A memory of a seashell
I had no past
I had no future
I was always now
rushing to its silent end
sea sheltered salt scented
infatuated murmur
dying in a wave
grain spelled I simply melted
within a sea blue grave
oblivion
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Hold on, hold on, hold on.....
vanish all my fears, drown all my sweat, wash
my strength out to my knee and worship my throne
for thy comes the birth of a new courage of men;
mighty and powerful amongst any other gushing
bloods ever pour out to fight
hold on, hold to the last, but never beg, yet! whore
of yourself and hold on to faith, only a portion of the
salt melted and the whole grain regained, not
persuaded to vengeance as your back to your
savor home
keep a little distance, wait until the dawn set to dash
to the morning sun, for the night comes no return
and the memory keep lingering on; in the crystallize
moon of the sweetest darkest night you might fall
gossip the wind and call the rain to hear your every
silent, the clouds always cloth with that sky, dazzle
as it haggle the wary eyes, letting it stay in my face it
break, wonder as it goes the air-chalk shoot the pain
in my hair
plead as you murmur and stay as you wave for a
single candy, call for a minute of stay, nay! it’s an
order but a quest to pardon my inequities a calling of
mercy with thee.......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Sullen Girl
Days like this, I dont know what to do with myself.
All day - and all night.
I wander the halls along the walls and under my breath.
I say to myself.
I need fuel - to take flight -
And theres too much going on.
But its calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion.
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.
Is that why they call me a sullen girl - sullen girl.
The dont know I used to sail the deep and tranquil sea.
But he washed me shore and he took my pearl -
And left an empty shell of me.
And theres too much going on.
But its calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion.
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.
Its calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.
song performed by by Fiona Apple
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To Soar
to soar among the heavens
wind rushing past
giving way to the blackness around
to soar among the heaves
wind rushing past
the uncertainty of tomorrow t
he wisdom of yesterday
to soar among the heavens
wind rushing past
through the galaxies
small spots of color appear
helping peace fill the void
to soar among the heavens
wind rushing past
a smallflutter in my chest begins
the colors all around brighten
to soar among the heavens
wind rushing past
the flutter becomes a beat
then a pulse
sound all around
music
to soar among the heavens
wind rushing past.
poem by Lauren Kiczula
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Constant Time
Time past and the future give way to this present picture,
But can somebody tell me how to recognize that gate that leads to the bed of roses,
We speak about the future like the past is a grain of sand on the shore,
Washed away by the ocean tide,
Giving way to new grains to make a portrait of the present,
These past memories stay deep in our heart like the depths of the ocean,
Though it gets washed back to shore ones in a blue moon,
Reminding us that our past is a standard measurement of our strength,
Time moves so fast making the past to fade away,
this makes us seem so secured about the present,
Forgetting the fact that our present becomes our past that was once a present from nature as a new day,
Some take the future to be a dream and a wish,
But I take my future to be what I see when I stand from the bottom of the mountain to look at the top,
And my past to be the depth of the ocean that can always be washed ashore …
The only thing I can control is my present,
Yes cos my mind controls my hands to give you a flash of what goes on in my head
Like this words i write to you was once my future and will become my past, making my future my past and my past my future..So ironical isn’t it?
Standing here I sure know 1 thing,
I will reach the top by that foot path,
Yes of course it’s not to mean that I wouldn’t fall,
But I have to break myself off my present past and walk with grace to stand where I belong,
There where I am the king of my destiny,
The past is just going to be a page of memories,
And my future will become my present making time constant in my head,
Because I stand on my past which was once my present and my present which was once my future, making time equal and constant
As I flip thru this page of life,
By: ade
poem by Adeniran Oluokun
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My Heart... So Blue
Ive got her picture
Its there on the wall
I cant remember why
I keep it at all
The doors are cold and
All the windows seem grey
I write the book
Theres so much more I should say
Wave goodbye
See my heart...so blue
Wave goodbye
See my heart...so blue
And now its over
I write it all down
No one to notice
One less face in the crowd
Our eyes are open
When it suits us to say
Dear God in heaven
Show no mercy to me
Wave (wave) goodbye
See my heart...so blue
Wave (wave) goodbye
Lost for you
I shed no tears
And theres no reason for shame
A small consolation
Hides a stone with her name
Just a victim
Still the light shines all bright
Ive got her picture
Think Ill hold it tonight
Wave goodbye
See my heart...so blue
Wave goodbye
See my heart...so blue
Wave (wave) goodbye
See my heart...so blue
Wave (wave) goodbye
Lost for you
song performed by by Erasure
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Ode to Salt
This salt
in the salt cellar
I once saw in the salt mines.
I know
you won't
believe me
but
it sings
salt sings, the skin
of the salt mines
sings
with a mouth smothered
by the earth.
I shivered in those
solitudes
when I heard
the voice
of
the salt
in the desert.
Near Antofagasta
the nitrous
pampa
resounds:
a
broken
v oice,
a mournful
song.
In its caves
the salt moans, mountain
of buried light,
translucent cathedral,
crystal of the sea, oblivion
of the waves.
And then on every table
in the world,
salt,
we see your piquant
powder
sprinkling
vital light
upon
our food.
Preserver
of the ancient
holds of ships,
discoverer
on
the high seas,
earliest
sailor
of the unknown, shifting
byways of the foam.
Dust of the sea, in you
the tongue receives a kiss
from ocean night:
taste imparts to every seasoned
dish your ocean essence;
the smallest,
miniature
wave from the saltcellar
reveals to us
more than domestic whiteness;
in it, we taste finitude.
poem by Pablo Neruda
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No Name #3
We arrived too late
Our mouths were opening
I turned off the light
So come on night
You're a witness you
You've seen me interrupt
A good old fashioned fight
So come on night
Everyone is gone
Home to oblivion
Home to oblivion
Home to oblivion
Watched the dying day
Blushing in the sky
Everyone is uptight
So come on night
Everyone is gone
Home to oblivion
Home to oblivion
Home to oblivion
I know we're not
Illegitimate
In our hearing
So come on
So come on night
song performed by by Elliott Smith
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Continuous Enchantment to The End
Our affectionate grows stronger,
my love won't assault you.
While I see the future come closer,
I'll still persist to love you.
As future comes forward,
as past goes by.
While we're jumping,
we'll be destracted as we go on.
But to me, time is rushing,
so there is still occasion.
As future comes forward,
as past goes by.
When time has come,
I'll appear next to you.
As time has come,
I'll finally meet you,
as I'll keep adoring you.
As future comes forward,
as time past by.
poem by Mathew Cruz
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Recent instructions from Noel
Always make your future bigger than your past
Always make your contribution bigger than your reward
Always make your performance greater than the applause
Always make your gratitude greater than you success
On the premise:
That there is a future
That there is a contribution
That there is performance
That there is gratitude
There is no future, no contribution, no performance, no gratitude
The past shall be erased, the reward does not matter
The applause unnecessary and the success a surplusage
I do not need a reward, an applause,
And I do not need any success
Finding a soul in paper clip
Finding a frog croaking in my throat
There is simply no brain on this bond paper
Air in a vacuum
A grand future in today’s little happy faces
A red rose tattoo inside my ailing heart
The best talk in my silence as mute as
A dead ant that cannot climb
The coconut tree
Of the elephant in my palm
Or that little bird in my hand
And we were guessing
Whether it is alive or dead
The little child always laughs at everything
And we simply do not know
His logic
We forget once our childlikeness
We simply forget
The reason of the heart
It is simple
There is no future in my books
There is only today
God bless you, Noel
I always Live for today
The moment
The second
I always see my life in the fresh leaves of lettuce
My future in that in the red rose dewy in the flower vase of transparent glass
And what IS that?
Yes, eternity in the grain of sand
Today in the glowing dew.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Father
as father begs, the son in a compromise
goes with him in that dome
where there are candles
some have already burned themselves
and some have just been lighted
by the hand of the caretaker.
there had been so many misunderstandings
unresolved anger
the son keeps the hate as the father keeps
the silence
there is no available explanation
there is simply none to mention
for the moment
the father looks behind and tells the son
i am of the past
my candle melted to the ground
there is no rekindling
the father points to him another candle
about to end its life
and he tells the son, that is yours
the father is talking about a life of the past
and the shrinking future
the son now must explain too
how hate kept him
there is no explanation
there is simply nothing to mention
the candles melt to the ground
offering a smoke as left-over of its short existence
that is the only possible explanation
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fallen Petals
for one thing i do not know the name
of this sea flower falling from a very lushy
tree whose leaves reach to the sands
as though kissing salt and silence
it is a big flower with pink lines
following the sides
the stamens are long and
scented like a woman with perfume
on her hair
alone in the night she walks
towards a cave
of cascading desire and there
he is waiting naked
the flowers keep on falling
the petals crushed
the night is silent
and well scented
the shadows fuse and then
they were lost in total darkness
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Distant Kind Of Love
A dove calls her mate in the moon
But a sea wind calls, go not to soon...
For the night is young in circles new
The waves are rolling deep and blue.
So' it is for you; the world was made
To lift your feathers above the wave!
So dip your wing tips in salt rock air
Brave a poles ivory stair; if you dare!
For it's here your true loves heart lies
Anchored beneath the lustrous skies
Wave over wave- wing on wing!
The dove white creature clung, curing...
Until the sun in past shadows flame
Up and blessed the birds dead name
For the night is young in circles new
The waves are rolling deep and blue.
Wave over wave- wing on wing!
That dove white creature sort to cling...
Curing... deeper and deeper
Rolling... deeper and deeper
The little dove flew
To the heart of the moon,
To that part of the moon,
That could be you...
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Breath by Breath
Our moments are precious and
Our time is now.
Use it wisely and use it well!
There is no connecting the past
And future. The presence is the
in-between and only lasts but
Less than a breath.
The presence is so fast,
a blink of an eye and it is the past!
Then are we really living our future with
each inhale and our past goes out
with each exhale?
Are is it really just a pretence of presence?
Future - Past,
Future - Past,
Future - Past!
poem by JDarrell Kirkley
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Traveller handwarm
the lamb in the blood a traveller moonlit
the lamb in the blood a traveller sunlit
the lamb in the womb the sky spelled cloud
the walker in the mud a traveller lightless
the walker in the mud a traveller darkless
the walker in the lamb the sky spelled step
a silent road in the traveller's book
a silent road the traveller took
a silent road after a storm
a traveller path traveller handwarm
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Swoon
I cannot sleep
When my mind is running
Faster than my will to sleep
And I'm far too busy weeping
To find solace in simply sleeping
I cannot sleep
When fears of the future
And tears of the past
Burden my head
And I'm far too busy weeping
To find solace in simply sleeping
I cannot sleep
When hope for the future
And letting go of the past
Is more exciting than a dream
In calm repose
Only darkness flows
I cannot sleep
When nightmares
Instill shock and horror in me
And I'm far too busy weeping
To find solace in simply sleeping
Staring so long at the silver moon
Insomnia loses and I simply swoon
poem by Dyhanara Rios
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A wise woman puts a grain of sugar into everything she says to a man, and takes a grain of salt with everything he says to her.
quote by Helen Rowland
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Shahdaroba
Where the Nile flows
And the moon glows
On the silent sand
Of an ancient land
When a dream dies
And the heart cries
Shahadaroba
Is the word they whisper low
Shahadaroba, Shahadaroba
Means the future
Is much better than the past
Shahadaroba, Shahadaroba
In the future
You will find a love that lasts
So when tears flow
And you don't know
What on earth to do
And your world is blue
When your dream dies
And your heart cries
Shahadaroba
Fate knows what's best for you
Shahadaroba, Shahadaroba
Face the future
And forget about the past
Shahadaroba, Shahadaroba
In the future
You will find a love that lasts
Shahadaroba
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Shahadaroba
Roy orbison
Where the nile flows
And the moon glows
On the silent sand
Of an ancient land
When a dream dies
And the heart cries
Shahadaroba
Is the word they whisper low
Shahadaroba, shahadaroba
Means the future
Is much better than the past
Shahadaroba, shahadaroba
In the future
You will find a love that lasts
So when tears flow
And you dont know
What on earth to do
And your world is blue
When your dream dies
And your heart cries
Shahadaroba
Fate knows whats best for you
Shahadaroba, shahadaroba
Face the future
And forget about the past
Shahadaroba, shahadaroba
In the future
You will find a love that lasts
Shahadaroba
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Last night I had a dream
Last night i had a dream
a dream about a future
a future that i had buried
deep within
A dream that made me wonder
how deep is that burial place
within me
Last night i had a dream
a dream about a past
a past that my memory
refuses to name.
Dug up by another name from
that very past
Last night i had a dream
a dream about the present
a present that i choose to
live in oblivion off.
a present with hurt, betrayal
pain and sadness
A present that however hard
i run away from shackles
me to my past and my future
chains, which i am unable to
break free from
which tie me down and make me who and what i am
Last night i had a dream
do i wish to wake up and
face reality.
are not the dream and the reality
one and the same.
Last night i had a dream
a dream or was i awake
finally.
poem by Jasveen Ahluwalia
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A poetess and a silent shell
Hail a wave do come here
Give foam of sighs in mother’s milk
Hail a wave please no fear
Won’t touch your hidden fibers of silk
Your fibers smooth like sails
Of wind cast blown horizon blue
In shrieks of hungry gales
I’ll only whisper to you
Sky and earth again divide
New horizons of blue to spell
Remember from me no one can hide
In drops of water your silent shell
I used to live and breathe in it
Before you cast me on this sand
And left me silent webs to knit
In whispers of a newly born land
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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