A Life Encounter in Shekomeko
Many a rides I have taken
Through villages barely awakened
Green grass and blooming flowers
Whispering willows at morning hours
My joy is never ending
Too many wondrous sights are blending
Into meadows and sleepy lanes
Sheep and cattle gleaming white fences
Leave bedazzled my senses
But there is no pretense
Driving through the village
I have never seen a Mensch
But what a surprise on that beautiful day
I will never forget that moment in May
Strutting the left side of the lane
Was Peacock proud and vain
He walked with a majestic stride
Gleaming feathers what a sight
Straight ahead was his gaze
After all Shekomeko was his place
I passed him up slowly
With a smile on my face
Now I have seen a living soul in this place.
poem by Ingeborg von Finsterwalde
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Beautiful Place
This world is beautiful place
this beautiful place with lass
with her sunset
beautiful
when her sun raises
it's beautiful
and moon in a light move
is beautiful
through out of her night
is beautiful
the gleaming of her stars
and morning shines
is beautiful
her mood
as the waves of her ocean
the blooming of her sight
her oldness of her blessing saint
and breezes of her beaches
her mountains and her meadows
teaching for us her love
the beauty of her fall and her fame
the differnce of her four seasons
the pouring water of rains
as roaring her mount river
or floating hovering fog of her face
the beautiful secret sigh
and ease of her drizzle shower
all her flagrancy; her fun
different faces
and different voices
of her..
so the beautiful place for lass
is beautiful place for love.
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Hungry For Cigarettes Only
Early Saturday morning,
We went to the water roundabout
we have been waited by the car.
We walked straight passed the palace
through the place of Arabians place
left bend climbed above
headed the slate road.
upwards continued,
through many of durian trees,
through fish fish-ponds,
stalled in the repaired roads,
which many organisers of the traffic
from the inhabitants of the village
use the hat, tin asked for the fund contribution
for the improvement of the government road
improved never was finished.
we went straight to Cihideung,
went straight to the hungry of the Old-Peasant.
just need for cigarettes
only,
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Straight Ahead
Day by day, dream by dream.
I fight to find the way to go.
Every day opens a different door.
Every dream shadows the one before.
But slowly I can see
The way youve made for me.
Straight ahead, I can see your light.
Straight ahead, through the dark.
Straight ahead, theres no left or right.
Straight ahead, to your heart.
Carry on through the night,
When the road is hard to find.
Lying lights tell me to turn around.
Lying thoughts tell me Im lost not found.
But clearly I can see
Youre waiting there for me.
Straight ahead, I can see your light.
Straight ahead, through the dark.
Straight ahead, theres no left or right.
Straight ahead, to your heart.
Straight ahead, (straight ahead),
Straight ahead, (straight ahead),
Straight ahead, (straight ahead),
Straight ahead, (straight ahead).
Straight ahead (straight ahead), I can see your light.
Straight ahead, through the dark (through the dark).
Straight ahead, theres no left or right.
Straight ahead, to your heart.
Straight ahead....
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Paradise Valley
can't think straight my mind is covered with clouds
no doubt what I'm talking about;
I've never seen a place like this I miss no bliss
how could I ever forget how it feels, how it heals,
my wound, my blood, whatever pain my soul has got
these waters so clear
near and far all I can hear
rustle of leaves and insects hummin on trees
no place like this - no place like this
paradise valley
the sun reflects some billion glitters of water
direct in my face but I can't take my eyes of this place
so peaceful, beautiful, it flows all into one
meadows, mountains, I, the sky
so close I can never feel to gods own miracle
and then I see, I see that eagle fly
no place like this - no place like this
paradise valley
song performed by by H-BlockX
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Mountain Tops
sunrise in the moutain tops
green grass all over the place
and the trees are not just green
but they glitter under the rays
wind blows and coldness in the skin
there is joy
there is pain
in the eyes, but
it is thy happiness still that shows
for a moment
forgetting the world
which is more real
that is not a question
no rain or snow
weather may change
but not withered leaf
can stop flowers from blooming
sunrise in the mountain tops
green grass all over the place
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Fantasy Temptations
The beautiful colorful flowers I smell
The beautiful green grass I feel
The beautiful sidewalk I walk on
The beautiful clouds I see
The beautiful birds soaring across the sky
Leads through the wondrous doors of Heaven
Because it's fantasy temptations
The fresh air slowly drifts up my nose
Who knew it would be this beautiful
Where has this place been all my life?
I lay under the stars as I fall asleep
Without any worries
I wake to the soft melody of the singing birds
Because it's fantasy temptations
As I drink water from the fountain it tastes pure
As I walk the path it's the Lord
I gracefully smile and say
If only reality was this peaceful
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Upstairs, Downtown
(toby keith/carl goff, jr.)
Route 14 box 308
She said goodbye at the cattle-guard gate
Hoping she would find her a place in the world
With her mind made up and tears in her eyes
It almost made her daddy cry
He said dont forget to call when you get there girl.
Driving on that two lane road hoping she might find
A whole lot more waiting up ahead than what she left behind
Moving upstairs, downtown
Lifes too short to be hanging around
Shes eighteen and its time she got out of the wood
Shes getting out while the gettings good
All bills paid and a room with a view
Shes unpacked a dish or two
She just got her phone turned on today
Theres a big, old world waiting just outside
As shes thumbing through the classifieds
Looking for work and any old jobs okay
Driving on that cross-town freeway hoping she might find
A whole lot more waiting up ahead than what she left behind
Living upstairs, downtown
Lifes too short to be hanging around
Shes eighteen and its time she got out of the wood
Shes getting out while the gettings good
Then she lost her job at the grocery store
And the wolf came knocking at the door
The red notice said they turned off her telephone
Theres nothing left for her to do so shes packed up a thing or two
Loaded her car down, now shes headed home
Driving on that two lane road hoping she might find
A whole lot more waiting up ahead than what she left behind
Living upstairs, downtown
Lifes too short to be hanging around
Shes eighteen and its time she got back to the wood
Shes getting out while the gettings good
song performed by by Toby Keith
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From The Moment You Awakened
From the moment you awakened,
To face a new day.
As fresh as the leaving,
Of scented morning dew.
It was you who made decisions,
To address as you presented yourself...
With choices you alone made.
From the moment you awakened,
Until you made accusations...
To place blame on someone else,
For that which you alone chose to do...
Is to say to anyone within listening distance,
From the moment you awakened...
To face the day,
You premeditated to find excuses to make.
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Faded Memories
I saw you in only a dream
you were there next to me
shining bright through the night
like rays of sunshine in the morning light
and on your lips a taste of paradise
as if heaven was all around me
You had a sparkle in your eyes
like diamonds glittering in the sun
and a smile on your face
you were always such a beautiful one
But as I held my head low
I could only watch you slowly go
said it just had to be
now you must set me free
walk away from this forgotten place
there's nothing left to save anymore
And like faded memories torn and frayed
love was forever lost it would seem
as I walked on alone
felt I been here once before
with these faded memories we once made
tears turned my heart into stone
when I knew you were never coming home
Was a time I needed you as I watched you leave
through those years that passed on by
thought I could never forget you
and all that we been through
still I find it hard to believe
how this love for you will never die
(spiritwind-2010)
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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Sunday Cycle Rides
Quite often, on a Sunday morning,
Dad and I would take a cycle ride.
Up the steep hills, we would struggle,
But, down them, we would glide.
We’d cycle to villages like Monxton,
Abbott’s Ann and St Mary Bourne.
We’d pass fields of lowing cattle,
As well as fields of golden corn.
Once, as we were passing some sheep,
I gently applied my brakes and stopped.
I stood watching the cute little lambs,
As they leapt, and jumped, and hopped.
We would cycle along the back roads,
And whiz along winding, country lanes.
I felt happy enough when the sun was out,
But not so much so, when it began to rain.
Along the roads, we’d pass babbling brooks,
And horses with rhythmic clip-clopping hooves.
We’d pass village greens with duck ponds,
And pretty little cottages with thatched roofs.
But our cycle rides abruptly came to an end,
When, one day, my Dad suddenly died.
Nowadays, I don’t even own a bicycle,
But I really miss our Sunday cycle rides.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Without Tears
The ending defines a moment of change
Loved ones left wondering whose to blame
Sitting in a chair with a solemn face
Without tears is a lonely place
The ending defines a moment of change
Taking prescriptions to ease the strain
Noone knows when the shock will come
Without tears there's more to be done
The ending defines a moment of change
The diagnosis 'grief striken' and I'm slowly opening the gate
It phantoms to me that spirits are near
Without tears the conscious will endure
The ending defines a moment of change
Looking back on the photos that inevitable the same
Sitting in a chair with a solemn face
Without tears leads to terrible fate
The ending defines a moment of change
Reoccurring thoughts of the undesired stage
Noone knows when the shock will come
Without tears Mom's left frozen and numb
The ending defines a moment of change
Why did you leave me during the race
Seasons come and go as they usually do
Without tears the missing you can't be true
The ending defines a moment of change
Hearing your voice would be a blessing trade
Seasons come and go as they usually do
Without tears the missing can't be true
poem by Natasha McGee
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The Dead To The Living
Work while it is day: the night cometh, when no man can work.
IN the childhood of April, while purple woods
With the young year's blood in them smiled,
I passed through the lanes and the wakened fields,
And stood by the grave of the child.
And the pain awoke that is never dead
Though it sometimes sleeps, and again
It set its teeth in this heart of mine,
And fastened its claws in my brain:
For it seemed so hard that the little hands
And the little well-loved head
Should be out of reach of my living lips,
And be side by side with the dead--
Not side by side with us who had loved,
But with these who had never seen
The grace of the smile, the gold of the hair,
And the eyes of my baby-queen.
Yet with trees about where the brown birds build,
And with long green grass above,
She lies in the cold sweet breast of earth
Beyond the reach of our love;
Whatever befalls in the coarse loud world,
We know she will never wake.
When I thought of the sorrow she might have known,
I was almost glad for her sake. . . .
Tears might have tired those kiss-closed eyes,
Grief hardened the mouth I kissed;
I was almost glad that my dear was dead
Because of the pain she had missed.
Oh, if I could but have died a child
With a white child-soul like hers,
As pure as the wind-flowers down in the copse,
Where the soul of the spring's self stirs;
Or if I had only done with it all,
And might lie by her side unmoved!
I envied the very clods of earth
Their place near the child I loved!
And my soul rose up in revolt at life,
As I stood dry-eyed by her grave,
When sudden the grass of the churchyard sod
Rolled back like a green smooth wave;
The brown earth looked like the brown sea rocks,
The tombstones were white like spray,
And white like surf were the curling folds
Of the shrouds where the dead men lay;
For each in his place with his quiet face
I saw the dead lie low,
Who had worked and suffered and found life sad,
So many sad years ago.
Unchanged by time I saw them lie
As when first they were laid to rest,
The tired eyes closed, the sad lips still,
And the work-worn hands on the breast.
There were some who had found the green world so grey,
They had left it before their time,
And some were little ones like my dear,
And some had died in their prime;
And some were old, they had had their fill
Of bitter unfruitful hours,
And knew that none of them, none, had known
A flower of a hope like ours!
Through their shut eyelids the dead looked up,
And without a voice they said:
'We lived without hope, without hope we died,
And hopeless we lie here dead;
And death is better than life that draws
Pain in, as it draws in breath,
If life never dreams of a coming day
When life shall not envy death.
Through the dark of our hours and our times we lived,
Uncheered by a single ray
Of such hope as lightens the lives of you
Who are finding life hard to-day;
With our little lanterns of human love
We lighted our dark warm night--
But you in the chill of the dawn are set
With your face to the eastern light.
Freedom is waiting with hands held out
Till you tear the veil from her face--
And when once men have seen the light of her eyes,
And felt her divine embrace,
The light of the world will be risen indeed,
And will shine in the eyes of men,
And those who come after will find life fair,
And their lives worth living then!
Will you strive to the light in your loud rough world,
That these things may come to pass,
Or lie in the shadow beside the child,
And strive to the sun through the grass?'
'My world while I may,' I cried; 'but you
Whose lives were as dark as your grave?'
'We too are a part of the coming light,'
They called through the smooth green wave.
Their white shrouds gleamed as the flood of green
Rolled over and hid them from me--
Hid all but the little hands and the hair,
And the face that I always see.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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A Child In God's Grace
Have you ever
Had a moment
Were you are
Lying in a field
The sun shines
Upon your face
As you bury
Yourself in a sea
Of tall green grass
Then as you gaze
Up into the sky
At the white fluffy clouds
That passes on by
Your imagination flares
In a creative style
Fairytale Characters
Magical beings
Cloud your imagination
In a child's world of dreams
Then stretching
Out your arms
To pillow your
Sleepy head
You gaze up in wonder
In a child like bliss
The laughter of friends
Playing in the sun
Make you smile
In a dream like state
And in that
One singular moment
That one blissful state
You are who you are
A child in God's grace
poem by Kaila George
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Go Back to the Place You Belong
Tired of problems in life
He decided to move out of
Everybody’s sight
Left his home
For an unknown place
Free of all the troubles
He walked from morning to dusk
Then he saw bright lights
Reaching nearer
He saw fire blazing
Everybody Trying
To save their lives
He ran from there
Spent the night in the forest
In the morning
Saw a village nearby
Reaching there
Didn’t see any sign of life
Dead people all around
Disease and hunger
Had taken their toll
He ran from there
To find a better place
On his journey he met a saint
He asked him to suggest a place
Where he could find
Peace and solace
The saint smiled and said to him
Peace and turmoil are side by side
It’s your attitude
That gives you peace and anger
Go back to the place you belong
Positive attitude
Shall make all the difference
You shall become a happy man
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Majestic Beauty
She sat atop a hill
And was struck by
The beauty that lay
At her feet
The billowing clouds
Floated in a sky of blue
The mountain stood tall
That engulfed in its
Majestic beauty
As far as the eye can see
The grass as green
As the meadows of spring
The morning sunshine
Shines down upon you
Its beauty, its splendors
At Mother Natures poetic strings
Caressing the child
That looks with innocent eyes
That moves your soul
And takes your breath away
Oh what a sight
That befalls unto thee
Are we not lucky to be?
Apart of this Majestic scene
poem by Kaila George
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Waiting in the Sunset (Sonnet 7)
The moment I hear the waves crash and tear
At the walls of my shelter, slowly worn
Slowly giving way, with little to spare
Little to gain from the old, dead and torn
The moment I take flight; the moment sworn
The moment I see that tasteful sunset
That beautiful glance at your face adorned
With colors gleaming, fading; I regret
I hang me head lowly I just can't let
You slip away this one last tempting time
I have to savor the moment I met
You, words could not pantomime
The one moment I could receive you fading
Fading in the sunset, I have to stop waiting
poem by Robert Lawrence
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Green Green Grass Of Queensland
Wind rocking sway through cloudy sky
My eyeballs fixed on pure smile face
On Byron beach, mirror calm bay
Passed a tiny hole of Ausie law
Lay down over green green grass
Seat over horse's saddle, eying the cows
Anxiety heart turn to peacefully
In the middle of jokes of mixing couple
The job killed the memory of cheeky girls
In my hometown and Borneo island
But longing of Nun Hilla, Nun Baun
Timor homeland villages
Haunting, never fade away
Surrounded by multicolor garden flowers
Green green grass of ranches environment
And traditional Savu scraps in Whites resident
The copy of my beloved homeland
In the break time never stop learning
Writing arts class I am yearning
With beautiful students around
But my wounded soul kept sour
My heart insisted to going home
poem by Pinondang Situmeang
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A Patriotic Stance
i have decided now, i will not go to another place
there is no other place than this
i am singing here and writing poems for my loved ones
whatever i do here turns out to be pleasing
and my heart beautifully sings for the living
what can i ask more of myself, or of this place where i was born
wherever i look or turn my gaze
i always see the blooming flowers and green bushes
my years are spent but not wasted, nothing is ever destroyed
whatever is sown, grows here
whatever is built remains strong
i can't find another country
this country has been so good to me
i will walk its streets, i may grow old in the same neighborhood
there are always ships and roads but i am not going anywhere
i have chosen now & this
i live here and shall die here
there is no other.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Verdant Lands of Spring
(from the title of an NLP anthology) Spring rains begin, to refresh the land,
An' beautiful spring flowers begin, to make their stand,
Orange pink blue yellow and every pretty color,
Decorating the hillsides, in a truly rich splendor,
Making their appearance, after cold winter nights,
And the cold wind that to me, seemed really a fright,
Yet now everywhere, it's turning luscious green,
An' beautiful spring birds, will soon be seen,
Now sweet peas blue bonnet flowers an' daffodils,
Are coloring an' dotting the meadows an' hills,
An' springtime can last as long as it wills,
An' I'll never complain o' the fresh spring rains,
That refresh an' green up, the lovely hills an' plains,
An' meadows for sheep an' cattle an' stallions alike,
An' am getting myself ready, for a long fiel' hike,
An' there will be calves an' lambs, an' colts very soon,
And plenty of grass and plenty of room,
As the verdant lands of spring, burst into bloom.
poem by George Kick
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1,2,3!
I did it once,
You did it twice,
They did it trice;
1,2,3!
Playing around in the garden of love when,
The beautiful flowers started blooming;
But, there is no place like home.
Pump, dump, lump, crump, clump, jump!
And by doing what is right always;
For, the beautiful flowers have started blooming.
Rump, trump, grump, slump, sump, hump!
For, i did it once and you did it twice;
But, they did it trice! !
1,2,3!
Playing around in the garden of love when,
The beautiful flowers started blooming;
But, there is no place like home.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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