Global warming; phooey
The morning breaks it’s dull and grey
another wretched winter’s day.
There’s some mistake the month is May.
It’s not a day I have to say
to rise up smiling from your bed
far better stay and sleep instead
Enjoy the dreams which fill your head.
There’s little more that can be said.
Perhaps tomorrow will be bright
I will awake to bright sunlight
and greet the new day with delight.
The weather man has got it right.
But then again he might not do
another day for feeling blue.
28-May-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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You will stay in my heart - Original by Rabindranath Tagore
Babe you will stay in my heart so bright
As if a lovely quiet moonlit night!
My life and youthfulness
My world of truthfulness
You will fill with glory like the night
Babe you will stay in my heart so bright!
Your lonely eyes will stay awake to see me!
Part of dress will cover up my body!
My shame, pain and sorrow
Dreams that shape tomorrow
You will fill with sweet smell like the night
Babe you will stay in my heart so bright!
poem by Asif Andalib
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A Bright And Sunny Day
A bright and sunny day in the Winter it makes one happy to be alive
A nice day to go out the Country if one had a car for to drive
Or to have a walk in the parkland and enjoy the Winter sunshine
Last night it was windy and raining this sort of weather suits me fine,
It is said of Victoria's weather that you get four Seasons in a day
It rains and becomes chilly and windy and skies become clouded and gray
And then the sun burns through the cumulus making everywhere warm and bright
And sparrows in the sunlit hedgerows are chirping in the Winter sunlight,
A bright and sunny day in the Winter and not a rain cloud in the sky
A typical Winter's day in Victoria what one might expect of July
The State of four Seasons in one day of chilly wind and of sunshine and rain
The magpie he pipes in all weather and the breeding frogs sing in the drain,
A bright and sunny day in the Winter and not a rain cloud in the sky
In the State of four Seasons in one day quite typical one might say for July.
poem by Francis Duggan
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My Bougainvillea
Let it crawl and grow
Things that nature sow
Bright red and blue
Just might be right for you
My Bougainvillea petals blossoming lovely red
Its crawling veins clutching the neighbor's wall without being said
The flowery petal didn’t seem to be in pain
Even though cold winter morning sunlight nothing much to gain
How could I have allowed my flowery plant on my neighbors wall to grow
Well I just hoped Mrs. Basket might just enjoy the sprouting flower show
Let it crawl and grow
Things that nature sow
Bright red and blue
Just might be right for you
But alas my bougainvillea I was terrible wrong
With my views had grown to strong
Said Mrs. Basket-Hello bougainvillea you sure are lovely bright red and blue
But I really am sorry this wall is just not for you
Without a wall for my bougainvillea to grow and lean on too
Her beautiful red petals shrank like a once majestic lion, now caged in a zoo
So I have made up my mind to go over to Mrs Baskets one fine day
And plead to allow the bougainvillea to grow over her wall this summer month of May
So I hope to say to Mrs Basket
Let it crawl and grow
Things that nature sow
Bright red and blue
Just might be right for you
poem by Tashi Dorji
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Grey Skies In July
We are now well in to the month of July,
But above my head, there's a leaden sky.
For days on end, it has constantly rained,
And I must say that it's a right old pain.
Every time that I step out of my door,
The Heavens open and it begins to pour.
This awful weather is getting me down:
My once sunny smile has turned to a frown.
When it rains, it rains nearly all the day long;
For the middle of summer, it feels so wrong.
In July, we should be getting long days of sun,
But, so far, this month, we've had hardly none.
I hate these days which are dreary and dull;
With this wet weather, there is hardly a lull.
It was on the radio, that I heard one morning,
Half of Britain had severe weather warnings.
Around the sodden streets, everyone rushes.
Packed to full capacity, are our local buses.
I dare not leave home without my coat.
Very soon, I'll be needing to buy a boat!
Like many others, I don't mind confessing,
That I find this weather pretty depressing.
I want this weather to be over and done:
Rain every single day, is certainly no fun.
They say that sunny weather is on its way,
And I'm really looking forward to that day.
Let us all hope that, for the rest of July,
We'll see some sun and bright blue skies.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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One Bright Star
One bright star in the vast unknown
A blazing ember in the night sky shone
Reminding me that I'm not alone...............
One bright star;
One bright star in the evening sky
Holds its own where the angels fly
Anchors the bond between you and I............
One bright star;
One bright star that I wish upon
The first to rise when the sun is gone
Lights my way 'til the early dawn.............
One bright star;
One bright star In the midnight blue
Holds the dreams that I dream of you
Take my hand and I'll lead you to
One bright star.
10/18/2009
Waiting For A Blue Sky
He sits upon the empty sand
and gazes up to the endless grey
The weathered face
and battered hands
Protest the soul
that carried them so far this way
The beaten skin
is turning to a wrinkled smile
And his eyes light up
and give his soul away
He said, I'm waiting for a blue sky
I am waiting for a bright day
I'll be there thru the wind and rain
Don't care what anybody says
I'm waiting for a morning bright
that fills the day with all its clean bright light
I'm waiting for a blue sky
I'm waiting for a blue sky
I'm waiting for a bright day
I'll be there thru the wind and rain
Don't care what anyone else says
I'm waiting for a morning bright
that fills the day with all its clean bright light
I'm waiting for a blue sky
song performed by by Chris Rea
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The Same Old Sun
Eric woolfson - lead vocal
Tell me what to do
Now the light in my life is gone from me
Is it always the same
Is the night never ending
Tell me what to do
All the hopes and the dreams went wrong for me
Theres a smile on my face
But Im only pretending
Taking my life
One day at a time
Cause I cant think what else to do
Taking some time
To make up my mind
When theres no one to ask but you
The same old sun would shine in the morning
The same bright eyes would welcome me home
And the moon would rise way over my head
And get through the night alone
And the same old sun will shine in the morning
The same bright stars will welcome me home
And the clouds will rise way over my head
Ill get through the night on my own
Tell me what to do
Now theres nobody watching over me
If I seem to be calm
Well its all an illusion
Tell me what to do
When the fear of the night comes over me
Theres a smile on my face
Just to hide the confusion
Taking my life
One day at a time
Cause I cant think what else to do
Taking some time
To make up my mind
When theres no one to ask but you
The same old sun would shine in the morning
The same bright eyes would welcome me home
And the moon would rise way over my head
And get through the night alone
And the same old sun will shine in the morning
The same bright stars will welcome me home
And the clouds will rise way over my head
Ill get through the night on my own
song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
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A ray of light! !
A Ray of Light
I opend up window in the moon light
Moonfairy shining bright
Giving up a ray of light
All haunted dreams shimering the sky
A Ray of Ligh
t
Telling the stories of past
Wid the charm of its night
Where Stars smiling bright
A Ray of light
Holding sky in hand
Looking for another night
O my! its moonlight
Drops appearing in bright light
Givvng the hope of morning bright
A Ray of Light
Hold my hand n let it fall
Coz its coming of day light
music playng lovely n delight
A Ray of Light
poem by Somia Race
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Sleeping And Waking
I Had a dream-I lay upon thy breast,
In that sweet place where we lay long ago:
I thought the morning woodbine to and fro
With playful shadows whipped away my rest,
And in my sleep I cried to thee, too blest,
'Rise, oh my love, the morning sun is bright,
Let us arise, oh love, let us arise;
The flowers awake, the lark is in the skies,
I will array myself in my delight,
And we will-' and I woke to death and night!
poem by Sydney Thompson Dobell
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Angel's Kiss
being kissed awake by an angel
her bright beauty enfolding
gently coaxing to come
leading you to greet the dawn
first rays of sunlight
kissing your bare skin
her love, bright as the sun
like wings cover your nakedness
this heavenly gift of love
in your arms, yours to adore
poem by Persian Khushi
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Sunlight
I can’t wait for tomorrow
To see a brand new day
I think about the morning
And it warms my heart
The morning sunlight
That brings me hope
The sunlight
That keeps me to smile
Oh sunlight… don’t you know
How much joy you had brought to me?
I go dance with the trees
To the tune of gasping leaves
Sunlight, Oh sunlight
Show me the way
For a brighter day
Shine on me like a guiding light
Bring me the love
That I can feel deep inside of me
Come to me
And light my window pane
For today, you are my angel
Oh sunlight, my sunlight
Stay close to me
As I feel your power
That embraces me
For today and tomorrow
You’ll be there beside me
Oh sunlight….
You’re my laughter, my friend
My life, my joy
Oh sunlight….! ! !
poem by Cheryl Aldea
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Sky is Blue!
Sky is blue
White clouds paint it snowy
That is very true
Sky may be gloomy or showy
Clouds like to wander
Know No Time nor Calender
What a Wonder!
Don't worry or ponder
Dreams are Castles in the air,
Floating High, on cloud nine
Dreams do come true, free and fair;
Sweet Dreams are hopes refine
Birds chirp in the Morning
Rise and shine after Yawning
Kids love Singing and Dancing
Easy to learn after Playing
Garden has many Flowers
Night has plenty of Stars
Enjoy the Day and the Night
Always Stay Happy and Bright!
poem by Manjeshwari P MYSORE
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The Morning Watch
'Tis near the morning watch, the dim lamp burns
But scarcely shows how dark the slumbering street;
No sound of life the silent mart returns;
No friends from house to house their neighbors greet;
It is the sleep of death; a deeper sleep
Than e'er before on mortal eyelids fell;
No stars above the gloom their places keep;
No faithful watchmen of the morning tell;
Yet still they slumber on, though rising day
Hath through their windows poured the awakening light;
Or, turning in their sluggard trances, say—
'There yet are many hours to fill the night;'
They rise not yet; while on the bridegroom goes
'Till he the day's bright gates forever on them close!
poem by Jones Very
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Smiling Sun
Smiling Sun
The night of slumber is over
Here comes the lovely Sun
Smiling brightly to everyone
All creatures gathers
And theyre all having fun
Flower s are blossoming
While butterflies are rounding
Children are playing
Everybodys enjoying
As the lovely sun smiling so bright
Everybodys in good delight
Come out now enjoy the fun
Cast your worries be of one
And leave everything to the smiling sun
D.C.D.18.09.2009
poem by Desiree C. D.
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Where does the Winter go?
There goes the Winter, sulkily slinking
Somewhere behind the trees on the hill.
He caught a vision of sweet Spring prinking
In green before her mirror---the rill.
And he turned away
With his face quite grey,
And he went without ever a glance behind him
But I want to know
Which way does he go,
And does anyone ever try to find him?
Is he caught to the sky in a burst of thunder
And tucked away in the clouds to sleep?
Or does he go down to the sea, I wonder,
And fling himself out where the waves roll deep?
Is he washed ashore
After tossings sore,
And found by some fisherman, pale and dying?
On some lonely beach
Beyond human reach
Still and stark is poor Winter lying?
Or climbs he up, with his grey head drooping,
Yon purple mountain that hides the sun,
And stooping and rising, rising and stooping,
Digs a grave where never was one?
And then lies down
In his grey, pale gown
A prayer on his lips, and his hands together?
"What tears will they shed
Because I am dead?
They will dance on my grave all the bright Spring weather."
Oh! Winter, Winter, my tears are falling,
Are you glad of the tears of a little child?
Though Spring is abroad and calling, calling,
I cling to the edge of your cloak so wild.
And I kiss your hand
And I understand,
And I smooth your proor grey head, low-lying,
Ah! I cannot sing
Just yet with the Spring
While Winter, Winter, is pale and dying.
poem by Ethel Turner
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Let’s Hope
As I look out my window
only blue skies, do I see
and a bright yellow orb, the sun
shines down on me.
No more grey skies
and thoughts of blue days.
The sky is cleared
and smiling once again.
Summer has finally greeted
us all today.
Let us hope now that its here to stay
and will hold the rain clouds at bay.
8 May 2005
poem by David Harris
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Bright Grey
She says that he's pouring fuel on the fire
He turns around and calls her a liar
She says i'm trying to reach a higher plan
Someone around here's sane
God only knows if it's you or me
He says that she's jealous just like a female
She says i caught you i went through your e-mail
He says it getting so hard jsut to be male now
Somebody tell me how
God only knows why we're enemines
Hey - why doesn't someone say
This dull blakc and white should fall away
Please - tell me it's not jus tme
Can't wait until we're all birght grey
Bright grey
she packs her baggage and goes home to mother
he says go on 'cos he's sick of being smothered
how did it get this way?
god only knows how it used to be
Hey - why doesn't someone say
This dull blakc and white should fall away
Please - tell me it's not jus tme
Can't wait until we're all birght grey
Bright grey
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Sleep Well
Sleep well my dear
And may you find the morning bright
And may your dreams of fond delight
Entrance you while you slumber.
Sleep well my dear
And may angels dance in fairytales
And ships float by with magic sails
To delight you while you slumber.
Sleep well my dear
And may your cares float clear away
And may you hear me softly say
I love you while you slumber.
poem by David Keig
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October's Bright Blue Weather
O suns and skies and clouds of June,
And flowers of June together,
Ye cannot rival for one hour
October's bright blue weather;
When loud the bumblebee makes haste,
Belated, thriftless vagrant,
And goldenrod is dying fast,
And lanes with grapes are fragrant;
When gentians roll their fingers tight
To save them for the morning,
And chestnuts fall from satin burrs
Without a sound of warning;
When on the ground red apples lie
In piles like jewels shining,
And redder still on old stone walls
Are leaves of woodbine twining;
When all the lovely wayside things
Their white-winged seeds are sowing,
And in the fields still green and fair,
Late aftermaths are growing;
When springs run low, and on the brooks,
In idle golden freighting,
Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush
Of woods, for winter waiting;
When comrades seek sweet country haunts,
By twos and twos together,
And count like misers, hour by hour,
October's bright blue weather.
O sun and skies and flowers of June,
Count all your boasts together,
Love loveth best of all the year
October's bright blue weather.
poem by Helen Hunt Jackson
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Lily-Bell and Thistledown Song I
Awake! Awake! for the earliest gleam
Of golden sunlight shines
On the rippling waves, that brightly flow
Beneath the flowering vines.
Awake! Awake! for the low, sweet chant
Of the wild-birds' morning hymn
Comes floating by on the fragrant air,
Through the forest cool and dim;
Then spread each wing,
And work, and sing,
Through the long, bright sunny hours;
O'er the pleasant earth
We journey forth,
For a day among the flowers.
Awake! Awake! for the summer wind
Hath bidden the blossoms unclose,
Hath opened the violet's soft blue eye,
And awakened the sleeping rose.
And lightly they wave on their slender stems
Fragrant, and fresh, and fair,
Waiting for us, as we singing come
To gather our honey-dew there.
Then spread each wing,
And work, and sing,
Through the long, bright sunny hours;
O'er the pleasant earth
We journey forth,
For a day among the flowers.
poem by Louisa May Alcott
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