The Creed Of The Wood
A WHIFF of forest scent,
Balsam and fern,
Won from dreary mood
My heart's return,
From its discontent,
Joy's run-away,
To the sweet, wise wood
And the laughing day.
Simple as dew and gleam
Is the creed of the wood!
The Beautiful gave us life,
And life is good.
Be the world but a dream,
Let the world go shod
With peace, not strife,
For the Dreamer is God.
poem by Katharine Lee Bates
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Day Dreamer
Day Dreamer
By: Adam M. Snow
If dreams would end with life of all life,
would our dreams still suffer with strife?
Would the day dreamer still dream,
or is it all that it may seem?
Dreaming in a night, or in a day,
dreaming as it's all flown away.
Living a life as it use to be,
like branches of stars we see.
Is this but a dream within a dream,
to grasp the glistening moonlight beam?
From dawn to dusk, dusk to dawn,
dreaming of that day that is gone.
That day to which all dreams died,
with all fears and hope we feel inside.
Dreams that died will be born once more.
dreams freed beyond the open door.
If dreams live within all life,
will it one day be free of all strife?
To be in the vastness of one's dream,
and lit the way with a sparkle gleam.
To be with peace and fear surround,
to be the lost now is found.
If dreams would end with life of all life,
would our dreams still suffer with strife?
poem by Adam M. Snow
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Another For The Briar-Rose
O treacherous scent, O thorny sight,
O tangle of world’s wrong and right,
What art thou ’gainst my armour’s gleam
But dusky cobwebs of a dream?
Beat down, deep sunk from every gleam
Of hope, they lie and dully dream;
Men once, but men no more, that Love
Their waste defeated hearts should move.
Here sleeps the world that would not love!
Let it sleep on, but if He move
Their hearts in humble wise to wait
On his new-wakened fair estate.
O won at last is never late!
Thy silence was the voice of fate;
Thy still hands conquered in the strife;
Thine eyes were light; thy lips were life.
poem by William Morris
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Beautiful Dreamer
BEAUTIFUL DREAMER
A flower quivers in the grass
A snail wanders across the path
They’re looking for your essence
The scent of a beautiful dreamer
The sun's look across the cities
Recalls memories of the departed
The snow-filled hills negotiate
With the eyes of a beautiful dreamer
Where have you been?
Who soaked your clothes with tears?
A word to heal embraces your name
To kiss and love a beautiful dreamer
Knowing anything is never enough
Feeling something is more than good
Perhaps it’s all one now, an amazing life
On the legendary face of a beautiful dreamer!
poem by Masa MbathaOpasha
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Beautiful Irish Dreamer
Beautiful dreamer who wake in the morn
Love and sweet passion, wait here with the dawn
Sounds of the morning, come with the day
Ill' kiss your sweet lips, here in the hay
Beautiful dreamer the Queen, for whom i do long
Lie in the soft sunlight, on this beautiful day
Soft is your heartbeat, that beat so strong
Beautiful dreamer, for whom i do long
Beautiful dreamer, who bathe in the sea
Like Mermaids sunbaking, on a rock made for thee
Over the water my love is born free
Beautiful dreamer girl of my song
Beautiful dreamer for whom i do long
Life is so sad now, now that your gone
Love has left us gone with the dawn
Beautiful dreamer, let me dream on
Beautiful dreamer, please wait for me
poem by Allan James Saywell
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Dream On
(bayer sager / golde / mayoff)
I surround myself with superficial things
Somethin to toy with
They dont mean a thing
I got my share of secrets
A long time overdue
I got a world inside me
Id better keep on running to
I dream on
I dream on
A fantasy to guide me
And hope to see me through
I dream on
I dream on
Do you wanna be a dreamer?
Be a dreamer
If you wanna be a dreamer
Be a dreamer
Come on, baby, be a dreamer, be a dreamer, oh, oh
Now, my friends all say Im crazy
And Im blowing every chance
til until I hear your sweet, sweet music
Nothins gonna make me dance
cause Im a dreamer and my eyes give me away
Oh, theyre always sayin
All the things Id never say
I dream on
I dream on
A fantasy to guide me
And hope to see me through
I dream on
I dream on
Do you wanna be a dreamer?
Be a dreamer
If you wanna be a dreamer
(be a dreamer)
Come on, baby, be a dreamer, be a dreamer, oh
Do you wanna be a dreamer?
(be a dreamer)
If you wanna be a dreamer
(be a dreamer)
Come on, baby, be a dreamer, (be a dreamer), oh, oh
I believe in magic
And in wishes coming true
Somethin tells me, baby
That you believe it, too
I dream on
I dream on
A fantasy to guide me
And hope to see me through
I dream on
I dream on
Do you wanna be a dreamer?
(be a dreamer)
If you wanna be a dreamer
(be a dreamer)
Come on, baby, be a dreamer
(be a dreamer)
Ooh, hoo
If you wanna be a dreamer
Be a dreamer
Be a dreamer
Oh, yeah
Do you wanna?
Do you wanna be a dreamer?
Ah, ha, be a dreamer
Yeah, be a dreamer, oh, ho
Do you wanna be a dreamer?
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Beautiful Dreamer Serenade
1 Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
2 Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
3 Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
4 Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd a way!
5 Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
6 List while I woo thee with soft melody;
7 Gone are the cares of life's busy throng, --
8 Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
9 Beautiful dreamer awake unto me!
10 Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea
11 Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;
12 Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
13 Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.
14 Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
15 E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
16 Then will all clouds of sorrow depart, --
17 Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
18 Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
poem by Stephen C. Foster
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Through The Wood
THROUGH the wood, the green wood, the wet wood, the light wood,
Love and I went maying a thousand lives ago;
Shafts of golden sunlight had made a golden bright wood
In my heart reflected, because I loved you so.
Through the wood, the chill wood, the brown wood, the bare wood,
I alone went lonely no later than last year,
What had thinned the branches, and wrecked my dear and fair wood,
Killed the pale wild roses and left the rose-thorns sere?
Through the wood, the dead wood, the sad wood, the lone wood,
Winds of winter shiver through lichens old and grey,
You ride past forgetting the wood that was our own wood
All our own--and withered as ever a flower of May.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Beautiful Dreamer
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
I'll by the moonlight have all pass'd away!
Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I would thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng.
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea,
Mermaids are chaunting the wild sea;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.
Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
And as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
poem by Jenny Piñero
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Beautiful Dreamer
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!
Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng.
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea,
Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.
Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
poem by Adam Clarke
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Yes I Believe
The spirit of Christmas is the spirit of love
Still there when the innocence has gone
But we have each other we laugh and we cry
The cares of the world still carry on
Yes I believe in a better world
And like the rest of us I pray
For peace on this earth and a better life
With every beautiful day
I once met a holy man who showed me the way
The road to tranquility at last
The more he was listening, the more he would say
With the tales of the days of future passed
He said "Yes I believe in a better world
And like the rest of us I try
To hold on to hope for a better life
With every day that goes by"
And if we dare to dream of Paradise unseen
It might come true
And if you stand by me
I swear with all my heart
I'll stand by you
Yes, I believe in a better world
A world where my sisters can be free
And I have a place in my brother's heart
For everybody to see
I dream of my destiny, my days in the sun
To live in the garden of our love
I search for some happiness
I search for my soul
I pray for some strength from God above
Yes, I believe in a better world
And like the rest of us, I pray
For peace on this earth and a better life
With every beautiful day
With every beautiful day.
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Within reach
I pray Almighty and rest,
No more questions and no more zest,
Continue to strive always for best,
Is it not the time for simple test?
HE has done all his best,
Provided us with very good nest,
Simple food but better than feast,
No botheration or worry at least,
With all good at our disposal,
Never we make simple proposal?
Always we demand and more propose,
Less he considers and quickly disposes,
What a beautiful and lovely creation?
Everything before us for recreation,
Doesn’t require any certificate or citation,
For descent living and more facilitation,
O merciful you created it within my reach,
Lovely sea shore and beautiful beach,
Nothing to learn and nothing to teach,
Confine to self and nothing to preach,
Nothing stops me from being an honest,
Sowing well and reaping rich harvest,
Life is mission and not merely a conquest,
Everything you get at simple request,
Eat well, think well and speak also good,
no complaint about nature or good mood,
All carving made from precious wood,
So I see him around whether sat or stood
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sonnet- The World Behaves Differently
The world around me looks topsy-turvy;
Men have forgotten God, honesty, love;
The worldly-wise are lazy and envy;
The righteous souls who live God-willed from above.
The world won't encourage the artists new;
Nevertheless, they place hurdles and blocks;
The honest souls these days are found but few;
Loathes the boat at sea, the ship in docks!
The need for wealth goads people to the brink,
Of risks and disasters that maim one's life;
And people hoard for future, food and drink;
There cannot be life without any strife.
And lost has man, his peace of mind and heart;
Discontent always, he tends to depart.
poem by John Celes
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The ultimate sin...
Or soul is black when it doesn't sing true,
How many lies must be told before they become true?
Your soul only exists because god gave you one,
And he shall take it and mould it, tell you where you belong...
And if you wish to live a better and worthwhile life,
Then pray to god to take away all of your strife.
A life without god is deemed to be hell,
Looking at the world today, how can we tell?
Let me be, let me breathe, let me live, let me die,
Reveal who I am and please tell me why.
Am I only here because god gave me life?
Yet his cosmic plan seems filled with strife...
We are all the masters of our own true goal,
So we are all the god that rules our soul.
Some choose to be prick's in a troublesome way,
For good and evil live with us each day...
If god really is the one who own's my soul,
Then what the hell is his ultimate goal?
For living my life with all of my kin,
Just seems to be my one true sin...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
God has become the most popular scapegoat for man... Lets stop blaming the magic man that lives in the sky and realise... We're the one's that fucked it up... And we're the ones who can fix it...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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My Delight and Thy Delight
My delight and thy delight
Walking, like two angels white,
In the gardens of the night:
My desire and thy desire
Twining to a tongue of fire,
Leaping live, and laughing higher:
Thro' the everlasting strife
In the mystery of life.
Love, from whom the world begun,
Hath the secret of the sun.
Love can tell, and love alone,
Whence the million stars were strewn,
Why each atom knows its own,
How, in spite of woe and death,
Gay is life, and sweet is breath:
This he taught us, this we knew,
Happy in his science true,
Hand in hand as we stood
'Neath the shadows of the wood,
Heart to heart as we lay
In the dawning of the day.
poem by Robert Seymour Bridges
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A Forest Scene
As I went down a forest place
At the closing of the year
To find me peace, and gather grace
In this green gladness here.
I saw a scene I knew of old,
In many a year gone by
A loveliness to have and hold
Here, with the gully waters cold,
And the bland, blue peeping sky.
And I saw the blue wrens trooping near,
And I heard the thrushes call,
And found surcease from worldly fear
For a peace was over all.
And my mind went back to long ago,
For here was a scene I knew
Where the gums and ancient tree ferns grow,
And the ever-lasting waters flow,
And life yields little new.
And I thought of the world - of the world of men,
Who ever seek them change,
And haste, and hectic, haste again
To a goal beyond their range.
And I heard the thrush and the blue wren there
Fluting their songs of glee
For them this world was passing fair,
And they found content and gladness there.
Why came not peace to me?
Then I saw life, as men see life
I who am but a man;
And I dreamed of a scene devoid of strife,
Built on the good God's plan.
And I came me back from that forest place,
With a dream to have and hold,
Of men with naught but life to face,
Of men grown young in simple grace,
And the birds and the bush grown old!
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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My Beautiful World
My Beautiful World is kind
My Beautiful World is sweet
My Beautiful World is nice
My Beautiful World is generous
My Beautiful World is selfless
My Beautiful World has given me everything i need, and then some
I love My Beautiful World, and My Beautiful World loves me
I am the only one on My Beautiful World
But i am not lonely, not in the least bit
My Beautiful World and I have each other
But...there is a problem
My Beautiful World is tired
My Beautiful World is sore
My Beautiful world has wounds and scars
Some will never heal
I do everything i can to help
My Beautiful World wants to explode
and the thing is...
I'm still on My Beautiful World
So if she explodes, I explode with her
It would be an honor to go like that...
But that is not how i want it to end
I want to be on My Beautiful World forever
If you haven't figured it out yet
My Beautiful world isn't a world at all
She is a very special person...
who happens to mean the world to me.
poem by That lil emo kid
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Variations on a Theme by Joyce
The war is in words and the wood is the world
That turns beneath our rootless feet;
the vines that reach, alive and snarled,
Across the path where the sand is swirled,
Twist in the night. The light lies flat.
The war is in words and the wood is the world.
The rain is ruin and our ruin rides
The swiftest winds; the wood is whorled
And turned and smoothed by the turning tides.
--There is rain in the woods, slow rain that breeds
The war in the words. The wood is the world.
This rain is ruin and our ruin rides.
The war is in words and the wood is the world,
Sourceless and seized and forever filled
With green vine twisting on wood more gnarled
Than dead men's hands. The vines are curled
Around these branches, crushed and killed.
The war is in words and the wood is the world.
poem by Weldon Kees
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Beautiful Dreamer
Stephen foster
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lulld by the moonlight have all passd away!
Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of lifes busy throng
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea,
Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.
Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
Een as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Like a Dream
Like a dream you came into my life,
and like a dream I shall treat you,
in the forest of the second hand emotion,
I lost the battle to you,
but never could I put you aside,
even when you couldn't care when I cried,
you never showed up when I tried,
to break the world wherein you reside.
like a dream you loved me,
and like a dream I shall love you,
in the traffic of silver cars and golden planes,
I gave up my search for you,
gave up my dream for you,
a non entity,
a non dreamer I called you,
thought we would one day meet,
in lovers' street,
by the lanes of a dream,
along the pool of romance,
thought we would dance,
our last dance.
like a dream you saw me,
and like a dream I shall see you,
but don't you call me back,
to swim in your river of madness,
or jump in the joy of your sadness,
love me or hate me,
respect or insult me,
it won't affect me,
for like a dream you have forgotten me,
and like a dream I must forget you.
poem by Rinki Nandy
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When I Am Frustrated
Today I am as frustrated as can be and I need The Lord to comfort me.
I need Christ’s Peace to fill my heart before my day can even start.
When my heart begins to well with fear I know my Lord is always near.
I need my focus to be on Him when my emotions begin to stir within.
All my times are in The Lord’s Hands even when I don’t understand.
As Satan sets me up for a fall, in The Lord I can rise above it all.
When in my life my heart is tried, I remember that for me Christ died.
When I begin my day with The Lord the peace to my heart is restored.
When things about me shift like sand, on The Eternal Rock I’ll stand.
He who gave me my very life will help me through this day of strife.
Christ helps me through every day, as I cast all my cares His way.
He is with me each day my friend, preparing me for the coming end.
Trials do come and trials go, but this life is temporal, this I know.
Home is where the heart is friend and this fallen world is not my end.
In my trials He helps me see that all this strife ceases in Eternity.
No more pain and no more strife, just a pure and perfect Eternal Life.
As I focus on Christ’s soon return a peace in my heart begins to churn.
And this is one that will not cease, as this my friend is Eternal Peace.
Then today’s frustration melts away, as I know I’m not here to stay.
For soon I will see His face as I’m raptured from this temporal place.
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