Swept Idea
Beatitude whelmed is visiting my esteem,
to coincide with my remorse, and dream,
and there, as my unguarded pride rings,
another solitude to invent on lost sea links.
A shudder from the northern blow travels,
an antidote to my soul's solitude unravels
kills silent worlds where my failures hide
pushes my suspicion of a dim hope aside.
On dark roads my enthalpy is a dull emitter,
a fly in skies of a sole try, my altimeter,
your memory recounts, my fervor of cauma,
a knock on my tearing wound and trauma..
And still.. Today's dream is one more code,
that laughs as only one visitor will approach,
a wind carries last year in his cold embrace
my one attempt will wipe off, a sand trace.
The wind cries; it passes my soul's burden,
a message dim never read, call of a maiden,
that invites stranded souls of lost wars,
to wait on Heaven roads where ether soars.
A swept idea of a smile and another of tear,
her ghostly upwardly turned hands and stare,
guide my senses and my route towards tides,
where I felt her to wait for me inside Hades.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Airy you were
Airy you were in my dream, I felt you;
you had a bluish ribbon to twine,
my souls' ocean drops in cold truth,
the stars above ironically to shine;
.......................
I beckon; winds wave in worlds lost;
my glance to fair trails in home field,
a chorus of lost Angels foremost,
singing a monody of my soul's grief.
So there she talks; from far beyond,
the heights of glassy domes, of stars,
wishing - coins thrown in a pond,
a fantasy dreamer I am, behind bars.
Oceanic vastness, memories voiced,
- teary depths prohibited, I sail to only
caliginous, danger links of moist
foam on lips as my Siren smiles lonely
from darker faraway to care softly,
so as to touch my lips, singing a note,
a poem for my lone death to ghostly,
of irreversible Hades links that float.
.......................
Our steadfast sails to horizons gray,
the years we passed will there shine,
your low voice in the wind will betray
my soul's Siren song to end my twine..
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Weight of the Wind
The wind carries much more than we see
It carries a lot of what makes you and me
The wind blows and carries lies
Around the world it carries cries
We don't hear nor see any of these things
We don't know or feel what the wind brings
The wind carries the wishes and dreams
The wind carries promises down streams
On it lays our secrets we hold inside
Also the love for others we try to hide
It carries so much oh how I wish to know
With all that weight how can the wind blow?
poem by Mathew Welch
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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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Sentry Box 5th Feast
Obtuse is my thought, an error of links,
a valor of my memory, property to demise,
shelter my cause and my candles' wicks,
this advent of an older dream is not wise..
I recall my equities of long lost causes,
as there is nothing to approach my star,
if only a prayer.. Anxiety to rule my losses,
a cold poem of apostasy, is company to far..
Words, whisper me a tale, she bends above,
a bed of roses white, like purity, dim wail,
she cries my longing stills, trauma of dove,
waits for tears to surmise, in worlds to fail.
It was your face in the wind, a Spring haze,
my dream, it was a dry land, relentless ail,
my eyes opened in a world, outside of blaze,
for five years I waited, and you, death-pale...
A soldier in a bullet's straight adoring waste,
To encounter on April morn, a nefarious mist,
a shot, a shot, my ears died, a Crimson taste,
I smile on my year 5th, of sentry box's feast.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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She's Saving Me
we were sitting round a dying fire
somebody lit incense
somebody lit a cigarette
and passed a bottle around
it was just strawberry season
backbreaking pickers in the patches
everythings burning down to ashes
and down to the ground
she's saving me
i don't even think she knows it
it's a strange way to show it as distant as
last nights dream unravels
she's saving me
i'm a very lost soul
i was born with a hole in my heart
the size of my land locked travels
i try to put it aside
but it's too much bigger than me
there's a big brown hawk in the tree
lighting and leaving
and there's tea leaves tossing
heads up pennies in my pocket
dead star like a rocket
the arc of my grieving
she's saving me
i don't even think she knows it
its a strange way to show it
as distant as last nights dream unravels
she's saving me
i'm a very lost soul
i was born with a hole in my heart
the size of my land locked travels
the sky pours out biblical rain
then days so still the beauty gives you pain
the heatwave kills the green
and she remains unseen
but colors up my dreams
with all things blooming
this is not all there is
it's not a kingdom
it's not an angry god
it feels like her
it feels like no fear
it feels like no doubt
it feels like inside out
the ashes stir
she's saving me
i don't even think she knows it
such a strange way to show it as distant as
last nights dream unravels
she's saving me
i'm a very lost soul
i was born with a hole in my heart
the size of my land locked travels
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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The Fly Back
I sent birds out
to look for your Soul;
they came back
with a message in their beck
which said 'I am lost.'
I sent my heart
with a note which said
'take this and it will guide your way home.'
My heart flew back
saying 'his soul could not
take me
he said he was unworthy;
my heart wept
and lay down to sleep.
I gave my Soul wings;
told it to find his;
a bird came back
saying
'your two souls are together now
but it is a long trail back
but they are coming home; '
I wait soulless now
in this waiting time;
my heart asleep
available to no one;
my spirit
gentle soars
knowing you
are on the road
coming back to me
where all of me
and all of you will
lie down,
pull the covers
over;
to dream
as we once did.
Do souls make
sound when they fly?
Ours will.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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In The Solitude Of Prayer
In the solitude of prayer
deep
Lost in moments in between weep
and sleep
In the solitude of prayer
Lonliness finds a rest
Survived another test
Brings out our best
In the solitude of prayer
With nobody there
Except those far away
Reminded of their distant care
In the solitude of prayer
You pray for their smile
For their personal trial
Silently, all the while
In the solitude of prayer
Dreams seem more near
More hope than fear
Thoughts of those past those dear
In the solitude of prayer
Pray for their souls kind
Whose memory is still in your mind
And in your heart
In the solitude of prayer
Pray for your dear friends
Whose heart's you defend
As your own heart they mend
In the solitude of prayer
As for God's wisdom
And his love
As all love comes from above
In the solitude of prayer
Find grace to forgive
And to truely give
And to live
In the solitude of prayer
Recall how to dream
Of warm embraces of affection
And of love returned in your direction
In the solitude of prayer
Pray with conviction
Pray for the impossible
Without fear or restriction
poem by James T. Adair
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A silent snowfall defines forever
Her dark eyes will glance your past,
embrace bitter years, deep in mist,
and will shine in solitude her kissed,
nightly face of your winter glassed.
Outside the snow will fall and cover,
as a white quilt her steps and trace,
a tear of the North wind to embrace,
a same yard of grass and red clover.
So well drawn was the dream's end,
now a silent snowfall defines forever,
two dark eyes are kin to a far of never,
while falling snowflakes hopes bend.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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My First Poem
I lost somewhere before u dream,
I lost somewhere before u dream.
D day u dream d day I lost,
D day u dream d day I lost
Its d day d dream come true
I lost in woods d fire beneath
Dreaming the eyes d dream come true,
D day u dream d day I lost,
I lost in world d world of souls,
No matter what u wear, what u eat,
It only matters what u did what u think,
I lost somewhere before u dream,
I lost somewhere before u dream.
D day u dream d day I lost,
Opens d heart in soul rest mind,
Opens d sky as a sapphire of life,
No more bondings,
No more relations,
No more feels,
No more heals,
No more limits,
No more hopes,
D day I become an independent being
Its d day d dream come true,
D day u dream d day I lost,
I lost somewhere before u dream,
I lost somewhere before u dream……
poem by Imnt Alive
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Clotho Twine
A request from far, my solid star is blinking
was it you, domain of cold, a dim self linking..
My face a still mask to reveal my lost death
gale benign, of you to entwine, my sole worth..
My truth adverts me, false enthroned wedding
and this incitement, vows more threading.
Loved destinies impending of abient, dim quell
and I am there, of you to share, my barren well
of blossoms longing, a drizzle promise, of you,
as to construct, embraced lace of Ocean Blue.
An aether open, unshown border, to misconceive,
of you to embrace, defeat to taste, loss to perceive.
I felt your fervor, expend to mourns, void of me
sit next to me, conceived you are mine, appointee
Yes, I missed you, Clotho to twine, a thread thin,
I felt a grace, as hands received me, a cadence fee..
Drawn on canvas, extend to stardust, a fir of tree,
and you to stare, a smile even, of twinges three,
one to adore me, one to be eternal, one of sundial,
that created my solitude, out of ether and denial.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Sky gathered stratus
Your eyes are holding the rain, shy to explain,
our shore of Spring waited, dreams invaded.
Soul expiated eluded, accepting death pain,
spiraling in void, extending, in a feast equated..
Then it was a past to glean oceans of margin,
our reasons stayed on windy, gray thresholds,
to become dreams, skies of solitude to wean,
a flow of tears in causes dear and cast molds..
I bestow honors up where heaven's borders,
expected me to shelter, world of a dim decry,
gray clouds and a fire of soul, and embers,
disdaining parallel lives, my ancestry to deny..
My hymn of sky gathered stratus, and cumuli,
a route to testify, to cry, in rain, my dark bride,
flying sole nimbus, my strophes, rules to apply,
a lonely cause, a solemn ebb of ocean tide.
Guarding, surmising, insights, to eliminate,
portray, invent, deify and cry in a cause of pride,
strive, trace dark horde dreams, to accentuate,
an opposition to Styx black, a light to guide.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Deep Blue
A solitude of ghostly spill, a dim dispersion,
forgotten sand in eternity's hourglass,
sailors distinguish this life as an obsession,
warriors so expendable, across surpass.
My obsequies in sea, a trinket of dispersion,
recall me lost in January, found in May,
my dreams convert my demise to affection,
and my epitaph became a crossed dismay.
Thud Thud, sounds in sleep, wind-sail-blasts,
She may be the ultimate mens beguile,
Impertinent of a deity, waves on masts,
With her ambrosian sovereign touch and smile..
Maybe I 'll fly with her above a lonely steppe
my solitude will dream of her, as I 'll hark,
word of a priestess form, Delphic corax step,
expended in Stygian terre oblong, as Hydras bark.
Oh, Mother of all my ailments, effusive in cold air..
You who had bestowed my analogy on earth,
and blue Naiads who solemnly, filled my stare,
deep blue I claimed you, in ocean's cold hearth..
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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One Last Dream Of....
one last dream of being on this universe,
one last dream of being under this horrible curse,
one last dream of loosing hope,
one last dream of being under the scope,
one last dream of self harm,
one last dream of hurting her arm,
one last dream of dying inside,
one last dream of wanting to hide,
one last dream of a hospital,
one last dream of a lost soul,
one last dream of thinking knowbody is there,
one last dream of living in fear,
one last dream of wanting to be dead,
one last dream of harmful thoughts in my head,
one last dream of giving up on myself,
one last dream of not wanting help..
poem by Corina Rose Guard
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Distant Memory
The fire ceased behind her cries of pain
The lamp of moon lit nights, caressed her soul
The heart she possessed beat rapidly behind her chest
Such a barren land, cold as the death that cursed her soul
The wind slow with anticipation
Once had been a dream, a memory
A warrior with such a tragic end
Now a mere blinding woman
Who sits with fear within her abdomen
What was yet a reality became a dream
A silent pursuit within her heart
Emotions killed her soul slowly without any warning
She'd become a killer
Cold blooded once before
But now twas all a
Distant Memory
poem by Amber Reeves
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Silver Chimes
Forsooth this was a sound of trump
arcane descending from dusk skies
irrelevant, apposite drum,
an oddity and strange surmise.
You came along inside the rain,
the solitude of winter's cold,
a rhythm of notes and same refrain,
a kind downpour of words untold.
Were you a memory of times,
affection to appear evince,
melodic rings of silver chimes,
four seasons of Vivaldi since.
The orchestra performed distinct,
you sole appeared and our eyes,
glanced to exalt a case extinct,
old violins played to reprise.
The stradivarius pitched rare notes,
my thoughts were drops inside the mists,
the pier was cold while tied up boats,
sea-cradled alone in distant feasts.
Your face descended and our laughs,
invoked in cold as this embrace,
became a tear while sea engulfed,
my walk and versicle rephrase.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Marianne Islands
Position attained, a transient absurd message,
our cargo vessel on his supercilious drainage
of our souls, decided to betray our, of thirty, crew,
so started sinking, stubbornly, in a black-blue hue.
It was his will, I think; I am a nautilus enlisted man,
we routed on Pacific, from Magellan's straights
following a hyperbolic route, reaching Marianne
islands, South of Japan, where deepest depths are,
of close 12000 meters, the sonar links, vertical.
In how long a damaged steadfast that shudders,
reaches the bottom of an outsmarted end logical,
of our new invited souls, due to an inert rudder?
Our cause is somewhere lost, a propagation
of a despaired instant, grievance's emission,
so, our prayers are directed towards a cold
of no remorse depth of darkened souls, mold.
Maybe if I travel above the cumuli, I 'll manage
to be a groom in an adorned, dreaming feast
or beguiled by a buffoon spirit's caused trauma,
as all misty horizons of our purposes' chasma.
I sent my prayer way up this fog's continuity
to maybe encounter a dim guardian star light
and there (maybe) will find your message trite,
an antidote to my nautilus cold grave ambiguity.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Lost Soul To An Angel....
I am a devil who
lost his soul to an angel
Pretty face with pretty eyes
Devil I am, all dark inside
Saw you once or maybe twice
Lost my ways and I cannot hide
whenever you look at me,
I lose my mind
I am a devil who
lost his soul to an angel
I am a rebel who
lost his cause to a lover
You saved me from myself
you promised me salvation
through your Love
I promise, I will not leave you to
someone else
Now I wait for your invite
to be on your side,
under bright light,
where you might,
take me inside,
inside your church of love
give me a another chance
(so) I can prove
that..
I am a devil who
lost his soul to an angel
I am a rebel who
lost his cause to a lover
I am a devil who
lost his soul to an angel
I am a devil who
lost his soul to an angel
poem by Khalid Hameed
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A Dreamer Offshoot
shape in a dream,
fantasize
by hope, viewed
in the mirror of reality
as it bounded to embrace the
vision of the future
dreamer you may call,
catches what it may fall, the
ground wants it to fall; something
that touches the tips to
form a great wisdom of
vision to wait
oh! losing grip,
the finger strength
force to peep, while the blood
pump the heart, the body looks
to flat, what makes then the wind
to passerby at the end;
hail each direction invites
free, where no walls stand to hold
the smooth face induce,
look the clouds cover to see the
sun, everybody claps in the rainbows
hand
blow cool wind
the sitting sun, wants
to dance in the lurking air, waited to
see the glory of the sand
poem by Antonio Liao
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Quarta Maria
Quarta Maria bears up round,
favored route before Gregale,
helm a-weather to surround,
concaving head and main sail.
Bearing west, for four days,
a-steady course at two-thirty,
she goes large on mile chase,
foremast curves full and sturdy.
Sails apt away closing to wind,
for not striking an opposing sea,
with square sail, routes winged,
Quarta Maria, Gregale nestle.
Ghost steersman upon rudder
a drunk crew upon dead water,
hoarse voices in dark shudder,
bearded fools in ocean, totter.
A ghostly route, for four days,
sails in solitude away forever,
comradely lost crew in craze,
able is the pilot in bad weather.
Gregale blows in gale frantic,
for four years, route to void,
adytum vastness this Atlantic,
drunk ghosts, on links to avoid.
For four centuries on link arcane,
aright working masts and ropes,
beholden to the Queen of Spain,
Quarta Maria's nautilus hope.
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Gregale = North East wind
two thirty = at 230 degrees -
sailing west and slightly south
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poem by Giorgio Veneto
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The Sand & The Sea
-artist: nat king cole
-peak billboard position # 23 in 1955
-words and music by hal hester and barry parker
If I find peace of mind in the sand and the sea
Theres a hope in my heart that youll soon be with me
Theres a prayer that I share with the sand and the sea
And it cries come to me, come to me.
As my eyes search the skies from the edge of the shore
You are here in my arms for a moment or more
Then a tear rushes down to the sand and the sea
And it cries come to me, come to me.
But as long as theres sand, as long as theres sea
As long as theres time Ill wait hopefully
As long as theres heaven up above
Let the sand and the sea bring my love to me
But as long as theres sand, as long as theres sea
As long as theres time Ill wait hopefully
As long as theres heaven up above
Let the sand and the sea bring my love to me
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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