Delos
For Diana Gould
On charts they fall like lace,
Islands consuming in a sea
Born dense with its own blue:
And like repairing mirrors holding up
Small towns and trees and rivers
To the still air, the lovely air:
From the clear side of springing Time,
In clement places where the windmills ride,
Turning over grey springs in Mykonos,
In shadows with a gesture of content.
The statues of the dead here
Embark on sunlight, sealed
Each in her model with the sightless eyes:
The modest stones of Greeks,
Who gravely interrupted death by pleasure.
And in harbours softly fallen
The liver-coloured sails -
Sharp-featured brigantines with eyes -
Ride in reception so like women:
The pathetic faculty of girls
To register and utter desire
In the arms of men upon the new-mown waters,
Follow the wind, with their long shining keels
Aimed across Delos at a star.
poem by Lawrence Durrell
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Pretoria At Half Past Four
At half past four
while the civil service employees
are going home
blue-white thunderbolts crash down
while an afternoon shower begins
and the road becomes a skating rink.
Pedestrians run into the shelter of buildings,
the road workers stop their labour
where they are repairing the road,
while the main roads run like small rivers
with water flowing knee deep
and housewives in the suburbs take cover
behind closed doors.
Inside the shelter of a small church
you are peaceful on your knees
while you pray
and a few lost teenagers
sit scared on the back benches
and the banner in the church
proclaims that God saves.
Some light fall radiating white on your face,
while outside lightning bolts are crashing down,
while somewhere in the distance sirens below;
you talk like every other day
with the God of the universe.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Death Of The Trees
My town is a place where
The rich tourists come,
With mountains and rivers
That glint in the sun!
Luxuriant beaches
Of ivory sand,
But all the jade forests
Now no longer stand!
There once were lush jungles
That grew dense and tall,
But woodcutters came when
The town was still small...
They hacked all the trees down
And shipped them away,
In huge merchant vessels
That sailed to the bay!
They went back to Europe
With precious hard woods,
Sold it as furniture
And other fine goods...
I wish I could travel
In time to the day
Before people cleared all
The forests away!
I wish I had seen them
Before settlers came,
The mountains and rivers
May still be the same...
Iron, Yellow, Black Wood
And most of all trees,
Don't sway any more in
The fresh coastal breeze...
This poetry is an adapted poem for
Lisa La Grange, her copyright,2012.
poem by Denis Martindale
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Island
Islands call out to me like the highlands that I always see in my dreams of home,
I am never alone when I'm there.
Islands, like so many dreams, are like canyons, but off the main stream.
And there's no one there, the dreamer is always alone.
And the mighty blue ocean keeps rolling on every shore, like the spirit that binds us together,
we are so much more than islands.
Islands belong to the sea like the dark sands of my memory.
When the morning comes they are stepping-stones to the sun.
And the mighty blue ocean keeps rolling on every shore, like the spirit that binds us together,
we are so much more than islands, islands.
song performed by by John Denver
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Become A Poet (For Patti)
some hearts are born hungry,
with a hunger that makes
mountains tremble, and trees fall.
some souls are born thirsty,
with a thirst that makes
rivers run dry, and clouds weep
without aching tears.
some spirits are born reaching,
from beneath the earth
to the realm of the sky,
touching, always daring to touch.
some beings are born to love,
and love so much so hard,
that the void left by the flood
cannot be filled...
and so become a poet!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Train Window
Small towns
Crawling out of their green shirts…
Tubercular towns
Coughing a little in the dawn…
And the church…
There is always a church
With its natty spire
And the vestibule—
That's where they whisper:
Tzz-tzz… tzz-tzz… tzz-tzz…
How many codes for a wireless whisper—
And corn flatter than it should be
And those chits of leaves
Gadding with every wind?
Small towns
From Connecticut to Maine:
Tzz-tzz… tzz-tzz…tzz-tzz…
poem by Lola Ridge
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Sea Knows When
shy of blue getting through
dodging pain from me and you
it's my cave, my last ideal to put the bed out in the hall
we're diving now
we're plotting charts and finding faults
we're making lists down in the vaults
i have no angel to watch me fall
sky of blue and i told you
that i don't know how i should do
i wrote it down, i threw it out
now i find i'm left without
and the sea knows when it's going to end
song performed by by Nada Surf
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The Best Way To Avoid Publicity
The best way to avoid publicity in small towns,
Especially...
Where there are those who are quick to peek and probe.
Is to pretend to seek it!
That's right.
People living in small towns love to believe,
There are those living amongst them...
Who seek attention.
And there are very few people I know,
Who advocate the advertising for peace of mind.
People living in small towns,
Frown down upon others...
Just on general principle anyway.
Anything that does not conform to limitation,
Is ignored and left alone.
That's why many celebrities and other notables,
Choose these places to live to be shunned and go unnoticed.
And this feeling has a mutual understanding that is respected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Naked Eye
You can come inside
Come into the naked eye
My only world falls in again
I see your face fall in again
Its so dark
I dont know your name
Its so dark
And I dont know your name
Only mirrors lie only mirrors lie now
Only mirrors lie only mirrors lie now
Through the needles eye
Through the needles eye now
Only mirrors lie
Lie lie
You can come inside
Come into the naked eye
Naked
Naked
I feel so high
Going up on the wall
And youre down below me
Look all around look all around now
Look all around look all around now
Only mirrors lie only mirrors lie now
Only mirrors lie only mirrors lie now
Through the needles eye
Through the needles eye now
Only mirrors lie
Lie lie
You can come inside
Come into the naked eye
Naked
Naked
Just wanted a special view
Just me and you
Just just just the two of us
Just two of us
Going up on the wall
Up on the wall
Going up on the wall
Up on the wall
Naked eye naked eye
What do you see
And whats there to learn
Reading your books
Third diagram
Someones in the room down below
Someone someone
Someone below
Insects
Cherries
To the cherries
On the wall
Spider
Lyrics : j kerr music : simple minds (c) emi publishing ltd reproduced without permission
song performed by by Simple Minds
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Any Day Now
Any day now
I will hear you say
Goodbye my love
Youll be on your way
In the wild, beautiful bird
You will have flown, yeah
Any day now, Ill be all alone
(and you wont be around)
Any day now
When your restless eyes
Meet someone new
Too my sad surprise
And the blue shadows will fall
All over town, yeah
Any day now
You wont be around
(and love will let me down)
I shouldnt want to keep
If you dont want to stay
Until youre gone forever
Ill be holding out
For dear life, holding out
Holding you this way
(and begging you to stay)
Any day now
When the clock strikes go
Youll go away
Then my tears will fall
And the blue shadows will fall
All over town, yeah
Any day now
You wont be around
(and love will let me down)
song performed by by Carpenters
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Dont You Feel Small
Ask the mirror on the wall
Whos the biggest fool of all,
Bet you feel small,
It happens to us all.
See the world
Ask whats it for,
Understanding, nothing more,
Dont you feel small,
It happens to us all.
Time is now to spread your voice,
Times to come therell be no choice,
Why do you feel small,
It happens to us all.
Look at progress,
Then count the cost,
Well spoil the seas
With the rivers weve lost.
See the writing on the wall,
Hear the mirrors warning call.
Thats why you feel small,
It happens to us all.
Ask the mirror on the wall
Whos the biggest fool of all,
Bet you feel small,
It happens to us all.
song performed by by Moody Blues
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a Greek Island of M.
YELLOW moon
with orange stains
islands of saffron
electric blue skies
marine blue horizon
shadows of islands
a black dome
light
inside a house of
prayer
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mirror Here Mirror There
Mirror in this hall shows what I hate most of all
In the bath shows me where I fall
At twelve shows me where I stand tall
Yet it shows a short standing of all
To the mirror in my left and right
Shows what disgusts thy life
When most others fall to the mirrors walls
But thy stand to fall and look in the mirrors halls
Thy tremble down these mirrors halls
To were the mirror shows were I shall fall
Then leave my mirror on the darken wall
To show another soul where to fall
Then leave their mirror in another gleaming hall
poem by Nick Trager
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Silhouettes of trees
Against pink petticoat sky
In blue and white lace
haiku by Dorothy Holmes (25 July 2007)
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Silhouettes of trees
Against pink petticoat sky
In blue and white lace
haiku by Dorothy Holmes
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The Small Poem/ However Dense And Deep
THE SMALL POEM/ HOWEVER DENSE AND DEEP
The small poem-
However dense and deep,
Can never solely Be
The greatest poetry.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Broken Windows Shattered Mirrors
Broken windows shattered mirrors
The tiny slivers fall like tears
They cut me till my arms run red
They make me wish that I was dead
And though I try to carry on
I know my time here's almost gone
Broken windows shattered mirrors
Broken windows shattered mirrors
I'm surrounded by these fears
I know I shouldn't be afraid
I feel like I'm locked up in a cage
I push and pull try to get out
I scream until I just can't shout
Broken windows shattered mirrors
Broken windows shattered mirrors
I'll have bad luck seven years
I know it's just a superstition
But I also know it's pure intuition
That made me stay not fade away
So I could live another day
Broken windows shattered mirrors
poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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President Johnson and I have a lot in common. We were both born in small towns and we're both fortunate in the fact that we think we married above ourselves.
quote by Richard M. Nixon
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Islands
This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the seasons of the heart album, and has also been released on the earth songs, the john denver collection - sunshine on my shoulder an
Very best of john denver (single cd) albums.
Islands call out to me
Like the highlands that I always see
In my dreams of home
I am never alone when I am there
Islands like so many dreams
Are like canyons but off the main stream
And theres no one there
The dreamer is always alone
And the mighty blue ocean
Keeps rolling on every shore
Like the spirit that binds us together
We are so much more than islands
Islands belong to the sea
Like the dark sands of my memory
When the morning comes
They are stepping stones to the sun
And the mighty blue ocean
Keeps rolling on every shore
Like the spirit that binds us together
We are so much more than islands
Words and music by john denver
song performed by by John Denver
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The Speedwell (Novelinee)
In small bushes brilliant blue wild it grows
and if picked the tiny flowers fall,
in spring it is among the hedgerows
with eyes constantly watching it is small
and in the early red morning new born,
something living tranquil and really free
like a inviting berry on the thorn
it has a kind of serene beauty
is very fragile and somewhat lovely.
poem by Gert Strydom
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There Is Nothing
there are no blue skies
no shining sun
there are no birds in the air
there is no wind
there are no trees on the plains
no forest in the mountains
there are no seas
neither shall there be islands
without you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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