Spires
Spires of Grace Church,
For you the workers of the world
Travailed with the mountains…
Aborting their own dreams
Till the dream of you arose -
Beautiful, swaddled in stone -
Scorning their hands.
poem by Lola Ridge
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Le Poète Rêve
He dreams;
Resting in an arm-chair
With his imaginations in clouds of pride
He dreams, he dreams,
About the world, glorifying it with wordy-spice to hide
E'en if its problems, he prays ne'er to bear
He dreams.
I dream,
About pleasing the hearts of men
And those who despise poetry with passion
I dream, maybe I dream,
To feel hatred with compassion
And to fall in love with the loveliest of all women
I dream.
We dream,
About what will be not
Like wishing we stood on the podium as God
We dream, foolishly, we dream,
But grace caresses the heart of those whose blood
Is for the sacrifice for those they hate not
We dream, we all dream!
(05-02-AD2011)
poem by Justin Okwarachukwu
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Hold On To Your Dream
In life we have our pains and sorrows
Face mountains we think we can't climb
Nothing can there's always tomorrow
You feel like giving up, you say you're out of luck
But then you hear a voice in your mind
Telling you to
Hold on to your dream
Cause they're always worth having
Hold on to your dream
Like a father to his son
Don't let anyone ever steal your joy from you
Hold on to your dream
till the day that life is said and done
This world is filled peaks and valleys
With rivers we think we can't cross
To busy keeping sorrows telling
You say you're at you're in
You say you never win
But then a light comes on in your mind
Till you
Hold on to your dream
Cause they're always worth having
Hold on to your dream
Like a father to his son
Don't let anyone ever steal your joy from you
Hold on to your dream
Until the day that life is said and done
If you wanna hold on to something
You better hold on to your dreams
If you want to hold on to something
You've gotta hold to your love
To your love
So if they try to burst your bubble
It's cons they haven't done em all
And when you feel you are in trouble
Hold your head up high and feel your heart inside
And know that you are never alone
Just as long as you
Hold on to your dream
Cause they're always worth having
Hold on to your dream
Like a father to his son
Don't let anyone ever steal your joy from you
Hold on to your dream
till the day that life is said and done
Hold on to your dream
Cause they're always worth having
Hold on to your dream
Like a mother to her child
Don't let anyone ever steal your dreams from you
Hold on to your dream
And do your best to always wear a smile
Hold on to your dream
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Dream Is Over
Psst, hey, come on man, wake up.
Oh, yeah, yeah!
I see the power,
Changin hands
Risin from the streets
A self made businessman,
Knows how the system can be beat.
Oh, were the lost generation,
Have no place to go,
The road to destruction,
Is all we need to know,
Cause its a rip off,
Were stripped, drawn, and cheated,
Were flat stone cold lied to
But were not defeated, nooo, sir
Easy money,
Its your way out,
Join the family
No middleman,
No i.r.s.
Your ticket out of poverty
Oh, were the lost generation,
I hold fate from a string
Lookin for direction
Reachin out for anything, so
Dream another dream
This dream is over, (oooh oooh oh)
Dream another dream
This dream is over, (dream another dream)
Dream another dream
This dream is over, (oooh) over yeah, (dream another dream)
So dream another dream
(solo)
Ah,
Yeow!!!!
Oh, its a rip off,
Were stepped on an cheated,
Flat stone cold lied to,
Were not defeated, noooo,
Dream another dream, this dream is over, (oooh oooh oh)
Dream another dream, this dream is over, (dream another dream)
Dream another dream, this dream is over, (oooh oooh oh) oh
Dream another dream, this dream is over, over yeah, (dream another dream)
Dream another dream, (ooh ooh ooh)
Dream another dream, (dream another dream, oooh ooh ooh)
Dream another dream, oh, this dreams all over (dream another dream)
Dream another dream, (dream another dream)
Dream another dream...
song performed by by Van Halen
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How Beautiful Is It
Pilling up the positive thoughts,
Wishing time could depart us,
How beautiful are your hands,
Fashioning a fish pond with your peers,
Holding your niece so dearly,
Awaiting to hug cousin,
How beautiful are your hands,
As beautiful as they may be,
They will never hold me
Your eyes looked beyond me,
Sensible but not even capable,
How beautiful are your eyes,
Looking at the smoke and clouds,
In desolate lands with voidness,
Where wealth is found under sand,
How far can your eyes see,
As clear and vivid your vision may be,
You may never see me in your sight
Being simple and full of humility,
How far can you act my friend,
The words are hidden and rare,
Difficult to choose and express,
Yet the feeling so easy to encounter
How beautiful are you feelings,
As beautiful and humble as they may be,
You might never feel for me
The movement of the stars and moon,
The dreams you dream my dear,
The hopes, thoughts and visions,
Being there is actually being absent,
How beautiful are your dreams,
Do you dream of me like I do,
How wonderful are you visions,
As wonderful and beautiful they may,
I might never be in them
Me and you, perfect match,
The fairytales so continous and perfect,
The feeling so strong and ever coming,
How beautiful is us,
As beautiful as we may be,
There can never be us.
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Dream Dreams
10,000 angels
rise and sing,
for every soul
that finds a dream -
Let the children of children dream dreams
from heaven on high,
and receive their sweet visions
that never shall die -
Dream dreams, you dreamers
of peace, and love,
beautiful prayers answered
from up above -
All God's children come together
and dare now rise,
Let all your great dreams
come fully alive!
Listen. You shall hear:
the chorus of unnumbered angels in song drawing near,
praising the Grace of dreams
drempt, without fear -
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Dream Dream Dream
Dream dream dream
And dream untill dream come true
Life is nothing but dreams
Some accomplished, some unfinished
Some dreams are trifle, some cherished
You are nothing but a result of dreams
Dreams, dreams and nothing but dreams
A dream of someone
Or a dream of your own
Dream is not what you dream while asleep
Dream is what that don't let you sleep
You live for dream
And you die for dream
Your unattained desires are dreams
What you all desire are dreams
You can't accomplished unless you dream
What you accomplished was a dream
The law of attraction and power of passion
All say dream, dream and dream
{Published in Annual Magazine of NOSPLAN- Organisation of the Students of Planning in January,2012 by the same poet.}
poem by Shashikant Nishant Sharma
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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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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet XXI
But when they had gone past him every one,
With new resolve begotten of his dream,
Adrian arose and followed where the stone
Yawned for his love, and there unseen by them
In the dark chauntry he beheld them lay
Her body in the grave with his own heart.
A bitter jest it seemed to him that they
Should all stand near and only he apart,
And through his soul a wind of anger swept
When any in the sad crowd chanced to be
Betwixt him and the woman he so wept,
And oftentimes he cursed them bitterly
That hands not his should touch her in the tomb,
Waiting till night and his revenge should come.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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EARTH IS MY CHURCH (Prayer)
Great Spirit;
Earth is my church
I shall offer no prayers in churches of men
My temples are the mountains whose spires,
Embrace vulvic clouds in ecstatic intercourse
No burnt offerings shall be made upon thine,
Altars of stone save these bones upon my death
No words shall leave this mouth in praise or adoration,
of any false god or icon
I shall not raise my hand in anger to strike my brothers
Of free-will I offer the totality of by being in service to thee,
Alpha and Omega Everlasting
poem by Ray Lucero
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Today... 'The Chief Cornerstone
The church is built upon Jesus Christ alone
Its' solid, immoveable foundation stone
Joined in Christ, a holy temple in the Lord
Indwelt by the Spirit of the living God
One with God's people and fellow citizens
As members of His household our praise ascends
Living stones bringing spiritual sacrifice
We worship Him for paying sins awful price
Trusting in Him we'll never be put to shame
And in heavens glory will His praise proclaim
There nothing can destroy what Jesus has done
For He is the Altogether Lovely One
From the early church and throughout history
Many souls have come to Him through Calvary
Born again and each one has taking their place
a living stone made beautiful by God's grace
Although we are many we have become one
Bound together in love by God's Only Son
Chosen by Him for the Body of Christ
Saved by His grace and His loving sacrifice
(see also the additional information in the Poet's notes box below)
My Beautiful World
When I’m with you
For just a moment or a day
I can see my beautiful world
When I look into your eyes
As you hold me in your arms
I can feel my beautiful world
When we talk and laugh
Sometimes for no reason at all
I can hear my beautiful world
How I look forward to the mornings
When I know you’ll be there
Loving me in my beautiful world
And then the evenings come
And then the weekends come
And I must leave my beautiful world behind
To go back to my reality
Back to him and to a world
I don’t find beautiful
But at least I know how
My world would have been….
With you…..not only in my dreams….
It would have been…
It should have been…
Our beautiful world……
poem by Tortured Soul
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Reveille
Come forth, you workers!
Let the fires go cold—
Let the iron spill out, out of the troughs—
Let the iron run wild
Like a red bramble on the floors—
Leave the mill and the foundry and the mine
And the shrapnel lying on the wharves—
Leave the desk and the shuttle and the loom—
Come,
With your ashen lives,
Your lives like dust in your hands.
I call upon you, workers.
It is not yet light
But I beat upon your doors.
You say you await the Dawn
But I say you are the Dawn.
Come, in your irresistible unspent force
And make new light upon the mountains.
You have turned deaf ears to others—
Me you shall hear.
Out of the mouths of turbines,
Out of the turgid throats of engines,
Over the whistling steam,
You shall hear me shrilly piping.
Your mills I shall enter like the wind,
And blow upon your hearts,
Kindling the slow fire.
They think they have tamed you, workers—
Beaten you to a tool
To scoop up hot honor
Till it be cool—
But out of the passion of the red frontiers
A great flower trembles and burns and glows
And each of its petals is a people.
Come forth, you workers—
Clinging to your stable
And your wisp of warm straw—
Let the fires grow cold,
Let the iron spill out of the troughs,
Let the iron run wild
Like a red bramble on the floors….
As our forefathers stood on the prairies
So let us stand in a ring,
Let us tear up their prisons like grass
And beat them to barricades—
Let us meet the fire of their guns
With a greater fire,
Till the birds shall fly to the mountains
For one safe bough.
poem by Lola Ridge
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Dream
Dream
By: Adam M. Snow
I dream of her, and then I sever;
I dream of her now and forever.
Wrung ye not of dreams be seen,
Joyous past of hope between.
Misery held but a fiend, but a fiend;
Vision of her but a dream, but a dream.
But do I see her now or never;
Dream of her now and forever.
Dark despair around benights me;
Dreams of her, bestowed upon me.
Ne'er the day nor twilight fall;
One dignity adjourned for all-
A dream to come tomorrow's pass,
Each heavier than the last.
I dream of her, and then I sever;
I dream of her now and forever.
Wrung ye not of dreams be seen,
Joyous past of hope between.
Alas! Misery held but a fiend, but a fiend;
Vision of her but a dream, but a dream.
Arose ye not a dream to wander,
A world like this going yonder.
Dark despair around benights me;
Dreams of her, bestowed upon me.
Ev'ry dream it be of her;
Dream of her now and forever.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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An Ideal World
I Dare to Dream
Of an ideal world
Of you and I carefree
Pure of heart and soul
Where there is honesty
Honour and respect
I dare to dream
Of all dreams fulfilled
In an ideal world
Without hatred and jealousy
Surrounded by love and positivity
I dare to dream
Of beautiful things
With sparkling eyes
And beautiful smiles
Without disease
I dare to dream
Of an ideal world
Of equality of race and gender
Without shackles of fear and discrimination
I dare to dream
Of an ideal world
Without crime and poverty
Where there is abundant wealth for all to share
Of love, happiness and success for all
poem by Persian Khushi
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Dream My Friend, You Must Dream
dream my friend
without dreams we become too real
and reality stinks like a stone without gloss
without color
plain weight without sight
the hardness
that Sisyphus
suffers unnecessarily
so my friend you must dream
the world is too much
for us to bear
dream we must to dare
we have still time to spare
without dreams we are nothing
we are worse than nothing
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Troubled Soul
In the early hours
I saw church spires,
graveyard stones
and decaying bones,
troubled souls that lay
beneath the clay,
one entered my mind,
a release to find.
She gave no peace
until she found release
from her burning thoughts
that had been caught
in a world where time
refused death to the mind,
where the past won’t die
in those that lie.
I tried to end my dreams,
but in vain it seems.
Forever tormented I would be
until I willingly agree
to let her see her days
in dream like ways.
To revisit once more
through my mind’s door.
Her family and friends,
and days she would spend
playing and having fun
in the warm bright sun.
Her childhood dreams
of scones, jam and cream.
Another push of the swing
before church bells ring.
Chains of daisy flowers
that seemed to take hours.
Watching for who’s peeking
when hiding and seeking.
Playing postman’s knock,
wearing a party frock.
Hopscotch and skipping,
and toffee apple licking.
Eating bread by the fire
toasted on wire.
Poking burning flames
during guessing games.
And a fire that spread,
whilst sleeping in bed.
A world unlike her last
where seeing is past.
With memories all seen,
she’s left my dream,
but maybe one day
she’ll again come my way,
knowing there’s a pillow
and a mind to borrow.
She whispers sleep tight
and fades from sight.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Dream and Reality
I had a dream of a blood red moon in a dark sky with metalic star's
what a beautiful sight, but not as beautiful as the way you are inside and out, i never thought id be able to see you in a world so you beautiful. The world i created was more beautiful when you showed up. The sunlight was gone and my world was broken but patched and sowen and the black blind fold that covered my sorrow filled eyes was lifted by you gental hands.
I had a nightmare with my world burning and you no where in sight and now i am broken an bleeding, my blind fold i must tie around my bleeding sorrow filled eyes as i am alone till one day someone new shall enter or you shall returne and when i awake i realise my nightmare is reality.
poem by Sandy Vanity
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The most beatiful hands
There are no more beautiful hands
than the hands that caressed you
and rocked you when you were little.
There are no more beautiful hands
than the hands that guided you
when you took your first steps in life.
There are no more beautiful hands
than the hands that bathed you,
clothed you and fed you,
during childhood.
There are no more beautiful hands
than the hands that hugged you
and wiped away all your tears
throughout your life.
There are no more beautiful hands
than your mother's hands...
poem by Viorel Vintila
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Beautiful Grace
Grace saw me wounded, hurt, lost but with a future
He saw me not yet formed in my mother's womb
He fashioned my days before me
Beautiful Grace
Beautiful Grace that saved my soul
When I was lost but now He found me
I know I have a future
A new page of life
Beautiful Grace
Beautiful Grace when I was blind but now I see
He showed me right from wrong and gave me a choice of life over death
It's by His grace that I've been saved
Beautiful Grace
poem by Keamogetswe Molapo
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America's workers face a battle for their jobs. They are the finest workers in the world. American workers grow, harvest, and mine some of the world's highest quality and most plentiful raw materials.