Enfolds me aptly
A wind runs on my face - a billow of rain.
and I to blunt the cold - a glassy cockle
it is a comely face in my mist, and pain,
and to conflate 'em with glance, in focal..
So it was you, absently, to speak, in mind
was it my drift, a dalliance, but dead,
to go under a snowy quilt, dull and blind,
maybe to stop my messaging, that bled.
I felt, my ebullience was a Naiad's bliss,
expanded in ethereal, nightly backdrops,
her tales brought to me a kind Abyss,
full of caresses, dulcet treats an' nyctalops.
To disinherit this entropy of bluish grip
around my wrist; also diffused in waves,
she ruled my foolish notions ever since,
with an urge to embrace again - in grave.
A spilled flow of Crimson log, my loss,
oblating to empty dreams, I exit lines,
of horizontal destinies in darkened chaos,
her windy tears of solitude, in brines.
So, I open my glassy sails in bridal space
so happy is my heart and beating madly,
a cold wind is blowing, icy on my face,
an open Chaos under me enfolds me aptly.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Age Makes The Difference
There comes a cold wind blowing on my face
and my cheeks are ruddy red.
It is a cold wind blowing on my face
and my toes feel like they're dead.
But I could stay outside all day
and never think about cold.
For that's exactly how you feel
when you're nine years old.
There comes a cold wind blowing on my face
and my cheeks are ruddy red.
It is a cold wind blowing on my face.
I feel like I am dead.
I need to stay inside today
and look out at the cold.
And that's exactly how you'll feel
when you're ninety years old.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Siren Song
It seems that a wind is pushing us together
towards a snaky road that effuses in Chaos
and one ribbon of mystery dark, and tender,
of magical tales I heard before, a glee endow.
So, maybe was something your voice said
whispering in my ear as dusk descended
and it was my promise to invite you as a wed,
in my solitude I wore your glance attended.
Cause you are distant; Far in a pasture ghostly,
spirits of darkness in scriptures apocryphal,
as Aglaope's astounding face, bends softly,
to guile me in carnivorous feast, Leucosia lethal.
A song of longing by Himerope, in Molpe music,
buckling my heart, as Parthenope my maiden is,
and Ligeia shrills fear, Teles perfect acoustics,
Raidne improves our bond, and Peisino persists.
Thelxepeia, Thelxeteira, Thelxiope sooth me,
my soul hurts; a beatitude deathly assemblege
Aglaophonos angelic song, a mind's eloquence
they beckon, faces of Eden, wet eyes glaze..
They bind me in eternal paths to come closer,
a blandiloquent reason in caliginous nightly calls,
to bestow, my aching soul, a solitude border
to surpass, and reach for an unknown cockle.
So, I loved you all, your comely invitation to dark
I loved; comeuppance beauties will devour flesh
and drink, drink Crimson spilled, their eerie hark,
I enfold, as it transfuses to a malevolence I bless.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Gone the Dream
At the end of the day when all had been done
And all had been bad
In the kitchen laughing wih you
Before I went to bed
My face in the light illuminated
Untroubled and safe
As your face is shining upon me
A love that would never cease
Went out where the cold wind blows
It rocks my childhood sleep
And up in the starry skies
And further out to sea
Late in time when it will come
I see it in my dreams
At night with the cold wind blowing
At night with the cold wind blowing outside
Gone the dream
song performed by by Ash from 1977
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A silent snowfall defines forever
Her dark eyes will glance your past,
embrace bitter years, deep in mist,
and will shine in solitude her kissed,
nightly face of your winter glassed.
Outside the snow will fall and cover,
as a white quilt her steps and trace,
a tear of the North wind to embrace,
a same yard of grass and red clover.
So well drawn was the dream's end,
now a silent snowfall defines forever,
two dark eyes are kin to a far of never,
while falling snowflakes hopes bend.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Blowing Hot and Cold
You blow like a hot wind through my heart,
Raising me up to feel full of life,
A wind that takes away my pain,
Leaves me feeling like a man,
Tomorrow you blow like a cold wind through my heart,
Doubt tears me apart,
A wind that leaves me in pain,
Wishing me down the drain,
Blowing hot and cold,
You can be too bold,
Slow down baby,
We can work it out, maybe,
So what is it you want from me?
Do you really just want to be free?
Maybe you just don't know how to grow,
Sometimes it's better to go with the flow!
While I wait for your wind to slow and warm,
All I want is for you to be safe from harm,
Sometimes I make you mad,
I don't want to see you so sad,
Blowing hot and cold,
You can be too bold,
Slow down baby,
We can work it out, maybe,
Live life to the full, good and grand,
When things are tough I will give you a hand,
Together we can go higher,
Love is our only desire!
23 May 2012
NYC
poem by David Andre' Klopper
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Kissed your smiles
Mizzle paths become our mind's travel,
tail winds favor the sails abaft
besides our dreams kind to unravel,
a story that was built to last;
Old tales dropp off - forgotten die,
dimensions to escape open,
the solitude calls to imply
the lit wax candles end up molten;
The cold north wind whistles a tune,
strange in our eyes will shed a tear,
and shy our sadness - song distuned,
encounter odd will be t' adhere.
Same tic tac sounds from our window,
upon a glass stream down rain's aisles,
our eyes search for that old meadow,
where our sent rain had kissed your smiles.
That solitude became the scheme,
kind to surround a cause bewailed,
our song trailed on that same rain stream,
on that same glass, away it sailed!
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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She Brought Them All Kindly To Her Grave
of course i know what coldness is
apart from something that is cool
when mother died her hands were extremely cold
for my hold
i let them go
there was no sadness
there was that happiness of letting her rest
and giving myself a little space
for tomorrow
when coldness comes again in an empty room
with open windows
i know not what panic shall be
my hands are extremely cold these days
when i kiss them
my lips become frozen
they break like glasses
i cannot speak
there is no way that my tongue shall give in to
words
it cannot face coldness in the mirror
of my face
since you ask and you demand an explanation i open my hands
and i let your hands touch them
i cannot speak i am afraid i will be cruel
you must hold these extreme coldness for a long time
so you can all let them go
like white birds against a dark sky
so you can also experience what happiness
i had when i let go off
mama's fears
when mama closed her eyes
because what was important she knew
need not be said anymore
she brought them all kindly to her grave
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Weather love
The wind, the rain, the sunset
all in one place,
is it possible for such thing to be seen all at once?
seems to me like it is every time we have those occasional small talks
when the wind comes through
it probably means your words will be cold even if its June
but they glide by my side because
i know those harsh words don't come from your sweet heart
it cant be possible for you to be kind when you're feeling cold inside
let me warm you up
you shove me aside and say no
that's when it starts to pour
the rain falling down my face
because god knows how much it hurts
to be neglected and rejected
by the person who you'll give your life away
and when it rains it thunders
and life keeps getting colder
the wind and the rain threw me over
but next day it was over
the sunset took over
this must means you're okay
no more sadness or confused face
and you take me with you once again
and we are happier than yesterday
but who said its staying this way
the weather always changes
its an unpredictable world that i face everyday
but you're worth it
you're worth the chills, the pain, the pouring rain
and you're worth everything
when the sunset is visible again.
poem by Melissa Lora
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Tears Of Pain
Tears of pain stream down my although I know you're in a better place
Wishing I could see your face..,
Tears of pain stream down my face, I know you won the race.
All your pain finally ends, you and I were close friends,
Tears of pain stream down my face, I'll still be here in the end,
Tears of pain stream down my face this is something I can't take.
It wasn't fare for you to go; I have never felt a deeper hole.
Tears of pain stream down my face I feel
Your presence, in my place
I sure do miss that smiling face,
Tears of pain stream down my face,
You were the brightness to fill my greys,
Tears of pain stream down my face
I miss the feeling of embrace,
When looking at your wonderful face
Tears of pain stream down my face.
It came to soon, but your alright I try to talk to you every night.
now I know you're in a better place, The tears of pain have withered away.
poem by Raeanne Runyemba
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Fog-Horns, Even Bow-Bells
Nautilus on a cargo vessel, to avail,
devoid of an older route, and drift
his beats of abreacted pulse, to trail,
his home-land on cloudy forms, to lift.
Long locked in dreams, assemblage,
soul sails forward, spilled life's wine,
in Nordic Northern seas, God Brage,
unworldly lyrics to compose, in brine.
I reckon he befits an Angel, alone,
he plays a harmonica in broken notes,
a song for loners or friends, gone,
mistral petals him along, as boat floats.
I reckon he remembers her, a Naiad,
the sun crowns his head, far setting,
a dalliance, a harbor song, her bard,
depicting of his solitude's odd wedding.
In dark she comes, from away shore,
along windy fog-horns eerie call, in air,
she gliding sails, comely to invite afore,
Nautilus and drifting souls in despair.
She comes as bow-bells ring, and sings:
'Enfold me in your lone heart, and I,
shall lift your soul, with halcyon wings,
to fly in incipient stills, to imbue of nigh.'
She sings along, as drifts of mist repeat:
'Enfold me in your lone heart, and I,
shall lift your soul, with halcyon wings,
to fly in incipient stills, to imbue of nigh.'
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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I Say to You
Every night I think of you
in my dreams, in solitude
And wake up as the moon goes by
To prepare itself for another night.
The wind waiting, to get in through
As I open the window pane,
And feel the rays of the sun
Washing down the dream from my face.
But as I hear your voice, it fades
All my pain, all the smiles
But I do face another dilemma,
To tell you what my heart says.
I wait for the time to tell you that
And wonders when it’d arise
Shall it be now, or a little late?
Or let it wait for another day?
The days passed, all one by one
As the weeks, so thus the months
But it is the night, in solitude,
In my dreams, I say to you…
poem by Titiksha Singhal
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Destiny
although you are hearing something, you may listen to the wind blowing
your skin is biologically tough but don't forget your heart is beating
you neet this again and again but you don't notice his face he has a face always matamophorsed into a new face but he is always with you he has a strata of sensational character acting wisely in the darkness of illusion
blind-folded but hit the indirectness of life
DESTINY, you are the one
Be Still My Beating Heart
Be still my beating heart
It would be better to be cool
Its not time to be open just yet
A lesson once learned is so hard to forget
Be still my beating heart
Or Ill be taken for a fool
Its not healthy to run at this pace
The blood runs so red to my face
Ive been to every single book I know
To soothe the thoughts that plague me so
I sink like a stone thats been thrown in the ocean
My logic has drowned in a sea of emotion
Stop before you start
Be still my beating heart
Restore my broken dreams
Shattered like a falling glass
Im not ready to be broken just yet
A lesson once learned is so hard to forget
Be still my beating heart
You must learn to stand your ground
Its not healthy to run at this pace
The blood runs so red to my face
Ive been to every single book I know
To soothe the thoughts that plague me so
Stop before you start
Be still my beating heart
Never to be wrong
Never to make promises that break
Its like singing in the wind
Or writing on the surface of a lake
And I wriggle like a fish caught on dry land
And I struggle to avoid any help at hand
I sink like a stone thats been thrown in the ocean
My logic has drowned in a sea of emotion
Stop before you start
Be still my beating heart
song performed by by Sting
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The Dreams
Spare a little candle
Save some light for me
Figures up ahead
Moving in the trees
White skin in linen
Perfume on my wrist
And the full moon that hangs over
These dreams in the mist
Darkness on the edge
Shadows where I stand
I search for the time
On a watch with no hands
I want to see you clearly
Come closer than this
But all I remember
Are the dreams in the mist
These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night I live another life
These dreams that sleep when it's cold outside
Every moment I'm awake the further I'm away
Is it cloak n dagger
Could it be spring or fall
I walk without a cut
Through a stained glass wall
Weaker in my eyesight
The candle in my grip
And words that have no form
Are falling from my lips
These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night I live another life
These dreams that sleep when it's cold outside
Every moment I'm awake the further I'm away
There's something out there
I can't resist
I need to hide away from the pain
There's something out there
I can't resist
The sweetest song is silence
That I've ever heard
Funny how your feet
In dreams never touch the earth
In a wood full of princes
Freedom is a kiss
But the prince hides his face
From dreams in the mist
These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night I live another life
These dreams that sleep when it's cold outside
Every moment I'm awake the further I'm away
These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night I live another life
These dreams that sleep when it's cold outside
Every moment I'm awake the further I'm away
song performed by by Heart
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As I Wind Down The Pines
As I wind down the pines
it's the lines on your face
playing on your face.
Without thinking so much
as abandoning thought
I went through open country
over water meadow streams
lakes and wires and roosts in reeds
to a nest in the hole of
this dead
tree.
To play without stopping or pause
not for silence not for applause
not without thinking
and thinking's abandoning thought.
As I wind down the pines
it's the lines on your face
playing on your face.
song performed by by The Tragically Hip from Music @ Work
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A Lyric From The Heart! ! !
a lad in the falling rain
with his mighty umbrella
moves through the flooded road
he feels the water cold
through the way,
in the rain,
by blowing wind
a 'DUPATTA' touched his face
with the wet touch the cloth
she moves with the drip-drip music of the rain
she turns to him,
her smile touches his heart
soon the wind blowed the rain
even in that wet look
she is just like an angel
an angel from heaven in the rain
like the wind moved the rain
she moved him
her eyes carried him
through the unknown way
something he had to say
he dont know, how to say
some words raised in his mind
he singed the unknown words
in the drip-drip music of rain
she heard his
she looked him with a smile
the rain went off
calm & cold wind blowed
Ecstasy of the evening
with a rejuvenated feel
he walked back
with the drip-drip music of rain
and with the lyrics from his heart! !
By The Seaside : Sir Humphrey Gilbert
Southward with fleet of ice
Sailed the corsair Death;
Wild and gast blew the blast,
And the east-wind was his breath.
His lordly ships of ice
Glisten in the sun;
On each side, like pennons wide,
Flashing crystal streamlets run.
His sails of white sea-mist
Dripped with silver rain;
But where he passed there were cast
Leaden shadows o'er the main.
Eastward from Campobello
Sir Humphrey Gilbert sailed;
Three days or more seaward he bore,
Then, alas! the land-wind failed.
Alas! the land-wind failed,
And ice-cold grew the night;
And nevermore, on sea or shore,
Should Sir Humphrey see the light.
He sat upon the deck,
The Book was in his hand;
'Do not fear! Heaven is as near,'
He said, 'by water as by land!'
In the first watch of the night,
Without a signal's sound,
Out of the sea, mysteriously,
The fleet of Death rose all around.
The moon and the evening star
Were hanging in the shrouds;
Every mast, as it passed,
Seemed to rake the passing clouds.
They grappled with their prize,
At midnight black and cold!
As of a rock was the shock;
Heavily the ground-swell rolled.
Southward through day and dark,
They drift in cold embrace,
With mist and rain, o'er the open main;
Yet there seems no change of place.
Southward, forever southward,
They drift through dark and day;
And like a dream, in the Gulf-Stream
Sinking, vanish all away.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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I Believe
The sky can lie and betray as any person can invade
The space that is my own and a sunny day so they say
Today would be, although
I believe I felt raindrops touching my naked arms-It is the New Year and
I don’t want tears falling from my eyes
As they did the first day of
Last year and every year before me-
I wept because I believed that God had forsaken me,
Brought me into a world which was not safe for me to live in-
I am lost in the woods but not as lost
As I am in the city surrounding-
Upon this sunny and rainy day- the people who
Dwell in this planet earth I do not trust-
These people are walking behind me
Only to steal away my dreams-
I cannot ignore their sinister glances-
Upon the face of a coin it says
“In God we trust” and that is just
One more untruth and I once believed there was a god and
I was a saint- now I am a pauper who is alone
In this world not believing a word that has been spoken-
“I am a believer, ” so are the words to a popular song-
I only believe in my own thoughts and the voices
That speak to me from my mind and
I only feel while my own heart beats-
Nobody hears these voices or my heart beating
Out of control- the rain is falling hard now-
I have been deceived and it is a new year again
God wipe away my tears, I don’t care to always be the enemy-
I hear birds chanting and wind blowing the leaves upon the trees-
Unwelcome footsteps behind me are closing in-
I have a spirit that dances in the wind, therefore
It hardly matters anymore that I was born into this world that
Is a fraudulent place- I can run marathons and other people’s minds
Have become my literature- I have faith in my thoughts and
I can carry on with a tune- “I am a believer”- and as long as
I believe in my own strength and my spirit keeps on dancing,
Knowing someday my dreams shall become alive and the sun?
The sun is hidden in the clouds and the rain just keeps on falling but
It is the rain that gives me water so I will not be thirsty and it is
That rain- that washes my tears away-
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Open Arms
If love is what you want
Baby here I am
If tenderness is what you need
Ive got that to give
If you need some affection
Baby these are open arms
Open arms open arms open arms open arms
You come hem youve had a hard day
Every door you tried to open
Was closing in your face
Im right here Ill be right here
Ill embrace you
Ill be open with my heart
Ill let you in
Ill be open with my thoughts
Ill be your best friend
If you need some attention
Baby these are open arms
Open arms open arms open arms open arms
Every corner you turn
Trouble come your way
But when you get home
Ill try to be there
And Ill embrace you
These are
These are
These are
Open arms
If time is what you need
Baby Ill stop the clocks
If youre looking for something
Maybe Ive got what you want
If theres one thing to remember
Dont forget that these are open arms
Open arms open arms open arms open arms
These are
These are
These are
Open arms
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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Lying Still
She came thru the door round my place
She was not the same
I reached out my hand to touch her face
She turned her head away
Her words flew in empty circles
Reasons unexplained
I saw that her thoughts were somewhere else
We made love anyway
Lying still in your arms
And the tears came down
She cried her pain
And like the rain that draws a cloud across the sun
The tears flow on
She cried the pain she felt inside
As night touched the sky with moonglow
She opened up her heart
The tides of emotions ebb and flow
Washing us apart
We talked thru the night in whispers
As the silent city lay
Reasons she gave cut deep and hard
The dawn broke angry grey
Lying still in your arms
Heartbeats cold
She cried my pain
Like thunder rolling thru an aching winter sky
Heartbeats cold
Her pain
Lying still in your arms
But the tears came down
She cried my pain
And like the rain that draws a cloud across the sun
The tears flow on
She cried the pain I felt inside
The future dissolves in the tears
The morning surrenders the years
How can you say our love wasnt real
When I can see how you feel
Another time
Another place
I wont cry for her
No more
The days go on
But the nights are long
Ill remember her
For sure
Still in your arms
song performed by by Level 42
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