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A Day in a Hospital Ward

Looking out of the window,
I saw the birds flying.
Seeing them so free
I felt like crying.

Then a ‘voice’ said,
You are not here to stay.
So bear with the loneliness
Just for a day.

I got up and stood
Near the window,
And opened it to breathe
The fresh air from the meadow.

As it filled my lungs,
I began to feel light
And no longer envied
The birds their flight.

I got up and changed
And took myself to task,
And to bear with a smile
A day in a hospital ward.

poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Free

Birds flying free
where can you be going?
I just wish knowing
would help me be free.

Flying south in winter,
no more cold for you.
Ample berries on the trees
under skies so blue.

Flying north in summer
where the nests you'll build
where twigs and feathers
will do fine
'til your nest is filled.

Birds flying free
never will there be
escape from the landscape
like yours, for me.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Outside Your Window

Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I feel the seconds slowly pass,
Whilst you I anxiously await.

And behind the glowing glass;
I glimpsed a fading candlelight.
And I with hope was filled and so:
Wished I for love and life this night.

Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I see through the looking glass,
To find my missing soulmate.

And when the light finally flew;
When darkness swamped the room:
A wide smile on my face drew;
And waited I for you to bloom.

Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I feel my feelings all amass,
As I your beauty contemplate.

Seconds felt forever;
Nor beauty I did see.
All alone my eyes did glitter;
Whilst wondering where you would be!

Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I walked on in your impasse;
Wishing it's not yet too late.

Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I lonesome stood for long alas!
And didn't notice your window grate.

Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I tried to drag out of that morass,
Myself; and my lost senses locate.

Outside Her Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I watched my heart swiftly by a lass,
Gets stolen; and did my soul sedate.

Outside Her Window;
I still pass by everyday.
Outside Her Window;
I can't just turn and walk away.

Outside Her Window;
I still have hope that she might show.
Outside Her Window;
I watch my life pass by so slow.

Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I once awaited you alone all night.
But now I know: it's just too late!

poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd
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The Case Of The Window Pain

an astute answer
discerning shrewd
would surely mention

this wit must be
personification
of a window pane

as for the window pain
perhaps the window is shamed
perhaps the window is dirty

as for the window pain
perhaps the glass is cracked
small large cracks streaked

as for the window pain
perhaps cricket ball punctured
victim of circle game holed

as for the window pain
perhaps the window is broken
glass shards bear crime witness

as for the window pain
perhaps window frame rots
an old window in house derelict

as for the window pain
perhaps the window witnesses
child abuse domestic scenes violent

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Out My Window

Looking out the window to see the world
The many trees, the birds, Squirrels, the cars
Mother nature's beauty just on the other side
Wishing I could go out and breathe the air
Trapped inside, getting the cabin fever
Health will not let me out
To walk on the grass, smell the flowers
Enjoy the sounds around
The outside world moving like I don't exist
Please a few minutes out before the cold gets me
I live for the touch of grass and dirt between my toes
The smell of rain in the air, birds a flying
No me stuck in this big old chair, gazing out
Wishing to be young to run around
My body so old and dying, where did my time go
When young, mom couldn't keep me in
Football, baseball, hide and seek, I will not peek
Bike rides, skateboards, walks so endlessly around the block
How time has changed, when did I get old
The view out this window brings fond memories
I wish I could go thru it, escape to the their world
Older I get the more I want out
Body creaking, aches and pains, use your brains
Enjoy it form inside, someday you'll get out
Window be my friend and open up
To feel the breeze and smell the air
For it makes me young again

poem by Michael Peterson
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Breathe

Breathe your life...
Ive got to come down
Ive been awake for far too long
My eyes look torn, they were so strong
I wore the crown, I wrote the song
Now its fading
My heart was open
Like a window to a summer breeze
I breaaaathed your love,
I filled my lungs and veins
And I breaaathed your love
Until I felt the pain
And like rain it slipped away
I tried to find out
What love was realy all about
Behind the curtain waits the sky
Its rare I feel enough to cry
Im drying up inside
My life was open
Like a window to the summer breeze
I breathed your love,
I filled my lungs and veins
And I breathed your love
Until I met the pain and like rain
It slipped away, just like a little rain.
I breathed your love
And nothing stayed the same.
Yes, I breathed your love
And filled my heart in vain cos like rain
It slipped away, just like rain it swept away.

song performed by by Roxette
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Sardonic Smile

Before the mirror
I am here
Looked at my image
It was so different

It was not me
But it was me
Laughed at me and grinned
Stood fast for a moment
I cursed to myself
Not to image

By my fist
Fetched a blow
Crumbled mirror
On the floor

Distracted mind
Went into the cave
Trampling scattered pieces

Fetched a sigh
Not to cry
But to the past
Wanted to blast

Opened the window
To have fresh air
Sun was going saying bye
Birds were flying
In the spaced sky
Like for a goal

I wanted to turn back
To myself
As a new
Before the night falls

poem by Udaya R. Tennakoon
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Free To Deeply Breathe, Again

On my way to feeling lost and blue...
I remembered what you said,
About inviting dread.

And I found myself standing,
By a closed window.
Prepared to open it...
For a breath of fresh air.

And there with the air to flow,
I let go of my held grief.
And there with the air to flow,
I felt free to deeply breathe,
Again!

And on this day to you I say,
You are the reason I have chosen happiness.
You are the reason I gave myself to love again!
A love within me I thought I knew.
But it was kept inside of me...
Not allowing it to grow as I believed I grew!

On my way to feeling lost and blue...
I remembered what you said,
About inviting dread.

And I found myself standing,
By a closed window.
Prepared to open it...
For a breath of fresh air.
And as I stood there...
I felt free to deeply breathe,
Again!
To love and do it without fear,
Again!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Prayer in the Dark

In the dark midnight
When I'm lying in my bed alone,
When the rain lashes my window
And the wild winds moan,
I long for you to be with me,
I can't bear it on my own.
I listen to the folk next door
And hear the baby cry and the old man groan -
We're each of us in our private hell
And needing love, but who can tell
What the dawn will bring?
The birds will sing
Their morning chorus
And perhaps the sun will shine,
It all seems so irrelevant,
The world has got no meaning,
Unless you will be mine;
I'm just a blind man now,
A cripple who can hardly see,
Please break these chains of loneliness
And let your loving set me free! !

poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Harvest is Great

abode the meadow of flocking birds, and
echo the whole land it’s the season of
harvest, let the trumpeters loud its voice,
the great Jubilation has now welcome the
new horizon of hope and joy

let all the angels sing the beginning of
another years to stay, the gazing star of the
universe tremendously guide and leads the
whole way to the window of the galaxy

look at back, the stream goes without the
storm and the birds fly with each feather
silent the calmness of the wind beneath the
dazzling clouds of the sky

subside all the grain and wait until time
comes to grow in the land that makes it
flow and mold as a seed; the harvester has
joyfully hold the bleed and sow, till the
next season set to end

glance for a while, the birds have lovingly
fly for the sower to go …

poem by Antonio Liao
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Forcing The Window To Flow

At the window, rain drives
Drizzles and drizzles glow and go
Pushing and loosing the window to and fro
And some-one asked, who is at the window?
Pushing and pushing the window and dash?

In the dark of the night free and roll
Going for the next fresh candle of the day
At the window a hand goes and more, who is at the window?
She cried and roared the mall
And forced the window and banged and go.

poem by Paul Mwenelupembe
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At My Window

Birds fly up
And down spinnin round
Flyin all around
From my window
A little brown sparraw came
Flutterin down
Le moineau est venu
Se poser ma fenjtre
He came to my window
And as I watched him
I found myself reelin and turnin around
And the faster I ran
I ran out of breath and I fell to the ground
(poof)
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh
He came to my window
He came to my window
He came to my window
From their eyes
The people must look like miniature toys
Do do do do do
Do do do do do do
Fly away
Fly away
Fly away

song performed by by Beach Boys
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O, My Friend, Be With Me!

O My friend, be with me,
On the path of life,
Full of stones and thorns,
Breeze and storms.
walking along with you,
all I feel well, fresh and light always!

You bear your pain, you fight with them,
I can't fight for you or you can't for me,
but our hearts wishing good for one another,
Makes all difference,
well, it can make all look different!

O, My Friend, my faith in you.
And smile on your face,
eyes shine when you crack joke,
my mind feel light,
when your teeth twinkle,
between smiling lips,
show my path even in dark!

I can bear my pain easily,
when you are with me,
neither you bear my pains and strains, nor I Ask you to,
only I and you can share the beauty of life,
My burden look light when you walk along with me!

But if you are away I can't bear the weight of heart,
heavy it becomes,
without breeze your smile,
Or without the jokes and thoughts
you share with me!

poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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I'm Free

I'm free
as free as the birds
as free as the clouds
as free as the wind.

I'm free to sing
even if my voice
is not like the voice of an angel
I'm free to dance
even if I'm out of the rhythm
I'm free to cry
even if it means to worry you
I'm free to laugh
even if my heart is aching
I'm free to love
even if it will only hurt me
I'm free to dream
even if I cannot reach it.

I'm free
as free as the birds
as free as the clouds
as free as the wind.

I'm free to be happy
even if I'm in the middle of crisis
I'm free to live
even if it will then
end in dying.

I'm free
as free as the birds
as free as the clouds
as free as the wind.

I'm free...
I'm free!

poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Across The Red Sky

Across the red sky two birds flying,
Flying with drooping wings.
Silent and solitary their ominous flight.
All day the triumphant sun with yellow banners
Warred and warred with the earth, and when she yielded
Stabbed her heart, gathered her blood in a chalice,
Spilling it over the evening sky.
When the dark plumaged birds go flying, flying,
Quiet lies the earth wrapt in her mournful shadow,
Her sightless eyes turned to the red sky
And the restlessly seeking birds.

poem by Katherine Mansfield
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Naked On My Bed

She is sleeping beautifully naked on my bed,
So there is no conspiracy about her!
For fifty horsemen can't take her away from me,
And the north window is wide opened to give here fresh air.

She's all that i have and i am ever ready to defend her,
For the south window is also opened to give her fresh air;
And like the muse of her naked beauty on my bed.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Window

God has given me a window
and I can finally see the light.
And though I felt like going under
I know its gonna be alright.
God has given me a window
and I can finally see the light.
And though I felt like going under
I know its gonna be alright.
You know that I've been there
when I couldn't find an open door
and then he consoled me
and showed me what I was looking for.
Bridge:
I just wanna talk the time to say
his love will never go away
and when its dark no light to see
he brings away
oh my god has
God has given me a window
and I can finally see the light.
And though I felt like going under
I know its gonna be alright.
God has given me a window
and I can finally see the light.
And though I felt like going under
I know its gonna be alright.
I know what your thinking
its seems that its too good to be true
but just when I need him
he's known for always coming through.
Bridge:
I just wanna talk the time to say
his love will never go away
and when its dark no light to see
he brings away
oh my god has
God has given me a window
and I can finally see the light.
And though I felt like going under
I know its gonna be alright.
God has given me a window
and I can finally see the light.
And though I felt like going under
I know its gonna be alright.
God has given me a window
and I can finally see the light.
And though I felt like going under
I know its gonna be alright.
God has given me a window
and I can finally see the light.
And though I felt like going under
I know its gonna be alright

song performed by by Out Of Eden
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Flying

Forever is ending
But you see a deer
Love isn't bending
It's gone with the beer
And I know that I am feeling better
Mary wants to love me so I'll let her
Chains and the irons
Have fallen off of me
I am much much lighter
Everyone can see
And I know that I am feeling better
Suzi wants to love me so I'll let her
I'm flying
I'm flying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
Ain't lying
No crying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
Singing so loudly
I'm drowning out the birds
Singing nothing special
Just any happy words
And I know that I'm feeling better
Sally wants to love me so I'll let her
I'm flying
I'm flying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
Ain't lying
No crying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
I'm gliding
I'm soaring
I'm riding
I'm sweeping
I'm flying high
I'm flying
And I know that I am feeling better
Mary wants to love me so I'll let her
I'm flying
I'm flying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
Ain't lying
No crying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
I'm flying
I'm flying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
Ain't lying
No crying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
I'm flying
I'm flying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before

song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Set them free..They will multiply..

Watching the birds is real fun,
no need dime, only the time,
colorful birds to colored birds,
chirping birds to singing birds,
flying birds to walking birds,
cunning birds to love birds,
Watching birds is just a lesson,
making mind to have a vision.

collect the twigs to make the nest,
one by one, they think the best,
choose the right tree,
just high and free,
Making the nest perfect,
without any single defect,
The birds toil together or alone,
all day long until it is done.

I bought two love birds,
that were kept in a cage.
Hung the cage under the balcony,
above the reach of dogs not felony.
chirping disturbed their sleep,
Nikko, the dog set them free.
Only two flew away,
but I have a few dozens now,
making their nests,
right in front of me, on the trees.

Watching the birds is real fun,
no need dime, only the time.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Love’s Serenade

I’ve just got to know her better
and there’s one thing I can do.
I’ll sing beneath her window
of my love, so real and true.

She may not know me well,
but I’ll soon put that to right
when I’m beneath her window
with the moon shining bright.

With my guitar, heart and voice,
and a fresh rose of red,
I’ll be beneath her window
to serenade her from her bed.

When she hears me singing
she’ll beam down a smile
and blow me a kiss to prove
its been worthwhile.

poem by Orlando Belo
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In Hospital

They stood, almost blocking the pavement,
As though at a window display;
The stretcher was pushed in position,
The ambulance started away.

Past porches and pavements and people
It plunged with its powerful light
Through streets in nocturnal confusion
Deep into the blackness of night.

The headlights picked out single faces,
Militiamen, stretches of street.
The nurse with a smelling-salts phial
Was rocked to and fro on her seat.

A drain gurgled drearily. Cold rain
Was falling. The hospital-clerk
Took out a fresh form of admission
And filled it in, mark upon mark.

They gave him a bed by the entrance;
No room in the ward could be found.
Strong iodine vapour pervaded
The draught from the windows around.

His window framed part of the garden,
And with it a bit of the sky.
The newcomer studied the floorboards,
The ward and the objects nearby,

When, watching the nurse's expression
Of doubt, in her questioning drive,
He suddenly knew this adventure
Would hardly release him alive.

Then, grateful, he turned to the window
Behind which the wall, further down,
Was breathing like smouldering tinder,
Lit up by the glare of the town.

There, far off the city was glowing
All crimson-aflame; in its swell
A maple-branch, ragged, was bowing
To bid him a silent farewell.

'0 Lord,' he was thinking, 'how perfect
Thy works are, how perfect and right;
The walls and the beds and the people,
This death-night, the city at night!

'I drink up a sedative potion,
And weeping, my handkerchief trace.
0 Father, the tears of emotion
Prevent me from seeing Thy face.

'Dim light scarcely touches my bedstead.
It gives me such comfort to drift
And feel that my life and my lot are
Thy priceless and wonderful gift.

'While dying in fading surroundings
I feel how Thy hands are ablaze,
The hands that have made me and hold me
And hide like a ring in a case.'

poem by Boris Pasternak
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