Catch The Wind
Catch the wind and ride the cloud
That is your dreams; be not afeared-
This is your life, live it your way and be proud;
Do not fret that others may think you weird,
There is no one that is not thought to be-
Hardly anyone is what they ought to be,
According to those that make others their business!
People are afraid of anything not in their own likeness;
Think only of what you truly desire,
And use this alone, to alight the fire
That is your zest for life, and keep it burning!
No matter what you may write, the pages are turning
In the book that is your life, so make it great-
Catch the wind, do it now, do not procrastinate!
-Maurice Harris,16 July 2011
poem by Maurice Harris
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Catch A Fire
Me and you
Ooh
In the heat of the sun
Our life has begun
Like a flame
Me and you
Ooh
All alone in the sand
I will burn in your hand
And my sould will arise to the sky
Catch a wind, catch a rainbow, catch a fire
Catch a fire, catch a fire
Catch a wind, catch a rainbow, catch a fire
Catch a wind, catch a rainbow, catch a fire
Catch a fire
Me and you
Ooh
In the night we will hide
In the flow of the tide
Oh the shore
Me and you
Ooh
There's a message for me
In the sound fo the sea
I must hold you and never let go
You just gotta go
All you need
You can have
All my, all my, all my love
song performed by by Haddaway
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The sky is but a tall ship
The sky is but a tall ship;
And the clouds invisible sails-
When I catch that wind,
When I catch that wind.
Storms can push a vessel aground;
And life isn't really the holy grail-
Then you catch that wind,
Then you catch that wind.
Don't worry about the setting sun;
If you lost or if you won-
Just reach your hands up to the sky
Until you've learned the way to fly,
And you'll find, once you catch that wind,
The sea of sky won't ever end.
poem by Patti Masterman
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Two Roads Diverged
If heartbreak had a face, mine would be it-
As you need only gaze into mine eyes, to see it;
For far too long, my life has been suspended,
And may never again be, as I intended.
They say: 'you make your own choices', but some make you!
You need to let go of the past and allow the future to take you
Wherever it may-I refuse to be a victim of my past,
I will find my happiness one day, and make it last!
The Sun shall surely shine another day,
To alight a path upon some other way
For me to restore a semblance of jollity,
To a life that for so very long has lacked this quality!
Two roads diverged in my life, I chose the wrong one-
Now I must double back and continue to be, the strong one!
-Maurice Harris,8 August 2011
poem by Maurice Harris
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The Devil, In Sheep's Clothing
Perhaps the only way to look at it now
Is to see her as the necessary evil that she was;
As hard as it is to accept, she was the vesssel that did allow
You to come into my life-no matter what she does,
She will never be able to take away this gift!
If I had known in advance, all she would take,
I would still allow it to be-the uplift
To my heart, of your existence alone, could make
Up for anything, many times over again-
The joy that it brings, makes up for any pain!
There is no other way to look at all that has transpired:
A lady I once most ardently admired,
Turned out to be the Devil, in sheep's clothing;
Though she gifted you, she also earned my perpetual loathing!
-Maurice Harris,25 July 2011
poem by Maurice Harris
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Where Dreams Make You
Ah, to awaken in the aegis of your amorous embrace,
Entranced by the awe-inspiring beauty of your Angelic face,
Ever-enraptured and enamored by your amazing grace-
An emotion embossed upon my soul, which time itself may not efface!
If only wondrous dreams could marry reality
And an existence as this, supplanted the duality
I now live, betwixt what is veridical and mere fantasization;
If but I may conjure it up, with my imagination,
Then I may learn to fashion verity, from thought,
To make my dreams come true, where now, they are not!
For now my beloved, all I have are fanciful dreams,
Where you are made real-or so, to me, it seems,
As I somniate in a state where my dreams may make true
All I have ever wanted-where dreams make you!
-Maurice Harris,17 August 2011
poem by Maurice Harris
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Fate determines
Fire is there; Wood is there.
Air is there. There’s no catch of fire.
The distance interferes.
Air must turn a wind
And push the wood to catch fire.
I am here; you are there.
Love is there. There’s no catch of desire.
The valley interferes.
Love must turn wind
And thrust me to quench your desire.
It is left to the fate.
06.07.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The fire and the life
Fire exists only when matter burns.
To see fire it must burn from fuel.
Fire dies when matter exhausts
Or it dies when it is put out.
Life exists only when body burns. [grow]
To see life, body must consume and burn.
Life ceases when body stops burning.
And it ceases when it is killed.
Fire has vigour to thrive and catch.
Life has a drive to thrive and catch.
Both aren’t separable from matter
Both have no entity without matter.
31.06.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Destruction, Divined
No longer missed and no longer needed-
Like the once-passionate call of the heart
That is now, sadly, no longer heeded!
If there were anything that I wished to impart
To this world, it would be a presence that mattered;
I have nothing, except that which seems ethereal-
The remnants of a once-enviable life, now battered
By events that defy explication, but are all too real!
I now query what I used to take as given;
All that, for which my whole life I have striven
Was plundered, absconded or otherwise destroyed;
Was this indeed something I could not avoid! ?
I suppose so-that is the enigma of God's great Mystery!
I pray that I am made stronger because of this history!
Maurice Harris,18 July 2011
poem by Maurice Harris
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You Are The Tree, I Am The Wind
You are the tree, I am the wind,
You alter my course, yet you also bend;
No longer is either the same after each-
I am the wind, be my tree, I do beseech!
Ethereal, unseen-yet alterations I may make!
Magnificent, beautiful-away, my gust, you take!
Together, we are an ever-changing landscape,
Making wondrous reality out of our dreasmscape!
A tree, without its wind-breathless, becalmed:
A wind, without its tree-purposeless, withdrawn!
The wind sweeps around the tree, the tree dances
More inspiring is this than all other romances!
I, the most powerful wind, you, the most beautificent tree;
Wonder do I what, as one, together, we may be!
Maurice Harris,30 August 2009
poem by Maurice Harris
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My Dreams Need Not Die (A Bittersweet Valentine)
If I were not meant to be here right now,
Then, please explain to me just quite how
I did come to be here in the manner and time
That I have; just because you are, again, not prime-
Because you now battle the inner demons which curse you-
This does not mean MY dreams need die, and I, not pursue
All MY aspirations, which allow Answer to all MY Prayers!
Dreams and Hopes are only fulfilled by the heart that dares
Be Faithful, in the face of overwhelming obstacles, and disbelief;
I have always been same, yet now, you give me grief,
When you asked exactly this of me, so recently;
Regrettably, your senselessly afeared mind treats me indecently,
Because I represent all you have ever wanted, but will not let live;
All you need is the gift of your open heart-one that your afeared mind, will not let give!
-Maurice Harris,14 February 2012
poem by Maurice Harris
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Faith's Reward
We may not bide with this glory should we be too afeared;
What for art thou then fawn at what thou always revered?
I have searched my entire life for the one that allows my heart to sing,
My soul to be inspired-to love, more than myself-this is what you bring!
To cause you pain-akin to a self-broken heart, this I shan't e'er allow-
I shall love and covet thee more each passing day-I solemnly avow!
We've been given a truly miraculous, Empyrean gift, always to treasure;
I shall do all I may to honor this, above all else, no matter the measure!
I once thought of happiness as an earthly realm, my acquiescense;
My dreams of more than this met with reality-your quintessence!
This wondrous elation, I simply must always have-it is my life's aim-
These are not mere words, it is notice of my actions-one and the same!
Accept this Heavenly proffer with the enduring faith that brought it-
Embrace all the ardor it provides, remembering why we sought it!
Maurice Harris,11 May 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
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What If...?
What if I had chosen with my heart
And not my head? For a start,
My life would be drastically different-
I probably would not need to be so persistent
With respect to rebuilding my life;
I would not now be subject to such strife
As my heart almost could not take-
In the most real sense, it really did break!
It is never too late though, to alter its course-
I know the love in my heart, and I know its source;
This is now the heading I shall steer-
To seek the Angel that I hold most dear!
If only I should be so fortuitous
As to tie the bond I do now see, between us!
-Maurice Harris,17 July 2011
poem by Maurice Harris
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Life Is A Journey
Life is a journey, full of side trips and detours-
It is not always smooth, despite its allures;
Every once in a while, through despair,
Comes a sign someone else really does care-
Maybe its a small gesture, maybe a kind word,
But it comforts you, and you are reassured
That all humanity is, in fact, not lost;
Maybe its hope restored, with a hurdle crossed,
Or kindness, which comes from a most unexpected place-
Life is a journey my friend, and not a race!
Take my word for it-no matter your tribulation,
Something will happen to improve your situation.
Have faith; remain strong; never forfeit;
With time, all your problems you will forget!
Maurice Harris,12 July 2011
poem by Maurice Harris
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I AM, A Testament To Love
I would move mountains, even if for one day,
I were so fortuitous as to have the one, say:
'I love you and I have searched for you all of my days! '
I prayed for its genesis, and now I do, that it stays!
Whether this comes to pass is not now known,
Yet its glory has been foretold and now grown
To be magnificence in need of acceptance;
This is His gift, and we, humble appreciants!
Be not afeared of the love you now hold;
Its power frightens, yet it has been foretold
That our strength is possessed in our faith!
Should we believe, we may create from a wraith,
Something more beauteous, more permanent
Than life itself-I AM, a testament!
-Maurice Harris,19 May 2011
poem by Maurice Harris
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The and My Wind
Swishy air on my face,
blows around,
turning the leaves,
carrying my cry,
for the world to hear,
I am near,
carry the seeds,
Oh wind!
make new trees,
Oh wind!
make the fruit of life,
Oh wind!
take me out of my strife,
Oh wind!
my wind!
my wind!
put us out of misery,
for we are creation too,
you hear me don't you,
don't torment us wind!
poem by Aamir Zain
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A WIND SWEPT DAY DEDICATED TO AFZAL SHAUQ /heather wilkins
As I pen my thoughts,
and dreams,
Words I cannot say,
I bear my heart to the
wind,
On a wind swept day.
May I take a dream, or
two,
My dreams involving you.
Blow them to the wind,
Make my dreams come
true.
I bear my heart to the
wind,
On a balmy day,
May it catch on fire,
And blow your love,
my way.
HEATHER WILKINS
© Heather Burns
wwww.postpoems.com
poem by Afzal Shauq
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Left
people say they won't leave
they say they will stay forever
people come and go like the wind
that evil wind blows them in your life
once you get use to having them
around like paper or a candle they blow out
as i learn this i start to feel like a child
trying to catch the ever changing alway
running wind i reach out but cant catch that wind
i hear myself scream 'please don't leave me alone,
please take me with you,
what did i do, please let me fix it,
don't leave me here all alone'
i run trying to grab it but
i can't reach i guess the wind can't take me
because i am a lead weight that it can't pick up
so i will wait and see who
blows in next and hope pray
that this person will stay
poem by Kristina Asbell
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Our World
We live in a world of deceit and greed,
But, also one of beauty and honor-I must concede
There is an enigmatic dichotomy to be sure;
The diversity that confounds, also provides its allure!
The same world that will make your heart break,
Is the same world that is sure to make
You believe in God, if you do not already!
Think about all the world has to offer-its heady
Just to ponder its sheer magnificence;
It makes us all accept our own insignificance-
We are naught more than microscopic dots on a massive canvas
That is the ever-changing painting, that is
Our world-yes, our's-and we are its stewards-
If we take care of Her, She showers us with rewards!
-Maurice Harris,17 July 2011
poem by Maurice Harris
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The Book Of My Life
Let me watch by the fire and remember my days
And it may be a trick of the firelight
But the flickering pages that trouble my sight
Is a book I'm afraid to write
It's the book of my days, it's the book of my life
And it's cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife
And it's all there to see as the section reveals
There's some sorrow in every life
If it reads like a puzzle, a wandering maze
Then I won't understand 'til the end of my days
I'm still forced to remember,
Remember the words of my life
There are promises broken and promises kept
Angry words that were spoken, when I should have wept
There's a chapter of secrets, and words to confess
If I lose everything that I possess
There's a chapter on loss and a ghost who won't die
There's a chapter on love where the ink's never dry
There are sentences served in a prison I built out of lies.
Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life
There's a chapter on fathers a chapter on sons
There are pages of conflicts that nobody won
And the battles you lost and your bitter defeat,
There's a page where we fail to meet
There are tales of good fortune that couldn't be planned
There's a chapter on god that I don't understand
There's a promise of Heaven and Hell but I'm damned if I see
Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life
Now the daylight's returning
And if one sentence is true
All these pages are burning
And all that's left is you
Though the pages are number
song performed by by Sting
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Stars Dont Know My Fate
Tonight I make history
and one day history will find me
and haunt me...even write me
in the pages of immortality
and will never be forgotten
as the wind.
Tonight I face history
and one day history will face me
and mock me...even write me
in the pages of uncertainties
but will never be forgotten
as the wind.
Tonight- I end my life...
I change my history, I make my destiny
for stars don't know my fate.
And one day, maybe one day
this night would be forgotten,
carried by the wind.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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