Thank You Always For A Beautiful Day
You fearful and strong
Drew the lines across the palm
Prolonged the drawing into the sight
Of morning wisdoms dew drops see through
Transparent gowns you took them off all
Still veiled you stood painted in the light
And once I step into your circle
There’s an aureole rise sparking from hands
Into a thin air word electrified spinning around
I will be taken danced with and peacefully lulled asleep
Thank you always for a beautiful day
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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A Boy And His Drawing
A boy once came across a penny.
Puzzled, he went to his sister Jenny.
He asked her What could he do?
She said we''ll buy something for you.
He went to the shop, to be fascinated by everything.
And at last decided that a Crayon Box he had to bring.
Thinking hard as to which colour to use.
He drew nature outside his window, that would amuse.
He drew his beautiful, first drawing.
To show his teacher, he went enjoying.
Teacher said smiling 'Great job Child! !
You drew the trees, the river, and the wind blowing mild.
The teacher added that without the drawing he should go.
Cause to many in school tomorrow, his drawing she'd show.
He went to bed smiling, and proud of what he had drawn.
His dream had come true, so he didn't dream till dawn.
Next day he went to School, to see his drawing there.
Many big people were there strangely, he wondered from where?
Many children had drawn pictures, at their best.
But he knew his drawing was better than rest.
He searched from the window, but his drawing was nowhere.
He didn't step forward, as he was scared of the crowd there.
He couldn't utter a word cause he didn't knew the word 'Betrayed'.
It wasn't from anyone else, but his teacher instead.
He couldn't do anything, but shed tears.
They were accompanied by rain of the year's.
The tears were more than the heavy rain.
They kept coming until the rain made him draw again.
poem by Vighnesh Birodkar
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Circles Round The Moon
Tonight I drew a circle round the moon
This night I drew a circle round the moon
Through a glazed up frosty window
I drew a circle round the moon
Tonight I stood on the end of a pier
And the moon flooded the bay
And as it caught the rolling tide
I swear the waves stopped dead
Tonight I ran through dark streets
And cut the heads off all the flowers
And replaced them with something beautiful
That could never ever die
Tonight I lay by my open window
And listened to the rain
Gently lapping the ground outside
And smiling, I lay still
Tonight on the end of that pier
I longed for someone to hold
To share this beautiful sight with
And see the circles round the moon
Tonight the moon told me something
The moon it told me to live
It told me to live, not merely exist
So I could decapitate the flowers
But I didn’t take any notice
And killed myself instead
And if you look up at the sky tonight
There’ll be a circle round the moon
poem by Perfect Fool
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This Bird, This Metaphor
There is the question of life and I
Questioned it again on my way to
The next town, somewhere in between
This place and wherever this road
Takes me, and I drew a bird once with
Only one wing and it flew in circles on
My page, around and around and finally
Gave up and sat just lead and lines
And now I follow these lines, this gray road
To another place where I will find yet
Another metaphor for life, it is a compass
Without a north, it is a lie without
A point, it is a grit toothed smile
It is a sunset without a moon, it is one
Step after one step, left than right, than
Circle and circle and slowly, slowly fade
poem by Ben Paynter
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Petropolis
From a fearful height, a wandering light,
but does a star glitter like this, crying?
Transparent star, wandering light
your brother, Petropolis, is dying.
From a fearful height, earthly dreams are alight,
and a green star is crying.
Oh star, if you are the brother of water and light,
your brother, Petropolis, is dying.
A monstrous ship, from a fearful height,
is rushing on, spreading its wings, flying.
Green star, in beautiful poverty,
your brother, Petropolis, is dying.
Transparent spring has broken, above the black Neva’s hiss
the wax of immortality is liquefying.
Oh if you are star – your city, Petropolis,
your brother, Petropolis, is dying.
poem by Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
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Painting
I'm drawing a circle,
Which is concentrically diminishing,
With each gliding of the pencil on the paper,
Until it becomes a spiral.
I'm drawing the line of your oval eyes,
Which is concentrically diminishing,
With each winking of yours,
Until it becomes only the memory of your sight.
I'm drawing the line of your elliptical lips,
This beauty of your lips,
Which is dwindling concentrically
With each whisper
Until it becomes only the memory of your word.
I'm drawing your great feeling,
As a noble heart,
Which is eccentrically enlarging,
Until I can touch you
To become one soul.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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The circle-Quatern poetry
Your sight carves a circle around
The image of my bleeding stone,
Which is kept strained amidst the sound
And strongly beats in my heart zone.
I feel our love being so wrong.
Your sight carves a circle around
My sharp words, biting very strong
My pulsing and so fatigued ground.
We rise self awareness to bound
Our golden thoughts for His glory.
Your sight carves a circle around
Hope to keep safe our steel story.
Our love dance make to tense
A fraught arc of torment in sound,
But for its immutable sense,
Your sight carves a circle around.
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poem by Marieta Maglas
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My Heart Stood Still
I laughed at sweethearts
I met at schools
All indiscreet hearts
Seemed romantic fools
A house in Iceland
Was my heart's domain
I saw your eyes
Now castles rise in Spain!
I took one look at you
That's all I meant to do
And then my heart stood still
My feet could step and walk
My lips could move and talk
And yet my heart stood still
Though not a single word was spoken
I could tell you knew
That unfelt clasp of hands
Told me so well you knew
I never lived at all
Until the thrill of that moment when
My heart stood still
Though not a single word was spoken
I could tell you knew
That unfelt clasp of hands
Told me so well you knew
I never lived at all
Until the thrill of that moment when
My heart stood still
All that moment when
My heart stood still
My heart stood still
My heart stood still
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Euclid
Old Euclid drew a circle
On a sand-beach long ago.
He bounded and enclosed it
With angles thus and so.
His set of solemn greybeards
Nodded and argued much
Of arc and circumference,
Diameter and such.
A silent child stood by them
From morning until noon
Because they drew such charming
Round pictures of the moon.
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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The Night Of The Century
I didn't know you
And you didn't know me
But after we danced
It felt as if we known each other forever
When we danced
It felt like I could fly
We danced to the fast music
Which I enjoyed
My personal favorite was the slow music
When you were singing every word of the song to me
I felt your breath on my shoulder
My hands were around your shoulders
Your hands around my waist
We were close together
Spinning around and around
When it was time to go
I was crushed
I wanted to stay nad dance more
I wanted you to sing to me
I never wanted anything more than I want to be with you
Nobody knows this feeling
In which I have for you
Believe it or not
I don't think i can ever forget you
Last night was the most remarkable night ever
I wish it could of lasted all night!
poem by Makayla Straight
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The May Song
I'm waiting for your hands
to fold around my wrist
I'm mellowing in warm grass
and the scent of you I've missed
And blue is representing
the draft in my heart
I'm wandering through thin skies
and the transparent air I've missed
Pale is my face
you might want to colour
while I breathe
I'm following large drops of rain
with my eyes on the sight of you I've missed
Pale is my face
you might want to colour
while I breathe
song performed by by The Gathering from Nighttime Birds
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In Morning Light’s Glow
As from night’s rest I open my eyes,
Behold on horizon dawning sunrise.
Gazing over the lake’s rippled face,
Campfire smoke surrounds my place.
As dewy fog lifts upward into the air,
Enigmatically appearing, Maiden fair.
A beautiful picture comes to my sight,
In a glow of the morning’s fresh light.
With buckskin and lace she did dress,
Very rapidly to my canoe I did press.
Pushing without delay from the bank,
Swift and strong strokes I did crank.
Eyes truly fixed on her smile so fine,
Paddling toward her in a perfect line.
Within the calm wind she backed away,
She danced within it in mystical play.
Into some place of a clouded disguise,
Upward with day’s heat she would rise.
Her figure lucidly plain I still could see,
However only light refraction’s were to be.
poem by Joseph Blitch
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A painter
A painter on study
sketched two nudes
In canvass, a nude
Man & woman
The man in hard
Solid lines his torso
His thighs his legs
Well chiseled by
The dark colors
Of his brush, and
The woman in
Smooth lines, her
Fragile hands, her
Soft breasts, her
Thin lines in light
Feminine colors,
He so admired
His nude creations,
And he stared
At the magic
He just painted,
And tired for
Hours, he just
Blinked a while
Wanting a little
Slip, he faltered,
He blinked and
Winked for a second,
Surprised, only to
Find out that the two
Are suddenly missing
not looking for food
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Spinning On An Axis
World spinning round
To the next revolution
Sun going down
Gonna rise up again
I watch the sun go down
With some sorrow
And now I know its gonna come back tomorrow
Aint no reason
It has to do that
Its the season of the culture bat
Spinning on an axis
Spinning on an axis
Staring in the face
Of time and space
Spinning on an axis
World spinning round
To the next revolution
Sun going down
Gonna rise up again
Hear me rising
Rise up and sing, rise up, rise up
Although Im curious
It isnt a crime
I want to know if ill
Find out in time
A lot of people busy doing their thing
Gonna wake up and sing
Spinning on an axis
Spinning on an axis
We ask the question
And the answers yes
Spinning on an axis
I watch the sun go down
With some sorrow
And now I know its gonna come back tomorrow
Aint no reason why
It has to do that
Its the season of the culture bat
I watch the sun go down
Wonder if its gonna come back
Certainly theres no guarantee
But I got a feeling it will be
Spinning on an axis
Spinning on an axis
Spinning on an axis
Spinning on, spinning on an axis
Spinning on an axis
World spinning round
To the next revolution
Sun going down
Gonna rise up again
World spinning round
To the next revolution
Sun going down
Gonna rise up again
Gonna rise up
Gonna rise up
Gonna rise up
Gonna rise up
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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In The Place Where No One Else Is
In the place where no one else is
I sit alone-
The sun shines on my notebook
I write these lines
So peacefully
So happily-
The morning sun is stronger
Warming me restfully-
I don't have to do this morning
Anything I do not want to do-
These lines flow easily
As if writing and being in inner peace
Were one and the same gift always.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Your Light Farewell
You bid unwilling farewell so light,
Your smiles rushes this golden day;
Memory gallops in, in every sight.
You painted the clouds in whitish bright
as you faded through a silvery ray;
You bid unwilling farewell so light.
Soon winds will whisper in ivory night,
gentle rains will echo your laughter in a way
memory gallops in, in every sight.
Red must the roses be, but they turned white
on that day you choose in our hearts to stay;
You bid unwilling farewell so light.
You dwell here where the dawn takes its flight,
in the morning where sunrise burns to play
and - memory gallops in, in every sight.
The world fancied but then turns right;
The day you painted rainbows and smiled away
you bid unwilling farewell so light;
Then... (memory gallops in, in every sight)
poem by Roland Jr Jamito
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Thin Red Lines
Thin Red Lines
running down her
arm
Thin Red Lines
deepening by the
day
Thin Red Lines
make me want to
cry
Thin Red Lines
means she might
die
poem by Charlotte Riddle
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Beautiful Morning
What a beautiful morning
The best in life is free
What a beautiful morning
Believe me
What a mystery
Though the world's on fire
Yesterday's hard words is still in my head
I feel no despair
No regrets or sorrows
Cause this new day
Makes me dance on air
What a golden day
What a beautiful morning in my life
The best in life is free
I give it all away
And I wonder what more is to come
And this beautiful morning changed my mind
Believe me when I say
The shadows fading out
As the day grows bright
We are turning pages
And we write new chapters of our life
Some are strong and long
Others weak with sorrows
Keep the focus on the rising sun
What a golden day
What a beautiful morning in my life
The best in life is free
I give it all away
And I wonder what more is to come
And this beautiful morning changed my mind
Believe me when I say
Shadows fading out
Believe me - crows will always fly
Believe me - they are only birds
You have to
You have to let go and you will see things in a different light
What a beautiful morning
What a beautiful morning
Believe me
What a beautiful
What a beautiful morning...
Believe me
song performed by by Ace Of Base from Da Capo
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To Philip Bourke Marston, Inciting Me To Poetic Work
SWEET Poet, thou of whom these years that roll
Must one day yet the burdened birthright learn,
And by the darkness of thine eyes discern
How piercing was the sight within thy soul;—
Gifted apart, thou goest to the great goal,
A cloud-bound radiant spirit, strong to earn,
Light-reft, that prize for which fond myriads yearn
Vainly light-blest,—the Seër's aureole.
And doth thine ear, divinely dowered to catch
All spheral sounds in thy song blent so well,
Still hearken for my voice's slumbering spell
With wistful love? Ah! let the Muse now snatch
My wreath for thy young brows, and bend to watch
Thy veiled transfiguring sense's miracle.
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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A Canticle
Like darkness descends an old raven
A fog obscures both banks
of the girl's eyes
Ah what a prolonged sleep
A red-eyed pigeon on the cornice sits
September nineteenth a flimsy telegram
Ah what a prolonged sleep
The storm dies down
on the tired mast
The storm uncoils
its eight tentacles
And a huge dance-hall looms into sight
And a red-eyed pigeon on the cornice sits
what’s the news now
Ah what a prolonged sleep
The storm dies down
on the dream book of Jung
The storm drops dead
from anaemia
But who will make that girl understand but this
There’s little profit in searching for the one
That is by now wood-dead from fasting an Adam’s lifetime
Ah what a prolonged sleep
Ah what a prolonged sleep
(Translated from Bangla by the poet)
poem by Subrata Augustine Gomes
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Such A Lovely Place
I am a new comer
Don't know what style should I say
Where to go and roam about
Where to live, where to stay
Banners along roadside
And 'WELCOME HERE' they say
My heart comments aloud
'Such a lovely place'
I know nothing about the ways
Except I stand on this lovely place
Where no discrimination stays
No casts and no race
I behold the remembrance
Of my thoughts which I chase
Somewhere in my graveyard
Or at my birth place
Where sunlight danced
Along the coast of the brimming river
My heart starts a spark
And then catches whole fire
Which takes the dark out of me
For now and forever
My soul feels right now
Even at 104 degree fever
Here dew drops and candle light
Adorn the sight of this night
With a decent smile, a lovely flame
Adds beauty with some light
I don't fear as I am used to the dream
That if I sleep I may not see the morning light
But till I lay in this place
Things seem beautiful and bright!
poem by Ketan Hukare
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