Red Wine Spill
Red wine spill
Her voice I waited for, amid the foliage shades,
now with the oncoming of her Spring, she fades;
She appeared once; a tear of my soul to dither,
then she lifted in cumulus, where winds blither;
Zephyr was traveling above, my lone assession,
My penitence she kissed along, and aspersion;
A red wine spill betimes, diluted days of rain,
diluted rain's wine spill, of tear drops to attain;
Winds blither - she appeared once; in my tear,
a laughing gust of the wind, my soul to shear;
And then her wraith shadow, guided my hopes,
To laugh again among the winds, and new scopes;
To laugh with me amidst the winds, she 'll come,
Life will reach an apogee, and heart will thrum;
To laugh with me amidst the raindrops, in clouds,
with a boat to float in winds from sails' shrouds;
_________
shrouds = (nautical) a line (rope or chain) that regulates
the angle at which a sail is set in relation to the wind.
_________
Copyright © - G. V.- 03.29.2012
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poem by Giorgio Veneto
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betimes distant isles.
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amid truths 'n' skies.
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a touch of tips quint,
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dew reigns bud tops,
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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,
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in airy corridors amid winds blither,
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ideally I felt to approach her,
maybe she lived in a pine tree,
intangible, splendid and fair..
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euphoriant we danced in air,
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star visions in a sky to stare.
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Santa Ana Winds
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She was born in a desert breeze
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From the desert to the silvery sea
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Santa ana winds keep blowin across my eyes
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Santa ana winds keep blowin across my eyes
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To bring life into humanity
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Whispering the wisdom and its purity
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Santa ana winds keep blowin across my eyes
Santa ana winds keep blowin across my eyes
Santa ana winds keep blowin across my eyes
Santa ana winds...
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My love inordinate in dusk to ascend.
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I Heard You Spelling My Name
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a message to the gods, dim, latent
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that sweetly penetrates my dream
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A Song Of A Spring-Time
TOO rash, sweet birds, spring is not spring;
Sharp winds are fell in east and north;
Late blossoms die for peeping forth; Rains numb, frost blights;
Days are unsunned, storms tear the nights;
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a sky was, 'n' distant stars;
the bitter wind and iron bars,
to keep us locked from love.
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as lone stars darkness define.
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Hung up on wind chimes
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Wind chimes
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Winds Of Seasons With Hands Of Hope
i hear the wind
by the wind sound
talking to the waves
with a wind sound
mounted upon the leaves
on the ground
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Clouds Shall Pass
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Cotton white and feathery
Dark clouds, winds gather,
Winds howl, winds sweep the sky
Sun shines, coloured rainbow bows
little rain spatters, clouds,
Clouds shall clear, the sun winks.
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Another Dawned Day
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Shines brightly but, still diluted
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Luxurious locks of brown
Frame a face with pinks lips
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To where the grass moves and sways
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Dandelion seeds float, traveling
Far and wide
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An entire eternity
It comes eventually
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Will winds come?
Sky was dark.
Holding thick bundles of rain inside
waiting for winds to
open bundles of rain,
take away heavy bundles
and free me to play with
white cool light clouds.
Sky was worried.
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from this dark bundles of rain
making me feel tired
making my knees paining?
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with tiring weakening bundles
of these dark clouds
in my hand?
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with colour changing to red
going for rest for night.
When will these winds come?
Am I destined to fall down
tired and exhausted
with ever increasing burden
of these dark clouds in my hand?
10, September,2008
poem by Thomas Viruvelil
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Dream - dream
Sorrowful seems this end of mourn;
maybe in tear woods cry - cries adorn,
a foolish end that merits near,
my tragicomical nostalgia to appear;
dream - dream my anguished stare,
amid sea waves and black rocks bare,
for you that didn't ask to be torn,
in sepia stills, modes of a brass horn.
Up in air, where winds are hurting,
potable loneliness, tears are flirting;
drink- drink my exorbitant pleasure,
and spill in clouds, tearful measure.
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Tryst With Winds
i stood still in the southwest balcony
savouring the washed landscape
after a brisk monsoon shower
for sometime when the heat
emnating from my body
made me restive
i thought it's the day's heat
that the rain threw up hitting
hard on my sensitive nerves
o, no!
the unsettling heat turned
me into a child playing
with fire in sheer boredom
after returning from school...
from nowhere winds
began to blow and
i was forced abandon the play
lest winds and fire conspire
whispering winds
sweeping winds
uplifting winds
i desperately tried holding
my body steady against
the teasing winds...
ha, it's then i knew
that i was in fact struggling
against the winds
of your passion and
the fire that burned me
was the fire of desire
that you kindled...
far beyond
i spotted a lone bird
circling in the sky
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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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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Turbine
The summer ends and the winter winds
Begin to holler all around the bend.
We will smile and sail away
This wont be no sadness day
When the winter winds greet the trees back there.
We can watch the turbine turning in the wind
Up on the ridge line, before the fog rolls in.
Falling leaves in the autumn air
People feeling good everywhere
When the winter winds greet the trees back there.
We can watch the turbine blowing in the wind
Up on the ridge line, before the fog rolls in.
We will smile and sail away.
This wont be no sadness day
When the winter winds greet the trees back there.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Out of all the masts [Dintre sute de catarge]
Out of all the masts that sail
Far away when the sea raves
How many will be destroyed
By the winds and by the waves?
Out of all the birds that fly
Over lands with their wings
How many will be wiped out
By the waves and by the winds?
If you chase away your luck
Your ideals and your aims
You'll be followed everywhere
By the winds and by the waves.
And your thought remains unknown
When you gently sing your hymns
But is carried all around
By the waves and by the winds.
poem by Mihai Eminescu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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