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Forelands

A commotion runs amid my mind
a crush was, on the track barrier,
and the flight; with winds to bind,
where our childhood voices alter.

I went high; in paths of negation,
Steady to aim at my engagement,
do not consult your one desolation;
and your lone dark star adornment.

Was it your call? Amid woodlands,
shadows cast your dusk and crying,
stand tall; on conceived forelands,
a pasture you once loved 's undying.

With bells of home Church ringing,
on each Sunday you 'll hold the tear;
twas against a soldier's upbringing,
to let solitude comrade you near.

How far is that trustful apparition,
of words and forms we twined in air,
to write a word string, my ambition,
that led you far from unlit despair?

How far is a holly legion of angels,
a principal star that leads you nigh,
entreats communion in our chapels,
little iced rain and our clouds high?

poem by Giorgio Veneto
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I Breathe Her Name

One day she told me that inside me,
North winds abide - and my secrets,
notes of dawn light are and quartets,
to sing again amid black spruce trees.

She came to stand within a faint light,
an apparition brilliant of school years,
when her raven mane waved in piers,
and winds sweeping above that bight.

It was our entreaty that hung in air,
I vanished outside shadows, not nigh,
it was her soul to send me the outcry,
and my interpretation of her despair.

Before I knew, her call was inscribed,
in my lines and beyond, into my voice,
herald of solitude twining that choice,
to stay in soul, tear-sting an' imbibed.

Background of aphotic dusk - became,
so as to embrace us while the windings,
of frozen roads, with pennant bindings
I breathe in sovereign woods her name.

poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Time Began

I hear the northern winds
up on that slope we ran;
remember? Time began,
'n' now again, time ends;

My Holly, Treasured lady,
as time puzzles me again,
it stupefies me to feign;
in our deep woods shady;

'n' deep inside the forest,
embraced, I shed no tear;
amid shadows that appear,
with their touches coldest.

Invariably there I invite,
your wraith to bestow nice,
caress and love me thrice,
and me to be out of sight!

Our flight is upwards high
caressed sorrows to stare,
now my life goes nowhere.
embraced solitude of nigh;

Is it true, our dance ends?
embraced Holly of my soul,
in rainy months of our Fall,
now I can, my life expends..

poem by Giorgio Veneto
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He Wishes Upon The Evening Star

A small child sits upon a stump in the middle of the pasture
amid chirping crickets and glowing lightning bugs.
Looking up into the twilight,
a lone star twinkles, as if to say, “I am listening.”
He considers his words carefully, for such opportunities should not be wasted.
He knows he must finish this conversation before the other stars appear.
He recites a nursery rhyme.
“Star light, star bright…”
He wishes childlike: one word.
Happiness.

A young boy runs through the woods playing Hide and Seek,
laughter and voices echoing through the trees.
He steps into a clearing and looks up to the Heavens.
The first star hangs expectantly in the air.
He stands alone, outcast among the other children
as two by two, the couples dance.
He recites his mantra.
“Star light, star bright…”
He whispers two words as he is tagged “It”.
A soulmate.

A grown man walks through campus on his way home,
eerie silence blanketing him where there should be life.
Standing on the tracks, his soul heavy with loneliness,
his planet hangs steady and bright.
Doubts crawl through his mind.
He wants to share himself with somebody.
He boldly speaks his prayer.
“Star light, star bright…”
He speaks aloud three words,
Real True Love.

A broken man walks a long lonely walk.
His life is passing him by.
In an empty field, he drops to his knees and cries out
to a star that has never helped him.
A cathartic wail pierces the night.
He mumbles barely audible words.
“Star light, star bright…”
“I am still here, ” it says,
“I know what it is you would wish for -,
Peace.”

A new man breathes fresh air, seemingly for the first time.
He stands next to her and together they look
to the sky as they hold hands.
Neither can believe that this is real.
She goes inside while he tarries for a second
and begs forgiveness for falling into despair.
He whispers an apology.
“Star light, star bright…”
I’m sorry.
Please don’t let me lose her.

An old man lies dying with his family all around him.
He gazes lovingly into her bright shining eyes and
she looks as beautiful now as she did when he first saw her.
All of his wishes have been granted.
She squeezes his hand and they look out the window.
It is brighter tonight than it ever has been before.
He says with his last breath,
“Star light, star bright…”
Thank You.
For Her.

poem by David Lawrence
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Arcanum Bride

Arcanum Bride

She came to me, unspoiled maid an' fair;
remote echo of church bells, on Sunday;
her face was angelical in droplets of air;
she flied into nothingness, there to stay.

She flied amid cumulus to bestow drops;
Acceptable by me were, her gray clouds;
Amid my dusk shadows above tree tops,
Imparted were her Fall's mizzle shrouds;

There I was, arbiter of an arcanum bride,
amid tenths of heaven's scents, in ambit,
a spread of nimbus favored me, but cried,
her glance was a rain dance and splendid!

She stared at me from yonder stills, airy;
Utopian reality to overreach me lifeless;
Trumpets of Angels played in notes merry,
her eerie disposal and bridal affableness;

Thus I accepted her in Acheronian gleam;
thousand tears of raining, arcanum song;
she sang above the cumulus in odd deem,
crowning my wax noctilucent, and lifelong.

poem by Giorgio Veneto
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First Sorrow

Unknown face that you clearly see,
while the night hides the apparition;
Hands outstretched, waves on a quay,
caress your grimace with contrition.

Gifts of the air now define your life,
you have escaped in the morning mists,
Sunday afternoon cuts you like a knife,
Or maybe you answered to the winds?

Suns you transformed to rain oracles,
in airy corridors amid winds blither,
distant stars of solitude and miracles
where your Sundays in coldness dither.

Twas when you packed your own response,
- the roar of the sea, a tear to borrow;
you lifted choices to become ensconced,
- you were of your first life, prime sorrow.

poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Febbraio fogs

Winds are blowing a grievous fate,
it's cold upon our fingers and dark,
ghosts prey howling on lone hark,
we came in life, one verse too late.

Winds are barking like stray dogs,
alone I wait for your icon to appear,
from our deserted (once alive) Pier,
where you smiled in Febbraio fogs.

And it is strange to feel you there,
you never left the winds' lone call;
I feel the flow in my veins to haul,
a string of fables on nostalgic fare;

And you appear - half on my mind,
'n' half in distance, to fill my eyes,
gray clouds snow from low skies,
doleful turns our dusk and twined.

Night denotes the silence of snow,
so much quietness falls like death,
regales me in solitude of an eighth
oracle to elongate, our time's tow.

Harbinger moon will Spring to fore,
if you appear, my hope will shine,
a conferred love will wave to mine,
imparted winds will reach Pier Four.

poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Maid Of Sol

Ideal 'n' unalterable, merit believer,
travels on misty links of a lone soul;
a wraith I am in her mind, a glimmer,
she spells orisons, rainy maid of Sol;

and in a blest of time she descends,
from distant cumulus, collected rain,
amid blessings and dusk lights amends,
amid pensive lines to weave and reign.

Pondering 's the wind, waves foliage;
my sky reflects a deeper blue of sea;
continents away; a ruminative adage,
her lips will sing this ode on our quay.

With smiling face, gallivants in gusts;
quotable's her bestowed love, noble,
amid the upheaval of roiled thrusts,
a voice responds, far away to global.

She comes to encounter years in rain,
amid clouds, of sky turbulent extend,
caressed face, softens my soul again,
My love inordinate in dusk to ascend.

The sky loves her, as darkness cares
to cover us within blasts and billows;
and she extends upwards to sky fares;
and in the winds my voice crossflows.

poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Call Me My Love

I invite your form amid the deck winds,
I hear your voice up in clouds to delve,
'hold me my love as tidal waves engulf,
and gray dusk descends on ripe fields.'

In our lightless home a coldness casts,
shapes of time laugh near the hearth,
much a void resembles above my berth,
your eyes' stare at my departing masts.

A faint call as I stand upon the bridge,
alludes to me melodious words to ravel,
'call me my love out my sadden garden,
when sun sets, behind a distant ridge.'

'Call when streams oppose your routes,
with sacred love and bonds I 'll regale,
when winds my words carry to gunwale,
transform my verses to notes of flutes.'

poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Takes me high like an angel

If I could wish a star
I'd never forget your smile
That takes me high like an angel
Flying, flying, flying

The weather didn't pass up
You said you were the rain's tear
You said you never fell in love
That it was your bigger fear

Seeing an angel so precious
I wonder how could it be possible
You said you hurt a lot by it
That your heart became unbreakble

If I could wish the moon
I'd never go so soon
You take me high like an angel
Can it be possible?
If I could wish a star
I'd be with you same far
You take me high like an angel
Flying, flying, flying...

The weather cried loud for me
You said you were the rain's tear
You said you wouldn't recieve
You said it and passed so many year...

Seeing a face so cute
I wonder if you don't want my love
Then I noticed I was nude
You were crying like for my drug

If I could wish the sun
I would take you to more fun
You take me high like an angel
Can it be possible?
If I could love you more
I wouldn't close the door
You take me high like an angel
Flying...
If I could wish again the rain
I would take off all your pain
You take me...
If I could be here more a day
I'd never go away
I'd be here to listen you say
'I love you, don't go'
You take me high like an angel
You take me high like an angel
You become my new angel
Flying, flying, flying!

poem by Ianne de Angel
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Parade Drive

It was when I waited for you - in gale;
among the clouds I returned to share,
the vented blue horizons of solar flare,
cause I had a choice to expand or fail.

And it was a choice we both consented,
one caress - your tips - tender on face,
when fates cared our threads to trace,
for you were my solitude ever extended.

as dusk descended gray upon the moors,
I saw you elevating - upstanding maiden,
a form of sacred above my dark burden,
in river Acheron and my pain that cures.

there were dances with forms diffused,
extended to aboves - expended to skies,
were my spirits - cared death to demise
eligibly alive I was amid blooms bemused.

Wraiths of solitude and horizon's lines,
in paths exclusive, amid paeans I arrive,
with cellars of red shed to parade drive,
where life of eighteen, unfolded shines.

poem by Giorgio Veneto
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It's Christmas And I Miss You

It's Christmas and I miss you
Your memory
Still lingers on
You're not really gone
And this message
Will find you
Through space and time
This love lives on
Here and beyond
And I will hear you
When Christmas bells are ringing
I will touch you
Though we're far apart
And I will feel you
When I hear the voices singing
Like magic when I'm dreaming
You are here
An angel in my heart.
But it's Christmas and I miss you
How simple it used to be
Just you and me
But when the bells ring
I will hear you in the music
When the angels sing
It will be our song
I will call you
With a love across the ages
I find the words beyond the pages
To describe my love
But it's Christmas and I miss you
Bridge: No one can tell where this road will lead
I guess we should follow our hearts
I'm not sure of much, but I know one thing
Nothing can keep us apart
And I will hear you
When Christmas bells are ringing
I will touch you
Though we're far apart
And I will feel you
When I hear the voices singing
You're a shining star burning in my heart
And when the bells ring
I will hear you in the music
When the angels sing
It will be our song
And I will hold you
With a love across the ages
I find the words beyond the pages
To describe my love
It's Christmas and I miss you

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Kiss The Rain

Quiet rain at starlit night
Without bow and without sound
Fallen to wet the ground
Dropping from another world

The girl in the rain
Without shelter and with a dog
Walking and searching for a way out
With steady steps toward a dim light in the front

People in the rain
Watching her and hard to believe
Is she wandering without an aim
Why she is so assured by herself

Face up and kiss the rain
She stops and stares at a star with smile
She knows the star is never far away
The star is watching her everyday
The star knows her and the dog better than anybody else
The star will lead her home and always stay and never walk away

It’s her star
It’s her dog
It’s her rain
It’s the rain from the star

poem by Michael Guo
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Valor is abraded

Soldier of oddities, autumnal fog
aborning valor, confer to overfly
recalling his home, in misty bog
counting raindrops, of a gray sky..

Valor is abraded, functions a log,
his red diluted, in drizzle complies

Maiden of oddities, autumnal rain,
recalls his dark uniform, and rank,
he smiled departing, in dark train,
acclaiming prowess, his eyes sunk..

Rain drops fall from skies above,
adorning a smile, clouds to assay,
he stares in solitude, a courtly love,
her sweet glance, upon their quay..

Friendly raindrops. of a gray sky,
form splendid, in clouds ascends,
staring at cumulus, a mizzle nigh,
sweetly waving, amid his friends..

Honor is abraded, beckons away,
his crimson diluted, in rain amends.

poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Become the Rain

Above the tree tops fly in clouds
angelic forms that meet the winds,
salute the mistral and the crowds,
above the solitude that bounds,
red green their dreams amid the fields,
thunderous call engage and wields,
abstemious souls embrace the sounds,
become the rain on steadfast keeled.

And some remind you of your past,
when flower scents descend the years,
when you were running ever fast,
the time was burden, and contrast,
to overreach in fog your tears,
abolished shields - hazardous fears,
theatric group of absent cast,
embracing dead the chevaliers.

poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Metzeler Handle

Tonight my thought returns to you;
transforming torque to motion;
a rider has another option,
to wait for new horizon's blue.

Upon slope's dark I shall vision,
the solitude of my lone hope,
the bike ascends on bold iced slope,
a scope of mind becomes incision.

Thus smiles of noons and dithered light,
confronting dark turn to my ail,
but joy is my speeding on trail,
where my apparitions hold tight.

Our story spreads, misty in air,
and is in front of stardom haze,
the rain reflests on a cold phase,
Suzuki steel block hollers blare.

And I observe a star that blinks,
road's ice piles in mind's stock answer,
an' wanders high, a ghost dancer,
infinity's railroad cold brinks.

So, I shall think of you scented,
again bend on my bike's black saddle,
thousand cubic-Metzeler handle,
raven blossom on skies sainted.

poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Shoot The Shooting Star

you wished upon a star
the first star
was a fake
you wished upon another star
it was a failure
you wished upon the third star
it was useless and gave you nothing
you wished again on the fourth star
it was ungrateful and took almost everything from you
and then another star
and then another star shooting before you
they all gave you despair
and you believe not
on any star anymore

then you learned to live
without any star
the stars are not true

and you are so disappointed
with all the falsities they are telling you
finally
you have this shotgun in your hand
and then this lone shooting star came one night
splendid in such a dark space
you shot it
hit it
and there it exploded, shattered

it was the only star intended for you
and it was true

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wondering World

Blue waves
Shifting waters
Seem to reflect
The ever changing moods
Clouds drift over the sun
Casting shadows over land
Amber drops and liquid sunlight
Tears of fallen angels
Drops of Jupiter
Deadly and beautiful
Star cast down from heaven

Shattered cores
Silently imploading
Stunningly exploding
Like glass afire
Or ash rain
Left with only wind
And burned flowers
Crying softly
The world continues
To wonder

poem by Autumn Winds
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How they see beyond the iron curtain?

When a poor man sleeps
by his Worldly possessions
on the road under street lamps,
Don't say that he won't dream the heaven
Yes, he dreams a different one
Where all his colleagues are there
But not much lights & dark it seems?
And they beg for alms from beggar-Angels
Who appear with their see through garments?

nimal dunuhinga

[The Moon sails high above in majesty
Amid the pailing clouds;
But from on high it moves the billowy sea
With its enchanting powers.]-Ivan Turgenev, from 'Home of the Gentry'.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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An August Morning At Upper Gully

The smoke from the chimneys curled down in the sky
And it's colder and wetter than 'twas in July
And fog o'er the forest a blanket of gray
And darkening rain clouds more showers on the way.

The currawongs calling the dark birds of rain
And into the station roars the city bound train
And cars on the highway racing to and fro
And down the high woodlands the chilly winds blow.

At 7 a.m. and the temperatures low
And it's cold in upper Gully cold enough to snow
Yet on this bleak morning great beauty i see
Bright yellow flowers blooming on the wattle tree.

Their loud cackling laughter one could not mistake
And they call through the morning just after daybreak
On the higher branches of old mountain gray
The kookaburras herald a cold Winter's day.

Three weeks left in August and Spring is so near
On this perhaps the coldest day of the year
And dark rain clouds gather in bleak morning sky
And it's colder and wetter than 'twas in July.

poem by Francis Duggan
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A especial star...

Above the clouds there is a star
A star that looks down on me
A star that I makes my wishes shine
A star that brightens my path
A star that enlightens my world
A star that makes me feel loved
A star that makes me dreams come true
A star that breaks my loneliness
A star that makes me smile
A star that I up to and not down on
A star that protects me from my enemies
A star that brings my bliss and hope
A star that sticks to its promises
A star that supports me take me as I am
A star that never fades away...
A star that will live with me forever and ever.....

poem by Joy O'Pateng
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