When leaves in August
When leaves in August
start to fall and dance,
with the wind swishing past
they are twisting, whirling and turning
while the icy cold sneaks in,
then you know that winter
seriously is causing havoc.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Twisting
She set your goldfish free
And now shes sighing
Blew out your pilot light
And made a wish
She doesnt have to have
Her dbs record back now
But theres not a lot of things
That shell take back
(she wants) she wants to see you again
(she wants) she wants to see you again
Slowly twisting (twisting)
In the wind (twisting)
Twisting twisting (twisting)
In the wind
Shes not your satellite
She doesnt miss you
So turn off your smoke machine
And marshall stack
She doesnt have to have
Her young fresh fellows tape back now
But theres not a lot of things
That shell take back
(she wants) she wants to see you again
(she wants) she wants to see you again
Slowly twisting (twisting)
In the wind (twisting)
Twisting twisting (twisting)
In the wind
(she wants) she wants to see you again
(she wants) she wants to see you again
Slowly twisting (twisting)
In the wind (twisting)
Twisting twisting (twisting)
In the wind
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Winterval for M 'lady Ernestine.
The whirling swirling flakes of snow.
Fall silently but ceaselessly.
Creating havoc here below.
Mother Nature intends to show
The human race that they can see
The whirling swirling flakes of snow.
Wherever they may choose to go.
She demonstrates this ruthlessly
Creating havoc here below.
What traffic moves is crawling slow.
As drivers find it hard to see.
The whirling swirling flakes of snow
Reflect their headlights pallid glow.
Reducing visibility
Creating havoc here below.
Assisted by the winds that blow
at intervals quite randomly.
The whirling swirling flakes of snow
creating havoc here below.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Dance Mayflies Dance
They dance they sing a cheerful song
to spread the wings beyond along
the rising sun they want they take
under the blue of silent lake
They dance they sing a melody
no winter wind but trees embrace
the summer glows red ivory
no winter wind but only grace
they jump they fly a symphony
no winter wind but joyful face
They live they dance against the day
the moment of they can not dance
sparkling wings they were washed away
they fall dying they can not dance
the sky the moon were turning gray
till dawn they lost they can not dance
They are Mayflies which dance to live
though short they live they love to give
till dawn they lost their wings to fly
till dawn they lost the dreams so high
poem by Vidi Pudinkz
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Big Wheels
Ive been thinking it over
So many times they say
You got it made
They never understand
The answer lies within your soul
cos no one know which side
The coin will fall.
Big wheels turning
Baby I know
Big wheels turning
Baby I know
Big wheels turning, turning...
Save it for a rainy day
For when the cold wind blows
Just to see how they run
I thought theyd know
I tried my best, all I could do
But somehow it was not enough for you.
Big wheels turning
Baby I know
Big wheels turning
Baby I know
Big wheels turning, turning,
Turning, turning...
Chorus:
I remember the dead of night
A lonely light that shines upon the window
I see it all so clear
The tenderness, the silent tears
Out here in the pouring rain
Through cold dark waiting days
I see you standing there
I see the big wheels turning
Never ending, on and on they go.
I think Im going home
I think Im gonna have to start again
Its rather sad
Because Ive looked around, cant seem to find
Whatevers always rolling through my mind
Big wheels turning
Baby I know
Big wheels turning
Baby I know
Big wheels turning, turning
Turning, turning...
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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There’s An Inaccessibility
There’s an inaccessibility
in the steel-blue sky,
a chilly winter cold that comes without modesty
and I see doves turning in their gambolling flight
in a swarm gathering around me
and they seem hungry
when I spread crumbs of bread from a paper-bag
but in this winter all heat is missing
while the wind is pulling on tree branches,
making a dust cloud of leaves and sand,
blowing things higher than the roofs of the houses,
causing the blue to disappear.
Still I can stare in wonder,
where doves gather dog tame around me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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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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Turning on the Heat
It seems kind of odd to me
When you have to start
Turning on the heat in August
In the middle of the summer
Is it just a cold snap
Or a precurser of things to come
It just seems so odd to me
Turning on the heat in August
poem by Jerry Abrahamson
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Sizzle My Heart
Ignite my heart to the call of winter
Each wisp of the wind marks one step
to the depth of the season
Ignite my heart to the change
Cold winter nights~stillness so deep
Crackling leaves
Bare empty limbs
Wind chimes dance to the call of the wind
Mighty winter is upon us soon
poem by C.G. Lovelady
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When The Wind Blows
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
In my mind i see,
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
This is an emergency.
In a part of this once-great city
Stands a child crying out in pity.
Gone is hope in the heart of each hungry hour.
Every year in this land of plenty
There are millions of starving children
What will i say if they look my way?
This is an emergency.
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
In my mind i see,
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
This is an emergency.
Bow your heads to the lost generation
Scars so deep, bringing god's damnation.
Businessmen sip wine while congress argue.
But for grace we enjoy our pleasures
What we face will be our salvation
Go build your towns, but remember time will not forget
That this is an emergency.
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
This is an emergency.
Think of what the wise men said.
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
In my mind i see,
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
In my mind i see,
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
This is an emergency.
song performed by by Kinks
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WInter Wonderland
The snow flakes come falling in the winter wonderland
I catch them all in my hand
But then I fall in the snow
Then the snowflakes start to fall slow
Then the angels come from above
And they bring all sorts of loving doves
They lift me up out of the snow
So I won't catch a cold
Now it's dark not so bright
It is turning day from night
I go inside and go to bed
Now in this winter wonderland
poem by Kayla Taylor
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The Cold Sea
The cold sea
And the life we shared
The cold sea
And the way we kissed
The cold sea
Stretches on
For me...
Twisting inside
The water raging
Twisting inside
The biggest wave
Screwing up in me
Then straightens out for me
The coldest scene
The cold sea
Answers everything
For me...
Why do you have to die
Why do you have to leave
All there is goes into the ground
I shut my eyes
I wanted to believe
But all I've seen will die with me
And all I've said will end with me
And you go on
Whenever I require
I drink from the sea
Whenever I need
I dive into the sea
The twisting in me
Cooled by the sea
Twisting inside
Straightened out for me
And dying with me
Thirsty, such a thirst
Straighten out for me
Straighten out for me
In this cold sea...
(2004)
poem by B. Alexander
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The dance of the wind
I
Round and round
I see her skipping dancing and turning
between lumps of sand
that blows up rejoicing, where she is turning about.
She is shaking her hips,
calls the leaves, the flowers and trees
drawing fluttering lines of sand
swishing drops out of streams.
The game gathers when she sweeps past,
stand with nostrils pointed
as worshipers, lost in her worship
while grains of sand whipping against them
and she is cheering glad,
runs past crossing them.
II
Her fresh smell permeates softly to me
in her joyful waltz
as she turns again and again cheerful around me,
she smells as gardenia and wild wormwood.
She drives clouds on as a cloak
spreads the rain like confetti just where she is going
and the ground, plants, insects and small animals rejoice
with the thunderbolts whipping the whole time,
exalting about life and the freshness that she is bringing,
on big and small drums her marriage is proclaimed,
while the flashing is everywhere around her
and she invites everybody spiritual and sinful
as guests of honour to her celebration
to get new life.
III
Her fingers stroke
soft and cool over my cheek
when she plays past me
and swings out here and there, scared that I might catch her.
Mischievously she pulls at trees and branches
sweeps spinning, twisting and turning
over the roofs of houses and buildings
like a child full of merriment the whole time translucent
and she spreads her cloak
blows the clouds closer to each other
making sure that the whole world knows
that it’s her wedding day
but when I look again
she suddenly is gone, has disappeared.
[Reference: Die dans van die reën (The dance of the rain) by Eugene N. Marais.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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I'll Dance Alone
Discord on the dance floor
We're stepping on toes
No rhythm of movement
Like deadly foes
Trapped on the dance floor
Forced to entwine
Whirling and dizzy
As if drunk on wine
This dance is not fun
Don't want to go on
Need some fresh air
Just want to run
Be gone from this place
Away from this dancer
I'll dance alone
Don't want a partner
Spinning so hard
Twisting my ankles
Still we go on
Nerves are all jangled
Now I have fallen
Flat on the floor
I look up - he's laughing
I limp to the door
Now I've escaped
I've left that mad dance
Can breathe again - laugh again
It's my second chance;
And now when I dance
I put on good music
And I dance alone
Whenever I choose to.
poem by Jinge Norvall
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Omaha
Start tearing the old man down
Run past the heather and down to the old road
Start turning the grain into the ground
Roll a new leaf over
In the middle of the night there's an old man
Treading around in the gathered rain
Hey mister if you want to walk on water
Would you drop a line my way
Omaha
Somewhere in middle America
Get right to the heart of matters
It's the heart that matters more
I think you'd better turn your ticket in
And get your money right at the door
Start threading the needle
Brush past the shuttle that slides through the cold room
Start turning the wool across the wire
Roll the new life over
In the middle of the night there's an old man
Threading his toes through a bucket of rain
Hey mister if you want to walk on water
You're only going to walk all over me
Omaha
Somewhere in middle America
Get right to the heart of matters
It's the heart that matters more
I think you'd better turn your ticket in
And get your money right at the door
Start running the banner down
Drop past the color come up through the summer rain
Start turning the girl into the ground
Roll a new life over
In the middle of the day there's a young man
Rolling around in the earth and rain
Hey mister if you're going to walk on water
song performed by by Counting Crows from August And Everything After
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(Sufiyana) I Dance, I Dance
Whirling images flashing past
Your white robe
Your face
Ahhh....that face
The moon paled in comparison
Divine in its purity
Smile that said You were free
Free from all desires and longings
Eyes without any layers
With a direct door to Your inner spirit
Your movements with the grace of the stars in the nightsky
The mist in my vision cleared looking at You
And
I dance
I dance, I dance, I dance, I dance
Like Your whirling images
Keeping pace with them
Never to let them run away
poem by Renu Rakheja
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Autumn Leaves
The falling leaves.... pass by my window
The autumn leaves...of red and gold
I see your lips...your summer kisses
The sunburned hands...I used to know
Ummm...since you went away
The days grow long
And soon I'll hear old winter's song
Ooooh, but I'll miss you most of all
My darling.... when autumn leaves...
start to fall
Ooooh...... I said I miss you most of all
My darling....when autumn leaves
start to fall............
song performed by by Tom Jones
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Numbness For Sound
A cold winter sun
My feet underground
A pale winter city
A numbness for sound
I'll wait back here
All that you notice
A moment in time
A photograph lost here
Since you were mine
I'll wait back here
Or should I
Start pushing my way back
Yeah, should I start
Pushing my way back
I walk past your room
In deep silhouette
You're tired of racing
You're down and I said
I'll wait back here
A cold end, and evening
A soaked cigarette
I'm asleep on a shoulder
That I've never met
I'll wait back here
Or should I
Start pushing my way back
Yeah, should I start
Pushing my way back
Cold, and the whiskey is wearing
And I'm on the edge of my breath
Oh, and I'm thinking of leaving
I could just lay down
Lay down and freeze to death
A cold winter sun
My feet underground
A pale winter city
A numbness for sound
song performed by by Howie Day
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The heart of a tree
With branches reaching out as if for a embrace
The tree may bow to nature with grace.
He stands alone when the wind blows strong.
The leaves may fall, but the tree stands tall.
There are some things that the eyes can't see.
Like the heart of a tree.
In winter's cold chill, You can see the tree stand still.
Leaves are gone but the tree stands strong.
Until winter turns into spring and the birds begin to sing.
The leaves may fall, but the tree stands tall.
There are some things that the eyes can't see.
Like the heart of a tree.
Through storms and the wind. Bowing with a graceful bend,
Until the sun shines again, still standing at the end,
The tree is like a true friend.
The leaves may fall, but the tree stands tall.
There are some things that the eye can't see,
Like the heart of a tree.
The old Tree's secrets
How many lovers sat together under the old tree?
If only the tree could speak.
The stories would be of weary travelers
finding a place of peace, and dreams in their sleep.
Stolen moments of lovers, perhaps a sweet caress.
A young man with a ring, a young girl said yes.
Tree I only imagine, I enjoy the guess.
Gentle breezes that lifted the leaves
to let them gently fall to earth.
Misting rain to meet the tree's thirst,
Perhaps two trees inter-twined are
Two lovers that were curst.
poem by Judy Arline Puckett
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Ode on Winter
The Whispering wind blows beside me,
And the chirping birds softly sing their song,
The living leaves of Gaia no longer we see,
As winter has come and it seeks to live long.
The tunes of winter sung by wolves,
And its liveliness’ shown by fog,
The dance of winter preformed by ghouls,
Oh winter, thy shall now have thy own synagogue.
poem by Aditya Mudbhary
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Songs Of The Sky
In a sky of layered clouds,
dawn becomes a rainbow,
moving through the spectrum
toward the day.
In a sky of always blue,
no clouds ride the wind:
the sun burns brightly,
high and hot and long.
In a sky of may grays,
clouds crash, explode and roar;
rain-filled winds sweep across the prairie.
In a sky of many blues,
clouds dance on the wind;
and endless and quixotic
Rohrschach test.
In a sky of always gray,
no clouds seem to move;
overcast blots out imagination.
In a sky of cold, cold blue,
gray clouds scrape the treetops;
harbingers of winter storms to come.
Beneath a sky of darkening gray,
the prairie grasses rustle
on the small, forgotten farms
of what could've been
and was.
In a sky of mottled gray,
cold rains fall, now and then;
the seasons struggle
for control of April.
In a sky of broken gray,
cold winds precede the rains;
and before long
the darkened clouds re-gather.
In a sky as clear as glass,
and blue from top to bottom,
sultry days of August
slowly drift into September.
In a twi-lit noon-time sky,
this annular eclipse
leaves us just a
ring around the moon.
In a sky of many clouds,
sunset's an inferno;
ablaze, in this,
my father's final twilight.
In a sky that slowly burns,
the clouds of fire fade
and leave a darker beauty
to hold the night.
poem by William Kruse
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