Culpable
Re-echoing.
The words we spoke but now regret.
Re-echoing.
The pain they caused still lingering
although not meant to cause upset.
They are not easy to forget.
Re- echoing
(Rondelet/18-Jun-07)
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Kaif
I love the silence Im in.
I think I dreamed this before
Some lives seem so incomplete
Some just keep coming back for more
Where did the time go? (echoing) (*3)
I cant remember how it end
Dont even know who I am
A fading memory
A fading image redrawn
Cant wait for ever more
Where did the time go? (echoing) (*3)
Remember things I never said
Ive seen the faces before
I hope the future is dead
The dead keep asking for more
Where did the time go? (echoing) (*3)
song performed by by Ministry
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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1. The Stair
the quietness of the
setting sun is haunting
the hurried chirp of
the returning swallows
echoing round the school
evokes a forlorness this
evening chill works to thicken
those flighty years have
come back like swallows
to roost, each echoing
a pain, a joy, a tear, a
smile, a hug, a kiss, a loss
each step of this stair
spins a tale, walks me up
a time warp of yearnings
and disillusions
the stair where a thousand
dreams were spun and another
thousand trailed the wind
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Carillon
Alone
I sit in the dusk and see
Surely the living faces, dear to me,
Of comrades who have thrown
All that they had, the fruit of all desire,
Upon an altar fire.
They heard,
Above all clamour of the crowd,
The music of their own hearts throbbing loud
Until the air was stirred
Into a summoning harmony; and so
We saw them rise, and go.
The sound,
That love set ringing in those years
Of agony, exultation, voiceless fears,
And hopes now underground,
Shall not be silenced; it is thrilling yet,
And we shall not forget.
But clear
The mellow tone of mingled notes,
Triumph and sorrow made one spirit, floats
To my prophetic ear;
That is their music echoing, echoing still
From our remembering hill.
poem by John Le Gay Brereton
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Unstrung
My skies were blue, and my sun was bright,
And, with fingers tender and strong and light,
He woke up the music that slept before—
Echoing, echoing evermore!
By-and-by, my skies grew grey;—
No master-touch on the harp-strings lay,—
Dead silence cradled the notes divine:
His soul had wander'd away from mine.
Idly, o'er strange harps swept his hand,
Seeking for music more wild and grand.
He wearied at last of his fruitless quest,
And he came again to my harp for rest.
But the dust lay thick on the golden wires,
And they would not thrill to the old desires.
The chords, so broken and jarred with pain,
Could never be tender and sweet again.
poem by Ada Cambridge
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Voices Cryin Out
Voices cryin out, voices cryin out
Voices cryin out in the night hear them call
Voices cryin out hear them call
Its a night
Like no other night
Its a day
Almost turning grey
Its a heart
Like a broken heart
Its a wheel
At the end of day
Its the plight
Of a boy whos scared
Of the waves rushing out
And the wind in the air
Its the sight
Of one longing to taste
Of life
Voices crying out in the night hear them call
Voices from some foreign shore
Visions that seem an incredible dream
Echoing for more
Voices crying out in the night hear them call
Voices crying out hear them call
Its a song
Of a love unsung
Its the pain
Of just being young
Its a cry
Of a voice unheard
Of a face
Speaking silent words
Its the hope
That the time goes by
Take you upon a wing
Teach your soul to fly
Its a wish
That youll live your experience life
Voices crying out in the night hear them call
Voices from some foreign shore
Vision that seem an incredible dream
Echoing for more
Voices crying out in the night hear them call
Voices crying out hear them call
Oh do you know how it feels to be free
Walking your path of life
Embracing destiny one day at a time
Voices cryin out...oh cant you hear them
Voices cryin out...listen please, listen to the future
Voices cryin out...millions and millions and millions of voices
Voices cryin out...oh oh oh oh
Voices crying out in the night hear them call
Voices from some foreign shore
Vision that seem an incredible dream
Echoing for more
Voices crying out in the night hear them call
Voices crying out hear them call
Voices crying out in the night hear them call
Voices from some foreign shore
Vision that seem an incredible dream
Echoing for more
Voices cryin out
Voices cryin out
Voices cryin out...
song performed by by Donna Summer
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The Echoing Sounds Of The Ocean Waves
I LISTEN TO THE ECHOING SOUNDS
OF THE OCEAN WAVES HITTING THE SHORE
AND THE SEAGULS FLYING DOWN
TRYING TO CATCH MORE
WHILE MOUNTAINS SEEM SO FAR
AND THE PEOPLE ON THERE SAIL BOATS WAVING
NOT KNOWING WHO YOU ARE
AND TIME DON'T MOVE THE HOURS STAND STILL
WHEN YOUR OUT IN THE OCEAN ENJOYING THE AIR
NOW THE SWEET BREEZE RUFFLES YOUR HAIR
BUT YOU DON'T CARE
YOUR JUST LETTING YOUR SELF BE FREE
JUST LISTENING TO ECHOING SOUNDS
OF THE OCEAN WAVES HITTING THE SHORE
poem by Bruce Martone
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Solitude, Singing
Being alone is knowing
That in in this solitary splendour
Solitude, stark and staring,
Solitude, singing a lullaby
Solitude, singing a dirge
Surrounded by so many sundry things;
Things seen and unseen
Factors known and unknown
Solitude singing softly, chanting without ranting
Solitude’s songs that sing of solemn things
Silence singing golden songs
Silence healing ancient wrongs
If only silence could be
More than a memory
More than history
Silence can be more than words
Empty words echoing in an empty world
Echoing in empty valleys
Silence unspoken, unspoken, unbroken
Transfixed by time.
poem by Rani Turton
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Finally
So it's over now (finally)
I'm beneath
And I'm crawling out
On my knees
I can hear what you said
Echoing in my head
I'm losing...myself
Now I'm cold on the floor
And I don't care anymore
Cause its over...it's over
I can feel
Like it's real
Now I can finally feel
So I guess it's over now
And you broke me down somehow
Now I'm faltering
I can see - I can be
I can leave and shut you out
So I'm leaving now (somehow)
Underneath
As I slowly drown
Finally
I can hear what you said
Echoing in my head
I'm losing...myself
I'm shaking deep inside
I'm having trouble breathing
I need somewhere to hide
Away cause I am healing
song performed by by Trust Company from The Lonely Position of Neutral
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Your Nude Knees
I am as mute as the cathedral, and I
Am dreaming
And all of this is the reason that the snow falls
Across the television:
I don’t suppose it is anything entirely beautiful
But then it was just the weather
Across the television in her high heels
And then I guess I knew what it was you
Were talking about through the echoes
Or through the trees while there was still
A reason and it remained echoing- echoing
Across the forgotten chassis-
While the sweet- sweet pornographies sang
Of the open estuaries of your nude
Elbows- or, or they sang as well of your
Open estuaries of your nude- or
Your nude knees.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Wandering Singers
WHERE the voice of the wind calls our wandering feet,
Through echoing forest and echoing street,
With lutes in our hands ever-singing we roam,
All men are our kindred, the world is our home.
Our lays are of cities whose lustre is shed,
The laughter and beauty of women long dead;
The sword of old battles, the crown of old kings,
And happy and simple and sorrowful things.
What hope shall we gather, what dreams shall we sow?
Where the wind calls our wandering footsteps we go.
No love bids us tarry, no joy bids us wait:
The voice of the wind is the voice of our fate.
poem by Sarojini Naidu
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The Echoing Green
The Sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells’ cheerful sound,
While our sports shall be seen
On the Echoing Green.
Old John, with white hair,
Does laugh away care,
Sitting under the oak,
Among the old folk.
They laugh at our play,
And soon they all say:
‘Such, such were the joys
When we all, girls & boys,
In our youth time were seen
On the echoing green.’
Till the little ones, weary,
No more can be merry;
The sun does descend,
And our sports have an end.
Round the laps of their mothers
Many sisters and brothers,
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest,
And sport no more seen
On the darkening Green.
poem by William Blake from Songs of Innocence (1789)
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Rising Sun, Setting Sun
how nice it is to be some birds
especially the little feathery ones
so economical and heavenly they are on speech
but when they do talk, they are usually music for the ears
echoing in the mountains, and valleys, and canyons
a gentle orchestra for the rising sun, setting sun
how nice it is to be some birds
especially the little feathery ones
so economical and heavenly they are on speech
but when they do talk, they are usually music for the ears
echoing in the mountains, and valleys, and canyons
tying up the loose ends of creation
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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echoing -
the laughter of
General Winter
haiku by Hidenori Hiruta
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Is This The Reason You've Been Distant
Should one forgive and forget,
An intentional 'slighting' done?
The kind that is directed and meant,
From a mind in pre-meditative stages.
I've gotten tired of being the one to understand.
By those who quickly accept and forget,
Before the carelessness of thought begins...
The same shhh...stuff, again!
Can you hear what I am saying?
You could at least nod your head.
And pretend I am worthy,
Of 'some' of your attention!
Should one forgive and forget,
An intentional 'slighting' done?
The kind that is directed and meant,
From a mind in pre-meditative stages?
'How do you think I should answer that?
Tell me how do you wish for me to respond?
I don't want either one of us to get upset.
Nor do I wish to say something I might regret.
How do you think I should answer that?
And what would you do and think of next? '
I've understood and given you attention.
But from you 'that' I don't get.
Whether or not I am upset.
The only thing I wish we had that I do regret,
Is communication.
And how that prolongs happiness in a relationship.
'If one is not happy why doesn't one leave? '
Like you have already done?
Is that what you are saying to me?
Are you saying,
You have long gone...
And I am told by you in third person?
Is this the reason you've been distant?
With an eagerness to dismiss yourself,
When I begin to reminisce.
And the chill I feel in the air,
Comes from a cold shoulder!
Waiting to be warmed in someone else's arms.
I should be alarmed by this.
But I am not.
You've taught me to expect,
Anything from you.
And I do.
Yes...
I do!
I have even regretted I once had said that to you too!
When it was meant,
I believed it!
Before the games began.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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old brass bell
echoing still
the school years
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Thirst Lips
To me her goodbye meant
I will see you again at a different place
At a different time
It meant goodbye to my heaven like journey
Expressed in ways only our steaming bodies
Can explain as our thirst lips lived happily
In the comfort of the sweetness of her love
It meant goodbye to unfulfilled promises
It meant postponed dreams
It meant lost desires
She was like a melody in my thoughts
She was like song danced with the feet of lovers
Played in the silence of voices
Echoing in a lovers heart
Paving the art of endearing affectionate expressions
In lips where truth smiles ageless wonders
Tingling a holocaust of emotions
That can only be forgotten at the kiss of death
Indeed she is the shadow of platonic dreams
poem by Irenio Irenaeus Bero
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And my generation in Brazil was influenced by Cinema Novo. So we're echoing what's been done way in the past.
quote by Walter Salles
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Slipping Away
I won't let you down
The words you said to me
It's echoing the sound
Of what would never be
I'm standing here alone
The memories remain
The same familiar home
But nothing looks the same
And I'm standing here alone
Can't tell if I'm awake
Reality is gone
In a dream I can't escape
You said
Hold on
But I feel like
I'm slipping away
I'm getting through it now
I guess it's plain to see
That everything I am
Is not everything you need
song performed by by Trust Company from The Lonely Position of Neutral
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Orders
The words pound at my head,
Echoing even in the darkest part.
Being heard through anything.
I fell like Cinderella,
Taking orders, doing everything
That you're too lazy to do.
Only I don't have a happily ever after.
I hear the orders that you tell me.
Do this, do that, do that exactly right.
Just be prepared,
Because one of these days Im going to stare you down
And say 'Go to hell.'
poem by Nightshade Starlight
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The Echoing Green
he shares his dream
with his friends;
the trees, birds,
blooms and sea
in shades of blue,
red, green and brown
he carries his dream
from place to place
always with a song
a poem in his heart
come rain or shine
the breeze brings out
his dream in strange ways
splashes, splotches,
points, dots, surrealism,
inspiration trails his soul
he lets go of his dream
like a breeze
amid the sparkles,
glitters of the sea
profusely, it flows, flows
out of himself
as he negotiates his ways
through all his friends
sharing their tales
with the world
in shades of blue,
red, green and brown
inspired by
'The Echoing Green'
The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies.
The merry bells ring
To welcome the spring.
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around,
To the bells' cheerful sound,
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing green.
Old John with white hair
Does laugh away care,
Sitting under the oak,
Among the old folk.
They laugh at our play,
And soon they all say:
'Such, such were the joys
When we all, girls and boys,
In our youth-time were seen
On the echoing green.'
Till the little ones weary
No more can be merry;
The sun does descend,
And our sports have an end.
Round the laps of their mother
Many sisters and brothers,
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest;
And sport no more seen
On the darkening green.
- William Blake
(1757-1827)
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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