The Temple of Fragrance
Who could have fashioned this marvel?
The mountain cracks into a wide, hollow cave.
Pious Buddhists struggle to set foot inside,
others gaze at it tirelessly.
Drippings form a sweet streamlet,
as sailors on incoming junks bend their heads.
City folk also flock to these springs and woods.
Clever, indeed, the Old Man in Heaven!
poem by Ho Xuan Huong
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Depicting Reflection
I gaze at the looking glass one final time
As I hope for some veritable truth to find
But the cracks run along my face in jagged lines
As the mirror cracks from side to side
Peering into the cold, dark faceted eyes
A broken poppet stares back from inside
And I catch a reflection of that I despise
As the mirror cracks from side to side
The scarred reflection is now forsaken
And many are the times my heart has died
But now it is my soul that is breakin'
As the mirror cracks from side to side
I gaze at the looking glass one final time
As the mirror cracks from side to side
poem by Sheri Hockman
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Ruminations
If there were a cave
That I could wander into
I'd shout your name inside of it
And hear the echo of you.
To have it reverberate loudly
Might drown out my pain,
Pierce my ears, trouble my head
Where thoughts of you remain.
And as it bounced around inside
I'd welcome the chill of the cave.
For I'd know that as I exited it
Maybe my heart could behave.
For I'd find my heart is hollow
Like the cave I'd just been in.
And I'd feel the icy chill again
For your touch is absent from my skin.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Mountain Sprite
In yonder valley there dwelt, alone,
A youth, whose moments had calmly flown,
'Till spells came o'er him, and, day and night,
He was haunted and watch'd by a Mountain Sprite.
As once, by moonlight, he wander'd o'er
The golden sands of that Island shore,
A foot-print sparkled before his sight --
'Twas the fairy foot of the Mountain Sprite!
Beside a fountain, one sunny day,
As bending over the stream he lay,
There peep'd down o'er him two eyes of light,
And he saw in that mirror the Mountain Sprite.
He turn'd, but, lo, like a startled bird,
That spirit fled! -- and the youth but heard
Sweet music, such as marks the flight
Of some bird of song, from the Mountain Sprite.
One night, still haunted by that bright look,
The boy, bewilder'd, his pencil took.
And, guided only by memory's light,
Drew the once-seen form of the Mountain Sprite.
"Oh thou, who lovest the shadow," cried
A voice, low whispering by his side,
"Now turn and see," -- here the youth's delight
Seal'd the rosy lips of the Mountain Sprite.
"Of all the Spirits of land and sea,"
Then rapt he murmur'd, "there's none like thee,
And oft, oh oft, may thy foot thus light
In this lonely bower, sweet Mountain Sprite!"
poem by Thomas Moore
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Mucho Mungo/mt. Elga
Mucho mungo, sweet thing,
Sweetest little thing i've ever seen.
It must have been a sweet dream,
Brought you here,
Brought you through the sorrow
And the tears.
C'est la, c'est la, c'est la vie,
Sail upon the ocean, sail with me.
Sail into tomorrow ev'ry day,
Just looking for the sunshine
Through the haze.
But wait! what's this
I see?
Could it be?
Mount elga, mount elga,
A high mountain,
I climb as i'm dreaming, a-huh.
Mount elga, mount elga,
A high mountain,
I climb as i'm dreaming,
Catching me hell.
To climb this hill
The more i try to climb,
I'm slipping still.
Me body run down,
Me feeling weak.
The more i try to climb up
This mountain peak.
Mucho mungo, sweet thing,
Sweetest little thing since sweet sixteen.
C'est la, c'est la, c'est la vie,
Sail across the ocean,
Sail with me.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Read My Poetry
Please...
I beg of thee.
To gaze upon and read,
My poetry.
And quote...
In notes.
How it left you charmed,
Or provoked.
Please...
I beg of thee.
To gaze upon and read,
My poetry.
'Fantastic' comments I accept.
Even nit picking critics...
Aren't rejected at this love fest.
Please...
I beg of thee.
To gaze upon and read,
My poetry.
It is,
After all...
Spiced with juicy drippings!
Please...
I beg of thee.
To gaze upon and read,
My poetry.
And quote...
In notes.
How it left you charmed,
Or provoked.
Please...
I beg of thee.
To gaze upon and read,
My poetry.
It is,
After all...
Spiced with juicy drippings!
Please...
I beg of thee.
To gaze upon and read,
My poetry.
And quote...
In notes.
How it left you charmed,
Or provoked.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Cave
Return to the road we love in some time,
This time is to enjoy as we tread and climb;
We reach and then cry, we stretch and make efforts
Too strange, for we can ride pleasurable comforts.
The summit of my hidden mountain is blamed
For my pain, for the pain is worse I claimed.
The foot of this mountain has a cave too eerie,
I formed it with my imagination drowsily;
I must excite the page on this day to keep the cave
That delivers safety to my soul believing I am brave.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Wonderful Dreams
Wonder is the brain of dreams, the wearing of wisdom,
The highest praise, a negative positivity, a live wire.
Wondered were they who survived the annual struggle,
Their wonders never finish, never do they conclude into struggle;
Fellowship has an absurd appearance from the wonder
We have witnessed from mouth and nose, foot and hand;
Struggle has never powerfully affected us to wonder,
Rather the marvel of a day is like the astonishment of the year,
What of the month? It cries from patience and toil, but no wonder
Has arrived.
Truth argues us to live in the days of the year to wonder.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Sturdy hip, a binding grip
I marvel at your foot prints
That you make in wet soil
When you walk across, the heel
Being more hollow by the heaviness
Of your hip and the flatness of the belly.
29.05.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Hollow Ones
the hollow ones
live in a hollow world,
walk a hollow path
with hollow hearts.
speaking often, never talking.
listening, but never hearing.
touching, but never feeling.
inhaling, but never exhaling.
with nothing behind their
hollow eyes.... insulated,
burning nuclear fuel
in a carbon world...
an ingrown toenail
on the foot...
of an angry God!
the hollow ones...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A strong Bear, a poor cave
A quarrel took place,
Between a tight, narrow cave,
and a huge, black, hairy bear.
the poor cave was afraid of,
her narrowness,
the bear had no fear.
Actually, the bear was
in search of a cave,
where he could spent
his night merrily,
his mission was to hide himself,
by all means, fair or unfair.
The bear begged the shelter,
from the cave to get entered,
but cave denied.
she said, ' I am not wide.
if I take you in,
you may get me in trouble,
every thing mine get in disorder.
how can you stay in me quite?
seek other place to-night.'
The bear snored a loud,
as if, thunders of big cloud.
huge bear tried getting forcibly in,
smiled and said, 'I have to win.
O' poor cave, see my strong body,
look at my height!
I am quite black,
while you are white.
you are unaware of facts,
you are mine, my cave,
you are made for me.
I know, you think yourself too small,
If I enter, you will be torn,
and might get burst,
but it is nothing like this,
surrender yourself
before me silently.
or I will react violently.
the little cave said nothing,
but tried to scape herself,
with all her might.
thrusting the bear out.
Bear so huge, no doubt.
He tried utmost entering forcibly,
getting success a little bit.
until the cave burst,
the bear continued to hit.
At last, a hot bloody stream,
blew out of the cave.
It couldn't itself save.
It was torn and oozing sweat.
the huge bear was running,
in and out very smoothly,
Poor cave, in this struggle,
has become out.
the bear has come first, no doubt.
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poem by Rani Madhubala
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Western Buddhists in many ways are much serious Buddhists than Tibetans are.
quote by Richard Gere
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What difference is there, do you think, between those in Plato's cave who can only marvel at the shadows and images of various objects, provided they are content and don't know what they miss, and the philosopher who has emerged from the cave and sees the real things?
quote by Desiderius Erasmus
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A young mountain climber named Peter,
On top of his form - a world beater,
At the foot of the Eiger
Came across a huge tiger
Now Peter's inside the man-eater.
(Written Oct 2012)
quote by by John Carter Brown
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Sail Away
By dickey betts
(c) 1979 emi blackwood music inc.
Sunset colors, all across the bay.
Finds me here alone at the end of one more day.
Skipping stones across the water.
Wonder why I ever thought youd stay.
Palm trees sway in the evening breeze.
Sing a lullabye of sweet love to me.
Sailboat, sail away into the amber sky.
And I wonder why I ever thought youd stay.
Sail on, sail away.
May all your dreams come true one day.
Sail on, sail away.
I wonder why I ever thought youd stay.
Sail on, sail away.
May all your dreams come true one day.
Sail on, sail away.
I wonder why I ever thought youd stay.
I wonder why I ever thought youd stay.
Sail on, sail away.
Sail on, sail away.
Sail on, sail away.
Sail on, sail away.
song performed by by Allman Brothers Band
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Sail Away
Walk a cold thin line
in the morning
Hold the fear inside
that greets you with the day
I can't go with you now
I can only watch you now
As you sail away
Sail away
I'm going to miss you now
So much more then I realised
There's a heavy stone of empty
where you once lay
I can't go with you now
I can only watch you now
Watch you
As you sail away
Sail away
I know you need your freedom
Sail away
Cause without it you can't survive
Be on your way
disappear into the distance
I smile and say
Sail away
I can't go with you now
I can only watch you now
Watch you
As you sail away
song performed by by Chris Rea
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Coward
I'm in this form having
walls and ceilings
well constructed.I'm
a thinking form.I'm
the keeper of
my own idea.I'm
in this cave of
my conscience.I'm
in the solitude of
self, where only
forming forms of dreams
coexist with me.I'm
in the shadow of
my form.I'm the keeper
of everything I am and
everything I have, but
I cannot fight against
this coward that lives
inside of me, when I
need to open this door
of self in order to throw out
everything is useless and
to save the meaning of
the things I have to keep.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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The Slave Mother
Heard you that shriek? It rose
So wildly on the air,
It seemed as if a burden'd heart
Was breaking in despair.
Saw you those hands so sadly clasped --
The bowed and feeble hand --
The shuddering of that fragile form --
That look of grief and dread?
Saw you the sad, imploring eye?
Its every glance was pain,
As if a storm of agony
Were sweeping through the brain.
She is a mother, pale with fear,
Her boy clings to her side,
And in her kirtle vainly tries
His trembling form to hide.
He is not hers, although she bore
For him a mother's pains;
He is not hers, although her blood
Is coursing through his veins!
He is not hers, for cruel hands
May rudely tear apart
The only wreath of household love
That binds her breaking heart.
His love has been a joyous light
That o'er her pathway smiled,
A fountain gushing ever new,
Amid life's desert wild.
His lightest word has been a tone
Of music round her heart,
Their lives a streamlet blent in one --
Oh, Father! must they part?
They tear him from her circling arms,
Her last and fond embrace.
Oh! never more may her sad eyes
Gaze on his mournful face.
No marvel, then, these bitter shrieks
Disturb the listening air;
She is a mother, and her heart
Is breaking in despair.
poem by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
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Boat To Sail
Youre up state, up late, and city fed
Im a california label
From the top of my head,
Forever, ah
See a lot of open sky
When the sun goes down
Theres a hot, lot of loving when you come
Around, to free me, ah
In a boat to sail, boat to sail, away, ah
All those letters mailed from a
Boat to sail, away ah
We are riding in a boat to sail
Bare foot, coconut and supermild
Jamaica take a look
At your own child
Forget not
Brian wilson songs are never left behind
Dont you worry baby, youre a friend of mine
For so long
From a boat to sail, boat to sail, away ah
All those letters mailed, from a
Boat to sail, away ah
We are riding in a boat to sail
We are riding in a boat to sail
song performed by by Carpenters
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In A Spider's Web
there is a voice
calling me from
that distant shore...
a voice familiar
as my own....
there is a place
where dreams are born...
and then given form;
where fire is discovered
anew every day!
there is a mountain
that no one has climbed...
a river no man has seen.
there is a cave that
goes on forever....
a path no foot has trod.
there is a flower
that only blooms once...
every million years or so.
a horn no lips have blown;
a song known only by the wind....
that distant shore,
so far, so near.....
a cosmos in a tiny shell....
a rainbow hidden in a feather,
the history of all life
woven in a spider's web!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Ain't No Mountain High Enough
Listen, baby
Ain't no mountain high
Ain't no vally low
Ain't no river wide enough, baby
If you need me, call me
No matter where you are
No matter how far
Just call my name
I'll be there in a hurry
You don't have to worry
'Cause baby,
There ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you
Remember the day
I set you free
I told you
You could always count on me
From that day on I made a vow
I'll be there when you want me
Some way,some how
'Cause baby,
There ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you
No wind, no rain
My love is alive
Way down in my heart
Although we are miles apart
If you ever need a helping hand
I'll be there on the double
As fast as I can
Don't you know that
There ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you
Don't you know that
There ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
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