The Wind and the Breeze
I, the wind, will blow you a kiss
And everyday I’ll never miss
A chance to beckon the breeze
And ask her to pretty please
Cool your neck and wipe your brow.
Then together we’ll remind you how
To stop and see what really counts;
Like worry free days in large amounts;
Like mellow meadows of flowers and birds;
Like selfless ways and sensitive words;
Like painless moves and painless minds;
Take note of us for we’re God’s signs…
I, the wind and my sister, the breeze.
Listen as we whisper, pretty please.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Painless
i met you in the kitchen
you said you needed to talk to me
you said you felt like those dirty dishes
it was about time you came clean
the first few words jsut seemed to roll on past
then it felt like you handed me a me a fist full of broken glass
and said "take that"
painless like rain rolling off your shoulder
you made it look so painless
didnt blink in eye when you ran me over
and maybe you were waiting to cry
cause baby when you said goodbye
you made it look so painless
stood out in the drive way
headlights fading down the street
like you just left ur cigarettes
you werent really leaving me
the cold wind hit me in the chest
the tornados gone and there aint nothing left
but this heart will miss
painless like rain rolling off your shoulder
you made it look so painless
didnt blink an eye when you ran me over
and maybe you were waiting to cry
cause baby when you said goodbye
you made it look so painless
painless
didnt blink an eye when you ran me over
and amybe you were waiting to cry
cause baby when you said goodbye
you made it look so painless
song performed by by Lee Ann Womack
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Sonnet: The Wind
What shakes the trees so violently? ’Tis Wind;
What moves the clouds hither/ thither? ’Tis Wind;
What takes the tornado around? ’Tis Wind;
What brings the sandstorm on the earth? ’Tis Wind.
What makes the cool and gentle breeze? ’Tis Wind
What makes the boughs and leaves to dance? ’Tis Wind;
What makes the autumn leaves to fall? ’Tis Wind;
What makes the honey-bees to fly? ’Tis Wind.
What makes pollen reach in showers? ’Tis Wind;
What makes the dust to climb towers? ’Tis Wind;
What spreads the perfume of flowers? ’Tis Wind;
What makes the rain-clouds advance far? ’Tis Wind.
What makes the Wind to blow? ’Tis God;
What makes a Tempest stop? ’ Tis our Lord.
7-18-2001
poem by John Celes
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Take a Pain and make a Gain
Only if there is a pain
There is a gain
And if there is a gain
There was a pain
Nothing like
Painless gain or
Gainless pain
If there comes a gain
With no perceived pain
Wait, do not worry
Pain is on the way
And if there is pain
With no apparent gain
Wait, do not worry
Gain is on the way
And if you are preparing
For a painstaking gain
You know for sure
The extent and nature of pain
And if you are planning
For a painless gain
You know not for sure
The extent and nature of pain
Many unexpected pains
Are because of the
Painless path you took
For a gain, for which
You are not really, eligible
Suffering is indeed the result of
Of such painless gains
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Angel Kiss
We go through life so often,
Not stopping to enjoy the day.
And we take each one for granted,
As we travel on our way.
For in your pain and sorrow,
An Angel's Kiss will help you through,
This kiss is very private,
For it is meant for only you.
We never stop to measure,
Anything we just might miss.
But if the wind should blow by softly,
You'll feel an Angel's Kiss.
A kiss that is sent from heaven,
A kiss from up above
A kiss that is very special,
From someone that you love.
So when, your hearts are heavy,
And filled with tears and pain.
And no one can console you,
Remember once again.
About the ones you grieve for,
Because you sadly miss.
And the gentle breeze you took for granted,
Was just an Angel's Kiss.
poem by Rachel Willcox
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The Rustle
How fascinating the songs of the wind
Carrying up high the bird on spread wings
listen to the birds chirp,
and listen to the howls that are carried in the wind.
How enchanting to play with the wind
Subdued when watching the wind
the wind grabs the whisper and
carries around the world
only the wind decides where
it will take away the whisper...
The smell of blossoms blows with the wind
I search through the billion
In the field of gold and green
I smell them in my handz,
bt couldnt severalize...
their fragrance is under par.
that amply mesmerized..
A breeze brings along the fragrance of apricot flowers.
I couldnt feel the inner reality
that blows with the wind connotes diversity.
It scrawled the human mystery.
I search to find the birth of the wind
went up finding leaves rustle and bustle like a wing.
One thing in all things have I seen
In the hidden recess of the breaking sound.
I saw the flying vision there
in the deepest silence of sacred wind.
At last, at last, the meaning caught.
It shakes its wondrous plumes of thought
burning away all illusion.
unexpected, we are One and the same..
poem by Moumita .Aich
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All Will Be Well
Whisper to the wind,
Hey, wind, please stay calm.
Give a gentle breeze,
And do us no harm.
Blow away the rain,
So that there is none.
Then all will be well,
When the day is done.
Whisper to the rain,
Hey, rain, that feeds all.
When you need to cry,
Let it gently fall.
Wash away the dust,
Freshen up the soil.
Then all will be well,
And the day won’t spoil.
Whisper to the sun,
Hey, sun, shine on me.
Let me know your warmth,
All your heat is free.
Brighten up the hours,
Setting in the west.
Then all will be well,
Our day truly blessed.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Armenian Folk-Song--The Partridge
As beats the sun from mountain crest,
With 'pretty, pretty',
Cometh the partridge from her nest;
The flowers threw kisses sweet to her
(For all the flowers that bloomed knew her);
Yet hasteneth she to mine and me--
Ah! pretty, pretty;
Ah! dear little partridge!
And when I hear the partridge cry
So pretty, pretty,
Upon the house-top, breakfast I;
She comes a-chirping far and wide,
And swinging from the mountain side--
I see and hear the dainty dear!
Ah! pretty, pretty;
Ah! dear little partridge!
Thy nest's inlaid with posies rare.
And pretty, pretty
Bloom violet, rose, and lily there;
The place is full of balmy dew
(The tears of flowers in love with you!)
And one and all impassioned call;
'O pretty, pretty--
O dear little partridge!'
Thy feathers they are soft and sleek--
So pretty, pretty!
Long is thy neck and small thy breast;
The color of thy plumage far
More bright than rainbow colors are!
Sweeter than dove is she I love--
My pretty, pretty--
My dear little partridge!
When comes the partridge from the tree,
So pretty, pretty!
And sings her little hymn to me,
Why, all the world is cheered thereby--
The heart leaps up into the eye,
And echo then gives back again
Our 'Pretty, pretty,'
Our 'Dear little partridge!'
Admitting the most blest of all
And pretty, pretty,
The birds come with thee at thy call;
In flocks they come and round they play,
And this is what they seem to say--
They say and sing, each feathered thing;
'Ah! pretty, pretty;
Ah! dear little partridge!'
poem by Eugene Field
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The Tree And The Breeze
Have you ever noticed how the trees sway with the breeze?
It's as if they were dancing in rhythm with a mellow tune
Have you ever notice how a tree is home to a bird's nest...
where the birds rest?
It's as if the tree were a peaceful and relaxed get-away
From where their troubles stray
But then the tree also has another side
In which it can take the birds for a bit of a ride
It is its party side...
when a pile of birds get together in one tree...
to sing along to the breeze as back and forth it sways the tree
The tree's stuck in the ground
Every day its life's the same
But the breeze
Now that's a different story
The breeze is free
It goes and comes as it pleases
The tree it seizes
Have you ever noticed half the things a tree does are caused by the breeze?
poem by Amy Parkinson
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One Good Reason
Here were sitting at the end of our love
And the tears run down like a waterfall
Like a baby you lie in my arms
And I shout in youre ears, but you dont hear me call
Always thought we were made for each other
And there is nothing that could come between us
And now youre hanging on the phone, calling youre mother
Is this really going to be the end
Just give me one good reason to go
And Ill be gone, faster than the wind blows
One good reason to go
And Ill be gone - (Ill be gone)
Faster than the wind can blow
Faster than the wind can blow
Wind can blow
Faster than the wind can blow
There were so many unspoken words
And so many things undone
But you wont have the chance to say what you think
When Im sitting here alone and youre gone
For every trouble we had a kiss
And Im sure that the troubles are not what I miss
But I cant push it away, and say its never been there
Is this really goin to be the end
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sedona Sunrise (Pump Demo)
I was a city boy
Cought up in a city way
A nitty gritty boy
Stayin' out all night
And always gettin blown away
There ain't no breeze to cool the heat of love
She was a city girl
With no responsibility
A pretty little city girl
All fired up and what's
That got to do to me
There ain't no breeze to cool the heat of love
It's as clear as a
Sunrise in Sudona
Just what it is
That's blowin' in the wind
It's the fire in her eyes
It's the tear when she cries
It's the heat when I fall on my knees
That I'm thinkin' of
There ain't no breeze to cool the heat of love
It's as clear as a
Sunrise in Sudona
Just what it is
That's blowin' in the wind
It's the fire in her eyes
It's the tear when she cries
It's the heat when I fall on my knees
That I'm thinkin' of
There ain't no breeze to cool the heat of love
song performed by by Aerosmith
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I'm Free
I'm free
as free as the birds
as free as the clouds
as free as the wind.
I'm free to sing
even if my voice
is not like the voice of an angel
I'm free to dance
even if I'm out of the rhythm
I'm free to cry
even if it means to worry you
I'm free to laugh
even if my heart is aching
I'm free to love
even if it will only hurt me
I'm free to dream
even if I cannot reach it.
I'm free
as free as the birds
as free as the clouds
as free as the wind.
I'm free to be happy
even if I'm in the middle of crisis
I'm free to live
even if it will then
end in dying.
I'm free
as free as the birds
as free as the clouds
as free as the wind.
I'm free...
I'm free!
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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The Spirit of God
Friend, as the wind tends to blow, not knowing where it will go,
Or from the place it has come, but we will see what it has done.
So it is with The Spirit friend, The Spirit that Christ would send.
The third person of The Godhead, sent just like Christ had said.
Sent to move upon man’s heart, to give man a brand new start.
God moves men with The Spirit, with The Word as they hear it.
The Holy Spirit you can not see, but He’s been here for eternity.
And He moves throughout the earth, leading men to New Birth.
He moves upon every nation, ministering to all God’s Salvation.
He convicts the heart of man, as He leads many to understand,
There’s a spiritual side to life, which is centered in Jesus Christ.
Without Him all men would grope, in the darkness with no hope.
But He leads them out of the night, and into God’s Eternal Light.
By guiding them to Jesus Christ, who offers all men Eternal Life.
The Spirit uses The Word of God, to be His voice where we trod.
Like a gentle summer breeze, He sets hearts and minds at ease.
Like the wind, a natural force, which moves upon a given course,
Showing to men God’s Power, and this everyday and every hour.
The Spirit too, was sent to us, so that all men, in God could trust.
The Spirit’s a comfort in this strife, leading believers to New Life.
Like the wind you can not still, The Spirit is sent to do God’s will.
As the wind leaves its mark, God desires to change man’s heart.
Wind we hear but can not see, can adversely affect you and me.
But, The Spirit only comforts men, who in Christ are Born Again.
Sudona Sunrise
I was a city boy
Cought up in a city way
A nitty gritty boy
Stayin out all night
And always gettin blown away
There aint no breeze to cool the heat of love
She was a city girl
With no responsibility
A pretty little city girl
All fired up and whats
That got to do to me
There aint no breeze to cool the heat of love
Its as clear as a
Sunrise in sudona
Just what it is
Thats blowin in the wind
Its the fire in her eyes
Its the tear when she cries
Its the heat when I fall on my knees
That Im thinkin of
There aint no breeze to cool the heat of love
Its as clear as a
Sunrise in sudona
Just what it is
Thats blowin in the wind
Its the fire in her eyes
Its the tear when she cries
Its the heat when I fall on my knees
That Im thinkin of
There aint no breeze to cool the heat of love
song performed by by Aerosmith
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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What Does The Wind Say?
What does the wind say i wonder
When it whispers to the trees?
How do the leaves feel
Tumbling along the breeze?
How do the birds feel
When the wind abashes them?
What does the wind say
When it goes by on a summers day?
How do the dandelions feel
When they travel through the breeze?
How does the grass feel
When the wind whispers 'please'?
Does it go without fear
When it whispers softly in your ear?
So, I ask you again
What does the wind say?
poem by Giuliana Carder
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Suicide Is Painless
Through early morning fog I see
the visions of the things to be.
The pains that are withheld for me
I realize, and I can see.....
that suicide is painless
it brings on many changes
and I can take of leave it if I please
The game of life is hard to play
I'm gonna lose it anyway
the losing card, I'll someday lay
so this is all I have to say
suicide is painless
it brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please
the sword of time will pierce our skin
it doesn't hurt when it begins
but as it works its way on in
the pain grows stronger, watch it brim..
suicide is painless
it brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please
a brave man once requested me
to answer questions that are key
"is it to be, or not to be?"
and I replied, " why ask me?"
but suicide is painless
it brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please
and you can do the same thing if you please
song performed by by Marilyn Manson
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She was there
It was not going well
There was nothing more to think or tell
We did nothing except allowing axe to fall
It was disseverance to nature’s call
I passed through the same sand desert
The wing was slowing blowing with concert
It did touch my cheeks with no warmth
Some thoughts entered to remind me forth
I had no love for rising sun
It was about ugly or bad turn
I had to miss her for whole tenure
She may hunt me for complete future
It reminds me of gently spoken words
They were quite enough to look forward
Dream of a land where sky was generally to meet
The sand was making way for our resolute feet
Soon the cool breeze may evaporate
The day light will only be left to narrate
Soon the sand may turn its color
The rising sun may make it as hot floor
The total and unbearable it may become
No living being may be gladly welcome
It will be totally inhospitable and hostile
I was unperturbed and moved for while
I was moving with high hope
It was like walking on right rope
Very hazardous and challenging
I was carefully managing
I know the days may not last same for long
No one knew who was right or wrong
The dusty and hot wind may soon blow
We had resolved to part and go
The nature has proved cruel
It has added woes, agony and fuel
Igniting the wishes with no extinguishers
Where are now those all my good wishers?
I am not turning blind to the reality
I know I have blessings and full ability
I may find her somewhere here
I stand no chance to go anywhere
I shall come back again
With all flowers in hand to remain
With your close identity for ever
Shall it not stay with me forever?
I am very much sensitive
We both have remained very positive
Something has wrong as our misfortune
Else we were completely in harmony with tune
I give full credit to her understanding
She was in control and fully abiding
She never uttered a word in defiance
Though we had opinion with variance
I never back tracked and ran away
It was pulling me far and away
The cool breeze never appealed
All thoughts of desertion got repealed
I still hope it will meet with good end
It hoped against hope with her trend
It has kept alive the last hope of ray
It may lead me to happiest way
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Three Kisses
Tonight as I stood beneath the stars
my neck was kissed by a breeze.
From a distant land it carried a love
that one seldom feels or sees..
A week ago I asked the breeze to carry
three kisses across the sea.
The first kiss was to my love’s psyche,
so she would look towards me.
The second kiss was to touch her lips,
and to slightly catch her breath,
so she would then think of me and know
that our separation is worse than death.
The third kiss would give her consolation
and remind her we’ll be together soon,
and our love is as great as the sky itself,
with its grey mornings and sunny afternoons.
I had a feeling that she would catch a breeze
and to it attach a kiss.
It brought me the reassurance of her love,
which dispelled my unhappiness.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Flowers
(orbison/dees)
When I was a boy I ran among the flowers
Looking left and right at the bright array
I played through the spring, whiled away the hours
Lingered with the flowers every day
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, lifes bouquet
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, along the way
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, lifes bouquet
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, along the way
When the summer ends and the storms of life are over
When the winter comes and the petals fall away
They may write it on my stone, he was just a roller
But he stopped to pick some flowers along the way
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, lifes bouquet
Flowers, picked some flowers, along the way
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Summer's Wind
Be weary, Lord of the summer wind,
Lord of the heat that you blow in,
Away with flowers, land and trees,
To stay them not, least all the trees.
Listen to this, all that I say,
Our land does die, and drift away.
Our living born upon the wind,
All of ours, and those of friends.
So we called upon the leave-filled wind,
The autumn one, of which were friends.
This wind of cool and gentle hand,
Not like the wind that stole our land.
And the heat did melt into the leaves,
And turned them colors from the trees.
Then the leave-filled wind bore them away,
And upon the land, they came to stay.
And stayed them there, till land-hard cold,
And then the land, the leaves they stole.
And after the harsh cold wind had blown,
And living soil again was sown,
Summer's wind came again to prey,
Upon our lands, most every day.
But our living land, the leaves did save,
And the summer's wind did blow away,
Never to re-live, the seasons day.
The cool soft wind now blows so free,
Upon the land, and through the trees.
All through the people, and over me.
poem by Sandra Osborne
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Breeze Into Winter Song
Breeze in a winter night
Breeze whispers invites
With flurries banter in winter
Drip drops to surface so pure
Snow flakes as sprinkled
From the heavens lure
Glides smoothly from the air
With breeze whispers heard
Whisper and whisper so sharp
To Douglas fir humming like harp
Like music in harmony
As if singing to poets prey
True poets with such creativity
Wind whispers put into words
Note for note lyrics composed
Into winter song accord
A winter song in starry night
Heard so loud and bright
Harmony up in the air
Heard by nature in slumber
Oh, winter song in starry night
In blue moon delight
Like cantata in harmony
As if orchestra in symphony
To the lovers dream
As moonface smile beams
poem by Ency Bearis
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