Triumph of Hope over Experience
Winds wane. Once blown, no crop's pain sown, no curse
remains to filter through [st]rained watershed.
Today earth's quake, tomorrow wake, ahead
stars wait, - joy's gate - scars heal, love's peal rehearse.
Year's tears soon pass, hours' looking glass reverse
old seasons' reasons cold, aghast, time sped
tick tocks to tocsin block, fast bliss will thread
Love's blessing, - shade, dismayed, is soon dispersed.
With hands unbound, true path found, reimbursed,
scope may be fed, greet fleet mind, unthreads hopes fled.
No ash must stir, no dust rash spur, - instead,
morn blooms again, dawn dooms doom's pen enhearsed.
The seasons flow, tides come and go, and yet
The Ghost of Christmas Past inters regret...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Time
Why do you measure time when time is measureless?
Why do you adjust your conduct and direct,
The course of your spirit according to hours and seasons?
You’ve made time a stream upon whose bank you sit and watch flowing.
The timeless in you is aware of life’s timelessness,
And knows that yesterday is but today’s memory and
Tomorrow is but today’s dream.
That which sings and contemplates in you still,
Dwells within the bounds of the first moment which
Scattered the stars into space.
If you must measure time into seasons, let each
Season encircle all the other seasons.
Indeed, let today embrace the past with remembrance,
And the future with sweet longing.
poem by Ray Lucero
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Different Seasons
There is a face deep in your mind
One that your heart wont leave behind
Memories are cold-empty of laughs
And all that remains are photographs
(chorus)
When shes gone there are no reasons
Natures cruel - its just different seasons
Going on and on
There is a voice deep in your soul
Telling your not to lose control
And day after day you hold back the tears
cos pain is the greatest of your fears
(chorus)
There are no reasons
Say its only different seasons
song performed by by Johnny Hates Jazz
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Time XXI
And an astronomer said, "Master, what of Time?"
And he answered:
You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable.
You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons.
Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing.
Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness,
And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream.
And that that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.
Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless?
And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed within the centre of his being, and moving not form love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds?
And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless?
But if in you thought you must measure time into seasons, let each season encircle all the other seasons,
And let today embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing.
poem by Khalil Gibran
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Maybe Tomorrow
you ask for today
i do not have
today, maybe tomorrow
i may have tomorrow
inside my hands
wait for another day
or another week
or another year
maybe tomorrow
maybe
i cannot give you today
what i have is this past
that you cannot accept
and i cannot offer you today
because i cannot afford
it.......
today i am nothing
but tomorrow, if you can
wait, i may have tomorrow
whole and full
inside my hands, yes, yes,
tomorrow,
i have lots of these tomorrows
my dreams
my hopes
inside the basket of my hands
clasped by the gentle cups
of my heart
wait, please wait, do not die yet
we still have tomorrow
that is all we have
a bunch of tomorrows
sweet sweet tomorrows
dreams, hopes, wishes
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Obelisks
Let me remember old trails
Let me weep over lost loves
They are all the same love
But different
Let me remember old trails
Cherry trees along muddy roads
And ancient obelisks
They are now so different
But still the same
Let me remember missteps
Let me regret wrong paths
They are all the same path
But different
The seasons always alter
Or they hardly ever change
Only the hours pass
Time stands still
And your love is mine
Let me remember old lanes
Let me weep over old loves
They are all different
But still the same
Let me remember good times
Life in its fleeting flight
Days of yore that vanished
They are still the same
But different
The seasons always alter
Or they hardly ever change
Only the hours pass
Time stands still
And my love is yours
Let me take new roads
Let me praise new loves
They are all the same love
But different
poem by Paul Hartal
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What she should hear everyday
Not a day i would ever miss
when i say i love you
not a kiss i would ever wait
to tell her i love her
sometimes i don't know why
but i never let a day pass by
to tell my girl i love her
never would i let the day slide away
to tell my girl i love her
Not a night i would ever forget
when i say i love you
before every seasons sunset
i tell my girl i love her
not a day passes away
unless i tell my girl i love her
when her soft eyes drip with tears
i console those waiting ears
by telling her i will always love her
I love you now
i love you today
i will love you tomorrow
and i am here to stay
because i love you
and know you love me
and through the ballad of time
you will always be
the one i love
the one i cherish
I love her
i tell my girl i love her
i tell her everyday
poem by Allen Steble
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Love Has It's Ways
Spring in the air
The sun was shining
still the day was cool
Saw her waiting for a bus
as she was going home from school
Looking so cold
I took her home and
that was just the start
We would meet the summer through
and she was always in my heart
Love has it's ways
like seasons come and go
and tomorrow there will be another day
Love has it's ways
and so before you know
when you turn around it may have gone away
Early that fall
I knew I loved her
more than anything
Gave her everything I had
She even got a wedding ring
But in the end
the mind was restless
and she had to go
And the love I'd thought would live
was buried in the winter snow
Love has it's ways
like seasons come and go
and tomorrow there will be another day
Love has it's ways
and so before you know
when you turn around it may have gone away
Love has it's ways
like seasons come and go
and tomorrow there will be another day
Love has it's ways
and so before you know
when you turn around it may have gone away
song performed by by ABBA
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Winds Of Seasons With Hands Of Hope
i hear the wind
by the wind sound
talking to the waves
with a wind sound
mounted upon the leaves
on the ground
to wind through
and around the leaves proudly
as it runs through me so loudly
and mannered towards me so gladly
to sing a song
by the winds of seasons
as they change in seasons
and cheer in different joy
i feel the wind under me
i can see the sun shine over me
i can walk along the path to sober me
and sleep around the hands on me
to hold me with hands of hope
as all hands do matter
to hold each soul
with hope
today and the days ever
to let the hands of hope
touch my heart
and cleanse me for yet a season
in winds of seasons
opn17082012/2305
'winds of seasons with hands of hope'
'hands of hope' book no.9 of 2012
aug.2012
ntema's unique poetry (nup)
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Band Aid 2---do They Know Its Christmas?
Written: midge ure, bob geldof
1:
Its christmas time
Theres no need to be afraid
At christmas time
We let in light and we banish shade
And in our world of plenty
We can spread a smile of joy
Throw your arms around the world
At christmas time
2:
But say a prayer
Pray for the other ones
At christmas time its hard
But when youre having fun
Theres a world outside your window
And its a world of dread and fear
Where the only water flowing
Is the bitter sting of tears
And the christmas bells that ring
There are the clanging chimes of doom
Well tonight thank God its them instead of you
Feed the world
Let them know its christmas time
Feed the world
Do they know its christmas time at all?
3:
And there wont be snow in africa
This christmas time
The greatest gift theyll get this year is life
Where nothing ever grows
No rain nor rivers flow
Do they know its christmas time at all?
Feed the world
Let them know its christmas time
Feed the world
Let them know its christmas time again
Bridge:
(heres to you) raise a glass for everyone
(heres to them) underneath that burning sun
Do they know its christmas time at all?
End:
Feed the world
Let them know its christmas time
End:
(repeat & fade)
song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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Dreams Unshared
Twenty years have passed, she still remains
Wed to the same employer, home and bed.
One lover only found the path that led
Down to her heart but brought unhappy chains.
Each year was watered with fresh pillow stains,
Care etched its acid lines as youth's hopes fled
Away and one by one her blossoms bled.
Declining health scope limited as strains
Expressed themselves in sundry aches and pains.
Solitude, silent, grieved. In children's stead,
Projects and dreams unshared, palm's hopes unread
Alas dust piled upon Time's counterpanes.
So two decades spun by, and what's to show?
Some fears, some tears, some years ‘tis time to go.
(24 February 1992)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Tomorrow
wake up me wake up me tomorrow
tomorrow is my date
the harmony tomorrow will come
wait me tomorrow wait me
tomorrow is my day
tomorrow is other day
and other fate
the light is an other light an other life
obscure but fair
for us with love
tomorrow is hope
tomorrow is heal
so call me tomorrow
still today is not gone
tomorrow is not came
but for sure the darkness will fade
and the day of tomorrow will come
the day of the freeman with faith
the day of praying with love will come
at the hill of Jerusalem tomorrow
with love
with care
for all tomorrow will come with peace
then for long in peace
in peace
in peace
in peace....
poem by Sallam Yassin
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Elims
Smile is hidden deep in tears
so let the tears flow in path of dreams
it will flood the dry land of fears
and will heal the scars of wounded years
Smile not just to me but to all you can see
spread the wings of hope and fly freely
to the heaven above leave the land of worry
to the thirsty sand pour your tears gently
Your smile gives reasons for tomorrow
to bright the sun and whisper to wind to blow
just smile and wait to fear to frown
to shine the moon and light the stars in glow
Your smile is written in a cold moonlight
your smile is a pearl in a warm seashore sand
your smile is a star in a stormy night
your smile is every beat deep inside my heart
poem by Ocean MisT
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Four Beautiful Seasons
Why there are seasons…
And this may sound strange…
Is to provide good reasons
To justify change!
With no seasons when would birds nest?
When would some fly away
Because winter's a pest?
And Fall colors would be held at bay.
Christmas might well end up in June.
With no seasons no one would care.
Then the cow would jump over the moon.
Now that might roust up a stare!
Luckily for many good reasons
There'll always be change
In four beautiful seasons…
And that's not at all strange!
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Here Today
It starts with just a little glance now
Right away youre thinkin bout romance now
You know you ought to take it slower
But you just cant wait to get to know her
A brand new love affair is such a beautiful thing
But if youre not careful think about the pain it can bring
It makes you feel so bad
It makes your heart feel sad
It makes your days go wrong
It makes your nights so long
Youve got to keep in mind love is here today
And its gone tomorrow
Its here and gone so fast
Right now you think that shes perfection
This time is really an exception
Well you know I hate to be a downer
But Im the guy she left before you found her
Well Im not saying you wont have a good love with her
But I keep on remembering things like they were
She made me feel so bad
She made my heart feel sad
She made my days go wrong
And made my nights so long
Youve got to keep in mind love is here today
And its gone tomorrow
Its here and gone so fast
Keep in mind love is here today
And its gone tomorrow
Its here and gone so fast
Love is here today
And its gone tomorrow
Its here and gone so fast
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Lying Still
She came thru the door round my place
She was not the same
I reached out my hand to touch her face
She turned her head away
Her words flew in empty circles
Reasons unexplained
I saw that her thoughts were somewhere else
We made love anyway
Lying still in your arms
And the tears came down
She cried her pain
And like the rain that draws a cloud across the sun
The tears flow on
She cried the pain she felt inside
As night touched the sky with moonglow
She opened up her heart
The tides of emotions ebb and flow
Washing us apart
We talked thru the night in whispers
As the silent city lay
Reasons she gave cut deep and hard
The dawn broke angry grey
Lying still in your arms
Heartbeats cold
She cried my pain
Like thunder rolling thru an aching winter sky
Heartbeats cold
Her pain
Lying still in your arms
But the tears came down
She cried my pain
And like the rain that draws a cloud across the sun
The tears flow on
She cried the pain I felt inside
The future dissolves in the tears
The morning surrenders the years
How can you say our love wasnt real
When I can see how you feel
Another time
Another place
I wont cry for her
No more
The days go on
But the nights are long
Ill remember her
For sure
Still in your arms
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``MonoMania`` {it's valentine! ! }
So funny, how so fast I've reached this familiar time..
Looked up at calendar today, and found tomorrow's valentine.
Lips holding back a smile there, and in my mind memories of yesterday shine,
Hands not sure if to play that love song again,
As tomorrow you'll be the valentine of him,
and not mine.
Took out your picture off my closet, wiped away a little dust on there,
Like I do every year, I kept your picture on my table,
To make you see my dear, that again the love is in the air.
And as I would go for a walk, I'll carry you along in my pocket,
The view of couples buying gifts and Archie's gallery playing love songs,
I know that you will mind, now if I don't buy you some chocolates.
So I bought some of the best in town,
Bought a card from the Archie's, written 'You're my Dawn'.
And when I bought a cake & two candles, I can see a smile in your lips,
As you know I'll never miss this, even though I'm alone.
And as the night will begin to fade, and in the clock will be 11 past 58.
I'll lit the candles on the cake, and make sure that your picture be straight,
When it'll be 12, I'll let the knife go down,
First a piece of cake, then I'll kiss your lips with a low sound.
And everything will be carried out, as if all is fine,
With you picture next to me tonight I'll dine,
But still hands not sure, if to play that love song again,
As tomorrow you'll be the valentine of him,
and not mine.
And ain't it funny, how so fast I've reached this familiar time..
Looked up at calendar today, and found today's valentine.
Lips holding back a smile there, and in my mind memories of yesterday shine.
Bright old yesterday,
When you used to be this monomaniac's valentine.
poem by Menime Soul
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EVEnt Attained - Eve Entertained
The night before was dark and drear
the morrow darker would appear,
and yet, and yet, could shadows pass
when contest changes life at last?
The night before, spent, as I said,
from bed to dread from dread to bed,
clouds pillow-billowed overcast,
light overhead fled fleet and fast.
The night before, reared insincere
head ugly, no dream-future clear
could lighten load, elastoplast
afford my hide-bound mind’s repast.
The night before was long and wear,
as faulty as a salty tear, -
a tear tear followed, which aghast
grieves universe, Earth’s dearth surpassed.
by night to come that nowhere led,
no motive true to stay ahead,
as night before led from the past
to nowhere – horror scope forecast.
The night before’s forgot! Instead
to joy sublime time's rhyme chime’s wed,
to trophy rich which at long last
plays switch stitch lines, may from cold blast
defend end chill, will lend to head,
a heart resprung, soul whole, sheet spread.
Yet don’t forget such sharp contrast
between what followed and the past
so precious seems that outline here
might make Gods jealous, so we'll steer
from story few’d believe outclassed, -
leave each to judge through insight vast...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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[H]our Glass - 1899 - after Richard Seymour - The Hour Glass
Toon's climb, boon's dread, boom's rhyme soon sped,
life's little dream theme tale
dew's wed with glue wed to cue clue thread -
though seeming strong, so frail.
Till naught's in store to add to more,
Time's ebbing sands fall fast;
Fate syphons for_age metaphor,
forgotten mirage past.
Billed for arrears, filled, empty years,
emotions' vain commotion,
birth earthed blame's biers; berthed fame's career's
proverbial dropp in ocean.
With wave goodbye, grave severed tie
hung on some sunbeam stalling
beyond last sigh what stays? Vain cry,
culled empty echo calling.
Love lost, love won with one-to one,
true faithfulness through trust,
find once begun through time have run
to often turn rust dust.
Nor fears, nor tears, resist Time's shears,
nor all we hope and dream
remains, soon unstained mirror clears,
wipes slate of great, small, steam.
As variation on a theme
some karmic call, some mortal,
rum sliver stream glum shivers - gleam
in void, avoid death's portal.
What's life? ‘brief candle', shadow mocked,
from infant's first cry, chortle,
through code adopt to blocks unlock,
to last laugh coda shortfall.
For age or forage
The Hour Glass
Of hours to come and hours long sped
The never-ending tale
Hangs on a slender running thread -
So strong and yet so frail.
The less is added to the more,
The ebbing sands run fast;
Time drains the future's dwindling store
And gives it to the past.
Not all our tears and prayers, alas!
Not all we hope and dream
Shall e'er invert that measured glass
And turn the golden stream.
Richard Surgis Seymour
(28 August 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Frame Work
The Present is a precious rug
under which, with care, we sweep,
the Past that few desire undug, -
but through weft warped heaped dust must seep...
Though some may carp while others pet,
the end result remains the same,
those past forgot, those left forget,
pick up the pieces of the game
Life plays with Death, as unpaid debt
and credit balance out to tame
ambitions high whose overthrow
comes when sun’s zenith blinds to shame, -
alike pride, selflessness, and show,
bluff, bluster, submission, lofty aim,
both fear of here and of hereafter,
present tears, and present laughter,
oblivion snuffs all (t) race of fame,
and fossil light frame who will know –
or what – when swallowed every name
by Time whose rhymes and reasons flow
into forgetfullness or flame,
no sentience left to explain
how seasons come and seasons go.
The Present is a rug which, precious, held,
reels on towards a future film withheld,
and though we’d sweep the Past’s dead dust beneath,
it filters through, preparing our own wreath.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Yes to to
Yesterday, today and tomorrow,
Is full cycle but you have to know,
Watch it closely and make realize,
Tomorrow to bank up on and capitalize,
Gone were the dark and painful days,
Struggled hard to find honourable way,
Swayed over all and had final say,
Now buried the past and more attention pay,
What ever may be your glorious past?
Today it should never shadow or cast,
Horizon and area is so vast,
Correct the path and move so fast,
Struggle for tomorrow as future lay bright,
Make inroad and always tough fight,
Will have to put in more to see light,
No deviation but to choose path right,
WE may err but never look back,
Path may be difficult and develop crack,
Only one air to surge ahead,
Eyes straight with mind read,
May have some set back and retreat,
Fall and gain always on equal treat,
Move with the people with eyes meet,
Love and affection surely to greet.
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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