Thyrses
Guess you 'll ask me by the side
of that road we passed together,
where promises denied to tether,
my floating message on the tide.
So there, I shall recount I am not,
the one you knew amid the drifts,
as our blue dreams flied in griefs,
as a small solitude was our knot.
Vineyards had grown kin to rails,
arcanum train, distanced to fade,
a northern wind like cutting blade,
was a companion on aright trails.
There you cared to invite a song,
that flied along years to ascribe,
a feast of man agon and describe,
how his aureate sounded wrong.
Denoted flight in school verses,
wild dreams were not a burden,
a lone smile threshold to heaven,
fields of embraces and thyrses.
You flied to spaces, winds stray,
eager to sing one more laughter,
sun rays are now a dream rafter,
that blithes, a nostalgia to allay.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Arcanum Bride
Arcanum Bride
She came to me, unspoiled maid an' fair;
remote echo of church bells, on Sunday;
her face was angelical in droplets of air;
she flied into nothingness, there to stay.
She flied amid cumulus to bestow drops;
Acceptable by me were, her gray clouds;
Amid my dusk shadows above tree tops,
Imparted were her Fall's mizzle shrouds;
There I was, arbiter of an arcanum bride,
amid tenths of heaven's scents, in ambit,
a spread of nimbus favored me, but cried,
her glance was a rain dance and splendid!
She stared at me from yonder stills, airy;
Utopian reality to overreach me lifeless;
Trumpets of Angels played in notes merry,
her eerie disposal and bridal affableness;
Thus I accepted her in Acheronian gleam;
thousand tears of raining, arcanum song;
she sang above the cumulus in odd deem,
crowning my wax noctilucent, and lifelong.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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I Was a Caterpillar
In a warm spring day
the bee flied far away.
It had left its shelter
to collect the sweet nectar
from the beautiful flowers
using God’s dower.
When the bee flied over the honey flower
it couldn’t see me, a poor caterpillar.
I looked at the bee,
I looked at the sky,
I also wanted to fly
learning the world around
and not to creep on the ground.
Burning with passion, tearfully
I had said hopefully:
“I love you the bee.
I would agree to do anything
if only I could fly with you.
Don’t tell me adieu!
I haven’t any view from the ground
I just feel to be bound to the ground.”
I was lost in tears.
Having enough sufferings during the day time
I had fallen into a deep sleep
as there was no more strength to weep.
But when I woke up in the morning chime
I thought it was still a dream time
as I could now fly into the sky,
I turned into a butterfly.
The same morning having seen me
the bee’s heart melted with joy.
Oh, boy! It was in love with me at first sight.
Together we had a wonderful flight.
Now we are flying together
in the fields, in the woods, in the gardens
and our love hardens.
The flowers give us their sweet nectar drink,
there is no more troubles to think.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
December 12th,2010
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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I Turned Into a Butterfly
In a warm spring day
the bee flied far away.
It had left its shelter
to collect the sweet nectar
from the beautiful flowers
using God’s dower.
When the bee flied over the honey flower
it couldn’t see me, a poor caterpillar.
I looked at the bee,
I looked at the sky,
I also wanted to fly
learning the world around
and not to creep on the ground.
Burning with passion, tearfully
I had said hopefully:
“I love you the bee.
I would agree to do anything
if only I could fly with you.
Don’t tell me adieu!
I haven’t any view from the ground
I just feel to be bound to the ground.”
I was lost in tears.
Having enough sufferings during the day time
I had fallen into a deep sleep
as there was no more strength to weep.
But when I woke up in the morning chime
I thought it was still a dream time
as I could now fly into the sky,
I turned into a butterfly.
The same morning having seen me
the bee’s heart melted with joy.
Oh, boy! It was in love with me at first sight.
Together we had a wonderful flight.
Now we are flying together
in the fields, in the woods, in the gardens
and our love hardens.
The flowers give us their sweet nectar drink,
there is no more troubles to think.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
December 12th,2010
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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A fable about the bee and the butterfly
Once upon a time
In a warm spring day
The bee flied far away.
It has left it’s shelter
To collect the sweet nectar
From the beautiful flowers
Using God’s dower.
When the bee flied over the field
Alas, it couldn’t see the caterpillar
That crept in the grass.
The caterpillar looked at the bee,
Looked at the sky with yearning,
It also wanted to fly,
Learning the world around
And not to creep on the ground.
Burning with passion, tearfully
The caterpillar said hopefully:
“I love you the bee.
I would agree to do anything
If only I could fly with you.
Don’t tell me adieu!
I haven’t any view from the ground
I just feel to be bound.”
The caterpillar was lost in tears.
Having enough sufferings during the day time
It has fallen into a deep sleep
As there was no more strength to weep.
But when it woke up in the morning chime
It thought it was still a dream time
As it could now fly into the sky,
It turned into a butterfly.
The same morning having seen the butterfly
The bee’s heart melted with joy.
Oh, boy! It was in love at first sight,
Together they would have a wonderful flight.
Now they are flying together
In the fields, in the woods, in the gardens
And their love hardens.
The flowers give them
Their sweet nectar to drink,
There is no troubles to think.
The fable, I’ve told above,
Doesn’t need a question: What is love?
Everyone understands it in his own way.
What else can I say?
This fable was written on the motif of an old French song 'L'Abeille et Papillon' (1956)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Boreas Wind
I shall carry your icon with me, I said
while my feeling on the wind, is spread,
a deity accepts my abstemious libation
without caring for my life's destination.
Sea waves, or songs beguile us, I said,
abut of a sea-shore to worship our dead,
an ornament to a dark Maenad's advent,
Because a stray dog barks to the world.
My words have fled along Boreas wind,
to reach a form, a dream, your silken glint
A glass spill of red wine oblation in mist
my soul flied, adorning your spent feast.
I recall your wishing lips, a smile of doll,
an image of a cumulus to carry my extol
Boreas blasted waving that mauve shawl
pain was obtuse, as my death enthralled.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Odd Token
She came on, like of the Sun
to lighten snow days of mourn;
an old call; children that run
our thorny memories to adorn;
A wraith she was of lone wind
a ghost that led to old remorse,
and it was a far mode to hint,
that loves are empty by force;
force of destiny, ode to array,
sweet little hopes flied in air,
for souls where in clouds pray,
for songs to echo in empty fare;
and it was our voices that left
up where cities look like smears
writing dusk half lit poetic deft
alone in worlds of abated tears.
an adytum of values, and drifts
of Mistral and of Zephyr smiles
the winds sing to our noon lifts,
as you enter in our poem files.
Here is the two of us that never met;
here is the two of us that never spoken;
distance is smiling to our rhymed duet,
'n' clouds are one of our love odd token.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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The Evening
I sat in the bus
On going home
I wish arrived at home soon
I have tired been doing for nothingness
I feel sleep when waiting the bus start
Some one is coming sing a song
With the old guitars
and disturb my flied thingking
Since an economic recession
Time runs is going a long
Some one sing a song
In the bus
Not entertain us
For our happiness
However, they cannot do anything
Unemployment is increasing
Everday
While our leader is debating each other
Up to day
poem by Prasetya Utama
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Thyme and Myrrh
During these days, she will call,
like years ago my scope to feel,
mizzle invitations in songs spiel,
and keep us in the rains of Fall.
And it will be a time to hold her,
embrace her soul in ocean mists,
and she will admonish our feasts,
my solitude of thyme and myrrh.
In ethers where Bells ring Holy,
Sunday morns our pictures flied,
dew drops on white blooms pied,
as my timed rhapsody run slowly.
In time she comes, to be blithe,
construct reality out of dreams,
noon sun light in ether will beam,
my retention of her figure lithe.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Music Must Change
Deep in the back of my mind is an unrealized sound
Deep in the back of my mind is an unrealized sound
Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found
Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found
When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists
When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists
Its confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists
Its confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists
But the high has to rise from the low
But the high has to rise from the low
Like volcanoes explode through the snow
Like volcanoes explode through the snow
The mosquitos sting brings a dream
The mosquitos sting brings a dream
But the poisons derange
But the poisons derange
The music must change
The music must change
For were chewing a bone
For were chewing a bone
We soared like the sparrow hawk flied
We soared like the sparrow hawk flied
Then we dropped like a stone
Then we dropped like a stone
Like the tide and the waves
Like the tide and the waves
Growing slowly in range
Growing slowly in range
Crushing mountains as old as the earth
Crushing mountains as old as the earth
So the music must change
So the music must change
Sometimes at night, I wake up and my bodys like ice
Sometimes at night, I wake up and my bodys like ice
The sound of the running wild stallion, the noise of the mice
The sound of the running wild stallion, the noise of the mice
And I wondered if then I could hear into all of your dreams
And I wondered if then I could hear into all of your dreams
I realize now it was really the sound of your screams
I realize now it was really the sound of your screams
But death always leads into life
But death always leads into life
But the street fighter swallows the knife
But the street fighter swallows the knife
Am I so crazy to feel that its here prearranged?
Am I so crazy to feel that its here prearranged?
The music must change
The music must change
Its gets higher and higher
Its gets higher and higher
Smouldering like leaves in the 1
Smouldering like leaves in the 1
Then it bursts into fire
Then it bursts into fire
Its rhythm grows strong
Its rhythm grows strong
Its so new and so strange
Its so new and so strange
Like bells in the clouds, then again
Like bells in the clouds, then again
The music must change
The music must change
But is this song so different?
But is this song so different?
Am I doing it all again?
Am I doing it all again?
It may have been done before
It may have been done before
But then musics an open door
But then musics an open door
Deep in the back of my is an unrealized sound
Deep in the back of my is an unrealized sound
Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found
Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found
When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists
When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists
Its confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists
Its confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists
But the high has to rise from the low
But the high has to rise from the low
Like volcanoes explode through the snow
Like volcanoes explode through the snow
The mosquitos sting brings a dream
The mosquitos sting brings a dream
But the poisons derange
But the poisons derange
The music must change
The music must change
For were chewing a bone
For were chewing a bone
We soared like the sparrow hawk flied
We soared like the sparrow hawk flied
Then we dropped like a stone
Then we dropped like a stone
Like the tide and the waves
Like the tide and the waves
Growing slowly in range
Growing slowly in range
Crushing mountains as old as the earth
Crushing mountains as old as the earth
So the music must change
So the music must change
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All My Dreams Left In Past
How the years have passed so fast
All those beauties have gone with the past
I remember all my dreams
Purple they were and blue
Oh, my god how much i'm in need to
To believe once again to the pover of my dreams!
While at the past I never was afraid to dream
And now even the wish of dream, Is lost
And I came here alone
All the beauties that oneday I've had
I've left them at the past and
i'm all alone
Even the wish of smlle
All those people that I loved
Those were more precious than my eyes
My grandmother and her angelic smile
She was my shelter where I've always run
Everytime that l've got mad
I went there and I cried
Even my shelter I've lost
with the past
The sun above and the blue sky
How much I felt happy at the past
When every morning through my road to school
The sun chased
my childish spirit and always how I felt glad
Through my road to school
And every evening in return I always prayed to find him in my road
Oh, everything and everyone
All those that I loved
Lost them with the past!
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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A student's Diary
At the age of six we begin elementary
We had this fear or anxiety
When e reach the teenage years we
started secondary
And ended it with difficulty
We studied in a private school
Think it is very cool
We obeyed every school rule
And top in the honor roll
We studied very hard
Got high marks in our card
We maintain it, we took guard
Learning in high school is truly an art
So we entered a new stage
In college, we are now engage
In logic thinking towards new age
Ideas have flied like a bird out of its cage.
poem by katrina Catadman
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Though the heron flied high the falcon kills it.
Beahcomber Dog
Beachcomber dog is on my trail,
windy company, late December;
distracts my glance; a mute tale,
within his shiny eyes and amber.
A fervent dog, paces on shore,
sniffing my footsteps as I walk
December is gray, an icy hoar,
sea waves on monotonous talk.
I turn to see, the friendly dog,
a kind smile! Maybe a biscuit
if I could find! a dark icon in fog,
much he 'd like a tasty brisket!
The wind spells around the dog,
his bitter cold is apt to remind,
that we are firmed upon a clog,
on aimless course, a port to find.
A strange dog, on random stroll,
I left in fog years ago, his bark,
I hear; eyes appear like odd call
and old spirits salute me in dark.
I turn to approach the stray dog,
but he 's not there, flied in air,
marginal aptitude, figure in fog
marginal solitude a dusk despair.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Wild As The Wind (feat. Trisha Yearwood)
Johnny grew up
On the dark side of the law
Livin' in the shadow
Of the light he never saw
Rosie came 'round
In the way that true love does
Just when you're lookin' elsewhere
For the thing that never was
Wild as the wind
Wild as the wind is
Wild as the wind is love
Wild as the wind
Wild as the wind is
Wild as the wind is love
So they team up
And they traveled on thier way
Lookin' for forever
For every yesterday
She brings him hope
In the way that Angels do
Takin' him to heaven
In ways he never knew
Wild as the wind
Wild as the wind is
Wild as the wind is love
Wild as the wind
Wild as the wind is
Wild as the wind is love
Wild as the wind
Every so often
He gets a stray look in his eye
She knows how to hold him
Without ever askin' why
Wild as the wind
Wild as the wind is
Wild as the wind is love
Wild as the wind
Wild as the wind is
Wild as the wind is love
Wild as the wind
Wild as the wind is
Wild as the wind is love
Wild as the wind
Wild as the wind is
Wild as the wind is love
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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Wild As The Wind
Johnny grew up
On the dark side of the law
Livin in the shadow
Of the light he never saw
Rosie came round
In the way that true love does
Just when youre lookin elsewhere
For the thing that never was
Wild as the wind
Wild as the wind is
Wild as the wind is love
Wild as the wind
Wild as the wind is
Wild as the wind is love
So they team up
And they traveled on thier way
Lookin for forever
For every yesterday
She brings him hope
In the way that angels do
Takin him to heaven
In ways he never knew
Wild as the wind
Wild as the wind is
Wild as the wind is love
Wild as the wind
Wild as the wind is
Wild as the wind is love
Wild as the wind
Every so often
He gets a stray look in his eye
She knows how to hold him
Without ever askin why
Wild as the wind
Wild as the wind is
Wild as the wind is love
Wild as the wind
Wild as the wind is
Wild as the wind is love
Wild as the wind
Wild as the wind is
Wild as the wind is love
Wild as the wind
Wild as the wind is
Wild as the wind is love
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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The Dual Divided
Quiet flows a small river
And a small boat floats on its silence.
Nothing goes wrong for some time-
Nothing goes wrong....
There blooms a flower on the face of the lone sailor
As the river recedes and his boat triumphs forward,
He begins to sing a song-
A sweet song...
Nothing goes wrong for some more time-
Nothing goes wrong.
A small wind blows,
It grows into a storm next,
The song stops for at once
And the boat turns upside down.
The sea emerges
And it embraces the river.
Nothing goes wrong.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Beyond that ridge
Why do you keep your staring
beyond that ridge my loved,
where sun descended bearing,
field blooms of thistles mauve?
It was their icon that stayed,
to keep you company my loved,
where the light breeze payed
our toll to shining stars above.
It was a dark warmth of night
To embrace us then, my loved,
when the owls remotely cried,
for our undued domain halved.
.........................
O ur spirits appear at one a.m.
repeating a careless laughter,
daffodils fade and their stems,
ironically point to hours after.
Because a soul flied to aboves,
carrying a song to fair brides,
again we swim in summer coves,
and maybe sail into sea tides.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Nostalgic
I stand on the railway balustrades
To my hometown
I saw the railwaytrack move quickly
farther and farther from me
which left of thousand memories
Which the wind flied there
The train through the city
Which always arouseyearn for
After we love together
Your face always appear
In happiness and sorrow
In my pray
When I work
In the deep reflection
In a life and love
Integrated in every of word
Which I ever spoken
Whatever happens in up to ones's ears
My deepest love as like as deepest ocean
poem by Prasetya Utama
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Dreamz
what is a dream if you cant achieve it
what is a dream if you dont believe it
i want my dreams to all come true
i want my dreams to be shared with you
a dream is a place of magical things
a dream is a place where bluebirds sing
all our dreams we are longing for
a dream of you that i adore
why is dreams all filled with joy
when after a dream it is destroyed
why is dreams of something we cant have
when we dream of the things we once had
dreams come with so many meanings
happy and sad so many feelings
so why do we dream if it hurts inside
when we watch our dreams all fade and die
if i was a dream id fly away
id dream of happiness and make it stay
what is a dream with no ending
why do dreams start descending
what is a dream that aint complete
why are dreams so discreet
dreams are full of many things
dreams are full of true feelings
believe in dreams and youll succeed
believe in dreams yes i do indeed
poem by Mitchell Nott
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Air Lines Beware
Airlines beware for
China’s waiting in the wings
For Flied in China
poem by Ken e Hall
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