Surmised Garden
How true and astounding was your soft laugh,
how smooth and flawlessly you beckoned,
but it was an edge of sword above our luck,
and it was a riddance, a death toll, that echoed.
Surmised garden ideally, shed rose blossoms,
so we attended all of this, a memory of glow,
because my feelings reached for your emotions,
and cried as my steepers in, allowed of the flow.
Frontal of heart, a crucifix, became a blunt cry,
of those stingers that once convinced us to abide,
in a sweet eternity, in stable skies and strive,
and it was a promise of a Nyx, our unguarded pride.
Bouquet of myrtle, you offered me, a rain's drops
a close exploded lightning became our symbol,
for ever after we molded words, our souls force,
and it was your dominion the clouds of your idol.
Dominion of altitudes in an immense of heights,
where we emit eternally, outside of any horde,
to love the alliteration of worlds never surmised,
and it was your smiling my soul's alone world.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Ghostly Floss
Ghostly Floss
Your form, an evenness of attention
a cause of synchronized emotions
to travel routes of eternal blossoms
to accompany my souls extension.
No solar tide in my ocean travels
red roses blossom in surmised garden
with her glance Atropos unravels
solitude rules in my carried burden.
Ghostly floss, relentless rain mortised
joint symmetry, worlds of grievance
Ghostly floss, where monodies abide
feeling of persecution's distance.
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poem by Giorgio Veneto
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And Death Shall Have No Dominion
And death shall have no dominion.
Dead man naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.
And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.
And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.
poem by Dylan Thomas
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Dominion Day
In my darkness
I hear jesus crying.
In my darkness
I see children savage and blind.
In my darkness
I see dead men kneel before the cross.
In my darkness
I hear the voice of evil.
Disciples, dark angels,
This is dominion day
My demons, come to me
This is dominion day
In his darkness
I can feel the storm come.
In his darkness
Holy water burns my soul.
In his darkness
A grave waits for you at heavens gate.
In his darkness
I hear screams that hide the voice of god.
Come children of eden
Pray to me on dominion day.
Pray for your salvation,
Sanctuary on dominion day
My soul, save me.
In his mercy,
He will bring the disease.
In his mercy
He will burn the oceans.
In his mercy
He will tear the sky down.
In his mercy
He will make pain eternal.
Your nightmare is breathing
This is dominion day.
Welcome to your saviour
This is dominion day.
This is my new kingdom.
This is dominion day.
Creation bleeds for me.
This is dominion day.
song performed by by Gary Numan
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I Heard You Spelling My Name
I oddly heard you spelling my name
I answered in the winter winds
the winds blamed my voice still -
your words, a gray cumulus became.
A thunder roar, a storm advent
a message to the gods, dim, latent
my souls depict a thunder's wrath
as I expiate in rain drops thrust.
Not an allusion of a Zeus lightning
all there is real, a force blinding
Athermanous, wet flesh enthralled
and rain-scattered feelings exposed.
I love those drops that kiss my face,
in my esteem, a diamonds edge to trace,
accepts the kindness of this storm,
and this adoration becomes a thorn.
that sweetly penetrates my dream
that attentively out traces my smile
that lovingly stings my eyes gleam
and my words for you compile.
I heard you spelling my name; 't was
a dithering in the winds to abide
the winds became then my voice's loss,
my life, a cumulus became and died.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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The Death-Day Of Korner
A song for the death-day of the brave
A song of pride!
The youth went down to a hero's grave,
With the sword, his bride.
He went, with his noble heart unworn,
And pure, and high;
An eagle stooping from clouds of morn,
Only to die!
He went with the lyre, whose lofty tone
Beneath his hand
Had thrill'd to the name of his God alone,
And his Father-land.
And with all his glorious feelings yet
In their first glow,
Like a southern stream that no frost hath met
To chain its flow.
A song for the death-day of the brave
A song of pride!
For him that went to a hero's grave,
With the sword, his bride.
He hath left a voice in his trumpet-lays
To turn the flight,
And a guiding spirit for after days,
Like a watch-fire's light.
And a grief in his father's soul to rest,
Midst all high thought;
And a memory unto his mother's breast,
With healing fraught.
And a name and fame above the blight
Of earthly breath,
Beautiful beautiful and bright,
In life and death!
A song for the death-day of the brave
A song of pride!
For him that went to a hero's grave,
With the sword, his bride!
poem by Felicia Dorothea Hemans
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Night Close
Under night close
Death rose to greet me.
I turned; looked back,
Though nothing beckoned -
No one cried or mourned.
Scorned by all
- My fellow race -
I shed the byes to empty space, then
Gazed upon the stony face
Of Death anon, and
So chose our treaty.
Line of Death
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Brightest Tomorrow
Upon the face of smooth granite words
Worlds apart yet so very close
We are parallel souls in a ghost world
Every emotion an eternal rose
Capture your salient smile of gold
Your journey without wealth
We must stand tall and bold
Beneath the soil of strange stealth
Today my soul feels that true joy
Resurrection like spring blossoms
Only love travels too vibrant joy
Isn’t the universe and time awesome?
You are with God forever and ever
This moral time has no true honor
We must go thru all kinds of weather
We all shall see the true Father
Necromancy the blight of fervent doubt
Serenade the dusky forlorn castle
Cadence of shadows amidst the shrouds
Cling to the priestly robes and tassels
No answers will resound from the cold
Seek the living in the hands of light
Rise like mountains that never grow old
Leave all vestures of the sullen night
Time means time to show our praise
We are not of time for very long
Inside the soul we know eternity waits
Do you sing a new and joyful song?
What is that sweet gleam in your eye?
Time to let go of all vines of sorrow
Dust too dust but the soul shall rise
I shall live knowing who holds tomorrow
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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A Rose Intoxication!
Queen of flowers rose is always a fascination!
Rose is symbol of passionate love cheers mood!
Rose lady gives great pride to be with anywhere!
Special respect to rose never changes anywhere;
Red rose, pink rose and even blue rose are there
Occupying a pride of place none can have ever!
Bouquet of rose flowers elates anyone to dizziness!
A special gift indeed rose flowers makes to all!
A single rose is enough to make one grand to look
Instead of a big cluster of flowers of jasmine or lily!
Scent of rose remains fresh in mind wherever one is;
Such a unique flower rose how can anyone ignore
Whether it is in the garden or lies on a wayward side!
Now after seeing rose and read on rose I am intoxicated..!
poem by Ramesh T A
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A Perfect Rose
A Perfect Rose
So deep and pure, the one I chose
From this earthly garden. a perfect rose,
Fragile, yet it only bends,
In times of rain are days of winds.
Close to my heart, this rose I hold,
Its' beauty to me like solid gold,
A perfect rose that means so much,
That I am thrilled by a single touch.
A perfect rose it has been said,
Is the symbol of love, a long stem red,
No others can or will compete
For my perfect rose so soft and sweet.
My love for the rose, a beauty still,
Has not faded and never will,
This rose I hold, the one I chose,
My loving wife, a perfect rose.
Richard Netherland Cook
poem by Richard Netherland Cook
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But he didn't love (Russian romance)
He said be mine dear, be mine forever
And I will live with burning desire.
Charming his smile was, bliss in the glances
And all that promised Garden of Eden.
Sweet words deceptive
My heart was broken
Sweet words deceptive
My heart was broken
But it was not love
He didn't love me,
No, he didn't love me.
He said I lighted his gloomy soul,
His gloomy soul with blazing star.
He said I gave him
Gave him some hopes
Filling his heart with
Sweet dreams and wishes.
First he was smiling
Then he shed tears
First he was smiling
Then he shed tears
But it was not love
He didn't love me.
No, he didn't love me.
He promised dreamland, he promised passion
Happiness, fortune, blue stars to my heart.
He swore so tender make life delightful
With love forever in seventh heaven.
Sweet words deceptive, my heart was broken,
Sweet words deceptive, my heart was broken.
But it was not love,
He didn't love me.
No, he didn't love me.
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Thou Garden Art
THOU GARDEN ART
Thou garden art without the gate
whose roses, lilies, shared with all
grow close together, early, late,
enchant the senses when I call.
An open book for thee I'll be
so we may share eternity.
Thou garden art, whose colours flow
as if by magic through true heart,
intense the thrill, spell's dizzy glow.
Slight matter seems the miles apart -
'togetherness' gives meaning true
to skies which shine forever blue.
Thou garden art, whose soft scent spread
sweet essence - 'Myrrh - I am'' transported! -
No artery in vain the head
solicits though though the way we've courted
unusual is to say the least,
whets appetite yet fills with feast.
Thou garden art whose artless fields
grow greener daily, stimulate,
so soft, so feminine, - who yields
to whom one wonders, contemplate
as tendrils touch behind the scenes,
old walls fall into smithereens.
One page leaves insufficient space
to trace the wonder two could feel
yet more seems treason, out of place
when in due season karmic wheel
will spin the way to win true peace,
discover tenderness, release.
11th January 2007
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Poem © Jonathan Robin Thou Garden Art
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Rain Rain Rain
Rain Rain Rain,
Up above from the skies
Youu come,
As drops of joy
As drops of sorrow
As a shower of blessing from the heavens.
Rain Rain Rain,
Pitter patter pitter patter
on the window panes,
thunder and lightning fill up the skies
creating an orchestral symphony.
Rain Rain Rain,
With wind, sun and clouds,
seven colors you bring together
and joy in our hearts.
Rain Rain Rain
A miracle to a drought
A curse when in glut,
tiny silver crystals trickles from up above.
poem by Anoop Lokkur
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Desert Rose
Words and music by sting
I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
I dream of fire
Those dreams that tie two hearts that will never die
And near the flames
The shadows play in the shape of the mans desire
This desert rose
Whose shadow bears the secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this
And now she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothings as it seems
I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
The rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of love
I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
Sweet desert rose
Whose shadow bears the secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this
Sweet desert rose
This memory of hidden hearts and souls
This desert flower
This rare perfurme is the sweet intoxication of love
song performed by by Sting
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Well Favored
On route I am to her fair eternity
expecting to see an isle to emerge,
Nymphs will bestow benign affinity,
and enamored Sirens will submerge.
In skies will fly fiddling swallows,
melodious laughter will fascinate
immaculate souls there to follow,
playful winds to dance and ornate.
Shimmering clouds white and such,
fast will travel to sway above me,
there I 'll recall one that so much
under same clouds cared to love me;
Well-favored, blissful and so kind,
aesthetic scenes, around invite me,
to fly in winds, with soul and mind,
dedicated nice to worlds inside me.
Two resplendent streams will flow,
from her innocent, expectant eyes,
oh, so wondering her glance will glow,
to enter a space in my soul that dies.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Death shall have no dominion
Death shall have no dominion
even if demons do their thing
faith will buckler it,
shielding each penetrating blow.
Death shall have no dominion
when the almighty Lord comes,
then love will conquer all
and the chains gripping the body
and the soul will lie in pieces
and fall on the earth and sea.
United people will be
with loved ones even from
far ages past,
will dwell in sincerity
with their creator, Father and friend
and the spell will forever be broken
when life is set to what it was
and what it will be.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Robin Kuan: Was It Love that Grew You Rose?
Was it love that grew you, Rose?
Not harboured on the Cliffside by the sea
Red petals beaten by the salt and wind
And litter tossed beneath you carelessly
How delicate the fragrance of your flowers
So ravaged near the careless salty tide
No love has made you, Rose
And Yet your presence whispers, I abide
Was it hope that grew you, Rose?
Did a gardener come and visit you each day?
Was it one or five or three leaves ‘neath the bloom?
To make such flowers to take my breath away
No care has come to you by any hand
I see no shears or powders by your side
No hope has made you, Rose
And yet your presence whispers, I abide
Was it faith that grew you Rose
As winter burned your leaves to memory
And left your little branches cold and bare
Sweet flower on the Cliffside by the sea
How barren are your branches in the snow
Your vibrant flowers are frosted and denied
No faith has made you Rose
And Yet your presence whispers, I abide
Was it peace that grew you Rose
You heard “he loves me not, In singsong way”
Your petals scattered on the ground below
Confetti on the earth for children’s play
Your blooms will never be a bouquet held
For hybrid roses please the city bride
No peace has grown you Rose
And yet, your presence whispers, I abide
ii The epiphany
It was life that grew you Rose
Not faith or hope or love or peace, it’s true
As you braved the barren snows
It was life, that nestled deep inside of you
A force defying logics of the mind
More passion than all human love confides
It was life that made you Rose
I hear your presence whisper, I abide
In the place beyond us all
I visited with you by the morphic sea
You survived the winter snows
As sweet roses past revived your memory
And in simple heart I know
As I memorize these lines before repose
No wise man can realize
How profound you are my precious cliffside rose
(By My Dear Robin Kuan who is my friend)
poem by Laijon Liu
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Like memory
Love me like a memory
Never let me go
Hold me close forever
Let those feelings flow
Don’t look back at yesterday
You will only find the past
Love me in the here and now
We will truly make it last
Love me like a memory
I will love you from the heart
A love that’s ever lasting
Existing from the start
Love me like each heartfelt smile
That you will send my way
Love me more tomorrow
Precious moments in our day
Love me like a memory
Never with regret
The world looks bright and cheery
This heart will not forget
I promise that I will love you
Every moment of each day
A memory ongoing
It will not fade away
Love me like a heartbeat
A pulse that never ends
Arms wrapped around each other
Where we started out as friends
Love me like a memory
Our future appears so bright
I will love you every moment
Every day and every night
poem by William Lindenmuth
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Love
Love is the sunlight of the soul,
That, shining on the silken-tressèd head
Of her we love, around it seems to shed
A golden angel-aureole.
And all her ways seem sweeter ways
Than those of other women in that light:
She has no portion with the pallid night,
But is a part of all fair days.
Joy goes where she goes, and good dreams—
Her smile is tender as an old romance
Of Love that dies not, and her soft eye’s glance
Like sunshine set to music seems.
Queen of our fate is she, but crowned
With purple hearts-ease for her womanhood.
There is no place so poor where she has stood
But evermore is holy ground.
An angel from the heaven above
Would not be fair to us as she is fair:
She holds us in a mesh of silken hair,
This one sweet woman whom we love.
We pray thee, Love, our souls to steep
In dreams wherein thy myrtle flowereth;
So when the rose leaves shiver, feeling Death
Pass by, we may remain asleep:
Asleep, with poppies in our hands,
From all the world and all its cares apart—
Cheek close to cheek, heart beating against heart,
While through Life’s sandglass run the sands
poem by Victor James Daley
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To have dominion by religion, is to have dominion over men's souls, thus over their very spiritual life, and to use the Divine things, which are in their religion, as the means.
quote by Emanuel Swedenborg
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O, Ever Love Ends!
And now I've got the facts
While inside me is broken the longing to smile of your face
Never I've imagined for love ill pay all these fees
While I used to know that love frees
Took away my soul peace
Love stories are there alone lost their trace
While the treason attempted lovers souls they lost love grace
Because love emotions never used to be about greed or interests race
Love stories inside me like me alone horrible like a darkest silence flees
But you never have had the brave heart once to confess
My pride denies to ask one more phrase
May my tears are entertaining your soul they won't be cried one more time else
It have been centuries couldn't find to my questions a guess
While I'm tired of reaching for realities let them stood a guess
You'll never get the facts
That love never depends on a love phrase
They always used to be new born feelings who made my soul amaze
My heart always gratefully with your words peaceful to skies raise
And when you'll understand the facts
Never those who walk away on their walk existence of love depends
Or, ever love ends!
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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