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Puddle of water

The long mud path, divide by the grass
Where woods tremble by the rains wash,
have left foot print of forming mirrors,
reflecting picture of air.

poem by Luca Menin
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One Foot On The Path

You say, come over baby, come talk to me
Then you drive me so crazy
I cant hardly see
If this keeps goin on
I might just leave and not come back
I got one foot in your doorway
I got one foot on the path
Well you beg me to stay
Then you order me to go
All this up and down
Is wear and tear on my soul
Im wonderin if our future
Is gonna look just like our past
I got one foot in your doorway
I got one foot on the path
Now I love you, baby
Dont get me wrong
But this heart of mine
May not be that strong
You got me on your line
Reel me in or throw me back
I got one foot in your doorway
I got on foot on the path
Youd best thing about it, baby
But dont take too long
If we cant get it right
Ill just be movin on
I cant wait forever
For us to get this thing on track
I got one foot in your doorway, baby
I got on foot on the path

song performed by by Kenny Wayne Shepherd
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The rains

The rains will soothe
But won't bring you back
The rains will wash the heart

The drops will move
The heart will crack
Won't take a single part

The pools will say
You'll be ok
You stood there for too long

Go home baby
Someone maybe
Will give you an umbrella smile

The stars will fall
The lips will call
I'll just wait for a while

Even though
I already know
What's left to be known
When you stand alone

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Still Uncertain

There are times in your life
When the puzzle pieces start to fit together
You think you understand
Can see part of the big picture
Unless
The picture changes
And something alters it
All together
There are times in your life
When you start to see
Dots forming lines
Lines coming together
Forming a picture
Unless
The picture changes
And something alters it
All together
Universes of understanding existing in
Bigger Universes
You knew the world was flat
Until
It wasn't
My understanding is so limited
I'm a slave to the comprehension of my experience
Of what I can understand
Unless
The understanding
Changes
Most of the time
It's a really strong 'maybe'
With the hope of a possibility
Some of the time
It's a definite 'no'
Though there may be hope
For a better clue
At
Times
It's tough
When all you have to go by
Is a really strong hunch
There are millions of times you...
Second
And
Third
Guess yourself
Feeling you have read too much into it
You have over analyzed it to death
Perhaps
You are just afraid of the answer
Assumptions and hunches will only get you so far
You find yourself staring at ink blots
Telling yourself you can see a picture
Forming a story
In your head..
Unless
Something
Alters it All together
So
Hints are dropped
Like morsels of bread
Trying to help you
In your lost travels
The problem lies
In recognizing them
It doesn't always happen
In a timely manner
So,
You think you understand
What you understand
What do you understand
Becomes the question
Certainty crumbles
Like sediment
As an earthquake of confusion hits you
And, now
You've thought too much
You've thought too long
So
Does that mean
The moment is over?
I'm left in a state of
Perpetual uncertainty
Hoping
One day
I'll put all the pieces of the puzzle together
The lines won't move
Ink blots will mean something
But for now
I'm left
Uncertain.

poem by Rabia Minhas
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‘romance Point’ [1]

‘ROMANCE POINT’ [1]
esspeecee … [06.10.08.]

Questing the fragrance
Of dews,
On the sod
Where you left
Foot print.

Blind I’m
To view,
But will
Find that fragrance
Thro’ my
Acute sense.

But –
Alas!
You’ve lastly
Effaced
To take back
With you.

Oh spry
Dear,
Thanks for
Left fragrance
Of sod.

Happy I’m
That grass carpet
And nascent leaf blades
Whispering-
‘tis is your
‘Romance Point’.

poem by Dr. Sakti P. Chakravorty
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Talking to Oneself

i arrived with a heavy heart
i was dragging my feet home
my arms seemingly lost their bones
i am weakened
uttered the words which should not have
been said
full of regrets
i reviewed every syllable
only to find
that they must be said
because they are
true

those who listened
behaved like mirrors
reflecting light
to each wall

some have become walls
actually
forming part of the room
shying away from
the eruption of
volcanic truths

i was justifying to the
window of the car
they were not ripe for
those lines

meanwhile i was left alone
at peace
with the noise of the
strong wind
the trees were about
to fall on me

but that time was not
an excuse anymore
it was enough
i said it all.... i said everything
and whatever regret
that this mind kept on repeating
could just be
a matter of opinion
that anyone
to include the one talking to me
now
that must be kept
unto itself
forever...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To Heaven On Foot

Ta.................Ta.................Ta..
My journey began a long time ago
how it began is unknown
in this journey I was born
where to go lies in
Ta..............Ta...............Ta
the thuds of my foot steps
as I head to heaven.
Ts a long way to go
A life time ride by horse
through suns outstretched
to a land where
I find my own foot marks
telling me I have been here before
I am lost
perhaps the path lies in
Ta.............Ta.............Ta
the thuds of my foot steps
as I head to heaven on foot

Ts a long way to go
a one day ride by time
if day be eternal,
A journey o'er that hurdle
I hope time offers me its saddle.
Ts still a long way to go
miles and miles above the skies
a dismayed try after all the tries
ts still a long way to go
to heaven on foot.
My feet has become heavy
lardened with the sound
of my foot steps
my mind is lost at the centre
of direction,
am lost at the centre of a compass
hesitant to haste
so I move slow, a still gas
the path lies in
Ta.............Ta............Ta
as I heard to heaven
on foot.

I have walked for a life time
I have walked at least to death's time
now before me
are woods of green
and songs of birds playing,
are dear birds flying happily to heaven?

My matildah has
but a compass,
so I unpack my soul
clean its feet and
Ta...............Ta.............Ta...
To heaven on foot.
To cut through these woods
To cut through the song
of the white ravine
To cut through a way
and pass through the raven
Is the misguided hope of angels,
fallen angels
so I shall walk and
will never get lost in
Ta.................Ta...................Ta
the thuds of my foot steps
as I head to heaven.

In these woods
that tree points north
that other tree points north
all of the trees point to north
but their posture
is dimantled in a still gesture.
They point north
with their leaves
but they dont march
to heaven's gates
they are just still, stagnant pasture,
I cannot feed
their direction I cannot follow
but
Ta.............Ta............Ta!

To heaven on foot
I go and nothing on my way
I forego.
If I at once be stranded
was told to trace
my way back
following my prints and my scent
back to birth back to heaven
for I am from heaven.
But all I stumble upon
are cries of a child,
will the noise lead me to that mild
and allowed heaven?
Or do I have to cry
as I walk to heaven?

Ta....Ta.......................Ta...Ta! ! !
Through hills and drowning in seas
on my way to heaven,
on foot.
Across plains and hills
my body, sweating profusely
and tracking in ice
through and through the chills
my body no longer sweating,
sweat is freezing on my body,
everywhere frost
and I am not lost
on my way to heaven
on foot.
Ta........Ta....................Ta...... Ta
I walk now
Ta...Ta.............Ta...Ta
I will walk then
TaTa............TaTa...
until I reach the gates
Ta..Ta..Ta.....................Ta...Ta.. .Ta! !
Increasing my pace and rates.
On my way to heaven on foot
On my way to heaven on foot!

poem by Chanda Mwenechanya
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Left Foot, Right Foot

left foot, right foot,
left foot, right foot,
eyes fixed straight ahead....

drawn by the spectre
of our own greed;
use it up, throw it out,
use it up, throw it out....

hardened and lifeless,
eaten from within
by the maggots of ego...

deaf to the cries
of our own children,
blinded by the 'God'

of cyber technology...
strip the fields,
cut down the forests...

mine the mountains,
we pee in our own
drinking water, and

walk away....
leaving nuclear tracks
in the womb of time.

left foot, right foot,
left foot, right foot...
marching blindly to hell

with drool on our chins!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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What I told you

I will be sad
Having told you everything
Those that I have weighed
And kept
Like my hidden gems

Yet I shall have no regrets
Some words are meant to be spread
And said
To please some lonely hearts
Though they may deceive you sometimes
Like mirrors reflecting mirrors
And you shall have a hard time
Pointing where I am
My words inhabiting
You like ghosts
They may stay inside you for long
Their dark colors
Their own shapes and sizes
Pointed, insistent and sometimes
Conspicuously hurting

You may return them to me
I am waiting and you shall be
Relieved and free

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Every Time It Rains

Every time my ship comes in
A hurricane blows it out again
Stormy weather seems to hang around my door
My sweet bird of paradise
Flew the coop on me last night
Oh, and every time it rains, lord don't it pour
I got a letter from the i.r.s
They said, son, you're in a hell of a mess
Our computer shows you owe ten-thousand more
That machine's made a bad mistake
'cause that's more than this poor boy makes
Oh, and every time it rains, lord don't it pour
Every time it rains i just wash my car
The whole neighbourhood goes
Swimmin' in my front yard
Well, my mother-in-law says she's
Stayin' three weeks more
Oh, and every time it rains, lord don't it pour
Just got my car out of the shop
Two blocks down the street it stopped
I went to use the telephone at the grocery store
I walked back to my chevrolet
But they towed that sucker away
Oh, and every time it rains, lord don't it pour
Every time it rains i just wash my car
The whole neighbourhood goes
Swimmin' in my front yard
Well, my mother-in-law says she's
Stayin' three weeks more
Oh, and every time it rains, lord don't it pour
Well, every time it rains, lord don't it pour

song performed by by George Strait
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The Song of Midnight Love...

I left away that city,
And just walked to this place,
What a midnight of despair,
Walking alone on the beach,
The vast ocean roared in silence,
It extended miles away,
And away are those stars twinkling in dark,
I know you are asleep by now,
But not today,
You are smiling to yourself,
Remember,
Those rains when we cuddled together,
And got drenched,
You are awake,
Get up,
Open your window,
You see the same moon,
Feel the same breeze,
Now you will wash your face,
To hide,
The running tear,
I know you want to erase me,
And our memories,
And me,
I am left aloof,
Aloof with your written name in the sand,
These waves will wash it though,
And then,
I will be left alone,
Alone in the dark heart...

poem by Vikrant Jog
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When The Rain Comes

Youve come to me again my friend. Ive been waiting so long.
Life seems strange and hard sometimes, maybe I wont make it this time.
Oh theyve taken all I have, but I just need whats left of today, and you can wash it all away.
When it all comes down and Im feeling tired and afraid,
Youre always there, and seem come when Ive nothing left to give away.
Now I wait for your winds to come and give me breath for another day, and your rain to wash me.
I feel the rain coming. I feel it in my heart, take away my pain.
I feel the rain coming. wash me down, wash me down.
Here comes the rain. hold me now, just for awhile.
I feel like a candle flame in the wind. the dust of my deeds past, covers me, like a fading lie.
I feel the rain coming. I feel it in my heart, wash away my pain.
Wash me down, wash me down. I feel the rain coming.
Here comes the rain.

song performed by by Queensryche
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Picture Book

Picture yourself when youre getting old,
Sat by the fireside a-pondering on[? ].
Picture book, pictures of your mama, taken by your papa a long time ago.
Picture book, of people with each other, to prove they love each other a long ago.
Na, na, na, na, na na.
Na, na, na, na, na na.
Picture book.
Picture book.
A picture of you in your birthday suit,
You sat in the sun on a hot afternoon.
Picture book, your mama and your papa, and fat old uncle charlie out cruising with their friends.
Picture book, a holiday in august, outside a bed and breakfast in sunny southend.
Picture book, when you were just a baby, those days when you were happy, a long time ago.
Na, na, na, na, na na.
Na, na, na, na, na na.
Picture book.
Picture book.
Picture book.
Picture book.
Picture book,
Na, na, na, na na,
Na, na, na, na na,
A-scooby-dooby-doo.
Picture book,
Na, na, na, na na,
Na, na, na, na na,
A-scooby-dooby-doo.
Picture book, pictures of your mama, taken by your papa a long time ago.
Long time ago,
Long time ago,
Long time ago,
Long time ago,
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

song performed by by Kinks
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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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The Death Of Lovers

We will have beds filled with light scent, and
couches deep as a tomb,
and strange flowers in the room,
blooming for us under skies so pleasant.
Vying to exhaust their last fires
our hearts will be two vast flares,
reflecting their double glares
in our two spirits, twin mirrors.
One evening of mystic blue and rose
we’ll exchange a single brief glow
like a long sob, heavy with goodbye,
and later, opening the doors, the angel who came
faithful and joyful, will revive
the lustreless mirrors, and the lifeless flame.

poem by Charles Baudelaire
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Lure Of The Path

The path in the woods
that was calling to me
was filled with wonders
I would not see.
For fear of the unknown
was a terrible thing.
But still the lure of the path
did bring
curiosity that could
not hold me back.
No matter the danger,
no matter the fear
I'd travel that path
and never veer.
For the path in the woods
would always be
waiting for me
and calling to me.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Ode To A Robert Frost Poem

I thought I took the road less taken.
But I guess I was mistaken.
When the two paths diverged in the woods; I pondered at which path I must take.
I took the path to my left in the woods; Was it the right path to take?
It was not, but I digress.
Why must I deal will all this stress?
As I sit and try to recall all of the words from the poem Frost once wrote, I must emote.
This ode to that grand old poem that Frost once wrote.
The name of that Robert Frost poem is 'The Rode Not Taken'.
As I write this ode to a Robert Frost's poem, the words he wrote be not mistaken.
I thought I took the path less taken.
I will now end this ode to go eat some bacon.

poem by Nichole Kaci McKnight
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No More Echoes.

Two mental breakdowns
In as many years;
The ECT, she
Knows too well; the dark

Corridors; the sharp
Broken mirrors, all
Reflecting different
Selves; the slashed wrist;

Bath-almost-drowning
Business; the white
Coated nurse and docs
And the tricks up their

Long thin sleeves; and the
Emptiness inside
With the long slow fall
Into that so long

Awaited and wished for
Oblivion and
No more echoes from
The sad ghostly dead.

poem by Terry Collett
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Rain Song

I dont think about us much anymore
Frankly, the topic has become a bore
And you dont come up much in my conversation
I dont think about you on vacation
But when it rains
When it rains
When it rains
Thats when I remember
Thats when I remember
I remember you
I remember you
I dont think about you when Im sleeping
It doesnt even cross my dreamlike mind
I dont think I see your face through the curtains
Hell, I dont even miss you half the time
But when it rains
When it rains
When it rains
Thats when I remember
Thats when I remember
I remember you
I remember you
Im doing fine as long as you stay locked up
Inside a cloud of grey
Rain, rain
Rain, rain, rain
Rain, rain, rain
But when it rains
When it rains
When it rains
But when it rains
When it rains
When it rains
Thats when I remember
Thats when I remember
I remember you
I remember you
Well thats when I remember
The only time I remember
When I remember you

song performed by by Bangles
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The Rain Song

I don't think about us much anymore
Frankly, the topic has become a bore
And you don't come up much in my conversation
I don't think about you on vacation
But when it rains
When it rains, when it rains
That's when I remember
That's when I remember,
I remember you,I remember you
I don't think about you when I'm sleeping
It doesn't even cross my dreamlike mind
I don't think I see your face through the curtains
Hell, I don't even miss you half the time
But when it rains
When it rains, when it rains
That's when I remember
That's when I remember
I remember you,I remember you
Rain, rain, go away
I'm doing fine as long as you stayed locked up
Inside a cloud of grey
Rain, rain, rain...
But when it rains
When it rains, when it rains
That's when i remember
That's when I remember
I remember you, I remember you
Well, That's when I remember you
The only time I remember
When I remember you