I dream of a little house
I dream of a little house
that’s in a suburb,
or a place at the sea
just big enough for two.
There are surf breaking on a white beach
and it’s a place,
where the sun always shine
and where worries disappear
When I wake up
you lie next to me
and I see how the sleep
take you to a wonderful place,
but we life in a big house
where the dogs bark at the neighbours
and the cats lie in the sun
and at that moment I know
that this place is far better
than the places of our dreams
and that you
make it heaven for me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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My Dream Destination
When we sleep in the night,
we get wonderful dreams.
Hundreds of miles away,
ther's a place of happines and gay,
'DREAMLAND', so it is called
it is not a room or a hall
it is a paradise like place
without any barriers or walls.
With greenery all around,
with breeze and chirping sound,
all is fresh and liked by heart
from sorrows and worries,
it is far apart.
Parties go on where whole night,
without liquor, cigarettes and fight.
The place where there is no corruption,
everyone lives happily, without discrimination.
The place which is like heaven,
IS MY DREAM DESTINATION.
poem by Ziesha Paul
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Sonnets of home
I
I dream of building
a mansion, villa
or big white house
with a lot of space,
or maybe a Tuscan place
or two set on a terrace
on a mountain
with a wonderful view
overlooking the ocean
with a ivory white beach
that runs as far
as the eye can see
and to make it home
just for you and me
II
The birds will be our companions
and whales and dolphins
will pass in the bay
and a garden
as big as a park
will run all the way
down to the sea
and every plant and tree
that you like will be there
and vegetables will grow in patches
against the hill and there will be orchards
with juicy red, yellow and orange fruit
and plantations with big green pines
will cover the rest.
III
The house will be a white pillar
that towers like a castle above it all
and a place where any wary traveller
will be welcome to visit and rest
and there will be steps coming down
to the bay and a lift or two or three
next to an azure lagoon
where a cool river splashes down
in a big pronged waterfall
and we will be able
to lie in the bright sun
and run with the dogs
on the white beach
like children having fun.
IV
l’Envoi
Let others live in big crowded cities
and be packed into matchboxes
reaching up into the sky
and have more neighbours
than they care to know
but you and I
will be able to watch
blue waves twist and break
and hear the melody
of the rushing sea
and your studio and our home
will stretch from the hill
down to the aquamarine ocean
and touch the big sapphire sky.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Hell In House
It's Friday morning
i wake up from my death
i star scream
because i saw blood in the floor
i put my t-shirt and my shoes
and i got from house i got away from
I want to get away from this
to get away from my hell the hell of house
is the most dangerous place
i start to scream
i get away from this hole
i get away from house (house)
i run away from this street
this town
i start to get away from this life and rest in peace
i wish i have and one more chance
I want to get away from this
to get away from my hell the hell of house
is the most dangerous place
and now i wish
i want a really want
to trade this life from an another (another, another)
another place another year another country
please i don't want this!
I want to get away from this
to get away from my hell the hell of house
is the most dangerous place
poem by Sp9ke Draco
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A Home
no matter what there is
always a place called home
at least you finally decide
to call it that way,
you have been away from
this home
for many years
those were the years of the
struggle of
what you are and what they think you are
which is the place
and this is not where
you want to die
you want to live somewhere else
though you do not really know
where
but it has always been a dream
of somewhere
a house by the river
a place where hills grown into
mountains
your hair turns white
and ankles ache and names become
haze and places become
smoky
you stop, right here, you declare
this is home
this moment when you do not
give yourself the right to choose anymore
it is here
right here
you place yourself like a backpack
and mark a spot with
your bamboo cane
and then
you claim the right to be here
your home
yourself.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Home (revised)
no matter what there is
always a place called home
at least you finally decide
to call it that way,
you have been away from
this home
for many years
those were the years of the
struggle of
what you are and what they think you are
which is the place
and this is not where
you want to die
you want to live somewhere else
though you do not really know
where
but it has always been a dream
of somewhere
a house by the river
a place where hills grow into
mountains
your hair turns white
and ankles ache and names become
hazy and places become
smoky
you stop, right here, you declare
this is home
this moment when you do not
give yourself the right to choose anymore
it is here
right here
you place yourself like a backpack
and mark a spot with
your bamboo cane
and then
you claim the right to be here
your home
yourself.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Take me to the Heaven's,
Take me to the Heaven's,
Take me to the Heaven's,
That I may regard all Living as a Moment of Love,
Iam taking this House for Glory,
In all Regards,
I take Heaven in my Father's House,
The Shelter is that Dwelling Place,
That I hold no Room for any Conjectures,
Let my Place be a Holy Dwelling,
Let me be free all again,
That I may find Forgiveness in that House.
poem by Abdul Karim
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Pleasure Beach
(words & music by john oates)
Pleasure beach
You may look but never find
That neglected place in time
Like a dream just out of reach
Pleasure beach
Not a place you left behind
Or a place youll ever find
Its a dream just out of reach
Its a place called pleasure beach
There aint no waves in a swimming pool
There aint no fun til you break the rules
Were ever young but never free
I guess thats how it was meant to be
On the beach our thoughts were hot
But our hearts were cool
We fell in love
But we like to fool around with everyone we meet
Its you for you
And me for me
Pleasure beach
You make look but never find
That neglected place in time
Like a dream just out of reach
Pleasure beach
Not a place youll ever find
Its a dream just out of reach
Its a place called pleasure beach
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Low-Tide
These wet rocks where the tide has been,
Barnacled white and weeded brown
And slimed beneath to a beautiful green,
These wet rocks where the tide went down
Will show again when the tide is high
Faint and perilous, far from shore,
No place to dream, but a place to die,—
The bottom of the sea once more.
There was a child that wandered through
A giant's empty house all day,—
House full of wonderful things and new,
But no fit place for a child to play.
poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Land of Golden Sunshine.
Behind the mountains,
Is a wonderful world of thy,
Full of light, life
And golden sunshine.
The sun rises from east,
And make my life bright,
Behind the mountains is where,
The golden sun lives,
With golden sunshine.
A part of world,
That is so wonderful,
So nice,
Is the world where golden sun shine.
Behind the mountains of dream,
Is a gateway.
For a wonderful living and life,
A place form where the sun rise.
A place of happiness,
A place of life.
The land of golden sun shine.
poem by Anurag Kumar
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Home Sweet Home
I need a home
A place that I can breathe away
No need too big, no need too small
Home that's not just a house
A place where I can live peacefully
Away from the storm, away from the rain
Home that warm without lighting the fire
A place where I don't feel lonely
The greatest place, the highest place
That could be in my dream
Please God help to find
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Narcoleptic
Slip and stumble at my first defences
Its not treason, its no lie
You talk in paragraphs
I write my sentence
Its not treason, its no lie
It seems a place for us to dream
It seems a place for us to dream
Crush and crumble under your defenses
Its not treason, its no lie
You frame the photograph I sit on fences
Change your season, love can die
It seems a place for us to dream
It seems a place for us to dream
It seems a place for us to dream
It seems a place for us to dream
If we tear out the tumor
Its later, never sooner
If we tear out the tumor
Its later, never sooner
It seems a place for us to dream
It seems a place for us to dream
Youd better keep it in check
Or youll end up a wreck
And youll never wake up
Youd better keep it in check
Or youll end up a wreck
And youll never wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
It seems a place for us to dream
It seems a place for us to dream
Youd better keep it in check
Or youll end up a wreck
And youll never wake up
Youd better keep it in check
Or youll end up a wreck
And youll never wake up
Youd better keep it in check
Or youll end up a wreck
And youll never wake up
Youd better keep it in check
Or youll end up a wreck
And youll never wake up
Wake up
song performed by by Placebo
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All the Placid Places
All the placid places of which we are fond,
From a beach house by the shore or Walden's pond.
From a mountain retreat or near a waterfall we find,
these placid places can even be found in our mind.
From the rockies of Canada to an Island beach;
All these placid places are still in reach.
When life gets chaotic with all the dreams we chase,
Take an occasional journey to visit a placid place.
poem by Saint Eule
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A Place In The Sun
(track 14 - time 4:18)
(steve dukes/chris lindsey)
Long ago, far away
I felt your lovin? glow upon my face
Was it a dream or just a promise made
What is my destiny
Someday Ill find a way to shine
Leave all these rainy days behind
I know theres got to be
Some place warm and bright for me
Im running out of places I can run
Looking for a place in the sun
Darkness hangs overhead
Close to the point where angels fear to tread
I close my eyes and think of you instead
And pray youll be here soon
Someday Ill find a way to shine
Leave all these rainy days behind
I know theres got to be
Some place warm and bright for me
Im running out of places I can run
Looking for a place in the sun
Sometimes it feels like this whole worlds against me
And every beaten path is just another winding road that tempts me
Far from you and all thats true
Ive got to find my way again
Someday Ill find a way to shine
Leave all these rainy days behind
I know theres got to be
Some place warm and bright for me
Im running out of places I can run
Looking for a place in the sun
Yeah Im running out of places I can run
Looking for a place in the sun
Oh, wont you shine down on me sunshine
song performed by by Tim McGraw
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Imagine Heaven
I imagine Heaven
as a wonderful, happy place.
Where joy and contentment,
brings a smile to every face.
I imagine no temptation.
A place where there's no sin.
I imagine eating Twinkies
all day long and staying thin.
I imagine Heaven
being without guns or wars.
A place with no such things
as locks upon our doors.
When I imagine Heaven
I imagine lots of fun.
I imagine every golf shot
will be a hole in one.
I imagine Heaven as a place
where dreams come true.
Heaven is, in my mind,
Eternity with you.
poem by Ron Tranmer
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Of Him I Love Day And Night
OF him I love day and night, I dream'd I heard he was dead;
And I dream'd I went where they had buried him I love--but he was not
in that place;
And I dream'd I wander'd, searching among burial-places, to find him;
And I found that every place was a burial-place;
The houses full of life were equally full of death, (this house is
now;)
The streets, the shipping, the places of amusement, the Chicago,
Boston, Philadelphia, the Mannahatta, were as full of the dead
as of the living,
And fuller, O vastly fuller, of the dead than of the living;
--And what I dream'd I will henceforth tell to every person and age,
And I stand henceforth bound to what I dream'd;
And now I am willing to disregard burial-places, and dispense with
them; 10
And if the memorials of the dead were put up indifferently
everywhere, even in the room where I eat or sleep, I should be
satisfied;
And if the corpse of any one I love, or if my own corpse, be duly
render'd to powder, and pour'd in the sea, I shall be
satisfied;
Or if it be distributed to the winds, I shall be satisfied.
poem by Walt Whitman
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Can You Share a Piece of my Dream?
All my dreams every night
Take me far away.
But all those dreams are never right.
There's not a place I can stay.
‘Cause where I am right next to you
is the place where I belong
and in all those dreams I have at night,
to me everything's wrong.
*** So can you share a piece of my dream?
Can you come with me?
I'd look forward to falling asleep
for I know there'd be
No black and white dreams
with no moonbeams,
No colorless places
with all the wrong faces.
‘Cause if you share a piece of my dream
your face is the only thing I'll see.
So come along and enter my dreams.
There are so many places to see.
And every place we travel to
we'll remember and I'll know
that wherever I am, asleep or awake
everything is right.
So can you share a piece of my dream
when I fall asleep tonight?
REPEAT ***
Words and Music by
EDWINA REIZER
poem by Edwina Reizer
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That house is my place,
That house is my place,
That house is the beauty of life,
That house is the higher dwelling,
I can perceive that infinity,
I saw that I got hopes,
In all that is done under the sun,
You will never make me fail,
Never let them realise,
Never let them come to get you,
Sincerely I'm in the dark,
I can never lie that I got fate,
That higher place where I never sleep,
This is the choice,
This is the greatest voice,
When I never lose my understanding,
Come and perceive that Iam the greatest,
Come and get Salvation,
That the higher reward is from the heavenly King.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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Ode To Dreams
No one can see into my dreams
and so they're mine alone.
I travel places and meet old friends
and some I've never known.
Some are dull and have no color
and some are bold and bright.
They don't seem to fit a pattern
as I wait for them at night.
They jump around from place to place
and sometimes when they're through
I awaken fitfully
for what I would like to do
is go back to sleep and finish my dream
and fashion it to my will.
But dreams cannot be directed.
We do not have that skill.
So I go to sleep not ever knowing
who I will meet or where I am going.
I guess it's the same for you.
So dream my friend. Dream in your bed
and maybe we'll meet, we two.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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In Absence
WAKE, do you wake in the dark in the strange far place,
Window and door not set like the ones we knew,
Leaning your face through the dark for another face,
Stretching your arms to the arms that are far from you,
Even as I, through the depth of this darkness, do?
Sleep, do you sleep in the house in the lonely land?
In the lonely room do you hear no steps draw near?
Do you miss in the darkness the hand that implores your hand,
See through the darkness your last dream disappear,
And weep, as I weep, in the outer darkness here?
Dream, do you dream? Nay, never a dream will stay,
Never a phantom is fond, or a vision kind.
Your dreams elude you and fly through the dark my way,
My dreams fly forth to you whom they may not find;
And we in the darkness weep, we weep and are left behind.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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What is Heaven Like?
What is Heaven like?
Is Heaven the mansion
made of pure gold
and precious jewels?
Is Heaven the city
one of a kind?
Is Heaven the place full
of love, joy,
peace and happiness?
Is Heaven the place
where there’s no sickness,
no disease and no growing old?
Is Heaven the place
where angels abide?
Is Heaven the place
where God is visible
to the human eye?
What is Heaven like?
That’s the best place to live.
I wonder Oh I wonder
as I sit here.
poem by Noreen Ann Jenkins
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