Pearlescent Trips
(Pearlescent Trips)
Our long roads to faraway, but not to safety
fair in advance, a violent gain, of our eternity,
there, we seek our childhood's white clouds,
why ocean-paths are ornaments of shrouds?
There you ask me, glorious beauty, to adore,
agleam paths you have chosen, way before,
years to guide us back, to opaline nacreous
darkened mislays, of my strength ominous.
Shrills of Ghosts belt down anything gleaming,
or hopes, to dusk in dreams again, dimming,
to abate in Stygian trips, a devoid emptiness,
consent Styx darkness, renounce brightness.
Pearlescent were our trips, along Milky ways,
beaming in ocean paths, our childhood bays,
in Stygian dew, how unassailable they will be,
even from us! and decorate a dim Sirens' glee.
And then you escort an illusion in Star quays,
again, your faraway projection, entirely stays,
within Utopian hopes to embrace a lone ghost
reverberant will be, sailing only to foremost.
Copyright © - G. V.- 01.29.2012 /
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poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Sirens Harp
Our long roads to faraway, but not to safety
fair in advance, a violent gain, of our eternity,
there, we seek our childhood's white clouds,
why ocean-paths are ornaments of shrouds?
So you ask me, glorious beauty, to adore,
of lone paths you have chosen, way before,
years to guide us back, to opaline nacreous
darkened mislays, of my strength ominous.
Shrills of Ghosts belt down anything gleaming,
or hopes, to dusk in dreams again, dimming,
to abate in Stygian trips, a devoid emptiness,
consent Styx darkness, renounce brightness.
Pearlescent were our trips, along Milky ways,
beaming in ocean paths, our childhood bays,
in Stygian dew, how unassailable they will be,
even from us! and decorate a dim Sirens' glee.
And then you escort an illusion in Star quays,
again, your faraway projection, entirely stays,
within Utopian hopes to embrace a lone ghost
reverberant will be, sailing lonely to foremost.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Gallivants Nigh
Gallivants Nigh
His broken roads to faraway, but not to safety
fair in advance, a violent gain, of his eternity,
there, he seeks his childhood's white clouds,
why ocean-paths are ornaments of shrouds?
And then I ask you, glorious beauty, to adore,
about routes that I have chosen back before,
years guided me back, to opaline nacreous -
darkened mislays old, of my strength ominous.
Shrills of Ghosts belt down anything gleaming,
and hopes, to dusk in dreams again, dimming,
to abate in Stygian trips, of a inside emptiness,
consent Styx darkness, renounce brightness.
Pearlescent were our trips, along Milky way,
beaming on oceanic paths, our youth's eyes,
we never knew that unassailable they will be,
even from us! and decorate some Sirens' glee.
Thus, you escort my illusions on lonely quays,
again, your faraway projection, entirely stays,
within Utopian hopes to embrace a lone ghost
reverberant she 'll be, sailing lonely to foremost.
Copyright © - G. V.- 05.05.2012
/ © PoemH.30992640
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Our Roads On Earth
Each trip commences with a step
We all have trips to make
We traverse different roads in life
As one goes up
Another goes down
Some go through long roads
Others have shorter paths to tread
Our daily trips are divine
As we journeyed towards life trips
Some roads are bumpy
Some are smooth
Some have stamina for marathon
Some move faster in a dash
Either long or short
Trials, challenges, obstacles
Are features to wrestle with on our roads
We need to be resilent
We need to damn odds
Whatever lane of the roads we are
Steadfastness is needed
Our trips on these roads
Shall end successfully
If we hold on to God..
poem by Babatunde Aremu
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Puckered Lips
Long hazy days of endless fun
Locked arm in arm on strolling trips
Ne’re looking back nor forward either
Ho how I miss those puckered lips
The fun we had just hanging around
No one bothered about time or reason
With friends we share our childhood play
Out having fun no matter the season
When I look back with glazed expression
To see the wondrous life we had
It’s then I realise it had its shortfalls
Where love was lost, days ended sad
But above it all when we were young
Through memories haze, the hops and skips
The beauty of my childhood sweetheart
Lost in sweet dreams of those puckered lips
Copyright Brian Peza Perrins 2009
poem by Brian 'Peza' Perrins
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Paths Of Victory
Trails of troubles,
Roads of battles,
Paths of victory,
I shall walk.
The trail is dusty
And my road it might be rough,
But the better roads are waiting
And boys it aint far off.
Trails of troubles,
Roads of battles,
Paths of victory,
We shall walk.
I walked down by the river,
I turned my head up high.
I saw that silver linin
That was hangin in the sky.
Trails of troubles,
Roads of battles,
Paths of victory,
We shall walk.
The evenin dusk was rollin,
I was walking down the track.
There was a one-way wind a-blowin
And it was blowin at my back.
Trails of troubles,
Roads of battles,
Paths of victory,
We shall walk.
The gravel road is bumpy,
Its a hard road to ride,
But theres a clearer road a-waitin
With the cinders on the side.
Trails of troubles,
Roads of battles,
Paths of victory,
We shall walk.
That evening train was rollin,
The hummin of its wheels,
My eyes they saw a better day
As I looked across the fields.
Trails of troubles,
Roads of battles,
Paths of victory,
We shall walk.
The trail is dusty,
The road it might be rough,
But the good road is a-waitin
And boys it aint far off.
Trails of troubles,
Roads of battles,
Paths of victory,
We shall walk.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Paths 2
Some paths lead to dead ends,
some lead to pastures new,
but whatever path you take
it is always up to you.
Some paths are filled with beauty
colourfully decorated on either side.
Some paths are not so cheerful
and gloom hangs from every branch.
Some paths are well worn
where many feet have gone through.
Some paths have not been ventured on
and these always hold something new,
but whatever path you take
it is always up to you.
26 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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Faraway
What a state to be in
Its a world of indecision
So self destructive
And such an ugly business
In and out of fashion
You always leave your mark
An indefinite decision
A dangerous remark
** when youre cold and tired
Dont turn your head away
The distance thats between us
Gets bigger every day
* how come you never see
Youre as faraway as faraway can be
Youre as faraway as faraway can be
You try so hard to impress
You talk the telephone to death
Its what you cant see that counts
But you havent worked that out yet
There is no reason
There is no plan
The truth can be deceptive
From such a quiet man
Theres madness in your words
Not wishing to be heard
But just like yesterday
Youve already slipped away
(* repeat)
(** repeat)
(* repeat)
Youre as faraway as faraway
As faraway as faraway
As faraway as faraway
As faraway as faraway
As faraway as faraway
As faraway from me as you can be
song performed by by Abc
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Hallowed Halls
They take each other’s outstretched
fingers and interlock them,
as they walk along much trodden paths
that have seen lovers by the score,
embrace each other along these paths before.
They come as dusk begins to fall
with the setting sun in the west.
They embrace the lovers call
to follow long-standing traditions
and amble down these hallowed halls.
(29 May 2007)
poem by David Harris
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Chasing Childhood
I had a ream last night,
Where i saw childhood run away,
I chased it til' i could no more,
And everything faded to grey.
What happened to the picnics,
Cotton Candy at the fair,
Nobody goes anymore,
Too busy to even care.
Where are the dress-up clothes,
Trips for ice cream after school,
Now we're doing homewrok,
Or pretending not to, If you're cool.
I woke up the next morning,
Wondering why i was so blue,
And i realized it was no dream,
I let childhood go too soon!
poem by Stacey Berry
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Ghazal 01
O beautiful wine-bearer, bring forth the cup and put it to my lips
Path of love seemed easy at first, what came was many hardships.
With its perfume, the morning breeze unlocks those beautiful locks
The curl of those dark ringlets, many hearts to shreds strips.
In the house of my Beloved, how can I enjoy the feast
Since the church bells call the call that for pilgrimage equips.
With wine color your robe, one of the old Magi’s best tips
Trust in this traveler’s tips, who knows of many paths and trips.
The dark midnight, fearful waves, and the tempestuous whirlpool
How can he know of our state, while ports house his unladen ships.
I followed my own path of love, and now I am in bad repute
How can a secret remain veiled, if from every tongue it drips?
If His presence you seek, Hafiz, then why yourself eclipse?
Stick to the One you know, let go of imaginary trips.
© Shahriar Shahriari
Los Angeles, Ca
April 9, 1999
poem by Shams al-Din Hafiz
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The Alone Tree
She once sat beneath its welcoming arms
Refreshed by its shade and comfort
Sharing all manner of childhood secrets;
Aptly named, her “alone tree.”
There she found refuge for hurtful tears,
A sanctuary to explore her hopes,
Her dreams and fears;
Formed a special bond
That anchored them both to this earth.
Each waxed strong
On their own as together
They weathered the storms.
And, it stands there still,
Its quiet strength and beauty
Still visible there in the morning mist...
That lone tree in the meadow of childhood;
Whose old friend long ago moved on to other fields.
poem by Carolyn Brunelle
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Reaching the Destination
For every left turn made...
There is a right way to go about it.
Every right turn made,
Leaves something left behind.
Straight paths or roads without curves
May cause one in the driver's seat
To dose.
Even fall asleep.
If you're going to take the wheel
On your journey...
Be sure you are well prepared.
If you become unsure as to which way to turn,
Or who to turn to for advice,
Don't be afraid to make a mistake.
Very few can say their travels,
Have been without gliches!
In fact...
The best 'trips' have been those
With some surprises along the way,
To make reaching the destination...
And arriving with a new experience,
That much more enjoyable!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sailing
Maybe tomorrow with the wind on my side
I will sail across the ocean
To the island of white, the sea is pink
Only one star in sight
Thats where Ill be going
Because Im searching for the light
There goes my mind again
It just cant stop its wondering around
Cause it wants to know everything that is going on
Sailing across the ocean
Sailing across the sea of time
Could be Id find promotion
Maybe I can be what my teacher was to me
He was a man giving the truth to me
Let me see for myself whats going on
Maybe soon I will see the great horizon
The velvet sails of my ship in the night
Give away the colors of the faces delight
Land ho was the cry of the day
As I turned to face the captain
When I heard a voice say
There goes my mind again
It just cant stop this wondering around
Cause he wants to know everything thats going on
Sailing across the ocean
Sailing across the sea of time
Sailing across the ocean
Sailing across the sea of time
Sailing across the ocean
Sailing across the sea of time
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Fathom
Fathom the earth without sorrow
Would the heart of the traveler show gain
To not lessen from dirt that was fashioned
From the bowels of the earth without pain?
Surely the mantle of sorrow spoken of in lifes refrain
Must be formed by the paths that we travel
Our choices net us our gain
Strength of character boldly is a treasure worth seeking to find
All that life has to offer
Choose paths that seek honors' refrain.
(1996 Salt Lake City)
poem by James Smallwood
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Illusion-reality
Step into the shoes I've worn.
Feel where I have stepped.
Observe the places I have walked
and feel the tears I've wept.
For only then can another know
something they can't see.
The ups, the downs,
the good, the evil
and everything that makes us be
different in so many, many ways
but the same eventually.
'Cause all roads come together
no matter what shoes you've worn.
It makes not one bit of difference
your color or the place where you were born.
For like drops of the ocean that evaporate
then fall back down again,
we all will rise to the occasion
and finally comprehend
that everything that we've been through
is all just illusion.
This illusion seems so very real
that it causes great confusion
in the minds of all
who've walked different paths
in this life on earth.
We will all awaken and finally see
that the only thing that was ever worth
anything-is love.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Make new things to be great
Go where paths may lead.
Also go where there are no paths
To give others new paths.
The great men have done like that.
27.06.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My Childhood Garden
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
lush and green
it was so happy it made me scream
my joy and hopes
and all my mopes
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
with the ups and downs
when i jumped i could not touch the ground
with my purle ponys
it made it homey
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
flying high
with the little lies
the grass fine
up in the sky my kite
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
now in the past
i now know that it can never last
now as i get taller
it was differnt when i was smaller
my childhood garden
poem by Danielle Eager
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A Rondel For Olivia
She smiles at the mirror, eyes blue as the sky
Dreaming of Paris and faraway places
Of people she’ll meet, their stories, their faces
Wishing that time would quickly go by
She’s ready to soar, she’s ready to fly
Packed all her hopes in matching suitcases
She smiles at the mirror, eyes blue as the sky
Dreaming of Paris and faraway places
She wants to go far, she wants to fly high
Trying to catch those dreams that she chases
No time to tie her childhood shoelaces
Dancing, spinning, she turns with a sigh
She smiles at the mirror, eyes blue as the sky
poem by Annabel Cruz
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Water Wings
Water Wings
I am of the water, and my dreams foretell my home.
I have dreamt of the water, it is where my mind does roam.
Life manages our paths by the steps that we take,
I want my path to lead to the ocean, where the waves do break.
The water glistens in my soul, and runs through my veins,
And when I am one with the water, I carry the reigns.
Whether on or under or flying above,
The water is my passion, it is my true love.
I wake from the night, from my hopes and my dreams
I wake to find a world with all water themes.
Surrounded by love and caressed by the air
I see the lord has accepted my little dare.
My dreams have become life, and I have transformed.
I am now an angel of the sea, and water wings I have formed.
The ocean, the sea, the lakes and rivers blue
They give me my strength and my life they do fuel.
My water wings glide and are as smooth as ice,
They are gift from the heavens and they much more than suffice.
I sit here and I rest, on the shore of the land,
Knowing, the lord is my savior, and my biggest fan.
poem by Rik Bertrand
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Broken Old Ghost
He's an old man now
with fond memories of long gone fishing trips.
He sees France and Germany in his dreams
and recalls the sweet taste of a young frauleins lips.
He reminds himself daily, that once he lived
through the pains of the Great Depression as a kid.
He however tries to forget the big guns of Europe
that often nearly blew off his lid.
He thinks back
of the girl he used to know.
He wonders how she is
and why he ever let her go.
He was once young and strong
filled with fascination and great hopes.
He was taken away and used by the world
and now is merely a walking old ghost.
He walks with his old dog slow and gentle
they both like the feel of a cold northern wind.
He often sees dark and rumbling storm clouds in the distance
it reminds him of the SS, and makes him fear they are coming again.
He says a prayer in bed every night
hoping to pass in his sleep peacefully.
He fully expects one day to awake in Heaven
the only place where those anguished nightmares could never be.
He's an old man now
just an old ghost on his way home.
He's tired and weary
of treading this world all alone.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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