty
So fleeting.
Remember
Never the time to stay.

I gave you a solitary love
So beautiful while it lived.
God, why did it have to die? .
Now just part of a memory
Of someone
Who once made you sigh.
Before the breeze
Carried that sweet fragrance away.
Beauty
So fleeting.
Remember
Never the time to stay.

poem by Kevin East
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Kiss Of The Dead

old train hurtles by,
carrying the ghosts of...
the vacant,
...the dispossessed,
......the evicted,
.........the forgotten,
.............the expendable.

rattling the tracks,
with the rhythm of yesterday,
on the way to tomorrow,

beyond
...the
.....far
.......ho rizon.

and the hawk that flies overhead,
can find no flesh, no blood....

the tombs of the living
silently testify....
the kiss of the dead

lingers on my lips!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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That Day

The day i fear most, that specific day which will dawn upon my soul, that oneday - For you maybe someday, i have today, tomorrow will be the next day - The day after yesterday becomes today, the one i fear - Never is my forever, today i am forgiven for yesterday - Today i ask forgiveness for tomorrow - I know my horrors of days, terrific does not flow with terror in my blood - I do not bat in blind, i see the signs - as you feel your age by time

poem by Unic Cjonr
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Nowadays

Yesterday, it has come and gone
Arriving with the sun and leaving with the dawn
Remembrance of memories and wishes for that day
Now forever they will belong, to yesterday.
Tomorrow is tomorrow, so it will never be here
That's where we keep our future and even a tear
No one knows of that destiny nor the joy or the sorrow
But it is awaiting us all, when it becomes tomorrow.
Today is now, it is all that is guaranteed
It is the true hour when our soul is freed
Living for the moment before they become a dream
Then later in life, there won't be wishes to redeem.
Yesterday, is just a sad thought
Where wishes are kept and hopes are sought
Tomorrow we know might never arrive
So we have today, for which we can thrive.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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Today

Once many walked behind me on
The same path while
Nobody has ever walked before me-
Every time I look behind
Someone is approaching me-
I could see my reflection in a pond nearby or perhaps, in a mirror-
Yesterday is gone and
Nobody knows what tomorrow shall bring-
I tell myself that
Whatever lurks behind is none but a
Memory of yesterday and
I must not look behind because
All that happened yesterday is none but a threat to me.
I shall keep looking at my reflection
Whether it be in a pond, a mirror or
Perhaps I may see none but a shadow-
But these are all the same.as
I have learned to believe in myself,
And to live only for today-
Yesterday shall soon be forgotten-
Shadows always disappear but
I shall always be true to my reflection-
Only because my reflection always reveals the present moment-
I have lost many a shadow along the paths I have walked and
I can only fantasize of how I would like tomorrow to be;
Some memories of yesterday
Are entertaining but beyond my ability to grasp-
Today I call a branch upon a tree-
Which I can always hold onto and perceive, while
My shadow has once again slipped through my fingertips-
That path before me is never ending-
I can only dream of what tomorrow may bring, but
Today is a blossoming flower or a rainbow on the horizon-
Today I have nothing to fear as
My reflection belongs to me alone and nobody can ever take away
What I can clearly see before me-

poem by Claudia Krizay
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Withered

My heart beats the same
but nothings left standing
these fragile bones has giving in
as the weather begin to deter
my end. Life as its been
has crossed and my time in the spot light
has died out. As no one remembers,
as a memory is just that,
a thought to be forgotten
the mightiest have fell victim
and be left as ashes in the wind
a name to recollect as it passes by
a whisper from my ear to yours
and as i slowly rot in this time
forgotten by everyone.
Everything i ever held near
is gone in a blink of an eye
i see the mystery in my error
to believe all puzzles could be built
see all wound heal in time
but time doesn't heal all wound
for a mental scar shall
tarnish even the purest of us
as the spot light's only for a minute
how long that minute last
is how strong at heart you are
so as the insect eat what's left on
these withered bones
one last breath is all i ask
to shine one last time

poem by Robert Roberts
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Just Beauty

Today I want to take a lethal dose
of black lips, confronting the killer on
contract. Time dithers to escort. May be
a cold-blooded murder of a handful of
sick shadows will give a transparent
memory.

Planting a sad kiss on blameless
insomniac, I rub the sweet tenderness
of morning blossom, a work of a faithful
artist, an unnoticed grief (for the sake
of old promise) . Meanwhile the blue moon
splits into thousand splinters.

From the height of insanity flows
the chaste river of history. I defy the
laws of gravity and climb with death
all the time, becoming dark to myself,
finding the shape of light in
beauty of death.

poem by Satish Verma
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