Sirens
Redemptive Sirens song and whisper
comely to stars' noctilucent mystery,
a sainted unspoiled nod to ascribe,
a mystery rightly to hold and imbibe.
Airy forms, on beatitude's pastures,
they walked; to paths where mortals,
once only go as the winds assuage
the dreamy fate of the Sirens' wage.
Still, with a becoming of dark stare,
sing above waves with a stygian care
to evaluate men unattackably virile,
unlovely wicked, with ill favored vile.
Beauteous, and even better looking
exquisite dames, are wickedly stalking
nautilus lives with songs entranced,
ardent and deadly, in dreams glanced.
Beamy and brilliant beckon forbidding,
talk to men souls, defenses abrading,
insatiable thirst of crimson, avarice,
in Hades flower beds, Dante's Beatrice.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Sirens
When the sirens sing again...
He is sitting on a hill
A vapid night is crawling through the vale
The trees are fangs of transiency
The demons forge hammers and nails
When the sirens sing again...
He will travel all the ways
That lead to the unknown lands
Time has distorted his view
An amen in his due
When the sirens sing again...
Diamond/1989
song performed by by Alphaville
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Sonnet LXXXVII: Death's Songsters
When first that horse, within whose populous womb
The birth was death, o'ershadowed Troy with fate,
Her elders, dubious of its Grecian freight,
Brought Helen there to sing the songs of home;
She whispered, “Friends, I am alone; come, come!”
Then, crouched within, Ulysses waxed afraid,
And on his comrades' quivering mouths he laid
His hands, and held them till the voice was dumb.
The same was he who, lashed to his own mast,
There where the sea-flowers screen the charnel-caves,
Beside the sirens' singing island pass'd,
Till sweetness failed along the inveterate waves. . . .
Say, soul,—are songs of Death no heaven to thee,
Nor shames her lip the cheek of Victory?
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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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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Longfellow
The winds have talked with him confidingly;
The trees have whispered to him; and the night
Hath held him gently as a mother might,
And taught him all sad tones of melody:
The mountains have bowed to him; and the sea,
In clamorous waves, and murmurs exquisite,
Hath told him all her sorrow and delight--
Her legends fair-- her darkest mystery.
His verse blooms like a flower, night and day;
Bees cluster round his rhymes; and twitterings
Of lark and swallow, in an endless May,
Are mingling with the tender songs he sings--.
Nor shall he cease to sing-- in every lay
Of Nature's voice he sings-- and will alway.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Mystery, Fate And Love
All my life I'm waiting for you
Mystery, fate and love...
To pray for you, but you, MERAHEF...
Far away... NE'ELAM
Oh, mystery, fate and love
Mystery, fate and love...
My Lord, my Lord, give me a chance,
Give me a hand to hold on to,
Give me a chance, give me a hand
To hold on to...
Oh, mystery, fate and love.
All alone, all alone
BE'EMUNA UBIT'FILAM TEFILAH HO
But you MERAHEF, far away NE'ELAM
Oh, mystery, fate and love
Mystery, fate and love...
My Lord, my Lord, give me a chance,
Give me a hand to hold on to,
Give me a chance, give me a hand
To hold on to...
Oh, mystery, fate and love.
ASHAYAH... SHAYAH... AYAH
song performed by by Ofra Haza
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Hari-krishna Stomp Wagon
I got this can of gasoline, you know what i mean
I got it just for burnin' and it keeps the sirens turnin'
Turning down existence it seems to burn all by itself
I wish that something would happen just so i'd get a reaction
From all these bucks i'm earnin', it keeps the sirens turnin'
Turnin' down existence it seems to burn all by itself
And we don't care
So i just keep on smiling while all the bad compiling
My teeth are white and burning, it keeps the sirens turnin'
song performed by by Flaming Lips
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The Burning Flower
You never know a flower,
A flower you know is alive,
Somewhere hidden in a huge land,
A song still unsung,
You know that flower for sure,
Still you never care about,
A flower for that reason is gonna burn,
Before you say a careless-whisper,
And before you ever look upon it,
Its gonna burn more and more,
And may burn until that moment,
When its leaves shreaded off,
A final place to rest for it,
And i wonder everyday,
Ever dreams come true?
And nobody knows where the flower is,
You need to find it somehow,
And you need to say a care-less whisper,
For never the reason a null aspect,
For a special care you wanna give,
And i am the song still unsung,
And now i am singing some phrases for you,
And that flower is waiting,
Waiting espiacially for you,
Though you never know,
Before anything else,
That flower will burn off forever,
And never to come in your sight anymore,
Lovely saying this may be,
A flower lives for some reason,
And though its already cut away,
Put into something we hold in our hands,
Still it lives on,
Cries it is you don't know,
Because it is so lonely,
Never and ever he wants to die,
Still he must die,
To balance the energies of god,
That is something a life pal,
And my friend this is life,
Where there are limitless flowers,
Waiting to be gone forever,
To be fading into the place,
There they do not belong i tell yaa,
Living on others you are,
And never to find a flower for real,
Until it vanishes off by burning bright...
True isen't it dear?
Love is now you know,
Burning day after day,
And burning everyday,
Nobody loves it like you do,
I know and he knows too...
Tushar ;)
poem by Tushar Arora
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Souls of Sweetness, Souls of Sour.
All that is, forever was, forever it will be
It takes only the eyes of a child to unravel the mystery.
You’re over thinking everything
You’re sinking in the songs you sing.
You should be dancing.
Slashing in the inhibitions of the past.
Making ghosts of the demons to which once you were host.
I have found upon my journey
Souls of sweetness, souls of sour.
With each I’ve spent an hour
Learning from myself.
Tell me; tell me of the dreams that rest your heart at ease.
Listen; listen to the whisper of the trees.
Does it please you?
Can you hear the secret teasing you?
poem by David Lacey
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The mast hangs fore
The mast hangs fore, so we bear with the land,
searching a birth; I check at the the binnacle,
and boards her up; Ease the helm, bear up-cond,
Pervasive Euclidean theorems, and the pentacle.
Voices echo from the land, in acerbic acrimony,
Angels' hymns soothing sound to slowly sharpen
biting vibes in the gusts consented disharmony,
respectfully strike the Flag, Hail to mishappen.
Accented voices, still so pleasant, effectual;
Comely draw in foggy forms, eerie on distance,
invulnerable were we, to bewitched end unequal;
threatening darkness favored fog's outdistance;
Airy she fares, inside the gust, devilish wind,
to eliminate my vacancy, so I fear, to be alive,
maybe she will vanish, aphotic dame in dark lint,
in roads adept, without her dusky aura connive!
Askance 's the wind, to attenuate, blows of Omen,
trivially amid the masts, he whistles a trifle,
upon the thwart standing aloft, indebted Yeoman,
of her virtuous glance, bedizened, airy skiffle.
She smiles deplorably in clouds immoral, dreadful,
redemptive just to kiss my lips, nifty, angelic,
aerial of nothingness to enliven but so hurtful,
in darkish scents, me to abnegate in Hades relic.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Uncharted Seas
the storm rages...
the sky dark and angry.
tossed by the waves,
water and salt in my face...
no sign of moon or stars.
following, following,
the song of the sirens...
i've let go of the rudder!
i reach over to
touch your face...
this ship sailing
on uncharted seas.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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How Do I Know Thee 07
How does thou know me
How should I compare thee
Does thou remindest me of the sea
Do I compare thee with winter or spring
Should I sing thee a song of land and light
Nay, I shall contrive a sonnet of sky
The masses of stars and feathering clouds
The cleansing of rain and ferocity of thunder
Thy heart is vast, like no other
Thine eyes drink me as thy presence
Thy voice whispers like sirens
Calling mine eye to a mass of mystery
And mine soul to tenderness
Curious that the more I know
The more I need
How does thou know me
How do I know thee
poem by Kira Bloom
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Oh, mia bellissima
Men dream of dames' angelic perfection
brusquely are inspired by divine strophes
because females are conferring affection
to those who survived war catastrophes.
Gallant warriors expect dames' embraces
and when noblest ladies bestow honors
a whipped cream cappuccino leaves traces,
on their beards and darkened colors.. (lol)
Oh, mia bellissima, soldati sing to the gals,
donne will throw roses amore to comprise,
while uomini cantano from Venetian canals
atop gondolas, alzare their baritone highs.
Enigmatic eyes stare erotically from blinds
as the bearded gondollieri amount on arias
the well-favored dames involuntarily grind,
as flower petals unfold, pensieri di dahlias.
Light diminishes, as passion esteems dusk;
lint-laced contesse aspettano to be favored
and gentiluomini soldati perfumed with musk
sing to signiorinas who wish to be flavored.
© 2012, All rights reseved
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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The Siren's Cry
Thy silent maiden floats at sea,
Long golden hair flowing around her bod,
Nothing in her mind but a tale of love and woe,
As her tears fall to be lost in the sea,
Never to be seen again, but by those who whisper to she,
Whisper of a light so bright, that you cannot see the world,
The world that engulfs thy in horror of unreal wonders,
As water laps at thy feet, reaching, reaching for thy soul,
Crying the sirens cry to lure thee to her breast,
Her breast where thy silent maiden lay awaiting her lover’s hand,
Waiting for her tears to be dried with thy finger of love,
And still thy stand overcome by thy light of selfishness and want,
And still thy silent maiden lies out at sea,
Silver tears flowing from her closed eyes,
Arms out brushing backs of dolphins and whales,
Hair dancing in the waves,
As she sings her sirens song, pushing, pushing the water,
The waster that laps at thy feet, reaching, reaching for thy soul,
Water made of the sirens cry,
Luring thy to her breast, where thy silent maiden lay awaiting,
Awaiting her lovers hand to wipe away her tears,
And like so many before that have given their heart to her,
And that have become the foam that lines the sea,
Like those before,
Thou shall fall to the sirens cry.
By: Bethany Maxwell
September 18,2009
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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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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Listen To The Sirens
Flow my tears the new police song
The slogan of peace is you must live
Theyve got me and Im one of them
Cancel: silence they screamed for days
Weve been here before, we wont stay
They can die, they can just turn off
Some vehicle moves in circles
Some people need the heroes
But I dont mind
I dont mind
Please listen to the sirens
We dont wish to be your friends
Please listen to the sirens
We wont ever call again
Mister webb there is no way out
Love this room, please dont fight your walls
Can you see Im wasting your time
A streetcars rusting unseen
Music halls empty like me
But I dont care
I dont care
Please listen to the sirens
We dont wish to be your friends
Please listen to the sirens
We wont ever call again
If I could stay here for now
With someone just a bit like you
Oh, no
Maybe I would dream again
Of someone just a bit like you
Spose so
Station boys keep their hands on steel
Tubeway days now seem quite unreal
Its always so close but never quite arrives
My visions like an old film, shaky
Theres nothing through my window, okay
No photo by my bedside, black/white
No image in my mirror, bye bye
song performed by by Gary Numan
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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 /
© 29662573
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Siren
It were the sirens
who had the hero in thrall
Sirens are now sounded
to keep the heroes pent up in their
600 square feet flats
Hah Ha
There they ponder over their tv sets
set their attention on the shaver
and the after shave lotion
And soon the after siren city
becomes agog with heroic activities
tramcars tinkling buses jingling
bars noisling
crowd whiggling
No one can hear the thunder voices
of the sly politicians
mailed with nuclear weapons
Hah Ha
We are the heroes
who pour beer in each others mug
half in love with easeful death
when sirens sing
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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Sirens
I hear them again.
The sirens are on their way.
In come the police.
Along with the paramedics.
Off to hospital I have to go.
They can't leave me.
Not now they've been told.
My suicide can't go on.
Becuase the sirens are screaming.
Here are the police.
Who I hate with all my might.
Saving my life.
They don't care about my strife.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Mystery Train
There are days
When she's a whisper
Nights when she's a scream
A reason to wake up in the morning
To close your eyes and dream
She'll curse you like a sailor
She'll wound you with her eyes
She always makes it better
But she won't apologize
I know everything about her
But don't know her at all
Chorus:
She's a ride on a mystery train
To a place you've never been before
Better hold on tight to that mystery train
You're not in Kansas anymore
She's a ride mystery train
She cries because she's happy
She sings songs when she's mad
Like a stiff drink when you need it
She's good at being bad
And long before you knew her
You knew she was the one
Chorus
Solo
I know everything about her
But I don't know her at all
Chorus
song performed by by Bon Jovi from Crush
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The Mystery Of The Mystery
There are so many things that I dont understand
And I search my mind to try to find an answer
But the more I search the less I seem to find out why
Like where where the wind goes, how does life begin
What happens when we die
The mystery of the mystery must stay unknown
Only God can know and man must not see
Great minds have tried but they will not find
The answer to the mystery of the mystery
Man will seek the mystic rails of the mystery
But their silent halls reveal not a sound
Many men will give their lives just to try to find
The answer to a mystery in their mind
The mystery of the mystery must stay unknown
Only God can know and man must not see
Great minds have tried but they will not find
The answer to the mystery of the mystery
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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