Amid The Winds Of December
(On The Departure of December,2008)
December departs from us,
But is unwilling to depart,
The winds blow,
They shed; they blow the yellow leaves,
And they waft with the gusts
As if weightless, straightness,
And sightless too.
The blows drive them to and fro,
Now they move ahead, then they stop,
As if they stop to relax or look behind
With wonder and coyness,
To Nature undressing like a nude,
Uncovering, exposing a bitter reality:
Pleasing to the lascivious hearts,
But pungent to the ascetics.
They are reluctant,
Hesitant in stepping ahead
As if they are imagining
That the known world is sweeter
Than that of the unknown,
Whether wrapped in the shroud of doubts,
Or in the silky sheets of faith.
They whisper in rustling sounds,
To one another,
As if they discern the secrets of
Mortality and immortality,
Finity and infinity,
Certainty and uncertainty;
But amid the winds of December,
Man stands all alone with murky thoughts,
On the bare rock of the world,
Indifferent, unconcerned to the change,
With ever increasing craze
And fear of future,
Heaping around Himself
The piles of wealth, the mounds of weapons.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Azra
(A heartiest tribute of Sarwar Sultan to his deceased wife who a year after also passed away; the poem has been translated by Muhammad Shanazar)
It was December, she and I,
December has come again,
Who knows how many December
Will come and depart,
She can not come back
And I can not die yet.
It was December when I took her
On the fog-wrapped rocks,
It was December when I took her
On the bank of a blue lake,
It was December when I took her
On the high mountains
Amid the tall palm trees,
And it was December when I took her
On the bank of a rushing river.
Whatever the season is,
She always accompanies me,
I know not where to fragrance
Of her soared,
All of sudden on one day,
She went to where she had hailed from,
She can not come back,
And I can not die yet,
Now December becomes a wound
And spring imparts to it a tormenting pain.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Winds Of Change
Written by kit hain.
Tonight theres thunder in the sky
Just like the night you said good-bye
And whats left of a heartache
Runs like rain from my eyes
The winds of change
Gonna blow it all away
Aint it strange
How you wont matter
The winds of change
Gonna blow it all away
I stood like a rock against the storm
And you never knew, did you, how I was torn
And if your memory finally leaves me too
Well I wont sit and mourn
The winds of change
Gonna blow it all away
Aint it strange
How you wont matter
The winds of change
Gonna blow it all away
I shoulda known better than to love you
I shoulda known that you were the hurting kind
Now Im so tired of thinking of you
I just wanna forget that you were ever mine
Tonight theres shadows on my face
Every one tells a story of your disgrace
But soon the dawn will come
And Ill be gone without a trace
The winds of change
Gonna blow it all away
Aint it strange
How you wont matter
The winds of change
Gonna blow it all away
Aint it strange
How you wont matter...
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Snow
Late December: my father and I
are going to New York, to the circus.
He holds me
on his shoulders in the bitter wind:
scraps of white paper
blow over the railroad ties.
My father liked
to stand like this, to hold me
so he couldn't see me.
I remember
staring straight ahead
into the world my father saw;
I was learning
to absorb its emptiness,
the heavy snow
not falling, whirling around us.
poem by Louise Gluck
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December
Once upon a dream
Moonlit wings come into view
Winter casts her spell
And all the world is born anew
A child sees a star through a window
He knows with all his heart
That wonder is coming
Waiting
Hoping
Believing
Only in december
Are hearts so full
Or feel more alone
Could it be the same
For everyone
Only in december
Can the broken heart
Feel so alive
And the autumn ashes
Become the fires of december
Can I be inside
And out of the cold
Still I know
December always leads me home
I still believe in magic
Always leads me home
And I still believe in miracles, mmm yes
Still believe in christmas
I still believe in love
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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The Longest Night
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
- only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, -
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
(wilfred owen, 1918)
Now the day has run
When the cover comes
But any fool can see
Ahead
Silence is my friend
But it has to end
Any fool can see
Ahead
Its the longest night
Its the longest night
Cold winds may blow
On the longest night
So we write our letters
To those far away
Any fool can see
Ahead
The distant sound of thunder
A choir of wailing shells
Any fool can see
Ahead
Its the longest night
Its the longest night
Cold winds may blow
On the longest night
I dont want to fight
I dont know whos right
Cold winds they blow
On this longest night
Its the longest night
Its the longest night
Cold winds may blow
On this longest night
Music & lyrics by: geoff downes, john payne & ben woolfenden
song performed by by Asia
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An Ode To The Detached Leaves
Ah! The blows of autumnal wind,
Cold and callous, have encroached at last,
They have made the leaves their victims.
Look! they fall like drops of rain,
Bearing no strength of their own.
They move with the gushes of wind,
Without their own consent,
They oscillate on the wings of some invisible agents,
Who possess the secret powers,
To dispose what one proposes.
I recall once they were attached hard,
To the branches and boughs of the shadowy trees;
And sap ran into their veins,
As blood runs into the human network;
And they fluttered resisting each coldhearted gust.
They were resolute to go through each ebb and flow,
Establishing firm relations to the nourishing limbs.
And Mother Nature came stealthily to give them wash,
At the moonlit nights with the drops of dew.
While they fluttered, they produced symphony,
Unknown even to the ancient master musicians;
And they whispered in mysterious sounds,
Only understood by the cuckoos or nightingales:
The singers and agents of the feral world.
Now they rustle with each move of the autumnal gusts,
Or crackle under the feet like too crispy dried petals;
And some float on the stagnant water with green surface.
Ah! 21st century is the dawn of autumnal winds,
The blows and fatal gusts have diverted the civilizations,
And they now move on the tracks of conflicts,
Human beings fall like leaves, waft along the blows,
Detaching themselves from the nourishing boughs
And shadowy branches of faith, love and tolerance.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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I live in a world where the sun cannot be perceived from December to the following December:
Would you be kind enough to move him to my sky? Even a little would suit me.
I took refuge somewhere in an abandoned dream on no man's land, where birds are shadows and need the sun.
quote by Camelia Oprița (December 2007)
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Stop Lookin Back
Stuck in the county jail,
Nobody here gonna pay my bail.
Thirty days with a smelly drunk,
A turn-key callin me a dirty punk.
I got to pick myself up, and stop lookin back.
And Ive got to move straight ahead, stop lookin back.
Chorus
Shoot for the stars when my eyes cant see the starlight.
Reach for the sun in the night.
Stop lookin back at the times I was defeated,
I pick myself up, I move straight ahead, I stop lookin back.
Stranded! nothing worse.
Im livin on coffee, I got an empty purse.
Im dreamin bout blue eyes lookin my way,
Hopin my dreams dont blow away.
I got to pick myself up, and stop lookin back.
And Ive got to move straight ahead, stop lookin back.
Chorus
song performed by by Grand Funk Railroad
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Don't Ever Come, O December
Look December
Don't ever come now!
Look, December
Deserts unnumbered have expanded in me.
All my rivers
Are silted with the sands of loneliness.
Now only I
And the weight of my loneliness
Remain together.
Look, December
In your frozen nights
In your sleepless nights
Who will knit dreamlike sweaters?
Who will pick snowflakes falling in the soul?
Look, December
Don't ever come now!
And even if you do come
Don't go to the abodes of the sun
Wearing the snows of your woes.
Don't ever go to my loved ones!
Look, December
Don't ever come now!
(Translated from the original Urdu into English by Dr. Satyapal Anand)
poem by Naseer Ahmed Nasir
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Accepting The Possibities
I won't stop.
A heart as solid as a rock.
Heading to the top of the bluff.
Just one glimpse of you.
Just whisper of name is enough to drive me insane.
Any man would feel the same.
Only if they knew you the way I do.
I won't stop.
A heart as solid as a rock.
Heading to the top of the bluff.
I got my bruises and scars.
I've been through the marshes of pain.
A swampy mess that at times seems as if though it doesn't want to let go.
But I know, I know.
I have a picture of my snow white hidden in my very own special place in a very special birthday frame.
It was one of kind it was giving to me as anniversary present.
The moments I can never forget.
I'm chasing a ghost.
The daily drive through Selinsgrove.
That could be you become my thoughts of the icy cold.
Fearing the worse.
A mind that goes to the perverse.
A sickening feeling in the stomach.
What really happen?
Where are you?
Why did you disappear?
Was it something I did?
A aching that will never leave me.
You were and always will be my first.
I won't stop.
A heart as solid as a rock.
Heading to the top of the bluff.
Just one glimpse of you.
Just whisper of your name is enough to drive me insane.
Any man would feel the same.
Only if they knew you the way I do.
I won't stop.
A heart as solid as a rock.
Heading to the top of the bluff.
I got my bruises and scars.
I've been through the marshes of pain.
A swampy mess that at times seems as if though it doesn't want to let go.
But I know, I know.
Secrets go to the sky sometimes before you die.
Thoughts of the afterlife.
Is their angel looking down me?
Protecting thou brave knight.
Even as the wicked plunders with a knife.
No justice has ever reached my eyes.
Not in a crime I can't prove has been committed.
Sometimes they are no goodbyes.
A missing conclusion to a story that hounds me every night.
Oh how do I get this right?
Light the fire.
Perform the ritual.
Speak to the dead.
Reaching beyond the limits of this reality.
An emptiness that has become a fatality.
I won't stop.
A heart as solid as a rock.
Heading to the top of the bluff.
Just one glimpse of you.
Just whisper of your name is enough to drive me insane.
Any man would feel the same.
Only if they knew you the way I do.
I won't stop.
A heart as solid as a rock.
Heading to the top of the bluff.
I got my bruises and scars.
I've been through the marshes of pain.
A swampy mess that at times seems as if though it doesn't want to let go.
But I know, I know.
I won't stop.
A heart as solid as a rock.
Heading to the top of the bluff.
Just one glimpse of you.
Just whisper of your name is enough to drive me insane.
Any man would feel the same.
Only if they knew you the way I do.
I won't stop.
A heart as solid as a rock.
Heading to the top of the bluff.
I won't stop.
I won't stop.
I won't stop.
Because these thoughts will never be enough.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Nothing Can Move Me
There's talk about some people
That maybe you know
The heroes and the villains
And the places that they know
The highest and the finest
The lowest of the low
Just stop and get it through you
There's somewhere you can go
Tell you what I do when I'm lonely
I'll tell you what I do when I'm blue
Tell you what I do when I'm lonely
I close my eyes and think about you
['Cause] nothing can move me like my rock n roll
Nothing can blow me away
Nothing can move me like my rock n roll do
Nothing can move
Nothing can move
Nothing can move me away
You wake up in the morning
The wrong side of the bed
The spirit that was in you
is hammering your head
You crawl up to your hi fi
Select a side or two
Sharpen up your needle
and feel it coming through
['Cause] nothing can move me like my rock n roll
Nothing can blow me away
Nothing can move me like my rock n roll do
Nothing can move
Nothing can move
Nothing can move me away
['Cause] nothing can move me like my rock n roll
Nothing can blow me away
Nothing can move me like my rock n roll do
Nothing can move
Nothing can move
Nothing can move me away
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Soon Our Friends Perish
SOON our friends perish,
Soon all we cherish
Fades as days darken - goes as flowers go.
Soon in December
Over an ember,
Lonely we hearken, as loud winds blow.
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Sane seems insane
Societal challenge: momentum gathers pace.
Another thirty years? our span of grace
Now seems in meltdown clinging to a space
Extremely tenuous, fragile as race
Speeds to untimely end for human race.
Early or late trend tends towards disgrace,
Early or late Fate leaves behind no trace -
May in December ends in any case.
Sane and in[s]ane identically chase
Ideals predestined to black hole bleak. Brace
Now before bleak winds of change unlace
Storms Richter scarce suspected and uncase
Apocalypse which ‘progress’ will replace.
Necks thrust through Time's noose, loose ends, harsh Past
End of Days Present, Future b[l]ind - die cast.
1 December 1991 revised 31 October 2008
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Winds of rebirth
The invirogating winds
Of sweet rebirth are blowing
Our noble sons and daughters are
Drinking from the great well
Of united opposition of fighting
Over trivial things
The early morning breeze comes
To comfort your children great
Mother Africa
The beautiful sea wind opens
Her loving heart to you mother
The North wind of peace asks
You to be merciful Mother Africa
And teach us to love one another
So.Blow.You winds.Blow in
The winds of rebirth and love
And fraternity and universal justice
To the children of the world
We don't want to wallow in poverty
And grim squalor and exploitation
Blow.Ye kind hearted winds.Blow
to the world that denies multi-racism
Blow ye winds of loving freedom blow
Blow my brothers in peace
The world is united the world knows
Only one race dear windward brothers
Blow ye winds who love humanity
Blow to shatter away the idols of
False hypocrite racism for you know wind
There is only one race and that
Is the human race my windy brothers
And anything else is a fake fabrication
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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Fight Against The Tide
When the doubts you have begin to show
When the winds of change begin to blow your dream away
As the winter cold can touch the bone
And like a crowd, voices in your mind
But as the thunder dies, youre standing on your own
Even in your darkest night
When the shadows hide the guiding light that leads the way alone
And heaven seems to turn its head
Sometimes, to break away the ties
You have to find the strength to carry on
Fight against the tide
To cut the hardest stone
Fight against the tide
The blood begins to flow
Hold on, through the storm could take your life
Be strong and you will survive
You wont give in
Even though the walls around you fall
No dont give in
Still the flames alive
till the end of time
And so you fight against the tide
When the doubts you have begin to show
When the winds of change begin to blow your dream away
When the fire has left your soul
Look straight ahead
In the face of fear
Take on the world and all it has to give
Fight against the tide
To cut the hardest stone
Fight against the tide
The blood begins to flow
Hold on, through the storm could take your life
Be strong and you will survive
song performed by by Asia
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December
Where is the december of mine, with an amazing atmosphere and slender of joy....
To over crowed business places
With smile on everyone faces! ! !
December where are you! ! !
With the coldness due to winter,
Down to the tropic in the caribbean..
With crazy christmas trees and declaration and fiery lights.....
December you to far.
With finger licking turkey and hams to
Exchange of gifts,
Amazing families reunions.........
Cookies and milk awaits santa.
Because I was not naughty for the year.
Everyone is looking farward for that spcial month...
December............
I can feel the warmth of joy and love in the air....
Its a season everyone love.
December where are you..........
poem by Donavan Avril
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If We Make It Through December
If we make it through December
Everything's gonna be all right I know
It's the coldest time of winter
And I shiver when I see the falling snow
If we make it through December
Got plans to be in a warmer town
Come summer time
Maybe even California
If we make it through December
We'll be fine
Got laid off down at the factory
And their timing's not the greatest
In the world
Heaven knows I've been working hard
Wanted Christmas to be right
For daddy's girl
I don't mean to hate December
It's meant to be the happy time of year
And my little girl don't understand
Why daddy can't afford no Christmas here
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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When The Indians Cry
Verse 1:
Babe tell me where
Will you sleep tonight
For there's such a pain in my heart
And I've got a flame
That's dying inside
And I feel that we'll soon have to part
Chorus:
When the indians cry
And the eagles die
Cos the winds of change blow again
Then I'll know that you
Turned the world into blue
And my tears will fall like the rain
Verse 2:
Love can be so cruel
When the light of hope is gone
I know cos I felt it before
In the desert of fear
I can hear this old song
Of a love that won't live anymore
Chorus:
When the indians cry
And the eagles die
Cos the winds of change blow again
Then I'll know that you
Turned the world into blue
And my tears will fall like the rain
Instrumental Solo
Chorus:
When the indians cry
And the eagles die
Cos the winds of change blow again
Then I'll know that you
Turned the world into blue
And my tears will fall like the rain
Then I'll know that you
Turned the world into blue
Then I'll know that you
Turned the world into blue
And my tears will fall like the rain
song performed by by Vanilla Ninja
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I Only Have Memories Of Christmas
I only have memories of Christmas of the Christmases I used to know
When Clara by the Town of Millstreet wore his hat of December snow
And the bare fields and bare woods were echoing to the harsh caws of the silver back crow
And down from the Boggeragh Ranges the cold winds of December blow
But we enjoyed our Christmas dinner the turkey and stuffing was tender to eat
To be followed by cake and plum pudding we enjoyed our Christmas Day treat
On Christmas Day Mum was quite busy with so many mouths for to feed
With dad she is sleeping forever the flowers on their grave gone to seed
On Christmas Day Night around the warm fireplace that from us did keep out the cold
Of the days when the Tans were in Ireland the old men some great stories told
Of their brave fight to get the Brits out of Ireland a freedom paid for in bloodshed
It was with respect and reverence that they spoke of Ireland's young war dead
My Christmas nowadays is quite different than the Christmas that I used to know
But the past it is in the past forever and that was a long time ago.
poem by Francis Duggan
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One road ahead
I know you are naughty
You know I am not a beauty
We know we don't have any quality
Still we are fond of each other
Our hearts always beat together
We have no other choices but to go
There is only one road ahead I know
Waters flow winds blow but we fall
Like a pair of dove we are in love people call.
Whatever in the winds of disparage
We are in the track of marriage
poem by Abdul Wahab
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