Grass
May I lay upon your essence fresh.
With morning dew as the Sun slowly rises,
In bluing skies.
May I,
Grass...
Just lay with my back on you.
To feel your hold,
Lush to the touch.
So green against my skin.
Feeling a new day,
Beginning.
And welcoming it,
Happy and grinning.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lush Green Dew - Duncan Wyllie & Ernestine Northover
The lush green dew that rises.
The mist that covers the lawn.
Droplets of water declare.
Dancers that rise in the morn
swirling. The patterns escape
dreamily into the air.
Oceans of clouds hanging, drape,
having not one single care.
Sun rising o’er the garden,
filling each dewdropp with light.
No heart could ever harden
to this beauty in our sight,
of lush green dew that rises.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Dawning
it is dawning
gray wraps the trees and grass in black
as i walk along this boulevard
the light comes
thru the shutters of the clouds
this morning
rays like hands touch me
there is warmth
spreading on my face
there is fire
in my heart
i look at the stretch of
of acacia trees where the street lights
slowly close one by one
and at this moment
the years spread themselves
like some green grass
where i rest my weary soul
in my mind
i always remember you
on my side i can stll feel the warmth
of your skin
it simply dawned in me
the fire of yesterday
and the coldness was gone
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Tree And I
the tree and i
we are feeling as one
in its motionless gesture
of its leaves that fall
and touch me
my skin that wrap my
fingers they rub and
arrive at a beginning
they stay for a while
they do not talk
they stay longer in a while
a dew comes out
from the pores of both
leaf and finger
a glow arises from
a glance and then
they all look
up to the blue skies
their gazes long
and they are lost
and they all sing
the praises about
these feelings of
eternity. They had
long been asking
what is their beginning
and now they are
asking if there is
an end to all these
bitter barks and
sticky saps and
happy tendrils and
hoping seeds.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Connection
You look into each others eyes,
And a new feeling comes over you.
You want more than a kiss.
So you slowly let them get ontop of you.
They slowly carress your body with their touch and an overwhelming passion goes through you viens as the feeling is created through you bodies.
You want them more so you slowly let every part of them feel what your like inside.
Once the feeling is gone.
You think about how lucky you are too have them.
Then the feeling of loves gets stronger and the connection between you body starts to happen again.
For you have always enjoyed their touch because you love them.
poem by Christina J. Williams
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The Chimney
this morning...this morning..this morning
the chimney of the desolate house in front of mine
is smoking...smoking...smoking
what a lovely sight
who may be there
on the snow
white smoke onthe white snow
the bare plum tree is
grinning...grinning..grinning
the black crow
on the hazel nut tree
crowing...crowing...crowing
as if life is newly beginning...beginning...beginning
guess..who is there...who is there
behind the yellow lignt seen at night
shining from the desolate window
someone...someone....someone
living. ..emerging from the house
ı wish all the chimneys of the lonely poor smoked
in the wilderness of the cold..cold of the snow
what a happy and a lovely sight
the desolate chimney is smoking...smoking...smoking
ı wish ı were in this old house too
with the mystery of the ancients
where they have come
ı never knew
the desolate house is reviving this morn
ı only see the shadows
growing...growing....growing..and moving
poem by Metin Sahin
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Springs Arrival and Winter Thaw
the sun rises to greet the morning
the ground dew only winters thaw
soft to the touch of the hand
leaves and flowers spread out
centre picture of the setting scene
springs arrival postcard of the season
birds return to roost in trees
naked branches now filling up
rainfall fresh and awakening
its a new beginning, new life
something to grow into
the daylight lasts longer
and the air smells fresher
winter melts away slowly
with the arrival of spring
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Perfect World
We can realign the stars if you just close your eyes.
We can watch the skies like we did before.
Happiness is when you wake up in the morning still thinking you are in a dream from the night before.
Happiness is when you breathe the perfume of flowers not noticing their backdropp against the luscious carpet of emerald meadows.
Happiness is following the intrinsic requests of your heart and soul and happy in the idea that you are doing what your heart desires most.
While all around you the mighty world strikes at the portal to your very being, essence of yourself.
Happiness is feeling that you’re only a small example of a grand creation yet still feeling higher than the mountains themselves.
Happiness is when you smile at yourself in the mirror without thinking of someway to change yourself.
Happiness is walking out the house not caring what your appearance is because you don’t care what people think of you.
Happiness is knowing that you are loved for you and not some made-up unnatural stranger.
To be seen as the real me, not letting anyone put me down or hold me back is what would make me happy.
Hence why I smile eternally.
poem by Jane Tomlin
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Looking Back At The Greens
i too look back at those green things
from the point of view of my
green thumb
a vegetable garden without an aphid on a leaf
a row of roses, lush green leaves
and red blooms
some petals falling due to the
wind
a line of green mint trees along the path
leading to the highway
sounds of motors threatening what green there is
i come back and settle on this patch
of green meadows
and grass and gray shade
my own shadow cast
on the huge gabi leaf.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Green Green Grass Of Home
The old hometown looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my mama and papa
And down the road I look and there runs Mary
Her golden lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they've all come to meet me
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly
It's so good to touch the
Green, green grass of home.
The old house is still standing
Though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on
Down the lane I'd walk with my sweet Mary
Her golden lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Yesm they've all come
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly
It's so good to touch the
Green, green grass of home.
Then I awake and look around me
At the gray walls that surround me
And I realized that I was only dreaming
For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre
Arm in arm, we'll walk at daybreak
Again I'll touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes they'll all come to see me
In the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me neath the
Green, green grass of home...
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Green Green Grass Of Home
The old home town looks the same as I step off the train
Meeting every train in my mind's eye till the man in mail came
Hair like gold, lips like cherry
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
Green, green grass of home, green green grass of home.
Only dream I know of is to be found hair like gold, lips like a cherry
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
They'll all come to greet me, on the steps of my sweet dream
It's good I dreamt the green, green grass of home
I wait and look around me at the broken walls that surround me
And out here I was on the ground.
There's a garden in the path of progress unharmed through winter's day break
Then I'll touch the green, green grass of home
They'll all come to greet me from the chains of the old dark hollow
The green, green grass of home
They'll all come to greet me on the steps, my sweet dream
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Every Morning
My god the years have passed me by
where was I hiding
And then around the world for sometimes
it's a previous now
The morning sun is in my eyes
It doesn't hide the lies
It is not there
The great skies
Happy birthday baby
Happy birthday
Every morning
Every morning in time
we're doing fine
Every morning
Every morning in time
we're doing fine
I don't remember being you
Was it so much for me
I don't remember feeling this great
It was not for me
I paid the price
A sacrifice
It was worth than that
My time has come
I don't(?) feel young
Begin again
Happy birthday
Every morning
Every morning in time
we're doing fine
Every morning
Every morning in time
we're doing fine
song performed by by Cranberries from Wake Up And Smell The Coffee
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A Warm And Welcoming Light
The light in your window
shines bright every night,
like a warm and welcoming
beacon light,
but I cannot see it.
I am too far away
locked in a prison
for the crimes that I have done.
One day when they release me
home, I am going to run,
to the warm and welcoming
beacon light in your window.
I promise when I get there
I will never leave again,
no more crimes will I commit.
Every bird builds a nest
as cosy and snug as can be.
So I built a home for us
where a fire burns
to make it
warm and welcoming
like a home should be.
I ask myself the question
how long will it be
before I can lay down
in the green grass of my home.
The answer comes back,
but not the one that I want to hear.
It will be many more years
before you can go home.
So I sit in my jail cell
waiting for that day,
when I can again breath
the clear free fresh air,
come running up the path
to see you at the door.
Come to my sweet home
and stay forever more.
22 April 2008
poem by David Harris
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This Life
As my body begins to turn against me
And I face the inevitable fate
That I too am flesh and bone
Impending death...
My thoughts turn to my childhood
The green dappled hills
The snow covered peaks
The lush valleys
Of a childhood in a place so far away...
My playing near a crisp clear stream
As the sun danced on my skin
Tasting melting snow
Laying in soft grass in an apple orchard
Watching the birds fly overhead
Inhaling sweet perfumed air
Looking at a team of ants busy in their day's work
Spotting a squirrel or two at play
Daydreaming
Making up adventures in my head
This life
Is such a fleeting thing
Gone
In the blink of an eye
I think of all the things I've done
It moves so quickly
Life
With
It's beautiful, happy, sad, bittersweet, wonderful, horrible
Struggling to feel... something
Rejoicing in being alive
Then feeling trapped
Then feeling free
Then feeling....resigned
Then finding the courage to fight
Giving up
A pile of flesh on the floor
Wanting to...end
Then,
Finding the strength to pick yourself up, all over again
Constantly
Reinventing yourself
Making yourself better
Evolving
Always
Into a
Different you
All these memories
Come flooding at me
A dam bursts open
And
I feel
As if I've lived a thousand lives
Every second
Of
Every day
I find beauty
Even in my pain
My life was as perfect for me
As it could be
And, now,
As I look back
Knowing I have to leave
Knowing what I know
I wonder...
Would I have
Should I have
Lived it any differently
Did I take every chance
Afforded to me
Was I as happy
As I could be
Was I the truest version of my self for the sake of... me?
poem by Rabia Minhas
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Spur Of Moment
Come to me in my dreams and hold me, kiss me, burn me away.
You are composed of kindness and colour,
You sing sweet notes of comfort to me.
Don't walk away, i need to be there for you.
Come to me in my dreams and hold me, kiss me, burn me away.
Shivering in a hot bath, steam rises slowly
As love evaporates
The shoal of the gilled clutter around the ocean carpet,
I swim alone, the outcast ocean fish.
Take all my sins and beat them into me for the wreck i am.
Come to me in my dreams and hold me, kiss me, burn me away.
Shivering in a hot bath, steam rises slowly
As love evaporates
My skin is raw, and my eyes they sting,
and my, my heart shivers and my stomach hurts.
But you take away my pain and make my life content.
You are my meaning, my eyes open.
My library of gold, i could read you forever.
Come to me in my dreams and hold me, kiss me, burn me away.
Shivering in a hot bath, steam rises slowly
As love evaporates.
song performed by by Inme
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60's Dream
The grass glowed with light,
effervescent green bouncing,
under the blue,
radiant air flowing around,
the hot sun warms my skin,
Wild energy surrounds me,
sparks fly about, insects sing with their burst of life,
so short
Grey skies arrive but there is no doom,
the sun warms the grey and there is light,
the birds still sing,
the grass is still green,
energy surrounds all who breathe,
earth bound we are planetary creatures
jump in to the air and feel the wind,
against your skin,
you are so alive,
under the the sun,
you are warm, heated, loved,
smiling, smiling with the sun god
poem by Sara Winters
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Greeen Green Grass Of Home
The old home town looks the same,
As I step down from the train
And there to greet me is my mamma and my poppa
Down the road I look, and there runs Mary,
Hair of gold, lips like cherries,
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
Yes, they'll all come to meet me, Arms a-reachin', smilin' sweetly,
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
The old house is still standin,'Though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree, That I used to play on.
Down the lane I'll walk with my sweet Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Then I awake and look around me,
At the four gray walls that surround me,
And I realize .Yes I was only dreaming,
For there's a guard and a sad old padre,
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak,
And at last I'll touch the green green grass of home
song performed by by Tom Jones
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You're The Only One That's Real
When you kiss me, are you breathless?
When you touch me, do you fall apart?
Do you shiver when you dream?
Is there a pounding in your heart?
When i talk do you hear?
When i cry do you care?
When i wake up in the morning do you want me there?
Chorus:
I want you to know me
I want you to hold me
To know who i am
What i want
When i feel you're the only one that's real
I want you to know me
I want you to hold me
Cause when we kiss
When we touch
That all i know
You're the only one that's real
Verse two:
When you call me, are you smiling?
When you leave me, does it make you sad?
Is there an emptiness you feel?
When we're together are you glad?
A silence you told me,
If i'm crazy console me,
Cause in each other's arms is where i wanna stay...
I want you to know me
I want you to hold me
To know who i am
What i want
When i feel you're the only one that's real
I want you to know me
I want you to hold me
Cause when we kiss
When we touch
That all i know
You're the only one that's real
You're the only one that's real...
The only one...
I want you to know me
I want you to hold me
To know who i am
What i want
When i feel you're the only one that's real
I want you to know me
I want you to hold me
Cause when we kiss
When we touch
That all i know
You're the only one that's real
song performed by by 2gether
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The Green Green Grass Of Home
The old home town looks the same as I step down from the train,
And there to meet me is my mama and papa.
Down the road I look and there runs mary hair of gold and lips like cherries.
Its good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, theyll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
Its good to touch the green, green grass of home.
The old house is still standing tho the paint is cracked and dry,
And theres that old oak tree I used to play on.
Down the lane I walk with my sweet mary, hair of gold and lips like cherries.
Its good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, theyll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
Its good to touch the green, green grass of home.
[spoken:]
Then I awake and look around me, at four grey wall surround me
And I realize that I was only dreaming.
For theres a guard and theres a sad old padre -
Arm in arm well walk at daybreak.
Again I touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, theyll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me neath the green, green grass of home
song performed by by Tom Jones
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Hold On
By eric clapton and phil collins
Deep down in the dead of night I call out your name.
It seems now that nothing is right, theres nothing but pain.
If only Id told you I love you, now all I can do is...
Hold on, hold on to the feeling.
Youve got to hold on, hold on to the feeling.
I dont feel right on this sad night.
Lord, Ive got thistles growing in my pillow.
If you could believe in me, then I could be strong,
And then we could set our love free and right all these wrongs.
Youll know when I touch you how much you still mean to me, baby.
Chorus
Hold on, hold on.
Just give me one more chance.
Please give me one more chance.
Dont tell me our romance is through.
Chorus
Hold on, hold on to the feeling.
Hold on, hold on to the feeling.
Youve got to hold on, hold on to the feeling.
Hold on, hold on to the feeling.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Enjoy Your Day
Feel the breeze on your skin,
feel the happiness within.
Feel the sun on your back,
hear the birds go yack.
Feel the waves touch your hands,
feel the your feet in the sand.
feel the fresh air when you breathe in,
experiencing life once again.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on March 7,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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