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Red wine Of May

Red wine of May

I 've never seen your icon front-straight
some weeds on a deserted slate
I was looking for a Sunday...

My hands clenching the windows ledge
searching a crucifix sharp wedge
one sorrow of our May...

You turned in, a later feast, became
(of these nights only a claim)
a barren route to travel.

How many routes upon ocean ways
to travel along our fog's haze
to far away marginal isles?

I didn't meet you in those cold nights
you were in clay bricks and lights
my lonely soul's census.

Remember me the 10th of Septembers
cold first rains, my mind's embers
our lost way of Spring...

Was it an invitation of Maenads
or a trial upon dead errands
one of my remaining wounds?

My ash inside an ancient amphora
or we routed nice, in euphoria
traveling together in light...

Maybe you decided to serve me aptly
in a corner, bend to kiss me softly
sweet red wine of May?
.

poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Memories

(words & music by bill strange - scott davis)
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine
Quiet thought come floating down
And settle softly to the ground
Like golden autumn leaves around my feet
I touched them and they burst apart with sweet memories,
Sweet memories
Of holding hands and red bouquets
And twilight trimmed in purple haze
And laughing eyes and simple ways
And quiet nights and gentle days with you
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine,
Memories, memories, sweet memories

song performed by by Elvis Presley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Summer Nights

Girl it always seems about september
Thats the time, again I remember the lights
And all the fun of those summer nights
Young and innocent and livin fast
Didnt know enough to know
That a summer love cant last
Cant last
*(do you remember those)
Summer nights all night
Dancin in the light of love
(dancin in the light of love)
Summer nights so right
Couldnt last beyond september
Summer nights all night
Livin for your love,
Dreamin only of
You and summer nights*
I remember playin by the shoreline
Before the fall when we had it all at our fingertips
Buildin castles in the driftin sand
Raced the waves as they ran to the shore
But the tides were turned for ever more
And the things we planned
Were castles made of sand
( * repeat)
Oooh summer nights
We were diamonds in the rough in the moonlight
Oooh summer nights
Now Im out in the cold again
Back on my own again
(well I remember those)
Summer nights...

song performed by by Survivor
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Oh, how i'd like to travel

I lie awake each night
Staring at the ceiling
Following each crack
Finding new routes

Oh, how I’d like to travel
Somewhere new,
Somewhere old,
Somewhere where the people;
Sing merrily
Dance happily

Oh, how I’d like to travel
On a plane,
On a boat,
On something that will get me there;
Fast, like a soaring bird
Safely, like a locked room

Oh, how I’d like to travel
To see the sunset of a new horizon
To smell the sweet smells of newness
Like the delicious croissants;
Of France
Like the finest chocolates
Of Belgium
Like the mouth watering tomatoes
Of Spain
To taste each one would full
A delicacy unknown to my taste buds.

Oh, how I’d like to travel
Could be anywhere
It doesn’t have to be far
Because like every crack
It can be long route or,
It can be short route

poem by Jodi Right
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One Of These Nights

One of these nights
One of these crazy old nights
Were gonna find out
Pretty mama
What turns on your lights
The full moon is calling
The fever is high
And the wicked wind whispers
And moans
You got your demons
You got desires
Well, I got a few of my own
Oo, someone to be kind to in
Between the dark and the light
Oo, coming right behind you
Swear Im gonna find you
One of these nights
One of these dreams
One of these lost and lonely dreams
Were gonna find one
One that really screams
Ive been searching for the daughter
Of the devil himself
Ive been searching for an angel in white
Ive been waiting for a woman whos a little
Of both
And I can feel her but shes nowhere
In sight
Oo, loneliness will blind you
In between the wrong and the right
Oo, coming right behind you
Swear Im gonna find you
One of these nights
One of these nights
In between the dark and the light
Coming right behind you
Swear Im gonna find you
Get ya baby one of these nights
One of these nights
One of these nights
I can feel it
I can feel it
One of these nights
Coming right behind you
Swear Im gonna find you now
One of these nights..etc....

song performed by by Eagles
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Since You Are Gone

Since you are gone the stones lie differently along the ground
and words that are the same now have a different sound
-and-
sharp and clear in early dawn there is a road I cannot travel on

Since you are gone- since you are gone

Since you are gone the path seems steeper still
there seems to be more brambles on our hill
More birds that do not sing
more incests that do sting

Since you are gone- since you are gone

Since you are gone the stones lie differently along the ground
-and-
Words that are the same

Now have a different sound
-and-
Sharp and clear in early dawn

There is a road I cannot travel on

Since you are gone- since you are gone

Palling winds, blow softly now, I dread
foreboding echos lament beside my bed
How soon the embers glow is lost-
how soon the darkness comes and frost

And sharp and clear in early dawn there is a road I cannot travel on

Since you are gone-
Since you are gone

There is a road I cannot travel on

poem by Isabelle Cooper
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The Magic of the Breeze – 32 I used to travel by train

I used to travel by train
Previously too – The travel
At night, the distant lights
The stars in sky, hopeful dreams
The sound of thundering wheels
Singing a song to the rhythm
Of the beat of the heart of steel
The rush of the wind
Standing by the door
I used to think what means all this
The fury and sound, the very travel
The people I used to meet or travel with
No one has been able to erase the sadness
Or ease the pain I feel when traveling
I used to feel all alone by the door
And life speeding by towards the end.
I have enjoyed my travel too
In groups with friends now far apart
I remember days gone by never to come
But, however long the distance
I used to stand at least half the time.
With you I now sit and enjoy
It is no longer a pain
Before travel was business
Travel was necessary and unavoidable
It was an escape sometimes
Just the act of traveling – running away
But, I always had to come back
And face life alone, just alone.
Now, you have shown me
The other side of travel by train
The train is still the train
The people, crowd all are the same
But yet not the very same,
You and I, no one else I see
Time, with it all people, the crowd
Are frozen in time and none exists
Other than just the two of us
I myself am in a dream till the end
Drinking the air and feeling
The breeze and you fill each cell
I no longer think, I only wait
To feel the brush of your touch
And the kiss of the breeze!

poem by Angelina Pandian
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A Season of Wine and Roses

Remember when the wine was red,
and the rose was red, as well ~
and how the two were wed as one,
when the sunlight softly fell.

The pinkened kiss, the gentle blush,
beneath a soft, green canopy ~
and wine flowed there beside the rose,
'til sunlight set on autumn's eve.

And there within the autumn's breath,
came an orange and golden kiss ~
that found the wine and lovely rose,
beguiled by summer's bliss...

remembering when the wine was sweet,
and the rose was a budding bloom ~
and velvet was the reddened wine,
when the red rose danced in June.

Thinly brown, with winter's death,
the vine and thorn entwine ~
and wait impatiently for spring,
when, once more, a life they'll find.

And now upon the chilling wind,
there's a whisper that gently fell ~
'Remember when the wine was red,
and the rose was red, as well'...

poem by Hazelmarie Elliott
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The coldest of the cold?

A greedy person’s Cold ambition
Or could it be Cold windy nights
The pureness of Cold clear water
Or the alien aspect of Cold neon lights

The careless Cold shoulder
The unfeeling Cold heart
The curse of Cold nature
Cold hands held apart

Could it be Cold feet
Could it be cold fears
Could it be cold weather
Or icy cold ears

Even above cold blood…
Even above… being apart
My choice of all, above, Would be
the unfeeling…of a cold, cold heart

poem by David Whalen
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Visions Of Sorrow

In this hall of marbled walls in another
Dimension where time heeds no calls
It's neither day it's neither night, eternal
Twilight away from the light
Traveling through time and through space
Blinded by the grace
Shooting stars guide my way,
Cosmic tide cannot lead me astray.
Seen the signs so many times,
Stones turn to vapour and life declines.
A flash of light and all turns black,
Mountain falls and bursts with a crack.
travelling through time and through space
blinded by the grace
Visions of sorrow fill my eyes, always the
Same as i travel on through time.
Blackbrowed memories hides in the skies,
They travel inside me as
I watch another crime.
Visions of sorrow fill my eyes, always the
Same as i travel on through time.
Blackbrowed memories hides in the skies,
They travel inside me as
I watch another crime.
Shooting stars guide my way,
Cosmic tide cannot lead me astray.
In ancient tales forgotten by now,
Priests and kings pledged their vow.
So i send my curse to earth,
Forced to create a new rebirth
Traveling through time and through space
Blinded by the grace
Visions of sorrow fill my eyes, always the
Same as i travel on through time.
Blackbrowed memories hides in the skies,
They travel inside me as
I watch another crime.

song performed by by Zonata
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Blunt brumal thorn

Make of your pain
a musical hymn
And become
a nightingale
become
a tangerine
and a yellow rose
misty years will flash
your pain
will be a dance
your tear
a thorny rose
and I, a pomegranate
and a missed
pentagram note!

Let all your wounds
uncovered
I 'll send
branches of sage
My words
will be on stage
for soothing,
or routes of bliss
Do not cover
those wounds
or your internal red.

Bestow to gods
a red wine
libation
of only contempt
I extol this
bitter attempt
I extort
my days' peace
to be a blunt
brumal thorn
in a bouquet
of yellow roses
So we will dance
or be
sacrifices
to a lesser god.

Make of your pain
a harmony;
offer a dew
of morning mist
upon your wounds'
marginal brim
maintain of your face
a smile thin
as if pomegranates
tasted sweet
maybe this pain
in me became sharp!
and Sirens' call's
my smile's feast.

poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Do Not Be Too Close, I May Explode.

grill me
oh i do not mind,
i know what grilling is,
many years ago,

push me, pull me,
slam me, well, i do not mind
i know how it was to be
a door,

how it was to have a father
slamming everything that would have been good for all of us

ignore me, forget me, abandon me,
i am not worried at all,
i know what snores are in the middle of
those nights
i know how it can be spelled
even backwards if you want,

threaten me, ambush me,
as that lady once boasts,
we have all these for breakfasts

kill me, oh, it will just be once
and instant
not much feelings shall be spent
and wasted

befriend me, and be close to me
these are my real fears,

love me

i do not know anymore
what soft pillows are,
how warm blankets can be
how cold nights can be so lonely

how rains seem not to stop with a litany of
its monotonous drips
how cold can it be without you?

how does it feel to have a train leave
and i am at the station all alone by myself

how beautiful can spring be?
how fragile still are butterfly wings?
how sonorous can the church bell toll?
how can this kiss close my eyes again?

do not be too close, i may explode.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Je t aime beaucoup

the path between our eyes has somehow split.
tonight's kiss was the seal to the envelope.
i as the messenger must deliver..
on my quest to send this letter
where love told of endless fairy tales
the damsel in distress will one day return with your love notes as response

cold nights set aside for my travel.

our hands cross split between the cold...

as i wander through the streets i came to realize.
our fairy tale had no end.

it somehow closed the beginning

searching for a lifeless end.

poor messenger opens the envelope

soften pupils were set of to sea in an ocean of tears.

she noticed no stamp... she noticed no address

the notion of her heart seemed to have stopped as she sits on the cold cement floor

attempts to retrace her steps only to loose herself even more.

till this very day she sits tempting, thinking, remembering, regretting, her loss, her love, her life.

poem by Rocio Reyes
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It's the nights

It's the nights…
It's the nights
that are the loneliest

The days grow shorter
The nights grow longer
And Morpheus morphs into a tempest

In the dismal dark, I grow cold
The old feel
of comfort, lost

I've naively let
Life slip away
And at such a terrible cost

I used to be somebody…
A person
In my own right

Now I've become nobody,
Alone…especially in the
Dark of night

I've lost all the things
That I once loved
All things I thought were right

Now in my mind…at night…alone
I cannot find
A place to put my mind at rest

Tis the nights…I dread
In my lonely bed…Tis the nights
That are the loneliest

poem by David Whalen
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Love Was Like the Stars

I remember
when the wine
was sweet
and our laughter
something that
we took for granted.
I remember
when every dream
seemed within our reach,
nothing that we ventured
ended in defeat
and every flower
blossomed
that we planted.
I remember
cold mornings
that made each day show clear
and black crystal nights
with a thousand
fiery stars
so close
it seemed
they'd landed
in our hearts
and in our souls
burning hot
within our passions
and love was like the wine
and love was like the stars
and love was like the laughter
that we took for granted.

poem by TP Sage
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Sailing Nights

Words and music by bob seger
Like the wind that carried ahab
To a far, more distant shore,
To a shipwreck that was certain
Long before.
I can see theres no use sailing
Among ships Ive known before.
It will only bring me more,
And more and more
Lonely sailing nights, more,
Racing, dimming lights.
Lonely nights, and all too
Familiar sights.
Just as water seeks its level,
So I only seek to live;
Hoping somehow I can find
A way to give.
And the sea, it softly beckons,
Come and go where youve not been.
With the dawning of a new day,
Im gone, again.
Lonely sailing nights, ... gone,
Racing, dimming lights,
Lonely nights,
And all too
Familiar sights.

song performed by by Bob Seger
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A Journey

After traveling the universe,
I decided to travel my own earth,
Carrying in my luggage
Only my mind and heart...

In my way to Egypt,
I stopped in Jerusalem
Kneeling down and kissing
The Holy Land...

I kept going, landing on top of a pyramid
Finding myself praying to the Lord...
In minutes I was in Mecca,
Searching for the prophet Mohamed....

I saw the green pasture of Ireland
Trying to find Rachel Ann Butler
And give to her my love
Along with a red rose...

I went across to the United Kingdom
To meet Sir John Knight
Shake his hand and have a chat
And show to him my true friendship...

The trip seems endless,
So, I have no choice
But to keep on going to reach my goal,
Traveling the whole world...

After being impressed by the city's lights
Seeing from the top of the Eiffel Tower,
I flew to the Vatican City
Where I kissed the Holy Father's hand...

Lost in the crowd running away from the bulls,
I found myself tired in Barcelona...
I decided to get a physical and spiritual rest
In the God's Blessed land of India...

In my desperate need to see the world,
I flew to the Philippines
Having the honor to meet Lady Grace,
Whom I gave a kiss on her cheek...

Realizing I was still in New York,
Since I never really left,
Now, it is up to you
To tell me what happened, I am confused!

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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Silent Witness

The neon haze of city lights
The tribal sound of marching feet
Cuts through the gloom on cold dark nights
The tired and homeless roam the streets
The sirens wail the engines roar
A shadowed man just glances around
A victim of life's mindless toil
Lies cold and helpless on the ground
The window dummies silent stare
Bear witness on the nights
If they could move
What it would proved
To see them all take flight
The neon haze of city lights
The tribal sound of marching feet
Cuts through the gloom on cold dark nights
The tired and homeless roam the streets
The walls shout loud with angry words
The people air their views
The poor can scream but no-one hears
The concrete jungle sings the blues

song performed by by Ub40
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Souls

It all started here, she was a girl form the midwest
He was a stranger in a strange land
Same old story
He came for the glory
She came looking for a young mans hand
But they found bright lights
And endless nights
And men just used her innocent ways
He found it all so pretty, hypnotized by the city
They lost sight of the reason
They lost count of the days
And they were two souls searching for each other
One spirit looking for the other
Caught between a hard hard place and a rock
Two souls searching for heaven
Rolling the dice looking for a seven
To the tick, tick, ticking of time
Gotta beat the clock
Too many nights on the ledge
He acquired a knife-edge
Still the city didnt acquiesce to his demands
Some nights she cried for pity in the heart of the city
The city smacked her hands
He met her one endless night
Her eyes had a light
There was something familiar about the smell of her skin
He held her tighter and tighter
As he danced inside her
She knew from the moment that she let him in
Theyd been two souls searching for each other
One spirit looking for the other
Caught between a hard hard place and a rock
Two souls searching for heaven
Rolling the dice looking for a seven
To the tick, tick, ticking of time
Gotta beat the clock
Beat the clock
Beat the clock
Beat the clock
Two souls searching for each other
One spirit looking for the other
Caught between a hard hard place and a rock
Two souls searching for heaven
Rolling the dice looking for a seven
To the tick, tick, ticking of time
Gotta beat the clock

song performed by by Rick Springfield
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I Left My Life

I travel the void, not thinking about direction
all seems the same to me-

Cold, calm, deserted
all seems apart of me-
I travel the void, walking further away from the light
all seems to frighten me-

Pretenders, Hypocrites, Fakes
all seem to know me-
I stop to catch my breathe
air seems to not enter me-

I travel the void-deeper, darker
Distance isn't an option to me-
'Enter the darkness' reads the sign,
Doesn't seem to phase me-

Cold sweat drips, knees shake, breathe draws weak
Death is after me-
Yet I continue to walk the void
I do this for me-
System shutting down, lungs collapse, skin turns blue
I did this for me-

poem by Rebelious Jay
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Those winter sundays

a single's sunday
bachelor's sunday
lonely as the sun
bright, warm
yet cold as ever
echoes of deserted morn park
reverberated
in lonely hearts
winter's sunday
a bachelor's sunday
the lonely walk
between the skyscrapers
that hid the sun
making the day drowsier
more melancholy
the heart, slayed
bobs up and down
in an ocean of wish
too big for this little frame
the mind tries cheering itself up
with verses shuttled between
different corners of the world
the muse's only Sunday warmth
that cup of coffee in hand
and pen in hand
painting the world
in his own colours, fashion
in his attempt to rise
above the waves of Sunday's blue
mozart, bach, beethoven,
trail the bright Sunday rays
sending a wave of joy
in this self sustaining survival

inspired by:

Those Winter Sundays

Sundays too my father got up early
And put his clothes on in the blueback cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.

I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he'd call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,

Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love's austere and lonely offices?

Robert Hayden

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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