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Keep the Rest

They land on the grass by the river
Invisible with growling eyes
They are the dead things
The swirl of manipulation
They are control and tedious games
You see it too, good
Let's make love
Why do they want war?

Consciousness is a fragile island
Mistakes are clattering off the wall
She is the land full of flowers
We are like drained lovers
The world bothers us
Your body is like home
We have decided to not let it in
Except for the birds chirping
The trees in the breeze
The sea and the tides
They can stay along with the flowers

You can keep the rest

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Whose Country Is This?

Whose country is this?
It is a land full of snakes;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of many waters;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of thieves! !
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of people;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of oil;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of earthquakes!
Whose country is this?
it is a land full of lovers;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of volcanoes!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of beautiful flowers;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of hansome men;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of beautiful women;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of roses;
Whose country is this?
it is a land ruled only by men;
Whose country is this?
It is a land without rainfall;
Whose country is this?
It is a land ruled by a woman;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of corruption!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pirates! !
Whose country is this?
It is a land ruled by law;
Whose country is this?
It is a land controlled by rebels!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of ice;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pregnant women;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of the sins of Sodom and Gomorrah!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of singers;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of troubles;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of war! !
Whose country is this?
It is a land with the biggest cemetery in the wolrd!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of desert;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of trees;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pregnant teenagers!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of timber;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of hatred;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of love;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of care;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of peace;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of smokers!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of businesses;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of harlots;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of wise people;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of idiots!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of gold;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of cocoa;
Whose country is this?
It is a alnd full of crabs;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of evil;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of rainfalls;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of ants;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of horses;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pigs;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of statues;
Whose country is this?
it is a land full of birds;
And so on, and so forth!
Because nature had made them so as we see them around us,
But the wise and fool live together on this earth.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Love at Sea

WE ARE in love’s land to-day;
Where shall we go?
Love, shall we start or stay,
Or sail or row?
There’s many a wind and way,
And never a May but May;
We are in love’s hand to-day;
Where shall we go?

Our landwind is the breath
Of sorrows kissed to death
And joys that were;
Our ballast is a rose;
Our way lies where God knows
And love knows where.
We are in love’s hand to-day—

Our seamen are fledged Loves,
Our masts are bills of doves,
Our decks fine gold;
Our ropes are dead maids’ hair,
Our stores are love-shafts fair
And manifold.
We are in love’s land to-day—

Where shall we land you, sweet?
On fields of strange men’s feet,
Or fields near home?
Or where the fire-flowers blow,
Or where the flowers of snow
Or flowers of foam?
We are in love’s hand to-day—

Land me, she says, where love
Shows but one shaft, one dove,
One heart, one hand.
—A shore like that, my dear,
Lies where no man will steer,
No maiden land.

poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Fly Me Away

Fly me away, Raven, fly me away
To some far-off land where I can stay.

Here there once was laughing and gladness.
Now there is only regrets and sadness.

In your feathers make a nest
So while you travel I may rest,

...So I may have peaceful sleep never-ending
Where no more am I exposed to grief descending.

Let me stay in your sweet sable feathers
For in time unlimited measures.

Send me to the land of jewels and flowers
Where only good magic resides and it may be ours.

Fly me away, Raven, fly me away
To some distant land where I may stay.

poem by Patricia Wulf
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To A Nephew

it is upon my calling that you are here today.
i am very happy.

i am seeing a very tall man now
towering like a tree.

look at this place this island
the flowers no longer bloom
and the trees are shedding off their leaves
the corn seeds that i have sown a month ago
have not grown
and the river on the other side has dried up
the sun scorches this place
and the moon does not like to rest on the hills

let me take you to the window of this house
for you to see the rainbow connecting this island
to another island

this is the bridge between us
and i am giving you the power to cross the sea
of this rift

tonight in this harrowing darkness
we shall cross to the other side and leave this island for good

you shall own the island and sow the corn seeds again
the trees shall bow before you and the flowers shall bloom again
the rivers shall have their water and the hills are ready for the moon

and then i will be gone.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Island

Sometimes it seems like yesterday
Other times more than a million years
Oh little girl sweeter than an angel
When I think of her I laugh,
And drown in my own tears
You draw your first breath so close to me
Now weve been apart for years and years
She can wash the land away, tides turning everyday,
All I really came to say is
I still love you my sweet island
Maybe times will someday build a bridge for us
Somewhere father down the line; I know
But for you this;
To show you whos on my mind
She can wash the land away, tides turning everyday,
All I really came to say is
I still love you my sweet island
Whatever they may say about my silence
Remember Im an island too
Were connected by more than an ocean
My blood runs in you
She can wash the land away, tides turning everyday,
All I really came to say is
I still love you my sweet island

song performed by by Allman Brothers Band
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Temple Beside The Pond

A Temple Beside The Pond
Surrounded with date trees;
And trees loaded with flowers,
Receiving cold cool breeze.
Coming across the acres of farmers land
From grove of mango trees,
To this holy peaceful place from home,
A narrow spiral way leads.
The pond itself adorned with lotuses,
Many water plants and weeds.
Halt for thirsty castles and tired villagers,
Pleasure of fishing and diving exceeds;
Fragrances of flowers and fireflies at night
Stand the place in good stead.

poem by Jyoti Sunit Chaudhary
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To The Land

To the land of bribes,
To the land of telephones,
To the land of corruptions,
To the land of trains,
To the land of shops,
To the land of thieves,
To the land of connections,
To the land of drugs,
To the land of trucks,
To the land of cats,
To the land of Banks,
To the land of dogs, To the land of footballers,
To the land of dragons,
To the land of hope,
To the land of ice-cream,
To the land of potatoes,
To the land of chocolates,
To the land of tomatoes,
To the land of apples,
To the land of coffee,
To the land of lights,
To the land of ships,
To the land of birds,
To the land of tigers,
To the land of carpets,
To the land of pillows,
To the land of lions,
TO the land of toys,
To the land of horses,
To the land of beds,
To the land of roses,
To the land of love,
To the land of passion,
To the land of romance;
I never new women do snore until i married one.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Secret

WHAT says the wind to the waving trees?
What says the wave to the river?
What means the sigh in the passing breeze?
Why do the rushes quiver?
Have you not heard the fainting cry
Of the flowers that said 'Good-bye, good-bye'?
List how the gray dove moans and grieves
Under the woodland cover;
List to the drift of the falling leaves,
List to the wail of the lover.
Have you not caught the message heard
Already by wave and breeze and bird?
Come, come away to the river's bank,
Come in the early morning;
Come when the grass with dew is dank,
There you will find the warning —
A hint in the kiss of the quickening air
Of the secret that birds and breezes bear.

poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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This Is My Land

Bill dees
The sun on the rim of the view overlooking all that I love
Lights up every leaf and blade, birds circling high above
With trembling hand I reach down and say this is my land
This land will pass on to my child, when hes grown
To love it as much as i, for all the sons gone by
And when hes a man hell do what he can
For this, my land, this is my land
When young men die in glory and for freedom take their stand
May they sing this same proud story, this is my land
Life fade away, and my body is laid to rest on the ground
May this comfort fill my soul more on the land, I know
That those after me say with much dignity
This is my land, this is my land

song performed by by Roy Orbison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Dreamers

I see trees of Gold
leaves of silver
in my dream land

flowers that sing
birds that dance
hippos do the fandango

and I
cry

tears of joy.

I see the Peace of Angels
hearts which meld
and join at the soul's juncture

in my dream land

I see cats doing cartwheels
dogs which speak Shakespeare

lovers who can fly
each one having one wing
and with these two wings
take flight
which is what love allows

in my dream land

Dark and Light
compliment
rather than contest
plenty abounds
with Community

I write on the walls of caves
and thereby invent Art
I learn to grow food
rather that kill it.

I learn to read
in my dream land

and they
called me crazy.

That is what they always say
about dreamers.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Flower naturally to boom

I had always wished flowers to boom
With nice place, space and very good room
Where they can come out from their hiding
See the world themselves and chiding

We know it is for short duration
So is the life too in question!
Why do we stop them from booming?
When danger is already large looming?

Let children too invade this holy land
No restriction for their coming to befriend
Lovely air and nature for very good refuge
Large and tall trees with mountains so huge

We want their arrival restricted
Cruelty and other sorts inflicted
Yet they come despite out precaution
We just need to think it with only caution

We need to leave certain things to our creator
He is whole and sole and real mentor
What we are on earth today?
Just helpless animal pushed away

We do the things never called for
We defy the rules and kill the persons in war
We recklessly aim at complete annihilation
How can we go in for such devastation?

Let us do the complete rethinking
Take steps before ship is sinking
Not a blade of grass may grow
If we continuously pollute the river flow

We can destroy the land several times today
Still some weapons will be left to throw away
We can mange to destroy but not to revive
Yet time is left to think over and survive

What will be left on earth to enjoy?
If we employ the methods to destroy
Why flowers, children, and trees alone?
Only beautiful earth will left behind with stones

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A flower's boom