Quintessential Bliss 0981
Quietly falls the night, and quiet, too,
quintessential bliss, kiss quite outstanding,
sees need for walls free falls, joys sarabanding
as each heart s[w]ings through each, one springs from two.
Mysterious of mice and men are motions
audible to far too few, most branding
energies as noise, though[t] time's fleet sanding
cleaves grains to rocks, makes mountains climb from oceans.
Monkey puzzle prestidigitation
at once conceding, pleading, and demanding,
udders affection, never contrabanding,
echelons mocks with due disapprobation.
Nor torn, nor tension tau[gh]t, unspoken thought
now spirals out proactive and expanding,
empathetic waves through spectral banding
can school pooled ripples round to peaceful port.
Wonder sloughs off habit as Spring leaf,
drawn sunwards, shrugs off winter frost, disbanding
darkness, temptation while, old cold withstanding,
each through each rediscovers true relief.
Matchless interplay implicit linking
unique levels, layers understanding,
defeats past hierarchical commanding,
conjurs special script osmosis inking.
Multi-modal melody tunes into
auric aureola notwithstanding
difference and distance, space time landing
echoes vibrations rhyming hearts can twin to.
(5 June 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Quintessence
Quietly falls the night, and quiet, too,
quintessence of delight, bliss quite outstanding,
sees need for shells dispelled, joys sarabanding
as each heart s[w]ings through each, one springs from two.
Mysterious of mice and men are motions
audible to far too few, most branding
energies as noise, though[t] time's fleet sanding
cleaves grains to rocks, makes mountains climb from oceans.
Nor torn, nor tension tau[gh]t, unspoken thought
now spirals out proactive and expanding,
empathetic waves through spectral banding
can school pooled ripples round to peaceful port.
Wonder sloughs off habit as Spring leaf,
drawn sunwards, shrugs off winter frost, disbanding
darkness’ temptation while, old cold withstanding,
each through each rediscovers true relief.
Matchless interplay implicit linking
unique levels, layers understanding,
defeats past hierarchical commanding,
conjurs special script osmosis inking
Multi-modal melody tunes into
auric aureola notwithstanding
difference and distance, space time landing
echoes vibrations rhyming hearts can twin to.
© Jonathan Robin – written 12 December 2001 revised with fourth verse added 5 June 2008
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Quintessence 0981
Quietly falls the night, and quiet, too,
quintessence of delight, this understanding
that need for walls may fall, joys sarabanding
as each heart folds in each, one melts to two.
Nor torn, nor tension tau[gh]t, unspoken thought
now spirals outwards carefree and expanding,
threading emotion's waves through spectral banding
to school pooled ripples round to peaceful port.
Wonder sloughs off habit as Spring leaf,
drawn sunwards, shrugs off winter frost, disbanding
darkness, temptation while, old cold withstanding,
each through each rediscovers true relief.
(12 December 2001)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Winter Love
Such a cold was in january.
In december love had come vainly.
Winter love is short,
Obviously.
Snow is quiet falls
Down on earth.
Snow is on the streets,
Snow's in wood.
Snow in words I hear,
In your eyes, too.
Winter love is short,
Obviously.
Snow is quiet falls
Down on earth.
You are saying: 'Bye'
To me now.
And I hear your voice
Icy, round.
Winter love is short,
Obviously.
Snow is quiet falls
Down on earth.
And the oaths
are cold
In winter time.
I'll wait for long
The spring love.
Winter love is short,
Obviously.
Snow is quiet, falls
Down on earth.
poem by Robert Rozhdestvensky, translated by Lyudmila Purgina
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Improvisations: Light And Snow: 10
It is night time, and cold, and snow is falling,
And no wind grieves the walls.
In the small world of light around the arc-lamp
A swarm of snowflakes falls and falls.
The street grows silent. The last stranger passes.
The sound of his feet, in the snow, is indistinct.
What forgotten sadness is it, on a night like this,
Takes possession of my heart?
Why do I think of a camellia tree in a southern garden,
With pink blossoms among dark leaves,
Standing, surprised, in the snow?
Why do I think of spring?
The snowflakes, helplessly veering,,
Fall silently past my window;
They come from darkness and enter darkness.
What is it in my heart is surprised and bewildered
Like that camellia tree,
Beautiful still in its glittering anguish?
And spring so far away!
poem by Conrad Potter Aiken
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Thought Of A Beautiful Angel As Her.
your like a rose in bloom u grow and sprout on a spring day in the midafternoon the sweetness and the warmth of the sunrays as the sun shines jus like the twinkle in your beautiful eyes your smile radiates love and warmth the sun goes down and warmth in ym soul leaves stars come out and dance the night away unto midnight hour a shooting star passes on by you wish a secret wish if it happens or if thats just a fools notion i see the ocean the calmness the ever lasting stillness the cold wind blows against your cheeks freezing u making u wish for a springs days warmth may darkness lift and sorrows melt away unto twilight hale the victory song of a heros parade a sweet smell of a spring day the flowers in blossom a sun sets sweetly o' er horizon the waves crash loudly on the rocks below sea gulls flying about the moon rises takin place as sun goes once again e'er darknight falls the wonderous noise at night your heart beats it pounds in this beautiful moment your mind falls on thoughts of her and her beauty the love you have for her in your heart a beautiful moment
poem by Dorian Suchelle
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Almost Spring
As winter turns the corner
And spring is on the way
I wait with mounting happiness
To see what comes today.
I also love the cold days
With frost upon the sill
But something special happens
Once winter’s had its fill.
The crocus buds are swollen
The daffodils sprout so tall
Something special happens
As spring time makes its call.
So get ready for the changes
That happens none too soon
When spring time rounds that corner
And flowers start to bloom!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Then It's White
The hypnosis imposed
by weary repetition
loops —as the sun
sets and rises—
and a processed snatch of
sounds collects— overpowered
by the undue uncertainty
of life; overwhelmed by not
knowing and the
endless amount of time waiting
ahead.
These sounds, these sensations—
already memory—
is captured, collected in
old tapes, decades passing,
gradually crumbling as they play—
the fine coating of magnetic
metal slivering off,
music decaying slightly
through each revolution on
the spindle of the future;
fog-seeping arrhythmia,
breathing feedback,
crackle to fade: stasis
gleaming.
Images lay in ruin—
an elegy for the day;
requiem for the night—
whittled away—
smoke billowing from
the smoldering city below,
disintegrating in the drone
of dejected fanfares—
anxious,
encroaching dread nestled
in the
uneasy ripples of social distortion,
shimmers of infinity drenched in
an acid bath.
The inherent imperfections
wash, incremental silence
moving like waves tearing
at the sands of thought,
tracing them on the shore—
cracks appear, tumble
toward the void, loosening
what is left and
what has vanished.
Vibrations of all-encompassing tension,
incidental music twittering,
no relief pulsing
as the world falls apart—
leaving things to simply settle,
all returning to dust,
space expanding
between everything,
edging closer
to darkness….
Then it's
white….
Then it's
white….
Then
it's
wh ite….
And so it goes….
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Only Human
I guess we didn't make our dreams come true
And where our flowers bloomed now weeds grow tall
It's strange to think there is no me and you
I guess we're only human after all
We rode the waves when love was blowin' free
We scaled the heights and never once looked down
We built a world from only you and me
Then brought the whole thing crashing to the ground
I guess we must have thought goodbye my love
For somewhere in our long and winding song
We lost the melody and lost the urge
I guess we're only human after all
But still I spend so many nights with you
In dreams that flow as if the past lives on
I'm in this other life ‘til dawn breaks through
Forgetting isn't easy after all
In cities where they rarely see a star
The evening falls, young lovers take the street
And for their love no distance is too far
While here the autumn falls so bittersweet
But yet this candle lights the thorny way
Through shadows of tomorrows veiling love
The flowers on the hillside bloom and fade
Until the winter ends and spring returns
And if we didn't say goodbye my love
Because that final word was just too tough
I guess it's time to let the curtain fall
Because we're only human after all
Cats All Over
Everybody loves beautiful cats
They have proved worth as pets
Nothing so special but liked by most
Help to build relation if they are frost
She may come gently and move around
I too see in her new companion found
Rubs my back and makes round
Prefers to sit me on the lovely ground
White and black cats have special attraction
All the time we love and shower the affection
She, with little provocation, not hesitate to pounce
Waiting for chance to switch over the loyalty and announce
I take care not to displease and offend
Entertain her with special food and send
All my affection and lovely pet on head
Message is clear, understood and silently read
Cats are pet but not to obey calls
React sharply when something falls
Like to play with moving balls
Suddenly Jump and climb over walls
Cats have changed my thinking and concept
I was adverse to affection and acted inept
Still they changed me into loving fan
Now prepared to act and do whatever I can
I may love them for time to come
They will stay and remain with always welcome
I find new world and joy to share
Always wait for them to talk and take care
I don’t know what is wrong
They are new companion among
May be dear animal or best friend
They are so near but I have to mend
Oh, cats you are black and white
Your presence it self make me delight
All worries disappear and feel so light
Think calmly and find the path right
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Mama Say A Prayer
The bright lights of the city are a pretty site to see
Perhaps theyre extra pretty to a country girl like me
Temptation waits at every turn and it wont let me be
So mama when you pray tonight
Say a special prayer for me
I miss your tender good-night kiss of love and understanding
The good-night kisses I get now are cruel and so demanding
So mama when you pray tonight
And while youre on your knees
Mama say a special prayer for me
The nights get cold and lonely
When youre faraway from home
And lonely makes it easy for a good girl to go wrong
Evil eyes search through the night for lonely girls like me
So mama when you pray tonight
Say a special prayer for me
I miss your tender good-night kiss of love and understanding
These good-night kisses I get now are cruel and so demanding
So mama when you pray tonight
And while youre on your knees
Mama say a special prayer for me
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Autumn (Tree)
The last leaf of summer falls
A tear of summer past.
Winter is coming, darkness calls.
Getting earlier, night arrives fast.
Insects no longer fly,
As frost starts to lie.
Coating the ground in blankets of white,
All bare the tree stands still in fright.
Through empty branches, the wind blasts,
The wood remembers summer last.
When all was green and not yellow,
When summer’s breeze kiss was mellow.
Only a few months, the tree must hold
For spring will make it bold.
With new leaves growing, new to old,
Summer arrives, arms to unfold.
poem by Ben Littlechild
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Autumn, Break of Day
The troubled waters—
tumbling forth over the sand,
flowing underneath
a rising mist, a lowly,
billowing fog that
obscures the distance before
me—slow down in time,
captured in the winter glaze,
shoreline frozen fast,
ripples pausing in moonlight,
waves ebbing, whisked where
twilit shadows fall on us.
Snow begins to pack
on the banks where streams would once
flourish, where petals
would fall off the autumn trees
to float where they may—
drifting through the still season
to the cold mountains
where the air thins, softly chills,
and where quiet comes
to those who seek it. Silence
like seaweed gathers
in the surf that sways forward,
Washing past the swell
that pools in the remains of
the skittering day.
Upon an embankment, branches
interlace, weaving
a clumsily gathered web
of half-forgotten
memories—the unspoken,
fading mirages,
the illusive scurf of life.
The troubled waters
grow idle, torpid with frost.
The troubled waters
hush by the dawn, and settle
by the break of day.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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So Quiet In Here
Foghorns blowing in the night
Salt sea air in the morning breeze
Driving cars all along the coastline
This must be what its all about
Oh this must be what its all about
This must be what paradise is like
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here
The warm look of radiance on your face
And your heart beating close to mine
And the evening fading in the candle glow
This must be what its all about
Oh this must be what its all about
This must be what paradise is like
So quiet in here. so peaceful in here
So quiet in here, yeah, so peaceful in here
All my struggling in the world
And so many dreams that dont come true
Step back, put it all away
It dont matter, it dont matter anymore
Oh this must be what paradise is like
This must be what paradise is like
Its so quiet in here, so peaceful in here
Its so quiet in here, so peaceful in here
A glass of wine with some friends
Talking into the wee hours of the dawn
Sit back and relax your mind
This must be, this must be, what its all about
This must be what paradise is like
Oh this must be what paradise is like
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here
Big ships out in the night
And were floating across the waves
Sailing for some other shore
Where we can be what we wanna be
Oh this must be what paradise is like
This must be what paradise is like
Baby its so quiet in here, so peaceful in here
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here
So quiet in here, you can hear, its so quiet
song performed by by Van Morrison
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The House Of Dust: Part 03: 05: Melody In A Restaurant
The cigarette-smoke loops and slides above us,
Dipping and swirling as the waiter passes;
You strike a match and stare upon the flame.
The tiny fire leaps in your eyes a moment,
And dwindles away as silently as it came.
This melody, you say, has certain voices—
They rise like nereids from a river, singing,
Lift white faces, and dive to darkness again.
Wherever you go you bear this river with you:
A leaf falls,—and it flows, and you have pain.
So says the tune to you—but what to me?
What to the waiter, as he pours your coffee,
The violinist who suavely draws his bow?
That man, who folds his paper, overhears it.
A thousand dreams revolve and fall and flow.
Some one there is who sees a virgin stepping
Down marble stairs to a deep tomb of roses:
At the last moment she lifts remembering eyes.
Green leaves blow down. The place is checked with shadows.
A long-drawn murmur of rain goes down the skies.
And oaks are stripped and bare, and smoke with lightning:
And clouds are blown and torn upon high forests,
And the great sea shakes its walls.
And then falls silence . . . And through long silence falls
This melody once more:
'Down endless stairs she goes, as once before.'
So says the tune to him—but what to me?
What are the worlds I see?
What shapes fantastic, terrible dreams? . . .
I go my secret way, down secret alleys;
My errand is not so simple as it seems.
poem by Conrad Potter Aiken
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Melody In A Restaurant
The cigarette smoke loops and slides above us,
Dipping and swirling as the waiter passes.
You strike a match and stare upon the flame.
The tiny firelight leaps in your eyes a moment
And dies away as silently as it came.
This melody, you say, has certain voices—
They rise like nereids from a river, singing,
Lift white faces, and dive to darkness again.
Wherever you go you bear this river with you:
A leaf falls, and it flows, and you have pain.
So says the tune to you—but what to me ?
What to the waiter, as he pours your coffee?
The violinist who suavely draws his bow ?
That man, who folds his paper, overhears it.
A thousand dreams revolve and fall and flow.
Someone there is who sees a virgin stepping
Down marble stairs to a deep tomb of roses:
At the last moment she lifts remembering eyes.
Green leaves blow down; the place is checked with shadows;
A long-drawn murmur of rain goes down the skies.
And oaks are stripped and bare, and smoke with lightning;
And clouds are blown and torn upon high forests;
And the great sea shakes its walls.
And then falls silence And through long silence falls
This melody once more:
Down endless stairs she goes, as once before.
So says the tune to him—but what to me?
What are the worlds I see?
What shapes fantastic, terrible dreams?
I go my secret way, down secret alleys.
My errand is not so simple as it seems.
poem by Conrad Potter Aiken
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Wonderland
I wanna take a giant step
Dont know where Ill end up yet
The devil or the deep blue sea
Theres always someone watching over me
The power of communication
Every little words a big sensation
Sitting in the palm of my hand
Everyone at my command
Its a wonderland
(and Ive only just begun)
(but I get a smile from everyone)
Its a wonderland
(makes no difference, day or night)
('cos I wont go down without a fight)
Id like to introduce you to
A special substance, good for you
No physical dependency
For a star in its ascendancy
The world is a great big oyster
Im riding through on a roller coaster
Im looking at exotic places
But Im colour blind to all these faces
Its a wonderland
(and Ive only just begun)
(but I get a smile from everyone)
Its a wonderland
(makes no difference, day or night)
('cos I wont go down without a fight)
Live while you can
Everydays a holiday
These are the golden years
And they wont be coming round again
So little time to be wild and free
So many things that you want to be
So little space between the cradle and the grave
But the minutes are ticking away
These are the special times
And they wont be coming round again woh oh woh
People take me for a ride
But Im feeling good inside
The consequence of love and pain
And Im not the one who takes the blame
My head is on another planet
My thoughts are soothed
By the hands upon it
A simple trade in real affection
And Im not alone in the twilight zone
Its a wonderland
(and Ive only just begun)
(but I get a smile from everyone)
Its a wonderland
(makes no difference, day or night)
('cos I wont go down without a fight)
Its a wonderland
(and Ive only just begun)
(but I get a smile from everyone)
Its a wonderland
(makes no difference, day or night)
('cos I wont go down without a fight)
Its a wonderland.....
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Tender Buttons [a Light in the Moon]
A LIGHT IN THE MOON
A light in the moon the only light is on Sunday. What was the sensible decision. The sensible decision was that notwithstanding many declarations and more music, not even notwithstanding the choice and a torch and a collection, notwithstanding the celebrating hat and a vacation and even more noise than cutting, notwithstanding Europe and Asia and being overbearing, not even notwithstanding an elephant and a strict occasion, not even withstanding more cultivation and some seasoning, not even with drowning and with the ocean being encircling, not even with more likeness and any cloud, not even with terrific sacrifice of pedestrianism and a special resolution, not even more likely to be pleasing. The care with which the rain is wrong and the green is wrong and the white is wrong, the care with which there is a chair and plenty of breathing. The care with which there is incredible justice and likeness, all this makes a magnificent asparagus, and also a fountain.
poem by Gertrude Stein
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Quietly Making Noise
Quietly making noise
By: jimmy buffett, michael tschudin
1993
Oscar wilde died in bed
Several floors above my head
Living well beyond his means
In that crazy paris scene
Rain falls down in sheets so clear
And no one ever calls me hear
Travelin by myself these days
Im into jazz and felt berets
Far from that old eastern shore
Searchin for strange metaphors
I dont want to be another victim of fashion
No I dont want to see my name in the paper each day
Hey you can leave that to the young turks
Theyre handsome and dashing
Posing for paparazzis down laguna way
Now down in the metro I feel the world start to multiply
Bastille, rubber wheels, spiked heels
Subterranean lullaby
Met an african prancer, a hemisphere dancer
Spied the ghost of brassens
We smiled at the secret we shared
And I hid it like contraband
Quietly making noise (quietly making noise)
Starts with kindergarten toys
Not too soft, not too loud
Just enough to draw a crowd
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise
Followed the beat
Hey I found myself in this patois spot
Outside a blizzard was blowin
But inside the joint was hot
Zouk songs, rubber thongs, sing-a-longs
The words flew right by my face
You know rhythm and motions a blamma jamma potion
You cannot erase
Quietly making noise (quietly making noise)
Pissin off the old kill-joys
Glasspacks on an hot mustang
A telecaster with a twang
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise
Yes
Singers and writers and poets
Have flocked here for centuries
The city of light is built upon mountains of memories
Baritone saxophones, monotones
Speak with a voice Ive heard before
Its a lasting impression
A gypsy expression you cannot ignore
Were quietly making noise (quietly making noise)
Starts with kindergarten toys
Not too soft, not too loud
Just enough to draw a crowd
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise
Yeah, were quietly making noise (quietly making noise)
Pissin off the old kill-joys
Not too soft, not too loud
Just enough to draw a crowd
Were quietly, quietly, quietly
Quietly, quietly, quietly
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise
Thats right, ooh yeah
A whole lot of beautiful noise
--spoken:
Oh come on children, play those, play those kindergarten toys.
Everybodys a drummer tonight. all right. let it ring now, let
It ring.
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Ironic
Looking out into the streets...
All pass me by never a second glance. I see what I am...
I can't see myself standing here.
I can't really remember a time... being happy more than a day or three.
I can't really say I've been truly liked, respected or loved in my time of living.
Just existing to be laughed at, ridiculed, spat upon, name calling.
bitter words said, and ment. True feelings of hate
have come to light, surfaced upon so many lips, In that time and this.
I stand tall and build another wall, and look in my closet at the other walls I have torn down...
I will recycle the pieces of those walls to help build this one even bigger.
No one will climb over; no one will care to climb over to see.
I will not climb over.
No one sees me.
You will not see me.
poem by Jill Laughlin
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I will kiss you
I will kiss you smoothly in the silence of the night.
I´ll take of your lips the honeys of your soul.
I´ll kiss you in the dimness, the shine of your eyes,
and I will be in the way to your heart..
I will cover your body with the heat of my kisses,
I´ll travel your accidents without fatigue.
I´ll climb your mountains without the desire of the first time
and I will descend to the botton of your soul.
I will kiss you without time and without rest.
I will kiss you with my soul and you´ll kiss me with yours
in an infinite kiss until the dawn comes.
I will kiss you in the port of your eyes again.
I will navigate in the sea of your pupils
and I will be forever the sailor of your heart.
poem by Enrique Alberto Hurtado Minotta
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