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To My Wife on Lu-shan Mountain

Visiting the nun Rise-In-Air,
You must be near her place in those blue hills.
The river’s force helps pound the mica,
The wind washes rose bay tree flowers.
If you find you can’t leave that refuge,
Invite me there to see the sunset’s fire.

poem by Li Po
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My feet point west in the wind
They don't point east, they point west
My feet point west in the wind
Helps me find a place
I won't force you to go
I won't force you to go
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My feet point west in the wind
Helps me find a place
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song performed by by Idlewild
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Sunset On L. A.

Blow east wind blow
Blow as you may
Wish I had the power
To take your breath away
This life is golden
But its only deep as the skin
Feelin much colder
Though Im standin in the warm desert wind
Gotta leave this town
Else Ill go crazy if I stay
If I see one more sunset on l.a.
Ill miss you blue sky
But not so much
Too much of a good thing
Keeps this old soul out of touch
Sometimes youre empty
Though your dreams they all seem fulfilled
Youre cool on the outside
Though the real you is slowly being killed
Gotta leave this town
Else Ill go crazy if I stay
If I see one more sunset on l.a.
Left a girl lyin neath an old willow tree
At times I think shell still be waitin there for me
Gotta leave this town
But its always one day away
Just saw one more sunset on l.a.
Gotta leave this town
Else Ill go crazy if I stay
If I see one more sunset on l.a.
One more sunset on l.a.
Dont want to see
One more sunset on l.a.
Baby wait for me

song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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A Rose Intoxication!

Queen of flowers rose is always a fascination!
Rose is symbol of passionate love cheers mood!
Rose lady gives great pride to be with anywhere!

Special respect to rose never changes anywhere;
Red rose, pink rose and even blue rose are there
Occupying a pride of place none can have ever!

Bouquet of rose flowers elates anyone to dizziness!
A special gift indeed rose flowers makes to all!
A single rose is enough to make one grand to look
Instead of a big cluster of flowers of jasmine or lily!

Scent of rose remains fresh in mind wherever one is;
Such a unique flower rose how can anyone ignore
Whether it is in the garden or lies on a wayward side!
Now after seeing rose and read on rose I am intoxicated..!

poem by Ramesh T A
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The River

I see a couple of leaves
spinning around in the river
in a small whirlpool
circling back,
around and around.

A canoe glides past
with its occupant waving,
dressed in brilliant orange,
and it sails on
without loosing motion.

Tranquillity washes over me
where I am fishing
next to the fluid continuity
that looks the same,
but very subtle the hue changes
like the colour of the sky.

My eyes are on the policemen
of the fishing lines,
but I watch the vibrant river
rushing past, the deep blue sky
and some finches sitting twittering
on their nests in a willow tree.

I am here to catch some equilibrium,
to get balance in a busy life,
to hear the river’s voice,
for a time to let nature
talk to me and to experience
sun, wind, sky and breeze.

I think of you and I
and how suddenly passion
like the river gets an own power,
goes to a new high water mark

and although your body
is so familiar in aspects of shape,
texture and structure
there’s always something new.

You leave me breathless
and like the water
make me rise
in power and strength
and bring serenity to me.

poem by Gert Strydom
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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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Rose’s rose rose

Rose’s rose rose
In the light of the day
While the wind blows
Round its flowers of the lightest rosé.
Rose’s rose rose
In a way Rose may
When she grows
As her rose
Shows
How it grows
And by the end of the day
When her rose’s flowers’d close
And its head would sway
In the wind, Rose would say:
“My rose, as you rose
In the light of the day
Did you notice those,
The sounds of your stay?
Not only those of the day,
But, too, the ones of the dark, rose,
The ones of the dark and the moon in its pose.
Did you notice those, rose?
Did you notice those? ”
And the rose would know
What Rose would want to say
And it would sleep
With its flowers of the lightest rosé.

poem by Sarah Jay
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Petals Falling in the River

At sunset the Jialing River flows east
and thousands of pear petals chase the river wind.
What twists my stomach as I watch the river flowers?
Half have fallen in the river, half drift on the air.

poem by Yuan Zhen
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From The Banks Of Ganga: VIII

A hard rock my support
Against the rapid flow

Broken pieces of sun
As Ganga moved at her will
The green hills
Caressing the sky
Ganga caressing the foot of the hills

Sky
Earth
Water
Fire
Air
Blend to blend me
In them
Leave me,
Leave me to the sky!
Leave me,
Leave me to the earth!
Leave me,
Leave me to the wind
Leave me,
Leave me to the fire
Leave me,
Leave me with Ganga!
I urged and urged

Ganga flowed through me!

poem by Indira Babbellapati
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A Blue Rose!

Genetically modified flower blue rose is unique!
Rose colour gives hope of future by its very look;
Red rose is unique among flowers as it is queen
In the flower world nobody can deny having it!

Yellow rose shines bright in the long green garden
Full of many trees and other flower plants broad!
Pink rose flowers are many everywhere as border
Mainly in the botanical garden of hill stations here!

Blue rose, a new addition in the flower kingdom
Among lavender, blue bells and rare kurinjis of
Light blue, violet and ink blue colours everywhere
Stands majestic and having healing touch to all!

Rose is rose by whatever name it is called and also
Rose is rose by whatever colour it is produced ever!

poem by Ramesh T A
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Wind Me Up

I've got something
That you ought to know
Don't even know
Whether to come or go
Up down
Head's spinning around
Wind up in
The lost and found
Wind me up, Wind me up
Wind me up, Wind me up
Wind me up, Wind me up
Tell me why
You make it so hard
All I ask is
Finish what you start
Wind me up, Wind me up
Wind me up, Wind me up
Wind me up, Wind me up
Wind me up that's
All you do
Wind me up and
Leave me blue
I'd like to see if
You could be
Kind enough to me
When you
Wind me up
Don't take me places
Then wanna go home
Sometimes, I think
I'm better off alone
Hey girl, you know
What you do
Color me red
Then leave me blue

song performed by by Extreme
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Way

At first a mere thread of a footpath half blotted out by the grasses
Sweeping triumphant across it, it wound between hedges of roses
Whose blossoms were poised above leaves as pond lilies float on the water,
While hidden by bloom in a hawthorn a bird filled the morning with singing.

It widened a highway, majestic, stretching ever to distant horizons,
Where shadows of tree-branches wavered, vague outlines invaded by sunshine;
No sound but the wind as it whispered the secrets of earth to the flowers,
And the hum of the yellow bees, honey-laden and dusty with pollen.
And Summer said, "Come, follow onward, with no thought save the longing to wander,
The wind, and the bees, and the flowers, all singing the great song of Nature,
Are minstrels of change and of promise, they herald the joy of the Future."

Later the solitude vanished, confused and distracted the road
Where many were seeking and jostling. Left behind were the trees and the flowers,
The half-realized beauty of quiet, the sacred unconscious communing.
And now he is come to a river, a line of gray, sullen water,
Not blue and splashing, but dark, rolling somberly on to the ocean.
But on the far side is a city whose windows flame gold in the sunset.
It lies fair and shining before him, a gem set betwixt sky and water,
And spanning the river a bridge, frail promise to longing desire,
Flung by man in his infinite courage, across the stern force of the water;
And he looks at the river and fears, the bridge is so slight, yet he ventures
His life to its fragile keeping, if it fails the waves will engulf him.
O Arches! be strong to uphold him, and bear him across to the city,
The beautiful city whose spires still glow with the fires of sunset!

poem by Amy Lowell
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Winter Sunset

Roses in the sky,
Roses in the sea
Bowers of scarlet sky-roses
Take my heart and me.

God was good to make,
This December weather,
All this sky a rose-garden,
Rose and fire together.

To the East are burning
Roses in a garden,
Roses in a rosy field,
Hesper for their warden.

Yonder to the West
Roses all afire,
Mirror now some rare splendid
Rose of their desire.

Pulsing deeper, deeper,
Waves of fire throb on,
Never were such red roses
At sunset or dawn.

Roses on the hills,
Roses in the hollow,
Roses on the wet hedges,
In the shining fallow.

West wind, blow and blow!
That has blown ajar
Gates of God's great rose-garden,
Where His Angels are,

Gathering up the rose-leaves
For a shower of roses
On the night the Lord Babe
His sweet eye uncloses.

All the sky is scarlet
Flaming on the azure.
O, there's fire in Heaven
My heart aches with pleasure.

Leagues of rose and scarlet,
Roses red as blood:
All the world's a rose-garden.
God is good, is good.

poem by Katharine Tynan
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It's a river

When the time keeps passing and the world goes round
and the sea is crashing at the cliffs and the sounds
erupting as the seabirds cry, you can watch the river
as the time goes by

And it's like it's holy and it can be hell
and you feel so lonely and you fear the smell
of the guns that fire then you see the light
of a rainbow dawning and you realise
that the river's flowing as the time goes by

And you met the people and you knew them well
and you said you loved them and you rang the bell
in the tree of life you watched them grow
and the world is turning as the river flows

The earth smells good and the sky turns gold
when the birds are singing and you bless the old
you can kiss your woman and it feels so right
as you touch the river as the time goes by

As you stand barefoot upon the morning shore
and you feel the centuries of death and war
and the wind is biting and it tears your skin
and the river's flowing where its always been

And the river washes and the river's clean
and the soul remembers where the river's been
as you watch it tumble and you watch it flow
your life's a river now you know, now you know
your life's a river now you know.

poem by Charles M. Moore
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Love Song To The Coming Morning

I'm like night in the sunset
Feeling red clouds in the sky
Wind in the trees full of breeze
Swirling up leaves so they fly

Meadows and hills shades in blue
Flowers in silver and gold
Darkness comes so untrue
Fairies in the moonlight hard to hold

Magical moments in twilight
Breaking off silences with a song
Leaving the day coming to night
Shadows are still though young

I'm like night in the sunset
Touching the moments that go
Into umbrage of absurdities
That lived in the day a while ago

Lilies and fields are in darkness
Moon is behind a blue cloud
Day shall wake up in dawn fresh
When dusky shadows are disallowed

poem by Peter S. Quinn
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The Seed of a Dandelion

My life is like a seed of a dandelion
It flies wherever the wind blows
Looking for the salvation
The land where I can land on

I will follow wherever the wind blows
I will fly if there are tomorrows
I will land to my bed of nest
The place where I go to rest

But if the wind drops me in the river
The river of pains and tears
I will force myself along the current
To find a land in the orient

If the wind will blow me again
The wind will blow me to the end
If I will go and die in this ride
I hope all the pain will subside

If the wind will dropp me in the land
The humus land where I can stand
I will go to sleep in peace
And will wait for morning kisses

_ Dustin S. Catingub

poem by Dustin Catingub
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December

December lies nice and hot in my garden,
while the rays of the summer sun
shines endearing over my world.

The fragrances of flowers
rise in vapours all around the house
and everywhere,
there are the most beautiful colours
of unfolding flowers.

The green grass
jump almost knee high,
out of gladness to the summer rain.

In the big old Jacaranda tree
doves sit and peer at the wonderful world,
while they coo a joyful song.

The power of summer
is to be seen everywhere
and the day washes over me,
in the shadow
of the old pepper tree.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Sorry, So Sorry My Love.

If I can put
The leaves back on our tree.
Colours
On the page of our horizon,
Before it turns.
Burns
With a flaming star,
Saying goodbye.
In the sigh of a sunset.
Or the rain
Of a blue monday.
In the courtyard of love's castle
I kneel.
To offer my heart
To a spangled canvas
Above.
Saying
'So sorry
My love'.

If I can light
You a smile in rhyming style.
From the embers
Of our dreams.
And walk with you.
With a sonata of tinkling streams.
Can I write
One mystical tune
Before we stand
Either side of the moon.
Can I pick up flowers
Where they were strewn.
Or paint us
A cottage
Where we can hide.
That rain washes away,
When we are inside.
And you will search my eyes
And feel my prose.
No need to speak
To a damask rose.
And now
I free
A beautiful dove.
Tied with a message
'So sorry
My love'.

poem by Kevin East
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Multiple Faces And Vulnerability

shall i pretend to you that i have only one face forever?
you are silent
you think like a deep river
despite the storm when the waters from the mountains come
force you to rise and run and rage

you are my night and day
you have seen the changing of my hues

i turn red like a rose
become white like a carnation
become sturdy like a bark of the oak tree
sometimes i turn into stone

you see me and touch me with your wind and mist

like a diamond i wear some corners
some faces for me to glitter

to find meaning in the life that i carry within my arms

a lull
rocking of my feet
mechanisms of my coping up

in your silence i set aside my masks
and face you
shed off some faces and look at you

i become so vulnerable
as you kiss me in my lips

i quiver
i become so light
i become so alive
i become so real

all the other faces fade like a fume from the funnel

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Conept of the Birth

What is birth? Why is it? Who causes it?
The birth is the fusion of matter and force
That came into being by accident
And since then evolves like planets revolve.

As the wind blows and the water flows
In accordance with the external force
The living things grow and reproduce
In accordance with the external force.

The fire is to burn; the life is to burn.
The burning is growth, which both of them do.
Both must feed the matter to live and grow.
Both must get the fevour of wind to burn

The conversion of matter into life
Is the action of the internal force.
The conversion of life into matter
Is the action of the external force.

The external force is the Supreme
And the internal is the soul, you may say.
They are not separate nor opposite.
The soul is the outcome of the Supreme.

The life is like water in rivers.
The body is like banks in rivers.
The water extends the river course
The banks regulate the river force.

The air fans the flame and put it out.
The God flames the life and put it out.
What happens to the flame when it is shut
That happens to the life when put to death.

The living kingdom is just like a tree
The growth of each bud is the growth of the shoot.
It grows aided by the external force
And dies thwarted by the same force.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The concept of the birth