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Impulse - 1140 - Initial Version

Beyond the heartache and the dark
lush echoes of the [s]winging lark,
while distillation purifies
hushed moonshine seen through sharing eyes.

Beyond the throttle thread, then hark
to thrush's rush, let anguish stark
from dust to dust itself supplies
return, as shared emotions rise.

Beyond all stares segmented park
predispositions unkind, mark
of Christmas Past imprinted. Wise
is [s]he who comes to realize
what's sought beyond thought may be found,
what's caught is freed when fond waves sound.

(3 April 2005)

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Beyond sore heartache, door more dark
[f]lush echoes of the [s]winging lark,
pulse empathetic purifies
hushed moonshine seen through sharing eyes.

Beyond head throttled thread then hark
to thrush's rush, let anguish stark
from dust to dust itself supplies
return, let shared emotions rise.

(4 August 2009)

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Dead Love

Dead love, by treason slain, lies stark,
White as a dead stark-stricken dove:
None that pass by him pause to mark
Dead love.

His heart, that strained and yearned and strove
As toward the sundawn strives the lark,
Is cold as all the old joy thereof.

Dead men, re-risen from dust, may hark
When rings the trumpet blown above:
It will not raise from out the dark
Dead love.

poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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The Knight's Return

Hark! hark! hark!
The lark sings high in the dark.
The were wolves mutter, the night hawks moan,
The raven croaks from the Raven-stone;
What care I for his boding groan,
Riding the moorland to come to mine own?
Hark! hark! hark!
The lark sings high in the dark.

Hark! hark! hark!
The lark sings high in the dark.
Long have I wander'd by land and by sea,
Long have I ridden by moorland and lea;
Yonder she sits with my babe on her knee,
Sits at the window and watches for me!
Hark! hark! hark!
The lark sings high in the dark.

Written for music, 1857.

poem by Charles Kingsley
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Stark

All matter and existence
build from the concept of quark
Stark

Everything you need for life
Fits on one Arc
Stark

A misty graveyard with just
the song of the Lark
Stark

The raving madness that takes hold
and makes you bark
Stark

The cutting bluntness
of a succinct remark
Stark

Barren, the searing desert.
I fight the urge to disembark
Stark

A broken mind, in the shade
of depression, so dark
Stark

A winters morn alone
on a bench in an empty park
Stark

poem by Stevie Taite
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All matter that existence here
constructed of quark?
Stark

Everything you need for life
Fits one arc?
Stark

A misty graveyard with only
Song of Lark
Stark

Raving madness that takes hold
Makes you bark
Stark

Cutting bluntness of succinct remark
Stalks like shark
Stark

Barron, the searing hot desert
Must not disembark
Stark

Broken mind, shades
under depression
So very dark
Stark

Winters morn sitting on bench
In empty park
Stark

poem by Stevie Taite
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After You Speak

After you speak
And what you meant
Is plain,
My eyes
Meet yours that mean,
With your cheeks and hair,
Something more wise,
More dark,
And far different.
Even so the lark
Loves dust
And nestles in it
The minute
Before he must
Soar in lone flight
So far,
Like a black star
He seems -
A mote
Of singing dust
Afloat
Above,
The dreams
And sheds no light.
I know your lust
Is love.

poem by Edward Thomas
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Hark! Hark My Soul!

Hark! Hark my soul!
For the ngels are singing for my works;
And like your lovely muse in the land of peace.
A galloping horse,
Hark! Hark my soul!
And like sagging spirits and the zest of life;
But, it sounded very scary to me.
Hark, Clark, park, bark, lark, mark, cark, dark, natk, quark;
But, it sounded very scary to me!
However, the angels were singing all day long for my works.
Fable, talbe, stable, able, cable, babble, grabble, parable;
But, it sound very scary to me!
And like the seagull in the land of your muse,
But, help me that i may not fail into the hands of the wrong crowd.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Cho

It takes a family on this issue to make it right,
Heather, weather, feather, leather, breather;
But now, i remember! !
Dark, ark, park, lark, bark, cark, Clark, stark, hark, mark, Mark, nark, quark;
And like a better day and a sad day in the land of your muse!
But, i now remember.
Better,
Bitter,
Batter,
Butter,
Blotter;
And like Cho my friend in the land of your sweet muse!
But it takes a family to solve this issue at hand.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Following the Recipe of Ancient Syrio-Greek Magicians

Said an aesthete: "What distillation from magic herbs
can I find—what distillation, following the recipe
of ancient Greco-Syrian magicians—
that will bring back to me for one day (if its power
doesn't last longer) or even for a few hours,
my twenty-third year,
bring back to me my friend of twenty-two,
his beauty, his love.

What distillation, following the recipe
of ancient Greco-Syrian magicians, can be found
to bring back also—as part of this return of things past—
even the little room we shared."

poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Bud Free - Anagram Acrostic

BUD FREE!

BEYOND YE BOND which terrifies
UNITE! UNTIE! shed all disguise,
DRAW joy WARD off, REEF FREE dark skies.
Knit I AM AIM to WE IS - WISE.
ROSE, SORE, RETWINS, WINTERS defies.
IN ONE I NONE FILE LIFE. Arise!
STREAM MASTER – HEART ART HE supplies
The SMILE which MILES DROPS, PRODS surprise.
Your WOLF’S growl grows FLOWS fertilize.
PART is a TRAP, - LO US! - SOUL ties
In knots HER 'MY' - in RHYME it dies.
The PAGE does GAPE? Just realize
ALL mirrors ALL in different guise
FOR TUNES trump FORTUNE’S flighty eyes.
READ, DEAR, SURE RUSE personifies
Each VERSE to SERVE sans compromise.
Each REVERSE REVERES replies,
Vocation EVIL VILE denies, -
END Lion’s DEN, REEF FREE, cease sighs
RESPOND PONDERS, Reaction dies.
Sight clear can LEAP, PEAL off past lies....
Each THEME MET, HE, GAME MAGE, gains prize!

5 April 2005
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BUD FREE IN TIME, SHAPE YOUR HEART'S VISION THROUGH VERSE

BEYOND YE BOND which terrifies
UNITE! UNTIE! PROD, DROP disguise,
DRAW joy WARD off REEF, FREE dark skies.
FOR TUNES trump FORTUNE’S flighty eyes.
READ, DEAR, SURE RUSE personifies
Each VERSE to SERVE sans compromise.
Each REVERSE REVERES replies.
ITEM EMIT for as TIME flies
No MITE, POOL LOOP, personnifies
The DEW WED, so NODE DONE advise
IT RIPS the SPIRIT – so scribe’s highs
May LOWS SLOW link, revise.
Easy WOLF FLOW satisfies.
Splice I AM AIM to WE IS - WISE.
HEART'S ARTS HE MASTERS STREAMS supplies
As SMILE which MILES DROPS, PRODS surprise.
PART STALE TALE's TRAP, - LO US! - SOUL ties
Each THREAD - no DEARTH - needs systemize
You EDIT TIDE DIET DEED despise
Objections COLD CLOD compromise.
URGES SURGE FROM FORMal guise,
REACT, TRACE NOW WON OWN enterprise.
He who GUIDES IS in DISGUISE
Each GENIC ZERO RECOGNIZE -
ALL mirrors ALL in different guise -
Response to dark INSURES SUNRISE!
The PAGE does GAPE? Just realize
Sometimes it OVERSIMPLIFIES
Verse low for LO IMPs IMPROVISE
IDEAS ASIDE on SITE link TIES -
Some POLEMICS, where one COMPLIES
In ONE COMPILES, NEO BUSY BUYS,
Or, FACE ITS SIN it SANCTIFIES
Naught - for I SIMPLE e'er IMPLIES
The rhyme IS SUPPLE and SUPPLIES
Here sharing and 'I SCREED' DECRIES.
Rubbish IT CHASES to CHASTISE
Or TEACH not CHEAT, through verse RITES TRIES
Uses INTACT, IN TACT rectifes,
Good SIRE, to RISE above weak cries.
Here knots HER 'MY' - in RHYME it flies -
Vocation EVIL, VILE, denies.
END prison DEN, let VERSE SERVE guys!
RESPOND PONDERS, Reaction dies.
Sight clear can LEAP, PEAL fast past lies...
Each THEME MET, HE, GAME MAGE, gains prize!

12 April 2005
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A Footprint, A Face...

do not mountains,
trees, and rivers live
their time, and die?
does not the sun
rise in the morning
only to lay down at night?
are not universes born of dust,
only to return to dust?
why should we be any different?

all that lives but a fleeting glimpse
into the workings of eternity.
yet everything that comes and goes
leaves an indelible mark,
a footprint on the water,
a face put to the wind!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Sometimes I am amazed of the magic that is done

It all started with something insignificant
Like dust,
Sticking on a window pane, and I want it
Dusted off, it is dirt, it is unwanted,
And I do not even know what to do next
About such
Insignificance and feelings of simply
Trying to get rid of dust immediately,
But then, I begin to think about this
Dust, this me, this dust in me,
Some dusts on my feet, some dusts on
My forehead, and some dusts in my ears,
Some dusts in my eyes so obstructive
Of what I really am, and I know what to do next,
The bulb lighting in my head in a sudden,
I touch the dust,
I feel the dust with my fingers, and I am crazy enough
I taste the dust on my window pane,
And I shiver,
I am shaking to its taste, the taste of nothingness
If was from dust that I really come,
I now remember,
It will be to dust that I shall return,
I am now reminded,
And the dust that I used to see
As dirt, as something so insignificant, is now,
A magical patch, glistening, so filled with meaning,
I am nothing but dust; I am biting the dust,

I am very insignificant, in that window pane, at first.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dust In The Wind

Music : Kerry Livgren
Lyrics: Kerry Livgren
I close my eyes
Only for a moment and the moment's gone
All my dreams
Pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind
All they are is dust in the wind
Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Now, Don't hang on
Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away
And all your money won't another minute buy
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind

song performed by by Scorpions
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Flowers In The Dark

Can you see flowers in the dark
While walking in the park
Accompanied by the sky lark

Can you hear the sky lark
While walking in the park
Looking for flowers in the dark

Can you walk in the park
Listening to the sky lark
Look for flowers in the dark

Can the sky lark
Listening to flowers in the dark
Walk in the park

Can the flowers in the park
Listening to the sky lark
Notice you in the dark

poem by Jamie Collins
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In the Dark

In the dark
All thoughts lie stark
In the dark
There is a spark
In the dark
He hits his mark
In the dark
Down falls the lark

poem by Gwenevere Cornwell
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Dust 2...

If dust could only talk
What would we hear it say?
Before it's brushed aside
Just as it's swept away
It's just the evidence
It's of no consequence
It's only flesh and bone
Why don't you leave it alone?
If dust could only speak
Caught in a falling beam
If dust could only cry
If dust could only scream
For it's the single witness that might testify
Could I spit out the truth?
Or would you rather just swallow a lie?
But dust is always caught behind a coat of pain
Beneath the marble fingernails of kings and saints
And in the theatre curtain where they hang a drape
Or in the ticket pocket where your hands escape
Before they start to wander
Or they start to shrink
You rub your eye a little and appear to blink
And then she caught you staring
She knows what you're thinking
What got into you is not a ghost as such
It was just dust
Here comes the juggernaut
Here come The Poisoners
They choke the life and land
And rob the joy from us
Why do they taste of sugar?
Oh, when they're made of money
Here come the Lamb of God
And the butcher's boy, Sonny
Well, I believe we just
Become a speck of dust

song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Looking For Christmas

Verse one
Im looking for christmas, Ive gotta find
Christmas, flying back in my mind
Does anyone know of this christmas, a long ago christmas
Sleigh bells ringing, carolers singing
Only bringing the long traveled message of love
Verse two
Im looking for christmas, in time for this
Christmas, a day far and away
And could a star show me christmas,
The town of old christmas
Where truth is ringing, a virgins
Bringing the newborn king and the
Lords own messiah of love
Chorus one
And I close my eyes and Im kneeling there in the stall,
And could I be the wine man, sharing his wisdom,
Creating a kingdom for all
Verse three
Im looking for christmas, I know Ill find christmas
Imparted right from the start
And everyone knows of this christmas
The very first christmas
Where christ is guiding, all with tidings
Still his light is residing here in us all
Chorus two
And I close my eyes, and a thousand lifetimes recall
Arent we all wise magi, sharing his wisdom,
Creating a kingdom
As born on this christmas and each christmas day
We are sharing his wisdom creating a kingdom
As born on this christmas and each
Christmas day that shall fall

song performed by by Clint Black
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Looking For Christmas[Reprise]

song performed by by Clint Black
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Spring In Lisnaboy

My many walks on memory lane i enjoy
'Twill soon be Spring again in old Lisnaboy
And though March 1 is the first of the calendar Spring
March can be wet and cold and few songbirds do sing.

But April she comes with her hosts of wildflowers
And the nesting birds sing in the mild April showers
And old Lisnaboy at it's best to be seen
And everywhere looking so lush and so green.

And April will fade to the beauty of May
And the swallows above the lush fields all the day
Will sing as they chase flies with young to be fed
In their mud nest on a rafter of some nearby shed

And at dawn before the sun shines in the sky
The skylark to greet the day upwards does fly
And the hawthorns heavy laden in their blossoms of white
In the full bloom of beauty a beautiful sight.

The bloom of lost youth we can never regain
But i do love my walks on memory lane
And a hark to the past is a thing i enjoy
Fond memories of Spring in old Lisnaboy.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Christmas Day

A young gentleman came riding past,
On a snow blue winters day,
He asked to drink by our fire
And I was pleased to let him stay,
He drank there quietly for a while,
And then he turned and said to me,
Your eyes are green,
Like summer grass,
Your lips are red,
Like a fresh cut rose,
Your hair is soft,
Like an Irish stream,
And your voice,
Is filled with sweet beauty
And the last words I heard him say
Were I shall return,
For you,
My love,
On Christmas Day
And the night will come,
But I won't sleep,
As I watch the stars that lead him,
I cannot place where he is,
But still my heart goes with him,
I'm saving all my Sunday clothes
For the day that I'll be leaving,
Father knows,
My sister knows,
And my friends,
They're happy for me,
And the priest he says,
You should thank God,
For the blessing,
Of such beauty
And the last words
I heard him say,
Were I shall return,
For you,
My love,
On Christmas Day
I shall return,
For you,
My love,
On Christmas Day
(On Christmas Day)
(I shall return for you my love)
And the last words
I heard him say
Were the last words
I ever
Heard him say
I shall return,
For you,
My love
On Christmas Day
I swear,
I will return,
On Christmas Day,
And yes,
I shall return,
On Christmas Day,
I shall return,
For you,
On Christmas Day
My love,
I will return,
On Christmas Day
I shall return,
My love
On Christmas Day
On Christmas Day

song performed by by Dido
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Impulse - 1140 - Initial Version

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Pulse Beyond Impulse - 1140 - Current Version

Dead Love

The Knight's Return

Stark

Stark (5,3,1 structure for Gulsher: -)

After You Speak

Hark! Hark My Soul!

Cho

Following the Recipe of Ancient Syrio-Greek Magicians

Bud Free - Anagram Acrostic

A Footprint, A Face...

Sometimes I am amazed of the magic that is done

Dust In The Wind

Flowers In The Dark

In the Dark

Dust 2...

Looking For Christmas

Looking For Christmas[Reprise]

Spring In Lisnaboy

Christmas Day

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