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After The Sunset

After the sunset,
When slowly the darkness crept
And the sky was covered with a star studded veil.
I sat on the terrace with a cocktail.

As I sipped the moon came up,
I heard a bird chirp.
The air was mildly fragrant
And the aura soul stirring and pregnant/

As i went over my day,
I spotted the Milky Way.
My childhood flashed across my mind,
When under the sky I lay besides
My siblings and chased the fire flies,
With my darting eyes.
Wistfully I wondered when did I see them last?

The memories from the past-
Raat ki rani, beat of drums,
And strains of soulful song being sung,
By a weary labourer after a hard day.
It was sheer magic in those warm nights in May

Those sounds and sights
Were the joys of the night.
I recalled with a sigh
In those days long gone by.

Now in our overcrowded rooms,
We try to dispel the gloom.
Watch TV or read
And drift into a fitful sleep.

poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Hard Times

(stephen foster)
Let us pause in lifes pleasures and count its many tears
While we all sup sorrow with the poor.
Theres a song that will linger forever in our ears,
Oh, hard times, come again no more
tis the song, the sigh of the weary.
Hard times, hard times, come again no more.
Many days you have lingered all around my door.
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay.
There are frail forms fainting at the door
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say,
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
tis the song, the sigh of the weary.
Hard times, hard times, come again no more.
Many days you have lingered all around my door.
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
Theres a pale drooping maiden who foils her life away
With a worn out heart, whose better days are oer.
Though her voice it would be merry, tis sighing all the day,
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
tis the song, the sigh of the weary.
Hard times, hard times, come again no more.
Many days you have lingered all around my door.
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
tis the song, the sigh of the weary.
Hard times, hard times, come again no more.
Many days you have lingered all around my door.
Oh, hard times, come again no more

song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Shut Your Eyes

Shut your eyes
Drift away
Awaken to another day

Listen to
The Wind's song
Playing all night long

Day lights and sights
Fade away bringing
Silver nights

Stars shine bright
Like hopes and dreams
Stirring in twilight

poem by Autumn Winds
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Hard Times

1. let us pause in lifes pleasures and count its many tears
While we all sup sorrow with the poor.
Theres a song that will linger forever in our ears,
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
tis the song, the sigh of the weary.
Hard times, hard times, come again no more.
Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door.
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
2. while we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay.
There are frail forms fainting at the door.
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say.
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
tis the song, the sigh of the weary.
Hard times, hard times, come again no more.
Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door.
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
3. theres pale drooping maiden who foils her life away
With a worn out heart, whose better days are oer.
Though her voice it would be merry, tis sighing all the day,
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
tis the song, the sigh of the weary.
Hard times, hard times, come again no more.
Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door.
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
tis the song, the sigh of the weary.
Hard times, hard times, come again no more.
Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door.
Oh, hard times, come again no more.

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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I Wondered What Was Next

So I wondered what was next
As I said good night
I wondered what was next
As I said good night

With head bowed and soul I prayed
These words I said
Please, send the Angels
To guard this, little sleepy head

And as I watched, I sung
Go to sleep, go to sleep
Close those little bright blue eyes
Night-time is coming
The sun is on the far side

Angels are watching
Our vigil to keep
While the Sandman is filling your eyes
It's time for you sleep

Hush-a-bye-baby
Hush-a-bye-sweet
Play time is over for your
Tiny little feet

Close your eyes, baby
Close your eyes, honey
Sleey-time's here
Good night little darling
Good night little dear

As I sung this song
I wondered what would be next
What God has done to my soul?
Because of this child, I confess

I held my daughter's child
while she fell to sleep
And it was there that I started to think
About the stories of my life, the constant agony
There had just been so dang many
The unending strife's
And just like that the tears again,
Came my way
I fought against torrential rains

As I held this child
That has caused love in my life
I fought against my memories of strife

As I struggled trying end my cares
I attemped again to find peace
But where?
A thought passed through my mind
It came almost like a nursery rhyme.

Oh hush-a-bye child
Hush-a-bye child
Look what you've become
The man that loves,
My little ones

And as I sat wondering
Where those words had Just came from?

I heard again

So hush-a-bye child
Hush-a-bye child
Look what you've become
The man that loves everyone
The man that sin can no longer
over run

So I spoke my question
With voice aloud
How can this be?

Hush-a-bye child
Hush-a-bye child
I can see
Hush-a-bye child
Leave the pains of the past
For me

For I have opened the windows
Of Heaven for thee
And poured out this blessing
With-out room enough to recieve

So (hush-a-bye child)
(Hush-a-bye child)
It's time for you to sleep
For even now I Am,
I Am
Baby tending with thee

poem by Clyde Bryson
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Homecoming

Homecoming

I had traveled long and far before getting home,
and it was a beautiful spring day when I arrived.
The air in the flat smelt of neglect, the dust of
memories covered family pictures. “those where
the days my love.” A phrase from a recent song
murmured on my lips. I half turned by the door
wanted to run away again only this time I had
nowhere to go my journey over.

Agonizing silence a never ending Om, I got to do
something, opened the blinds to the door out to
the terrace and up from a flowerpot of dry soil…
and two small eggs flew a pigeon. Wonder and
new hope. If a meek bird could find a home here
so could I; of course for now the terrace was out
of bound. Slowly, ghosts of past misery vanished
as ancient dust danced in a halo of sunlight.
,

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Silent Steps

Have you not heard his silent steps?
He comes, comes, ever comes.

Every moment and every age,
every day and every night he comes, comes, ever comes.

Many a song have I sung in many a mood of mind,
but all their notes have always proclaimed,
`He comes, comes, ever comes.'

In the fragrant days of sunny April through the forest path he comes,
comes, ever comes.

In the rainy gloom of July nights on the thundering chariot of clouds
he comes, comes, ever comes.

In sorrow after sorrow it is his steps that press upon my heart,
and it is the golden touch of his feet that makes my joy to shine.

poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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My Childhood Hero

Caught a glimpse of my childhood hero
As he strutted along the path today.
He created pictures from words,
Made this world come alive, with
A magic that was never matched.

As he swaggered past me today
He looked old, tired and grey
Flashes of songs, floated cross my mind,
Stirring long forgotten memories
Made by the man I saw today, long, long ago.

There was a touch of aged slowness in,
The walk of the man I called my childhood hero,
What had happened to the man I remember
As invincible and beyond question
In that childhood world of mine?

And then I saw a wink and a twinkle
A spark of dancing magic and
A mischievous glint
In the icy blueness of the eyes
Of the man I called my childhood hero.

© 2012

poem by Nick Strong
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Ode To A Sleepless Night

Svelte sunset beckons murky darkness,
And puts to bed another spangled day,
While heavens suspend in lavish turbulence,
Await seraphims with fireworks on their way.

Celestial bodies swing in silent purring cadence,
Float in mercurial spasms lit on ether,
Spheres make music vouch to never oscillate &move away,
As the nebulae serenade to each other.

Constellations dangle in garters & retire for the night,
Chant a rosary for a peace chained in denouncingweight
In stellar glory spin on spider’s thread to span a void,
Take the unknown road that only by the brave know not to avoid.

With our nearest star eclipsed in a night’s blackout,
The star-studded Elysium, in a cosmic flash heave,
Shadows prowl on tip-toes in night’s stillness down below,
In their lingering light, say this is where dreams live.

Night arrives as a nymph nervous, seeking comfort,
In her nuptial dress sprinkled in bright star dust,
Where stars hang like pearls and fire-flies light,
And jewels flush in the dewlocks of the night.

Stars lift and fall with smooth undulations,
With each graceful sweep of her gown,
As night descends from the starry spiral staircase,
Out of the doorway of the moon.

Night returns reverie cut by the popping moon,
Throws her most treasured, resplendent, ornament,
Into comatose hours with her milky white brilliance,
Now together renders the stars redundant.

With her mind made up, moon peers in monocles,
While on her beams ride the thaw,
World lies woven in a shroud of sleep,
Chill air is hushed in awe.

Her frantic wanderings create an eternal spectale,
Scales the skies for a glimpse of her cherished one,
Pleads to her ethereal chums to come assist,
Begins a journey similar to mine.

Planets cross, higher destinies command,
Her lonely grace outshines that comfort numbers do not provide,
Some laughed in envy, as others behind the night veil slept,
With lanterns in their hands some join in her quest.

From one horizon to the other, she spans the skies,
Ordained in amagnanimous vein the evening star flies, ,
Heavens unsettled, a carnival of clouds rush in empathy
By her light, trees spread out to join in a cause lofty.

Lovers are thus lead through the night’s dread
As this retinue of heaven in a fleet, Their egos shed
Inquiring from one end of the skies to the other, they greet,
Yet tonight heaven is what I cannot reach.

Words hang like collateral pregnant with thought,
Deep longings jump to my lips besought,
Beyond that one wish that heaven must persist,
Like the moon disoriented, none can deign to exist.

In my heart tempests collide,
On shriveled wings blind bats glide,
A worthless emblem flaps his wings,
Owl screeches losing the unearthly hour’s bearings.

Moon hangs like a chandelier, past the witching hour, chandelier,
Moonlight powders the fields, searching, agonising at every pore,
Frost mutters incantations in the darkness, atone,
Despairing as final tears of the moon.

Now with their journey complete, speak,
They bring message that the night kept you awake,
Turning, with a similar quest; the moon takes a halo,
Fragrant hours wilt, a night ‘s torment aglow.

While all this is written and complied,
Dewy fingers draw dawn’s veil, a night has been unkind,
And an entire night’s sleep is missed,
And you are still on my mind.

Heavens melt into flames, as sunrise creeps,
A cacophony of bird’s songs, drive away last dregs of sleep,
Morning brings my only reward, the distances agree,
That awake far away, you watch the sunrise with me.

x-x-x
Seema.Joglekar.
3rd-Jan-20 10

poem by Seema joglekar
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Your Looks Have Touched My Soul

Your looks have touched my soul with bright
Ineffable emotion;
As moonbeams on a stormy night
Illume with transitory light
A seagull on her lonely flight
Across the lonely ocean.

Fluttering from out the gloom and roar,
On fitful wing she flies,
Moon-white above the moon-washed shore;
Then, drowned in darkness as before,
She's lost, as I when lit no more
By your beloved eyes.

poem by Mathilde Blind
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Land Of Memories

Some days I like to sit
and close my eyes
drifting a million miles away
to the land of memories.

Just sit alone as if at
some old movie theatre
and watch images of my past
as they play across the screen.

Just sit and stare at nowhere
within the eyes of my mind.
Remembering and remembering
all the places, I have been and seen.

To listen again to the ode of love
that whispered through the trees,
feeling the warm winds again
that caressed my cheeks.

Sit alone from the daily grind,
disappearing into the canyons of my mind
and drift across my past
into the land of memories.

poem by David Harris
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The Merryman and His Maid

[HE] I have a song to sing, O!
[SHE] Sing me your song, O!
[HE] It is sung to the moon
By a love-lorn loon,
Who fled from the mocking throng, O!
It's the song of a merryman, moping mum,
Whose soul was sad, whose glance was glum,
Who sipped no sup, and who craved no crumb,
As he sighed for the love of a ladye.
Heighdy! heighdy!
Misery me - lackadaydee!
He sipped no sup, and he craved no crumb,
As he sighed for the love of a ladye!

[SHE] I have a song to sing, O!
[HE] Sing me your song, O!
[SHE] It is sung with the ring
Of the song maids sing
Who love with a love life-long, O!
It's the song of a merrymaid, peerly proud,
Who loved a lord, and who laughed aloud
At the moan of the merryman, moping mum,
Whose soul was sore, whose glance was glum,
Who sipped no sup, and who craved no crumb,
As he sighed for the love of a ladye!
Heighdy! heighdy!
Misery me - lackadaydee!
He sipped no sup, and he craved no crumb,
As he sighed for the love of a ladye!

[HE] I have a song to sing, O!
[SHE] Sing me your song, O!
[HE] It is sung to the knell
Of a churchyard bell,
And a doleful dirge, ding dong, O!
It's a song of a popinjay, bravely born,
Who turned up his noble nose with scorn
At the humble merrymaid, peerly proud,
Who loved that lord, and who laughed aloud
At the moan of the merryman, moping mum,
Whose soul was sad, whose glance was glum,
Who sipped no sup, and who craved no crumb,
As he sighed for the love of a ladye!
Heighdy! heighdy!
Misery me - lackadaydee!
He sipped no sup, and he craved no crumb,
As he sighed for the love of a ladye!

[SHE] I have a song to sing, O!
[HE] Sing me your song, O!
[SHE] It is sung with a sigh
And a tear in the eye,
For it tells of a righted wrong, O!
It's a song of a merrymaid, once so gay,
Who turned on her heel and tripped away
From the peacock popinjay, bravely born,
Who turned up his noble nose with scorn
At the humble heart that he did not prize;
And it tells how she begged, with downcast eyes,
For the love of a merryman, moping mum,
Whose soul was sad, whose glance was glum,
Who sipped no sup, and who craved no crumb,
As he sighed for the love of a ladye!
[BOTH] Heighdy! heighdy!
Misery me - lackadaydee!
His pains were o'er, and he sighed no more.
For he lived in the love of a ladye!

poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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The Lesson

MY cot was down by a cypress grove,
And I sat by my window the whole night long,
And heard well up from the deep dark wood
A mocking-bird's passionate song.
And I thought of myself so sad and lone,
And my life's cold winter that knew no spring;
Of my mind so weary and sick and wild,
Of my heart too sad to sing.
But e'en as I listened the mock-bird's song,
A thought stole into my saddened heart,
And I said, 'I can cheer some other soul
By a carol's simple art.'
For oft from the darkness of hearts and lives
Come songs that brim with joy and light,
As out of the gloom of the cypress grove
The mocking-bird sings at night.
So I sang a lay for a brother's ear
In a strain to soothe his bleeding heart,
And he smiled at the sound of my voice and lyre,
Though mine was a feeble art.
But at his smile I smiled in turn,
And into my soul there came a ray:
In trying to soothe another's woes
Mine own had passed away.

poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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An Epiphany In The Car

The gathering black clouds-eerie feeling-
spread over blue sky, putting me in a pensive mood.
Not long after, dark clouds commence
raining and slowly seceded from the rest and leaving
open to view, a silver disk setting in distant west.
Being overcome by flaring orange- red
then and there, the sun falls into the warm arms
of the fiery glow.

Looking into his face, hints of grey down the side that,
seemed to further the water flow down window panes and eyes:
Childhood days were recalled from distant memory of
walking out the sun right into the cool rain.

Too, raindrops on window sounded like Momma's ever whipping tune:
'I told you…beat, beat, beat...not to play in the rain…beat, beat, beat…
'OUCH, 'her lyrics and beating continued hours, it seemed.
Still, we sat in car looking out on the rain, I felt the warm
sunsets and the years of Momma's missed presences.

Closing distance between then and now, still in awe, of blazing
sun to the right, clouds raining tears from distant sky on my left,
and with much effort futhering my own sunset.

poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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Memories

When people speak of memories they say the good usually outshines the bad, unfortunately thats not true in my case and it's actually pretty sad

We're suppose to be different but all we are, are hypocrites, I could write down every bad memory you've caused me, but I'd end up with way too long of a list

There were nights of screaming and shouting and nights where we all caused each other pain, there were nights when not one of us didn't go to bed feeling ashamed

There were nights when I wondered if this was always to be our fate and nights when all of you I finally began to hate

There are days and nights still when the past comes back to haunt me, no matter how hard I try to forget, still these memories come back to taunt me

How long will this go on? I really don't know, but I can guarantee you this, these stupid memories will always be my biggest foe

When people speak of memories they say the good usually outweighs the bad, unfortunately that isn't true in my case and honestly it makes me pretty mad

poem by Tiger Lily Love
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The End of the Day

The night darkens fast & the shadows darken,
Clouds & the rain gather about mine house,
Only the wood-dove moans, hearken, O hearken!
The moan of the wood-dove in the rain-wet boughs.

Loneliness & the night! The night is lonely
Star-covered the night takes to a tender breast
Wrapping them in her veil these dark hours only
The weary, the bereaved, the dispossessed.

When will it lighten? Once the night was kindly
Nor all her hours went by leaden & long.
Now in mine house the hours go groping blindly.
After the shiver of dawn, the first bird's song.

Sleep now! The night with wings of splendour swept
Hides heavy eyes from light that they may sleep
Soft & secure, under her gaze so tender
Lest they should wake to weep, should wake to weep.

poem by Katharine Tynan
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Elusive Sleep

Sleep evades me in the night
I listen to sounds make thoughts
which play upon my mind
in the dark of the room I lay
waiting for serenity to come
time passes slowly
as though held imperfect
its warm, too warm for comfort
and too cold beyond the bed sheet
the day has been long, the body aches
still, still sleep evades me
and those sounds, each shadow
play upon the mind more and more
restless and anxious for sleep
to rest, to dream, to be at peace
the elusive sleep in the night
where thoughts consume me

poem by Matthew Holloway
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Night-Bound.

Comes the night that brings me rest,
Comes the dark that folds me in
This of all my nights the best,
Nights of virtue, nights of sin.
I can hear a water moan,
And it seems no mortal tide,
But my own grey life that's gone
With the darkness to abide.
Ah! beyond the veil I pierce —
See my pain and pleasure done
In a mouldering universe
Without stars and without sun!
Through my warm red veins the chill
Of Death's coming seems to creep,
Till the world grows ghasty still
To me in my lonely sleep
So I cease: this night is mine;
Other nights for other things!
Comes the gloom that is divine
With the peace for me it brings.

poem by Robert Crawford
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From Which I Came/A Magic World

Ten pounds and a head of hair
Came into without a care
What they thought were cries were little laughs
Born and looking forward and moving fast
The little bundle had arrived
And I was happy to be alive
In a magic world
Long days and dreamy nights
Wide eyes taking all the sights
A little wonder goes a long, long way
Learning where to go and what to say
Say hello to your new son
Well, he sure is having fun
In a magic world
Every moment's built to last
When you're living without a past
In a magic world

song performed by by Eels
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Taking Time

i tried to ask myself what are days for
they always equate it with walking and the nights
always with sleep. Some have taken the courage
to redefine the colors.
black need not be dark, and white need
not be waking,
sleep would be pink at times
and twilight blue.
i do most of the thinking at night
when everyone hides in the darkness of their sleep.
there are colors and sounds and scents.
and i begin to love the variations,
the aberrations have become adventures
and no one in the house knows
no one understands what is happening to my
eyelids, my mouth does not speak
and my eyes,
having seen much, have desired days
to be the place for the dead,
the white mausoleums, the scents of the flowers
for the weary.
i sleep and dream at noontime and
nobody is there anymore to
mind. I am alone and i have began to love
this moment.
my day is dark. my night is light.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hobos Lullaby

(goebel reeves)
Do not think about tomorrow,
Let tomorrow come and go.
Tonight youve got a nice warm boxcar
Safe from all the rain and snow.
So go to sleep, you weary hobo,
Let the towns drift slowly by.
Cant you hear the steel rail hummin ?
Thats the hobos lullaby.
Oh, I know your clothes are ragged
And your hair is turning grey.
Lift your head and smile at trouble,
Youll find peace of mind someday.
So go to sleep, you little hobo,
Let the towns drift slowly by.
Tonight youve got a nice warm boxcar,
Thats the hobos lullaby.
I know the police cause you trouble,
They cause trouble everywhere.
But when you die and go to heaven,
There will be no police there.
So go to sleep, you weary hobo,
Let the towns drift slowly by.
Can you hear the steel rail hummin ?
Thats the hobos lullaby.
Do not let your heart be troubled
If the world calls you a bum.
cause if your mother lived, shed love you,
You are still your mothers son.
So go to sleep, my weary hobo,
Let the towns drift slowly by.
Can you hear the steel rails hummin ?
Thats the hobos lullaby.
Thats the hobos lullaby.
Thats the hobos lullaby.

song performed by by Kinky Friedman
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