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Who To Be Where

mastered
meterorized
star dust falling down

air throned clay hearted
dresses of ground

broken
thou art
in this smile of mine

reliving who
to be where

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Broken Hearted

By eric clapton and greg phillinganes
When the wind blows down this hard,
Many a bond is broken.
See the water lie on the ground
From where the heavens opened.
Lord, how will you get through this night
With your dreams departed?
And who alone will comfort you?
Only the broken hearted.
So youve gone beyond your means,
Every wound is open,
Your best laid plans are out of reach,
And all your fears unspoken.
Chorus
Sweet revenge is spoken then;
In the twilight it is gone.
To living lies with no escape,
Lord, I would rather be alone.
I press my fingers to the wood
To tell you of my dreaming,
To sing you songs from olden times,
To keep the love light gleaming.
cause theres a place where we can go,
Where we will not be parted.
And who alone will enter there?
Only the broken hearted.
Only the broken, broken hearted.
Only the broken, broken hearted.
Only the broken, broken hearted.
Only the broken, broken hearted.

song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Big Hearted Me

Don gibson
Big hearted me,big hearted me
Big hearted me
I had to give my love away
I give it to a girl
That broke it in two like it was clay
I should have known better
I should have never let her
But I couldnt break free
I gave her all my love so generously
Big hearted me
Big hearted me,big hearted me
I bought her everything
A mink and a ring
A home so fine
I thought she loved me so
There never was a doubt that she was mine
Until one day I opened my eyes and plain as could be
My love was all gone
She left me all alone
Big hearted me
Big hearted me
Big hearted me
Big hearted me

song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Aima

The burden of guilt,
Self abuse;
But Aima came in and told me what went wrong!
And like narrowing the boundaries in the land of your muse;
But, i am seriously watching you.

The face of a broken hearted man,
The face of a broken hearted woman,
The face of a broken hearted boy,
The face of a broken hearted girl,
The face of a broken hearted lady,
The face of a broken hearted gentleman,
And like your bedtime stories with your bed-mates;
But, i have no customer service on this issue at hand.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Where Does The Broken-Hearted Go

Where does the broken-hearted go
when its world is in despair.
Where does it run to
and in whom does it console.

Where does the broken-hearted go
when winter chills the soul.
Will it mend and find
another to love again.

Where does the broken-hearted go
when day turns into night
and the candle flickers and dies
extinguishing all the light.

Where do the broken-hearted go
please tell me someone?
My heart has been broken
and I need to know where to go.

20 July 2010

poem by David Harris
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Broken Hearted People

Broken hearted people
We have all been dealt the mortal wound
Broken hearted people
We know that it is not a lethal wound
Broken hearted people
Loved like we all do
Until there is nothing left to lose
Broken hearted people
Have all paid our dues
Broken hearted people
We keep on loving because
Broken hearted people
We know there is nothing else to do

poem by Brian Kilpatrick
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Three Eternities

Lo, thou and I, my love,
And the sad stars above,-
Thou and I, I and thou!
Ah could we lie as now
Ever and aye, my love,
Hand within hand, my love,
Heart within heart, my dove,
Through night and day
For ever!

Lo, thou and I, my love,
Up in the sky above,
Where the sun makes his home
And the gods are, my love,
One day may wander from
Star unto star, my love,-
Soul within soul, my love,
Yonder afar
For ever!

Lo, thou and I, my love,
Some time shall lie, my love,
Knowing not night from day,
Knowing not toil from rest,-
Breast unto breast, my love,
Even as now for aye:
Clay within clay, my love,
Clay within clay
For ever!

poem by William Watson
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Where Do The Broken-hearted Go

I want to know
where do the broken-hearted go
so I go there and live my life so.
We were happy and in love,
but someone else enticed her away.
I got home one day and she was gone.
She had left me for another
with no reason why.
Now I want to know
where do the broken-hearted go
and I will join them there.
Elvis once sang of the heartbreak hotel.
I wonder if it is still open,
if it is I will join the broken hearted there.
There is no way I can get her back
for I don’t know where she is,
only that she is gone
and my life is a total wreck.
The ghost of her presence
still lingers everywhere.
Now I need so desperately to know,
where do the broken-hearted go.

23 November 2008

poem by David Harris
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The Broken Pitcher

Accursed be the hour of that sad day
The careless potter put his hand to thee,
And dared to fashion out of common clay
So pure a shape as thou didst seem to me.

An idle boy, when vintage was begun,
I passed and saw thy beauty for my sin,
And poured unheedingly till it was done
The red wine of my love's first gathering in.

And thou, ah! thou didst look at me and smile
To see me give with such ungrudging hand,
As taking all to thy dear heart, the while
It only fell upon the thirsty sand.

Sad pitcher, thou wast broken at the well,
Ere yet the shepherd's lip had tasted thine.
A god had lost in thee his hydromel,
As I have wasted my poor wealth of wine.

Yet, wherefore wast thou made so fair a thing?
Or why of clay, whose fabric rightly were
Of finest gold, new--fashioned for a king,
And framed by some divine artificer?

I will not curse thee, thou poor shape of clay,
That thou art other than thou seemed to be,
Yet I will break thee, that no passer may
Unthinking break another heart on thee.

poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Let me say Goodbye

when pain says
goodbye, no one dare to climb the sky;
and the flowers that blooms
is like a rainbow, where
that beautiful heaven
shower its teardrops, a falling star that
leaves no pain in the
angelic face of
mine

scatter and pick
all the pieces of marble plate;
adore it in the middle
of your wonderful face
and tell me
that those memories are
meant not
to be broken, as the ground begins
to lost the
things that what we always say, and leaves
no falling broken petals in
the wind

blew me out, to the journey
of the past and push
my wholeness of pure love,
into your lasting heart and
I’ll go Darling ……

poem by Antonio Liao
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A Dedication to Soldiers Three

And they were stronger hands than mine
That digged the Ruby from the earth-
More cunning brains that made it worth
The large desire of a king,
And stouter hearts that through the brine
Went down the perfect Pearl to bring.

Lo, I have wrought in common clay
Rude figures of a rough-hewn race,
Since pearls strew not the market-place
In this my town of banishment,
Where with the shifting dust I play,
And eat the bread of discontent.

Yet is there life in that I make.
0 thou who knowest, turn and see-
As thou hast power over me
So have I power over these,
Because I wrought them for thy sake,
And breathed in them mine agonies.

Small mirth was in the making-now
I lift the cloth that cloaks the clay,
And, wearied, at thy feet I lay
My wares, ere I go forth to sell.
The long bazaar will praise, but thou-
Heart of my heart-have I done well?

poem by Rudyard Kipling
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A Dedication

And they were stronger hands than mine
That digged the Ruby from the earth--
More cunning brains that made it worth
The large desire of a king,
And stouter hearts that through the brine
Went down the perfect Pearl to bring.

Lo, I have wrought in common clay
Rude figures of a rough-hewn race,
Since pearls strew not the market-place
In this my town of banishment,
Where with the shifting dust I play,
And eat the bread of discontent.

Yet is there life in that I make.
0 thou who knowest, turn and see--
As thou hast power over me
So have I power over these,
Because I wrought them for thy sake,
And breathed in them mine agonies.

Small mirth was in the making--now
I lift the cloth that cloaks the clay,
And, wearied, at thy feet I lay
My wares, ere I go forth to sell.
The long bazar will praise, but thou--
Heart of my heart--have I done well?

poem by Rudyard Kipling
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A Flower's Song

Star! Star, why dost thou shine
Each night upon my brow?
Why dost thou make me dream the dreams
That I am dreaming now?

Star! Star, thy home is high --
I am of humble birth;
Thy feet walk shining o'er the sky,
Mine, only on the earth.

Star! Star, why make me dream?
My dreams are all untrue;
And why is sorrow dark for me
And heaven bright for you?

Star! Star, oh, hide thy ray,
And take it off my face;
Within my lowly home I stay,
Thou, in thy lofty place.

Star! Star, and still I dream,
Along thy light afar
I seem to soar until I seem
To be, like you, a star.

poem by Abram Joseph Ryan
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Hole Hearted

Once whole hearted,
Now, hard hearted,
Leaving a hole in my heart.
I thought we just took a break,
Not realizing it was the break,
Thinking we could fix what was broken,
Instead of shattering the pieces.
Now, four broken hearts
Instead of just two.
When I put my heart before yours and the kids,
The result was catastrophic.
Now you put your heart before mine, and the kids.
The result will be no different for you,
As it was for me.
You never deserved what I put you through.
In the end, we each get what we truly deserve.
I had heaven, and traded it for hell.
In the end,
Two promises were made,
Two promises were broken.
Two hearts broken,
Four lives shattered.
Who did what, to whom first, is irrelevant.
What was done, by whom is the sin.
Do unto others, as you would have done to you.
It doesn't say unless.
I broke your heart,
You broke mine.
Two wrongs don't make a right.
It is not our right to wrong.
Even if wronged.
Let no man break,
What God has put together.
Our marriage,
Our broken hearts,
Our life,
Our love.
You, me or them.
One day, we all meet our maker.
Did we please Him?
Or did we just please ourselves?

poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Cast Adrift

Within the heartfelt sadness,
my ship sails across a barren sea
towards no island of love for me.
Cast adrift to an empty place
where the broken-hearted go
on a sea made of tears
where no one wants to go.

My days are spent in remorse
for things said and done.
Thinking back I realise
I should have done something
before the worst begun.
Now I am cast adrift to an empty place
where the broken-hearted go.

Once I sailed among the stars
on loves golden wings,
felt the sun smile on my face,
touching heaven with my fingertips
before my world caved in.
You left me for another
and cast me adrift to an empty place
where the broken-hearted go.

17 March 2009

poem by David Harris
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The star Bethlehem born

The stardust spreading the beautiful night
The star Bethlehem being most sublime
Is being shot again and again
Broken hearted crosses we cross
Broken hearted crosses we count
Like beads of starry nights
Asleep unawake still crossing
The rivers of the first step stone
You think you could have died of shame

(The last line inspired by Franz Kafka 'Process')

©Miroslava Odalović

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Upon a wishing star…

Upon a wishing star…
I wished for you.
Upon a wishing star,
I wish happiness to you.
Upon a wishing star
I wish to never see you sad
Upon a wishing star
I wished to see your smile…
Wishing and wishing, I closed my eyes.
Opening them I saw the falling star…
Falling from the black sky to
the open arms of the beautiful earth
Just like you would come to me.
That much I know…
Because my heart says so..
That our love is meant to be
And you would come to me…

poem by Kirti Iyer
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Broken

Till U come back 2 me
There'll be nothing left 2 say, no
Broken
My heart is broken, yeah
Broken, oh baby
My heart's just broken in 2
Until U bring your sweet love, bring it on home 2 me
I'll be your broken-hearted man alone in misery
Broken, Lord
My heart is broken, Lord
Broken, yeah
My heart's just broken in 2
If U think that I'll beg 4 your sweet love, bring it on home 2 me
I'll be your broken-hearted man alone in misery
Lonely
I'm so lonely
Lonely
I don't know what do 2
Until U bring your sweet pussy, bring it on home 2 me
I'll be your broken-hearted man alone in misery
Cryin'
I'm just a-cryin'
I'm just a-cryin', baby, all night
I don't know what 2 do
Until U bring your sweet honey, bring it on home 2 me
I'll be your broken-hearted man alone in misery
Oh oh, baby
Until U, baby
Until U, baby, Lord
Until U, baby
Until U bring your sweet love, bring it on home 2 me
I'll be your broken-hearted man alone
I'll be your broken-hearted man alone
I'll be your broken-hearted man alone in misery
Cymbals!
Until U bring your sweet love, bring it on home 2 me
I'll be your broken-hearted man alone, baby
Broken-hearted man alone, baby
Broken-hearted man alone in misery

song performed by by Prince
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Childless

The Son thou sentest forth is now a Thought-
A Dream. To all but thee he is as nought
As if he had gone back into the same
Bosom that bare him. Oh, thou grey pale Dame,
With eyes so wan and wide, what! knowest thou where
Thy Dream is such a thing as doth up-bear
The earth out of its wormy place? I' the air
Dost see the very fashion of the stone
That hath his face for clay? Deep, deep, hast found
The texture of that single weight of ground
Which to each mole and mark that thou hast known
Is special burden? Nay, her face is mild
And sweet. In Heaven the evening star is fair,
And there the mother looketh for her child.

poem by Sydney Thompson Dobell
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Another On The Rise

I was taken by surprise
I was haunted by his eyes
And the drink I came her for
Doesnt matter anymore
And the night wind falls
With the moonlight from above
Is it winter is it summer or is it love
And its probably cold outside
But I dont really feel it no
Every hour that passes by
Is another heart healer
And you cant stop the rain from falling down
On the new leaves of summer on the ground
And for every bright star that falls from the sky
Theres another
Oh another on the rise
Ive been broken
Ive been blind
Been afraid to look inside
But his words were soft and warm
What did I come her for
An abandoned garden lost
In bittersweet and queen annes lace
Looked inside where a single rose grew
There I saw loves face
And its probably cold outside
But I dont really feel it
Every hour that passes by
Is another heart healer
And you cant stop the rain from falling down
On the new leaves of summer on the ground
And for every bright star that falls from the sky
Theres another
Oh another on the rise
And its probably cold outside
But I dont really feel it
Every hour that passes by
Is another heart healer
And you cant stop the rain from falling down
On the new leaves of summer on the ground
And for every bright star that falls from the sky
Theres another
Oh another on the rise
On the rise

song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Everything But Me

Ashes falling on the ground
Winds that blow a hollow sound
Once standing taller still
Now falling by your will
How many times the sun has shown
On everything but me

Rain that falls upon my heart
Washes away the endings start
I try to sing aloud but
My voice is lost within the crowd
How many times the sun has shown
On everything but me

Every little thing is free
Every little moment sings
Every little ray of sunshine
Every little broken heart of mine
How many times the sun has shown
On everything but me

Blinded by the snow today
My true friend grey skies comes to play
Lost inside my forest desire
Feeling this wild funeral pyre
How many times the sun has shown
On everything but me

Every little thing is free
Every little moment sings
Every little ray of sunshine
Every little broken heart of mine
How many times the sun has shown
On everything but me
Every little thing is free
Every little moment sings
Every little ray of sunshine
Every little broken heart of mine
How many times the sun has shown
On everything but me

poem by Barbara Vanier
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