Eternal Duel
Nectar, I feel better, ambrosia, a place of quiet,
there is secret delight in the eye of the storm I’m
aware the dream is going on, you bow, I curtsy,
you smile, I laugh, we make another turn in the
eternal duel of retreat and advance, what a lovely
play, how wonderful a loving presence, how right
this moment frozen in time, transparent edges of
of crystallized glass, eternal blossoms forever on
the brink of full-blown blooms, how can I complain
when such sweet moments take away pain and
suddenly I am riding the stream of your thoughts?
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Northumberland Strait
Thursday, May 15,2008
Northumberland Strait
So emperors hear that glory fleets
In no way do memories sleep
Without my stream of youth, my smile, its play
Can I now find complete
No man would stay alone with sleep
Then dreamy vision will still creep
No place, no river, no bounds will say
That ever could ours have been a better play
Without our smiles our love our place
That moons moments less our embrace
Without that turn, that look of grace
Our lives, without goal stand in place
So its said that travel must abide
To, beyond new places, to find astride boundless skies
So no place, no newness will be new
Without that love, that travel, that you
Can not we be in a pleasant place?
Embrace, so herons and waves complain to me
That sea! Its place so stricken by a shore, a boundary,
So my passion must endure
Without that smile about without
That gloss of past glory be
But no is the word so says the tune
A place under the seaside moon
Eternal lends but a moment too-
So must I say, I truly love you
All our eternities are the present
The moment is all true eternity
poem by Joseph Manduke
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more of less of less then nothing of more then me of hwta i am of nothing thas wild shining brightly in the darkness that consumes my soul gone is greatness gone is ur ever sweet smile that lit up my soul and made me feel super like superman unstoppable the fires blown out all thas left is ashes and ashes grey and black burnt out embers of forever remorse like a shadow ofa dark storm cloud that blocks out the sweet sweetness of sunhine that fills my soul with the happiness of moments of great sweet nice eternal rejoice no longer an empty shell without a body in the shadows forgotten bout and left but for dead and forgetten bout like that of a memory in which u do not remember i would hope that you would not ever forget me for you would always be in mine when i sleep id dream of ur sweet beautiful smile and jus before i awaken i would think of ur sweet smile that shines like morning sunlight for thats how you always make me feel and with a thought like that to start my day i know i could do good and be even better
poem by Dorian Suchelle
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Tonight, Not Again
The night.
She brushed her hands upon my flushed cheek
Smelled of childhood remnants of a dusty weeping willow
Clouds soothe, shredded by the calico
Were oh so vast and quick as I was on my own now.
This time like every other time I believe that I never find
Another sweet little girl with sequined sea foam eyes
Ocean lapping voice smile coy as the brightest quiet span of sky
And Im all alone again tonight not again, not again, not again.
And dont it feel allright. and dont it feel so nice. lovely.
Still Im unable to inhale all the riches
As Im awkward as a wound on my bones
Still Ive got cobblestone joints and plate glass points
As Im all by myself tonight not again not againe
And dont it feel allright. and dont it feel so nice. lovely.
Well if you should nervously break down
When its time for the shakedown would you take it
Its when you cry just a little but you laugh in the middle that youve made it
And dont it feel allright. and dont it feel so nice.
Lovely.
Say it again. lovely. so lovely. to do it again
Again. loving again. its coming again.
Lovely.
song performed by by Jason Mraz
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Every Moment
Blue towers rasp the singing sky
Every vine grows with peace
Look out from hills of joy
See the world in the moment
Trust blossoms with new roses
Hold hands amidst the blue birds
The day reveals sweet wisdom
Flowers grow on the windowsills
Control diminishes control
Faith blooms moments into decades
Expectations can be arguments
Relax and love will dream
She smiles like lovely stars
Every moment is sensuous
Every moment is precious
Every moment with her is a dream
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Tears Of Pain
Tears of pain stream down my although I know you're in a better place
Wishing I could see your face..,
Tears of pain stream down my face, I know you won the race.
All your pain finally ends, you and I were close friends,
Tears of pain stream down my face, I'll still be here in the end,
Tears of pain stream down my face this is something I can't take.
It wasn't fare for you to go; I have never felt a deeper hole.
Tears of pain stream down my face I feel
Your presence, in my place
I sure do miss that smiling face,
Tears of pain stream down my face,
You were the brightness to fill my greys,
Tears of pain stream down my face
I miss the feeling of embrace,
When looking at your wonderful face
Tears of pain stream down my face.
It came to soon, but your alright I try to talk to you every night.
now I know you're in a better place, The tears of pain have withered away.
poem by Raeanne Runyemba
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American Storm
Words and music by bob seger
Headin out on some uncharted path
You soon turn back
It happens time and time again
You never seem to reach the end
Someones out there on the street tonight
When things go wrong
Hell guarantee to make them right
If the price is right
Every time I look youre fallin fallin
Beaten by the wind
Every time I turn around hes there again
Its like a full force gale
An american storm
Youre buried far beneath a mountain of cold
And you never get warm
Its like a wall of mirrors
You charge 'em at full speed
You cover up - you hear the shattering glass
But you never bleed
You never feel the need
Everybody casts a certain light
A special gift
Its theirs to use for wrong or right
When you face the night
More and more we choose the easy way
We take no risks
We figure out which games to play
And how to make em pay
Suddenly the pressures fallin fallin
Skies have all turned grey
Suddenly the storm is heading straight your way
Its like a full force gale
Atop a mountain of cold
You tell your story again and again
And it never gets old
Its like a wall of mirrors
You charge em at full speed
You cover up - you hear the shattering glass
But you never bleed
You face a full force gale
An american storm
Youre buried beneath a mountain of cold
And you never get warm - no you never get warm
You face a wall of mirrors
You charge em at full speed
You cover up - you hear the shattering glass
But you never bleed
You never feel the need
song performed by by Bob Seger
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Eternal Dream
From the moment she walked away from him
He became lonely and only wanted to dream,
He just wanted to be with her
because she was his dream and peace.
He was so happy with her in his dream,
He didn't want to wake up anymore.
He wanted to stay with her forever
Even if she was only in his dream.
Time pass and he never opened his eyes,
He die in his eternal dream
With she, his eternal love.
poem by Efrain Martinez
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0270 Strange Day (for DW)
You’re walking down the street
in the usual way
when you catch someone’s passing gaze
and just like that you suddenly hear
all their inner thoughts – non-stop,
all over the place: good ones, bad ones,
a cacophony of stuff, you wonder why
they don’t go mad with it – you look at them,
they look quite normal, unconcerned…
then you look at someone else – the same thing happens;
what can you do for them? You can’t start
to talk to everyone about their thoughts
all the time, you’d go mad yourself…
what makes them like this? What
are they all looking for that they have
to do all this thinking?
Suddenly you feel tremendously sorry
that they should be like this; you’re
overwhelmed with –- compassion - for
the human race, that all this stuff
should get in the way of – what?
and as you walk, slower now,
trying to hide the flood of tears
and feeling some sort of holy idiot,
glorious and embarrassed at the same time,
the terrible chaos of those thoughts goes quiet, peaceful, silent, still,
and now you feel light and full of light,
and loving what you see in them
yes all of them,
as if you’d never felt any other way
and you’re so sure of this, that you’ll
always know how to tell them, some way, too
that this is how they really are
it’s all so obvious
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Poem to a Secret Love
You are the missing song to my heart
The eternal beauty of which I dream
That wry smile across my face
When I am lost deep in thought
You are the secret I have poorly kept
The muse to so many poems
The reason I believe in romance
My heart is still waiting for you
I look at the flowers in bloom
The full colour of spring
If I could take every flower
I would sow a garden in your name
The birds would come and sing
And butterflies fill the air
Yet none would be as lovely
Or as beautiful as you
I say your name and I’m smiling
I think of you and feel warm
You the secret I have so poorly kept
The one of who I so often dream
The missing song to my heart
The one who has taken my love
And turned it to a work of art
poem by Matthew Holloway
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My Pain, My Pen
My pain has no bounds
My pen knows no boundaries
My pain drives me
Shows me pathways unknown
My pen stops me,
From treading in place where angels fear
My pain is temporary
But my pen is eternal
That's what pen tells my pain
Pain is home,
But so is my pen
A home away from home
A home that is earth
The place full of pain
So I retreat from it
And lock myself away
Pen in my hand
And pain in my heart
My sanctuary...
Thank god for my pen, my pain.
poem by Lusekelo Simwela
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Let The Inner Light Shine!
Sometimes in dream
I see only light,
The light that shines,
But Sometimes
play different colour!
Wonderful are these,
life and dreams,
without rhyme or reason,
They swiftly turn,
Change course and colour!
Sometimes only wearer know where the shoe pinches,
And others may laugh on his walk,
may it be relative or friend,
Friend is that one with heart, keep aside his own pain,
May all others smile or laugh,
No one to weep with,
friend full of loving heart,
ready to wipe tears of
crying heart!
May it be life, or it may be a dream!
Dreamer only know
how take dreams him far,
How great or how dreadful dreams are,
One has to face it all alone!
Is one's own mind give,
shape and form to his dreams,
Lest they are play of shadow and light,
Shade and colours mind feels!
What is that making
In my dream or life,
I only enjoy,
Or even I only suffer By unknown fear,
Everyone is busy in his own itch,
Who on this universe, has free hands to help,
Some leisure left is used to poke one's nose into others affairs,
Not to help, only to irritate and laugh?
Let inner light shine bright,
Stop inner turmoil and fight,
Let all useless thoughts die,
let only love shine,
glory of wisdom and knowledge divine,
Beyond horizon of limitations of human mind,
Every heart be true and kind!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Fix my broken pieces of Yesterday
richness of the experiences leads one moment to
see, the splendid venue of the future, where the soul
blinds the gloomy light that brings pain to touch in
the horizon of the night
reckons, my heart where the child Lilies blooms in thy
bosom arm of thy mother's charm, oh! let me touch
the naked breast of my lips that lure me to taste the
honey bee that makes me free in the day when I was
born
now it’s me, to look beyond the things that mold me,
the time of the moment of all the moments, that I
lead my way to the path of where I stay, alas! brings
me the cup that satisfied my thirst, a milk that subdue
my strength
feel the splendor of the morning sun, like dunes in the sea
of the desert sand, an oasis of storm in the land I can't be
fun, where my trimmed heart mixed with magic wand, and
take me to the place; then I will lay down my hand
please turn and fix my wonderful pieces in the stormy sea I
can’t see...........
poem by Antonio Liao
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A Surrreal Place
Escape, for me, is reading a book
based on Terry Pratchett's 'Thief of Time' where
perfect moments are kept in a glass palace – I have
decided to dream about 'perfect moments' and keep
them divine, unspoiled by the one-dimensional
interpretation of inter-subjective reality
Making my escape to a surreal place - an
unending glass palace - perfect moments
kept in space - resembling Indra’s heaven
every perfect pearl strung in such a way to
reflect every other pearl
A hologram in which virtual reality allows us
to learn how to fulfil our dreams and Carine
happy today, fulfilling my vision of her warm
and content - a sweet dream unfolding in
my heart - frozen blossoms
Will start blooming one day - and once bearing
fruit, a new dream will manifest, imparting the
happy glow of quantum physics in which a Mr
Darcy stares at Elizabeth and a Mr Rochester
calls on Jane Eyre - why -
Because we always recreate the world
in our minds
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Oh! Blooming Star your Sweet Goodbye
cried full the emptiness of the heart, and feel
the reckoning soul of loneliness; the rainbow leaves
nothing, but a promise of pain in the rain ….
hold my tears as you go beyond of what, not
even death knows the secret of faith, take all our meek
and sobering heart, to what is life whose fullness
of a picking joy, assurance that you are there; waiting
until, the shadow of fadedness of life care every dream
of grandiose symphony of happiness, it is yelled echo of the
waiting angels to your permanent home, for the Lord thy
God bless and Love’s you forever ….
sings your tears in our check, for we will always
remember your moment of your stay, leave us the love that
eternity will always be the lasting hope of our dream, nay!
the birds will fly without the wind, they breathe with us, as
they go ….
walk Dear friend, the road is ready for you to go
and the blooming flower catches the meadow of lovely
Angels; letting you to see the immortal life of eternity and the
a sweet goodbye will always live in our lives...thank you
and thank you...may the wonderful God hold you in
His loving heart...Forever and Ever...Amen....
' a poem dedicated to the late Merciditas C. Dampayla'
poem by Antonio Liao
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Prepare, Prepare
Prepare, prepare, new Guests draw near
And on the brink of Hell appear.
Kindle fresh Flame of Sulphur there.
Assemble all ye Fiends,
Wait for the dreadful ends
Of impious Men, who far excell
All th'Inhabitants of Hell.
Let 'em come, Let 'em come,
To an Eternal dreadful Doom,
Let 'em come, Let 'em come.
In Mischiefs they have all the Damn'd out-done;
Here they shall weep, and shall unpitty'd groan,
Here they shall howl, and make Eternal moan.
By Bloud and Lust they have deserv'd so well,
That they shall feel the hottest flames of Hell.
In vain they shall here their past mischiefs bewail,
In exquisite Torments that never shall fail.
Eternal Darkness they shall find,
And them Eternal chains shall bind
To infinite pain of Sense and Mind.
Let 'em come, Let 'em come,
To an Eternal dreadful Doom,
Let 'em come, Let 'em come.
poem by Thomas Shadwell
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I Remember
I remember tasting raindrops
On my tongue.
Dancing under apple blossoms
In that white dress you loved so much
I remember
Us.
The 'us' is no longer there
But that's ok..
The longing has left me
Now there is just a dull aching pain.
When you walked away
Without ever turning to say good bye
You left a hole in my soul
I never thought would fill.
Your hand print was
Forever engraved in my flesh
I hated you
For having branded me
With such a gentle touch.
After your leaving
Your for ever going away..
I've learned to laugh again.
I've learned to play.
I still dance under blossoms
I'm tasting raindrops again.
I'm mending myself.
I've found balm for my pain.
It's funny
How
In loosing you
I found a better me.
A stronger me has emerged
From the ashes you left me in.
A new me is rising
Like the sun on the horizon.
I'm loving to dance again
Under apple blossom trees.
Raindrops have begun to taste
Like sweet nectar to me.
poem by Rabia Minhas
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Blue Jade Heaven
now the arrow pointed to the northern star, as the sun
watch along with the clouds in the sky, comes the
eyes of the moon, waiting the beginning of the glows
of rays, splendidly ride in the Dragon of every
sprouted blooms of the Cherry trees
be the way of lovely Daffodils, floats in the early moist
of cool fog, as it lingers your day with the wisdom of
the beautiful Lilies in the wild and capture the freezing,
silent of the night, oh! the humid of the breeze gallops
my dearest heart to wake up in the middle of my
sweeten sleep
why should i close my eyes when i feel the trembling
lips of waiting; open it again for you to come again in
my motionless feeling of love, take my tongue and be
the moment of wish of my mortal kiss
forward those looks and take the precious jewels of
journey of today, the golden fog, crystallized each drops
of dew, like color of your dream in the harmony of time
with me, decent those tears and traverse the rail on the
path of success with you, the high noon never dropp to
low
ring the Bell now and watch the river flow as the birds
bring the smooth perfume of dream in your midst of the
day, the light have come to witness that throne; and vow
to serve you forever dear, in the no where to find, yet!
only in my arm, i love you
it is not a blind goodbye that my heart depart, for
yesterday is forever lost, a history to pass bye and
tomorrow is just a mystery to believe in and today is the
gift of loving you forever; my dear blue jade of heaven,
my darling forever I will wait for you
you're the presence of mine..........
“this poem is dedicated to all widows and widowers “
……….someday you will find a new sweet beginning of
Memory to live ………
poem by Antonio Liao
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Separation [Despărţire]
Shall I request, my darling, a token of your love?
I wish I could have kept you, but you flew like a dove;
And I don't need the flower that withers in your hair,
I want you to forget me, to leave me sad and bare.
What is the point to foster the bad luck and to strive
Instead of let it dwindle and never to revive?
When even a small river new torrents will receive
Why should we stay for ever in pain and always grieve?
Because it's our lot to float on life's big stream
As if we were a shadow, as if we were a dream.
From now on why to bother to worry about me?
Why should you keep a record of things that ceased to be?
I don't care if I die and leave the world behind
I want to disappear from everybody's mind
And let you live in peace and to forget my face.
But, love, if you remember my soft and warm embrace,
I curse the dark, dense shadow in which I died upset
I wish that you and I had never ever met
To taste the thrill and bliss, to feel each other's touch
Can you forgive me, darling, for loving you so much?
Now turn your face and leave me to live among strange guys
To feel the cold that freezes the pupils of my eyes,
And when the earth goes back again into the earth
Who will remeber then my name, my life, my worth?
All kinds of wailing songs will mournfully request
That I may enter quickly into eternal rest;
Yet, I would like somone, when everybody sighs,
To come and put your name upon my frozen eyes,
Then, even if they want to throw my corpse away
I'm sure I'd feel much better than how I feel today.
A flock of ravens maybe will darken the high skies
Just like the death will shadow and blind my wretched eyes,
Then, suddenly, a storm will break out of the blue,
My flesh will turn to dust, my sad heart will rot, too...
But you, be glad and blossom like flowers do in spring,
With your big, humid eyes, with lips that smile and sing
And though you are a child, grow younger without shame
Forget about me, darling, for I shall do the same.
poem by Mihai Eminescu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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Night Mirror
I'm sitting in an empty field
can't remember how I got here
stunned, I feel a bitter chill
Apprehension mixed with raw fear
I feel an evil presence near
find myself frozen in terror
Suddenly the enemy appears
find myself looking in a mirror
I scream
I wake up from this odd dream
feelings of trepidation on me
get up from the bed yawning stretch
go to the john to take a piss
take a glimpse in the mirror
laughing at these feelings of terror
finish my business and smile
the image smiles back, then laughs
I retreat fast
as the image in the looking glass
attempts to grab me
I scream
shake my head as I wake from this dream
find myself in my parents house alone
I'm 8 years old
something else is here with me
not somebody but something evil here
my fear causes my bladder to leak
shaking, why did they go and leave?
forsaking me to this evil thing
slowly creeping closer to me
I try to close my eyes but still see
misty at first now clearing
the vision near me the mirror me
the evil nearing me ready to devour me
closer now almost overpowering me
as I cower in my bed eyes closed tightly
I awake and find it was just another night thing
a dream
within a dream within a dream
The oddest thing
am I awake? I get up out of bed
the mirror image dances in my head
like an evil twin
taunting me, tempting me to look again
I laugh, a nervous laugh, take nervous steps
toward the bathroom, open the door
turn the light on... turn around and
suddenly I understand the dream
I scream
an endless nightmare of my own doing
i stare in abject fear at the ruin
the body lying there, my body dead
eyes staring at the mirror... in facination
I look and see me look in accusation
looking back at me as if to say
look what you did, you ended it too soon
i hang my head I feel just like a fool
I feel the icy breath and look back up
the mirror image bearing down on me
Another dream? Can't bare it anymore
I feel the hand of evil fill my soul
the evil in the mirror takes a hold
I scream
The dream begins again
I'm sitting in an empty field
can't remember how I got here
stunned, I feel a bitter chill
Apprehension mixed with raw fear...
poem by John Vogel
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Precious In His Sight
Precious in the sight of God, are saints, who leave this earthly sod,
His children, who experienced death, as they receive eternal breath;
No longer left on the earth to roam, as they enter their eternal home,
Prepared for them by Jesus Christ, when they step into Eternal Life.
They’ll leave behind some family, still on that other side of Eternity,
Their loved ones indeed will grieve, but, we must know and believe,
That as they move from this earth, their life takes on Eternal Worth,
And they’re now, in a better place, provided by God’s loving Grace.
We may not understand God’s will, and probably won’t, that is until,
We step onto God’s Gilded Shore, to see His face and much more;
Dear friend, after all, we are His, and to enter into Eternity, is a Gift,
And its Full Measure, only starts, when from earth, the soul departs.
This departure, shall be for us too, as God’s Word is Sure and True,
Our departing from a world amiss, to God’s Heavenly, Eternal Bliss,
To be freed from all pain and strife, only when we enter Eternal Life,
This is the Hope, which has endured, to all, who belong to The Lord.
When one dies, although it’s sad, our heart for them should be glad,
We may have lost, one who died, but, now they’re at the Lord’s side,
Now precious in their Lord’s sight, being filled with Heavenly Delight,
And when we join them my friend, our time together will have no end.
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