I'll Be Waiting
I watch the river like a clock
Sunset scallops of pink shells
Moon soon to shine
Breeze as light as whispers
Freedom in the leaves
Trees remind me of sanity
Away from all the shills
Away from the profound
Away from the money changers
Night draws out my muse
Come to me beyond age
No converse
No sordid paragraphs
No conceptions of myth
Bring your penance
Bring your coloring books
Violet sweetness
Red apple apogee
No sharia
No rules
Sit like a pose of Rembrandt
Like a stroke of Dali
Sing without convention
Wanton forests as blue as the sea
When you leave breathe softly
The dancers of Degas
Peaches ripe as fire
I hope the world begins tonight
I hope you come again
I like when the lamp is on
When candles seem mystical
I like when the cat knows your there
I'll be waiting
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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It is an afternoon
Walk by the
Beach
An orange sunset
Follows me
Like
I am closely
Guarded for some
Unknown
Danger
I walk alone
The sea foams
surging
from
Time to time
Touching my
heels and toes
An alternate
Of sand
Foam
And sea
And sunset
Rinsing
My footsteps
I am looking
For some
Shells of
My past
On a sunset shore
Retracing
It to
The mouth
Of the river
At the
Other end
River
Meets
Sea as
I closely watch
The sunset
is still
closely guarding.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It is an afternoon
Walk by the
Beach
An orange sunset
Follows me
Like
I am closely
Guarded for some
Unknown
Danger
I walk alone
The sea foams
surging
from
Time to time
Touch my
heels and toes
An alternate
Of sand
Foam
And sea
And sunset
Rinsing
My footsteps
I am looking
For some
Shells of
My past
On a sunset shore
Retracing
It to
The mouth
Of the river
At the
Other end
River
Meets
Sea as
I closely watch
The sunset closely guarding.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sunset As I Remember It
It is an afternoon
Walk by the Beach
An orange sunset
Follows me Like
I am closely
Guarded for some
Unknown Danger
I walk alone
The sea foams
surging from
Time to time
Touch my
heels and toes
An alternate
Of sand Foam
And sea
And sunset
Rinsing
My footsteps
I am looking
For some Shells of
My past
On a sunset shore
Retracing It to
The mouth
Of the river
At the Other end
River Meets
Sea as I closely watch
The sunset closely guarding.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Light Of The Moon
Written by steve byrd, ricki & kim wilde
(light of the moon...)
You can't touch it
It won't let you near
You can't hold it
Cos it will disappear
You can't keep it
It don't belong to you
And when you need it
There's nothing you can do
Love has the final word
You're a fool if you can't see
But i know that the light of the moon
Belongs to me
Not the warmth of the sun
Caress of the breeze
Not the sound of the wind
As it blows through the trees
But the light of the moon
Belongs to me
Not the warmth of your smile
Caress of your hand
Not the love that you give me
Again and again
But the light of the moon
Belongs to me
So many people forget it
Set love free
Love is a river
Love is a raging sea
Don't try to tame it
Or you will watch it die
Don't try to chain it
You've got to let it fly
Love has the final word
You're a fool if you can't see
But i know that the light of the moon
Belongs to me
Not the warmth of the sun
Caress of the breeze
Not the sound of the wind
As it blows through the trees
But the light of the moon
Belongs to me
Not the warmth of your smile
Caress of your hand
Not the love that you give me
Again and again
But the light of the moon
Belongs to me
Ooh you say i live in a dream
That i live in a make-beleive
But i know that the light of the moon
Belongs to me
Not the warmth of the sun
Caress of your hand
Not the love that you give me
Again and again
But the light of the moon
Belongs to me
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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The Light Of The Moon (Belongs To Me)
Written by Steve Byrd, Ricki & Kim Wilde
(Light of the moon...)
You can't touch it
It won't let you near
You can't hold it
Cos it will disappear
You can't keep it
It don't belong to you
And when you need it
There's nothing you can do
Love has the final word
You're a fool if you can't see
But I know that the light of the moon
Belongs to me
Not the warmth of the sun
Caress of the breeze
Not the sound of the wind
As it blows through the trees
But the light of the moon
Belongs to me
Not the warmth of your smile
Caress of your hand
Not the love that you give me
Again and again
But the light of the moon
Belongs to me
So many people forget it
Set love free
Love is a river
Love is a raging sea
Don't try to tame it
Or you will watch it die
Don't try to chain it
You've got to let it fly
Love has the final word
You're a fool if you can't see
But I know that the light of the moon
Belongs to me
Not the warmth of the sun
Caress of the breeze
Not the sound of the wind
As it blows through the trees
But the light of the moon
Belongs to me
Not the warmth of your smile
Caress of your hand
Not the love that you give me
Again and again
But the light of the moon
Belongs to me
Ooh you say I live in a dream
That I live in a make-beleive
But I know that the light of the moon
Belongs to me
Not the warmth of the sun
Caress of your hand
Not the love that you give me
Again and again
But the light of the moon
Belongs to me
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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A Warm Summer Breeze
The trees whisper in the breeze
The forest peaceful, quiet, and serene.
The warm breeze like a soft caress,
Momentarily eliminating all stress.
Without delay it carries on
Leaving the place in silence when it's gone.
A summer day, a summer breeze,
Softly whispered through the trees.
The summer breeze, softly it comes,
Quickly it leaves,
Causing soft whispers in the trees.
It came and soon left, a warm summer breeze.
poem by Theo Townend
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Spring Evening Chant
Let the breeze blow,
Let the river flow,
In the spring evening
Let the moon come slow.
The music of the fallen leaves around
Or when they rolling on the forest ground,
Does it remind you the song
I've sung in a whispering sound?
The bird comes back to its nest,
And the sun sets down in the west,
The wrapper of the sky is disappeared,
Still I find in my mind unrest.
Let the breeze blow inside our mind's hollow,
Let the river flow and carry our heart's sorrow,
In the spring evening
Let the moon pass its way slow.
poem by Riffat Samad
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Moss Hanging From Sunset Trees
I love the beauty of nature
I love the quiet of a still river...
I love the beauty of rare pristine nature
I love the quiet tranquil flow of a still river...
I love the sparkle light on sunset water
I love moss hanging from sunset trees...
cool breeze blows across cool river water
sounds smells infuse senses river lover sees...
poem by Terence George Craddock
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What Does The Wind Say?
What does the wind say i wonder
When it whispers to the trees?
How do the leaves feel
Tumbling along the breeze?
How do the birds feel
When the wind abashes them?
What does the wind say
When it goes by on a summers day?
How do the dandelions feel
When they travel through the breeze?
How does the grass feel
When the wind whispers 'please'?
Does it go without fear
When it whispers softly in your ear?
So, I ask you again
What does the wind say?
poem by Giuliana Carder
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White Dicussion
I talk of freedom
you talk of the flag
I talk of revolution
you'd much rather brag
and as the decibels of this disenchanting
discourse continue to dampen the day
the coin flips again and again and again
and again as our sanity walks away
all this discussion
though politically correct
is dead beyond destruction
though it leaves me quite erect
and as the final sunset rolls behind the earth
and the clock is finally dead
I'll look at you, you'll look at me
and we'll cray a lot
but this will be what we said
this will be what we said
look where all this talking got us baby
song performed by by Live
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Star Light River
Star Light river how beautiful you are
With your unforgettable sunset on the river's edge
The colors of orange, gold, pink and red
Tiny little violets growing here and there
Then the stars come out lighting up the waterfront
Looking like tiny diamonds moving in their very own private dance
The lights of the city add to the glow
There is nothing more beautiful than the river's flow
The river that I have always called Star Light river
If only it could talk I'll bet it could tell us so many secrets
About love and life; I know that I love to sit and take in its beauty
It has such a peace that I enjoy
When I am feeling sad
I feel that it really understands
My very inner thoughts and I am not really alone
What a beautiful friend to have
It never deserts me
It is always there. I love you Star Light river
I promise I will be back to watch your very own private dance
Remembering my stories of love and romance
poem by Alma Jean Epps
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A sunset [ double Quintain (English and Sicilian) ]
While the red butterfly melts its wings
Within the light red poppy chain,
The pink gray cloud of the sunset rings
On the gray pink sky the light rays,
Seemingly thrown in a bloody pain.
The leaving sun abandons the sky
For a few hours and like crickets crawl,
The whispers of oak leaves mean good bye,
While the coming night is a dark haul,
Looking at the moon with a black eye.
The sun and the moon finds synergy,
Light becomes gray regolith of moon
With helium fusing energy,
Night makes moon looks like a big balloon
Or like swaddled in a big cocoon.
Much more, like thoughts enveloped in words
Or like souls carrying their divine love,
With feathers of light like Holy birds,
In the rain with drops of divine globes,
Falling down for giving love awards.
Like rain with drops of human spheres,
Pouring up to Him when they can hook
Or falling right down to disappear,
Reverse arch getting a killer look,
Trying to provide fragrance of fear.
Their waves are liquid and drain in sight
Of Earth to meet at infinity.
They are like dark rays in the pure light,
Light rays are arches for Trinity,
While dressed in wind seems to be the night.
Stars are candles and night lights them all,
The colors withdraw in the lost light.
In the black darkness they look so small.
The seeds of dream germinate for fight,
Becoming real for breaking their wall.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Well-Met Dearest
In Autumn least of all
Stranger things have occurred
Within the Mountain Flowers
Granted, their May is long gone,
And the long Autumn'd hours
Are nigh upon their evening dawn
Mystery abounds in the Summer's fall
With good reason, tall tales have endured
A time of Death, a destructive breeze
That loosens the leaves and stiffens the trees
For someone who admires the sunset
The breeze whispers a sweeter tale
For this one, Autumn is well- met
Begetting a heart-warming, Winter Pale
poem by Ryan C. Walker
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A Poem of Night and Fall
I thank you for the moon at night
and also for the stars that shine
and basking in it heavenly light
I wish the universe were mine
A midnight breeze
tosses my hair
and blows the leaves
of hidden trees
into fall air
a silver light
shines on the grass
a rabbits flight
then safe at last
at home tonight
a silver silence
speaks its presence
to the world
and in the fading, evening light
the dew drifts down
behold, the night
We see the shadows running past
and in the corners of our minds
we count the summer days till last
and the beginning is falls time
the scarlet leaves are mine
poem by Elizabeth Shield
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Right Across The River Bend
Right across the river bend there’s a warm gentle breeze.
Right across the river-bend are trees with yellow leaves.
Right across the river bend the water reflects the sun.
Right across the river bend is a smell of innocence.
Right across the river bend a robin’s egg is broken.
Right across the river-bend are peaceful mountain valleys.
Right across the river bend a dandelion is carried.
Right across the river bend are fields of shiny green grass.
Right across the riverbend are memories made to last.
poem by Alicia Page
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A Different Sunset
sometimes there will be a sunset
different from the rest of the usual sunsets
the one that threatens us
of a darkness that does not give anymore
the hint of another day
we shiver to this idea
of an irreversible rule of evil
darkness in eternity
disorder forever
but come to think of it
that sunset cannot be true by all mean of our logic
hope sets the mold of the triumph of the good
the just and the sanity of reason
the hands of love keeps holding the light to our
freedom
from despair
we do not mind all these doomsday prophets
we keep the boat sailing
under the moon we shall hear more of the songs
of the happy angels
we have nothing to lose now
since everything is taken
what we keep is only ourselves
that promise that must take us to the other side of our
world
there they say
what is eternal is a sunrise.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Philadelphia Freedom
I used to be a rolling stone
You know if the cause was right
Id leave to find the answer on the road
I used to be a heart beating for someone
But the times have changed
The less I say the more my work gets done
cause I live and breathe this philadelphia freedom
From the day that I was born Ive waved the flag
Philadelphia freedom took me knee-high to a man
Yeah gave me peace of mind my daddy never had
Oh philadelphia freedom shine on me, I love you
Shine a light through the eyes of the ones left behind
Shine a light shine a light
Shine a light wont you shine a light
Philadelphia freedom I love you, yes I do
If you choose to you can live your life alone
Some people choose the city
Some others choose the good old family home
I like living easy without family ties
Till the whippoorwill of freedom zapped me
Right between the eyes
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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If I was in the Moon - Pinewood Royal
From an idea by Sophie Mitchell-Dwelly
Before the coming of the night
I see the moon rise all dressed in white
In the crepuscular light
I see the stars come out so bright
As I watch the stars appear
Like diamonds on a velvet blanket
And when the sky is clear
I'm so glad that I am here with you
Oh The Moon she looks so pale
Do you think she's happy in her misty veil?
Oh her light is everywhere
On a beach of pebbles we're standing there
If I was in the moon
I wouldn't want to leave too soon
If I was in the moon
I might just stay for ever
Oh Dancing in the moonlight
Our feet feel so light
Dancing in the moonlight
Oh the stars are so bright
Owls calling through the trees
And the frogs are chirping in the evening breeze
The crickets play their tune
By the light of the magical moon
If I was in the moon
I wouldn't want to leave too soon
If I was in the moon
I might just stay for ever
poem by GuyPaul MitchellDwelly
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Ode to Persephone and Gwydion
Moon rise high above the sky
Light shine
Down
Mist floating in the air
Breeze rustling the leaves
Blowing
Sending them on there way
Moon light eliminate
The hidden
The dark
Show the path
For a journey to start
A whisper
A breeze
Winter’s arising on the dusk
A message of renewal
Death
Natures end to another year
Another time
Slips away
Silent’s stalks the night
Dawn
A new beginning
A past end
Sleep
Reawaken when spring arrives
Life
Coming back to the Earth
A cycle completed
A mystical journey’s end
(2: 23 a.m.11/4/08)
poem by James Strachota
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On the banks of the Hudson...an autumn day...
My boat is cruising down the river of my days
Leaving a white spreading wake of joy
Friends smile and I react in kind
The clouds sweep across the skies
Little breaks of sunlight seep through
and light the buildings on the river
Glowing gold and gleaming pink
In the sunset
Tugs, busily drone away at work
And the large liners ponderously stagger
into the dock
Buildings reach up into the sky
To catch the rays of a fast fading summer
The trees are bursting into flame
And throbbing with life before they sleep for the winter
....Along the Hudson river..........
poem by Annie Mark
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