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The window

The summer-sun burns blinding
on the window, mirror image on my eye
where trees, the rocky garden and plants
change gripping to an arched sky

above a domed sea
with reflection of light,
with fencing poles that are crossing rearranged
to a float drifting in equilibrium.

I am for days in the doldrums
and nights long, how long I cannot say
while I wait on the gusts of wind
that have to carry me away and I am full of apathy

until the wind, the sea thunder foaming throws me
in into eternity, far past damnation and the hell.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Summer Wind

The summer wind, came blowin' in
From across the sea
It lingered there, to touch you hair
And walk with me
All summer long, we sang a song
And strolled the golden sand
Two sweethearts, and the summer wind
Like painted kites, the days and nights went flyin' by
The world was new, beneath a blue umbrella sky
Then softer than, a piper man one day it called to you
And I lost you, to the summer wind
The autumn wind, and the winter winds have come and gone
And still the days, the lonely days go on and on
And guess who sighs his lullabies through nights that never end
Well my fickle friend, the summer wind
That old summer wind
Talkin' 'bout the summer wind
The summer wind

song performed by by Barry Manilow
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Summer Wind

The summer wind, came blowin' in - from across the sea
It lingered there, to touch your hair and walk with me
All summer long, we sang a song - and then we strolled that golden sand
Two sweethearts, and the summer wind
Like painted kites, those days and nights - they went flyin' by
The world was new, beneath a blue - umbrella sky
Then softer than, a piper man - one day it called to you
I lost you, I lost you to the summer wind
The autumn wind, and the winter wind - they have come and gone
And still the days, those lonely days - they go on and on
And guess who sighs his lullabies - through nights that never end
My fickle friend, the summer wind

song performed by by Westlife
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Fishes' Message, Poet: Sohrab Sepehri

I went to the pond
Hoping to see the reflection of my loneliness in the water

There was no water in the pond.
The fishes were saying:
'"It is not the trees' fault at all.
It was a sultry summer noon,
The bright son of water, sat by the pond's edge
And the eagle of the sun dived down and lifted him up & up in the air.

To hell with our not reaching any oxygen from water.
And the glitter has left our scales all together.
Instead, that big light,
The reflection of that red carnation in the water
Whose heart, if the wind was blowing, would beat behind the layers of neglect,
was our eyes.
It was a window to the confession of paradise.

If you see God in the palpitations of the garden,
Make an effort and tell him that the fishes'' pond is dry.'"

The wind was going to visit the plane tree,
I was going to visit God.

poem by Mehraneh Hosseini
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With blazing, electric blue thunder

(after Pablo Neruda)

With blazing, electric blue thunder
the morning is alive in this summer.

The wind tosses the threatening clouds like washing
torn from the line, waving goodbye without hands.

The mouthless harsh voice of the wind
howls right through our blissful silence.

Thunder bolts rock exploding in bright white light
while the wind rips leaves, branches and trees

as if in remembrance of long gone battles and wars
while it tosses squalls of pattering buckets of rain

sounding like the roar of a havoc orchestra
from the very gates of destruction, right from hell

while big oak trees sway as if only twigs,
some topple torn right out from their roots

and against me storm tossed in passion you are laying,
coming weightless full of fiery blazing desire,

with tender sweet lips that are kissing bringing bliss
and outside the wind roars as if its power is endless.

[Reference: “Es La Mañana Llena” “The Morning Is Full” by Pablo Neruda.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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Walk With Me

Walk with me through a cemetery
With old knotted trees
Where the wind whispers
Through the leaves
For eternity.

When I’m gone,
It will be a long time
Without kissing your hand,
Hearing the melody of your voice,
Or quietly watching you stand
Beside flowering garden plants.

If there is no reality
After this one,
I’ll still miss you.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Fall is here!

The days are shorter
The suns rays are dimer
The wind starts to feel
Closer to winter

Trees leaves turn colors
Birds fly to where its warmer
The animals that can't fly
Prepare for the cold weather

Nights come quicker
The chilly breezes
Make you wear clothes
That are thicker
Trees leaves start to fall
At night the wind
Start to whisper

The season is changing
Time has fell back
This means winter is gaining
Nature is most precious
When the weather is changing

Hot long days and warmer nights
Traded for cool short days and chilly nights
Summer is over and fall is here!

poem by Jaycee Wilkerson
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Far Too Little I Know

I

Far too little I know about the things that lie between us,
I see the sea drawing back and rushing in,
I know too little to tell you about my love,
see your tracks disappearing over a sand dune.

I know too little to talk about a secret,
how one day can be so very special,
filled with life changing meaning,
about the things that I read in your eyes

but that that you really love me,
I know before the sea wipes our tracks away
when I kiss you and get you giggling,
while we give new steps into life

when you became the meaning in my small universe;
if you were the light falling through the window on me.

II

If you were the light falling through the window on me,
a star shining at night against the sky,
I would have been able to admire you, in days without end
but now thunder flashes down

whiter than daylight into my life
becoming part of my life,
to again jump to somewhere else
as if single moments are everything

and far too short was the time that you could stay,
with almost endless cheerfulness that you could bring
in this tough world as part of me,
where my heart could sing songs of joy

and far too little time I had invested in you,
how should I have known that I would make an oath with you?

III

How should I have know that I would make a oath with you
before I met you,
have a concept of such intimate feelings,
as with which you are part of my whole world?

How must I have know the meaning
of faith, love and hope
and about professing of true love
before our lives started together

on ways that I could not expect
and could learn to love
past events, years and times reaching to maybe,
that you are part of everything in me?

I want to love you as in days long past,
in the winter of my life.

IV

In the winter of my life
when all the trees around me stand skeleton,
with stripped branches shivering in the wind,
with sometimes a thunder bashing down

I sometimes remember the look in your sea-green eyes
where colours so secretly come together,
even when my body bend like branches, bended by age
as if in my thoughts they are looking forever at me,

it’s as if a new spring just have got to come,
as if your arms surround my neck,
with you flowering anew
as a angel of light

it’s sometimes as is you are with me,
when the morning starts with its first rays.

V

When the morning starts with its first rays,
with the sky changing from twilight grey to blue,
hang with the moon still hanging white
I am caught like a lizard

that prays to the sun,
where it’s rising white hot,
where I sit before your photograph
that shows every bit of your beauty,

but the nights and months past
while every day you look back
from that photograph
and I wonder if you still do love me?

and I think certainly, you are just as pretty,
when the sun throws its last rays over the trees.

VI

When the sun throws its last rays over the trees,
drawing shadows out long
before it reaches out
with long orange red rays

and the streetlights suddenly are awakening
give eyes to poles, becoming orange yellow
then I know
that you are somewhere else and just as pretty,

that you are laughing somewhere else,
caring after your children, doing your duties,
stretching yourself out for the night,
after kissing your children goodnight

and I am really longing while I am waiting,
I miss the way that you laugh in pleasure.

VII

I miss the way that you laugh in pleasure,
how you cry for a beautiful movie,
even expecting something good out of poor things,
how on a dark rainy night you shelter against me,

the way that you look at me,
the feelings that you bring to me,
as if you’re green eyes shines like the sea,
with every word going into my depths

but time takes an own road
and destiny is without mercy,
where at a time we both had to go different directions
and still try to jump over horizons with words

and maybe I have to court you again anew,
far too little I know about the things that lie between us.

poem by Gert Strydom
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The Shore Down Under

Lonely
As lonely as I can be
Slowly
As slow as time can be
I stared into the sea
I stared out to the waves
Slowly as slow as waves can be
When will you come to me
When will you come to me
Where the summer burns blue and green
Here on this burning sand
I listened to this hungry sea
Its falling on the level shores
And the wind blows through the trees
And I think of you
And I think of the days
If only I could see your face
The price of a holiday
Hope the wind will carry me away
Hope the wind will carry me away
Listen, listen
Listen to the siren
Hear your voice
Your voice cried by the river
Slowly, slowly
It flows to the sea
When will you come to me
When will you come to me

song performed by by Xymox
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Gusts Of Wind

Gusts of wind blowing hard
all across the land
across the shores and deserts,
gusts blowing sand.

Sometimes starting as breezes
then building in intensity,
swirling and creating noises
that whistle a symphony.

Catching the sounds of wind chimes
clanging loud and clear,
ringing in many different tones,
tones that you can hear.

These gusts of wind intrigue me.
I wonder how they start?
Sometimes they come so quickly
and then when they depart

I wonder where they've traveled
and have they all died down?
There's stillness in the air now.
No gusts of wind are around.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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When The Wind Blows

So long child, Im on my way
And after all is done, after all is done
Dont be down, its all in the past
Though you may be afraid
So long child, its awful dark
And Ive never felt the sun
I dread to think of when
When the wind blows
When the wind blows
When the wind blows
When the wind blows
Life burns a savage wound, angry and wrong
Trusting a twisted word, youll run, run away
Youll take him home
Youll spit and taunt him
But they wont believe you
No matter what youll say
So long child, its awful dark
I never felt the sun
I dread to think of when
When the wind blows
When the wind blows
When the wind blows
When the wind blows

song performed by by David Bowie
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In This Mirror

In this mirror
A timid reflection gazes
Long nights and quick times
Memories patched in hazes

Mistakes without reason
Are lining on my face
I'm everyone's let down
A giant disgrace

A disappointment since birth
These demons so haunting
Fighting transgressions
A task so undaunting

Sometimes the word no
Isn't as good as giving in
A fast fix to ones problems
Is as good as living them

Wrinkles pour down
As they scar my existence
In this mirror so unforgiving
A true life so distant

Trying to catch hold
These things as they bind me
Facing my demons
A past that is blinding

In this mirror..

poem by King Midas
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All Summer Long

All summer long we were happy we were one
We didnt think of an ending to our play
All summer long nights of wine, days of song
It couldnt last, our ageing sun had to go
I will always remember you
Watching the waves in the wind
The beach dogs hiding from the rain
Suddenly my colours have turned to grey
Will I ever see your face again
And all winter long I will walk my lonely road
Waiting for you and your return
I will always remember you

song performed by by Chris Rea
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For I Too Must Leave Just Like Those Birds

the tree in the garden
has died

what we see now are
nothing but twigs without leaves

below are the heaps
of dead leaves
rotting

we have become like them
hopeless for sometime

dry and cracking
light as the wind
drifting like
the cloud

empty, hollowed by the
mourning of our arid
days

dragging nights
lifeless on a very cold wood
for a bed

one morning some yellow sparrows
with thin long black beaks
hover upon those twigs

and the dead tree even for
the moment has assumed
life

upon a borrowed hope only
for that brief moment

until then when all the sparrows
fly away again
taking with them all the songs
that you hear

you learn the tune from those
thin black and long beaks
and you must compose a song
for yourself

borrowing hope from hope
putting those leaves back
on your
imaginary trees

you must tell me
about the will to live

for i too must leave
and be a part of somewhere else

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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How Long....

How long will i cry for help?
How long must i cry to you?
It is like swimming things,
Who do have rulers upon them.
How long shall this take to get to you?
How long should i wait for your love?
I will stand my watch and will be,
More fierce than the evening wolves!

The pride of your hearts have deceived you,
Like a great wind over the sea;
Three days and three nights,
A cry from the great fish to teach us all.
How Long....? Oh how long.....? !
Consider your ways like,
A cry from the Fish-Gate;
This seed will grow successfully.

Red horses,
Of each man and his cane;
Black horses,
Of each woman and her cane;
White horses,
Of the seed that will grow successfully;
Dappled horses,
Of the art of a design in my mind;
Bay horses,
Of the great wind at sea;
How long will i cry for help?

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Mirror

Standing in front of the mirror,
The reflection tells me to look behind.
The focus of the mirror is myself,
And also what lies behind.
I can move to the left,
I can move to the right,
But to the mirror I am always within it's sight.
As are things past.
I look out a window,
It tells me to see what lies ahead.
In the window, I do not see myself.
I see others.
I see nature's beauty unfolding.
I know I am there,
But I am just merely a part of the surroundings.
To the mirror, it is all about me.
The mirror tells me to worry about how I look.
The window tells me to worry about how the world looks.
The eyes are the window to the soul.
Not the mirror.
The mirror deceives.
To the mirror, everything is backwards.
As I look into my own eyes.
My soul becomes filled with self.
As I look into the eyes of another.
My soul becomes filled with life.
While the mirror holds my reflection.
It is the window that holds the truth.

poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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No One Can

(music: marillion lyrics: steve hogarth)
You landed in my life
Like a new and brighter light
That made all my past seem in the shadow
I always used to believe
That beauty was skin deep
But I need a new world to describe you
And the time that it took to take down the wall
Was the time that it took for me to fall
Hopelessly weak
No one can take you away from me now
Dont worry if they take me away
No one can take you away from me now
Dont matter how long we have to wait
The days before you came
Were really all the same
A greyness I used to call freedom
Endless nights out with the boys
The boasting and the noise
To think that I ever believed them
No one can take you away from me now
Dont worry if they take me away
No one can take me away from me now
Dont matter how long we have to wait
I dont care what they think
Youre all I believe in
I carry you here
And theres something of you
In everything that I love
No one can take you away from me now
Dont worry if they take me away
No one can take me away from me now
Dont matter how long we have to wait
No one can take you away from me now
Dont worry if they take me away

song performed by by Marillion
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Oh My Heart Oh How It Burns

My heart it sings oh how it sings
it sings alone for me,
my heart within, deep within, oh how it sings;
it sings alone for me

an inspiring, electrifying, arousal melody.

Oh my heart oh how it burns
oh how it burns for me,
beneath my breast, deep beneath, oh how it burns;
within fervent depths it burns for me

a white hot heat; a searing heat; maiming bodily.

There is joy within and love within
awakened wonder seen by me,
there is wonder there, and love found there, within;
such love within it startles me

thrilling wondrous; joy there known; tempestuously.

Such wonder there like thunder there
that thunder threatens me;
I wonder at howling thunder there;
that booms and howls at me.

From between comes, a howling wind, a searing wind,
a tearing wind; that comes; that blows for me;
from out actinic abyss; blows cruel creative wind;
that threatens; inter-dimensional realms; all worlds to be.

A chilling wind a howling wind
that severs my heart within me;
it is a chilling wind, an abrasive wind;
that severs my heart from me.

Though often in my inward innermost thought,
lightning striking frightening;
is rapture held within; fervently by me.

That lightning striking frightening,
is blinding thought not frightening thought;
that seres at sentient; sequential heart in me.

Such is wondrous heart knowing heart,
that booms; howls; reels; calls siren surreal to me.

Like searing wind; from out; terrifying abhorrent abyss;
such is wondrous; wild; untamable heart in me.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Wind

I felt the wind come in today
and felt the gusts that blew.
I thought of warmth and summer
and then I thought of you.
No leaves are left upon my trees.
The wind has blown them away.
And as it blows unmercifully
my thoughts have gone astray.

I must gather them in once again
and let them keep me warm.
If but for no other reason
than to quiet my mental storm
that is just as ferocious as the wind
and chills the thoughts that appear.
I can't figure out which is worse,
the thoughts or the wind that's here?

poem by Edwina Reizer
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There Is a Solemn Wind Tonight

There is a solemn wind to-night
That sings of solemn rain;
The trees that have been quiet so long
Flutter and start again.

The slender trees, the heavy trees,
The fruit trees laden and proud,
Lift up their branches to the wind
That cries to them so loud.

The little bushes and the plants
Bow to the solemn sound,
And every tiniest blade of grass
Shakes on the quiet ground.

poem by Katherine Mansfield
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A Wind Of Change

There is a wind of change around you and,
I want to be your lover my sweet one;
So do remember the days of old and,
Think of the generations long past.

Listen oh earth to my poetry and,
Let my teachings fall upon you like rain!
For we belong to the mountains top where,
The eagles go out to play.

The law is eveident that one can pretend ignorance,
And of the teachings that touches you like the rain;
For i am from a city called Adam and,
You are enjoying the wind of change.

Along the seacoast of love,
If it can fit in then it is okay;
For i will treat you mercifully and faithfully my love,
And this scarlet cord is a sign between us.

I've got a long way on this love and,
I want to put my head down for a short nap;
But the butterflies will not allow me to sleep,
Because i saw your place of love afar off.

I will go yonder to worship you my love,
And like the varying spirits of men;
But, the wind of change does bath you all over.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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