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Grave Face

This cloth tends to be simple,
Simpler virtues predict a gathering
When the coming fairly gives in.
The fair comment abolishes the summer
Yesterday, as tomorrow witnesses colours
Confounding me, speaking distressed.

Mighty hazards read me as I quell the verdict,
Judges madden me with their murders,
Kissing the fishermen and colliding with flesh,
The doctor does not give this opinion, though.

Just outside a frown is cast
On the oboe of dread, a fair shine
Of sound so concentrated in sins,
Then this sinning weighs on us like the
Grave features of a face.

poem by Naveed Akram
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A Lover's Melody or And from the Oboe Came a Pretty Sound

And from the oboe came a pretty sound
The crescendo called love
From the bell that was his lover's heart
More beautiful than anything
Vivaldi could compose
True, she was an oboe
Alone, in an orchestra of drums, saxophones, and pianos
But she met a guitar
A beautifully carved acoustic instrument
That made a sound like no other
She'd ever heard

Together they made sweet, sweet music
The love-struck oboe wanted to stay
With the guitar, cut a deal, and
Make some records
But, alas, the guitar
Was completely unaware
Of the melody the oboe was playing

From the oboe came a pretty sound
And the guitar, he sung back
Of the returned love
The oboe was looking for,
It was a tune of lament—sad and slow
For he knew he could not give her
What she desired
So he set himself on fire
And from the guitar came a descend

When the oboe found her lover she
picked up what was left of he
and put it in a box of oak
and sailed it off to sea

the oboe knew no sad songs
but she wanted to sing him a tune
so on the beautiful sunset on June
she hummed him what she knew…

…and from the oboe came a pretty sound

poem by Alecia Carroll
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All The Fun Of The Fair

Tomorrow I'll find someone new
Tomorrow I won't have the flu
I'll wake up with the sun
Shake stardust from my hair
Watch all my colours run
Yes, all the fun of the fair.
Tomorrow I won't slash my wrists
Not while the alcohol persists
But cry to the same sad refrain.
And spend the night in a chair.
As love leaves on a distant train
Tomorrow, all the fun of the fair.
As bitterness eats me alive
She tears my heart from afar
My gamble is just to survive
My emotions all in a jar
- On the shelf of forgotten dream
While hope drowns in silver stream
That washes my touch from her hair.
Ah yes, tomorrow all the fun of the fair.

poem by Kevin East
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The Little Fat Doctor

He seemed so strange to me, every way--
In manner, and form, and size,
From the boy I knew but yesterday,--
I could hardly believe my eyes!

To hear his name called over there,
My memory thrilled with glee
And leaped to picture him young and fair
In youth, as he used to be.

But looking, only as glad eyes can,
For the boy I knew of yore,
I smiled on a portly little man
I had never seen before!--

Grave as a judge in courtliness--
Professor-like and bland--
A little fat doctor and nothing less,
With his hat in his kimboed hand.

But how we talked old times, and 'chaffed'
Each other with 'Minnie' and 'Jim'---
And how the little fat doctor laughed,
And how I laughed with him!

'And it's pleasant,' I thought, 'though I yearn to see
The face of the youth that was,
To know no boy could smile on me
As the little fat doctor does!'

poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Who Knows

Each day the dawn rises
and the sun begins to shine,
but what if one day
there was no sun no more
and the skies remain black.
The world would become cold
and life would fade away.
The human race would then know
its judgement day.
Scientists predict that day
is a long way off
and we will never see it in our lifetime.
No one can predict what tomorrow will bring,
nor can we predict when the sun will ever die.
We all hope it will be never,
but really, who knows?

25 May 2008

poem by David Harris
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Mighty Hazards

Mighty rivers blow hard on their surroundings,
The environment relays special images of discontent.
It freezes on you, your livelihood has suffered,
Possible fuel has been achieved all on you.
May the virtues so loved be actualized,
May these devilish hazards be forgotten.

A loose rope has fallen, too mending of you,
For you missed it falling and landing,
Living with the sea and its boats afterwards.
Mighty rivers go, many livers are so gained
By the benches of surgeons, and their knives.
The hazards of water render us unfortunate.

poem by Naveed Akram
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To Sin Is Worse

To sins I relax my shoulders,
My heads are two and they are single,
For I am not evil as can be,
From sins and religion that bit into flesh,
Forbidden flesh that clings to the teeth.

Teeth are stolen, and their dice are stronger than more,
For the sinning is the killing and I know more.
More is the sight and hearing of a good man,
He is man enough for me.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Sins and pleasure

Pleasure of sins lures me to sin.
Sins of pleasure follow me in.
I sow sins to harvest pleasure
And sow pleasure to harvest sins.
Virtues might promise me pleasure
But it is sins that assure of it.
Sins are the food meant for senses.
Virtues are the food made of ego.
I do sins to derive pleasure
And then repent to cleanse my soul.
Virtues I stay with; sins I flirt with.
29.03.2007

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Give Me Back Yesterday

Give me back yesterday
and forget about tomorrow
allow time to stand still
as we enjoy our last meal
oh father grant me my last will

Give me back yesterday
and forget about tomorrow
where you where here in my arm
safe and away from all harm
and life as we know it was calm

Give me back yesterday
and forget about tomorrow
because tomorrow i lose you
but i wish it wasn't true
because there's so much we didn't do

So give me back yesterday
because i don't want tomorrow
i have seen it and didn't like it
chaos was everywhere
and you weren't there
so please can i have
back yesterday
where its just us
for one last day

poem by Robert Roberts
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It Ain't Fair That It Ain't Right

Writers B. Eggers, J. Eggers
Copyright 1970
It ain't fair for you to leave me cold and cryin' in the night
It ain't fair to take your body from my arms and out of sight
It ain't fair you've gone and left me where you kissed me I still burn
Are you leaving for my loving this awful hurt and then return
It ain't fair for you to leave me alone to face the morning light
It ain't fair you took my body and then to say that it ain't right
It ain't fair you've made me your woman a no longer a good girl in your eyes
How come before you said you'd love me it ain't fair that it ain't right
It just ain't fair that it ain't right

song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Dream Tomorrow

(tim rice/john farrar)
I shall think it a dream tomorrow
I wont believe you returned
That once again I saw and touched you
And youre so unconcerned, unconcerned
You must have known that your cruel silence
Would be so hard to bear
And yet you let me wait
You let me wait and wonder
Neither here nor there, here nor there
I came back with just one intention
For one last look, one last taste of you
Revenge on those who still despise me
And take my own life too
But theres a long and twisted journey
Between this callous thought and deed
And youre a sweeter way to give me
All the things I need
Two ambitions coinciding
Will only happen now and then
Never hope or dream tomorrow
Will hope or dream tomorrow
Never hope or dream tomorrow
Will hope or dream tomorrow
How I hope its no dream tomorrow
But Im scared the light will fade
And today will be a vague recollection
Just a fools escapade, escapade
I never cared much about the future
Yesterday was always there
So when you give me hope, hope or a promise
It just isnt fair, isnt fair
And plan, any calculation
Any plot or device at all
Runs into anothers dream
Runs into a wall
No matter what premeditation
In our three score years and ten
There are only fractured moments
Wed want to live again
Two ambitions coinciding
Will only happen now and then
Never hope or dream tomorrow
Will restore your faith again
Never hope or dream tomorrow
Will hope or dream tomorrow

song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Amoretti LXXIX: Men Call you Fair

Men call you fair, and you do credit it,
For that your self ye daily such do see:
But the true fair, that is the gentle wit,
And vertuous mind, is much more prais'd of me.
For all the rest, how ever fair it be,
Shall turn to naught and lose that glorious hue:
But only that is permanent and free
From frail corruption, that doth flesh ensue.
That is true beauty: that doth argue you
To be divine, and born of heavenly seed:
Deriv'd from that fair Spirit, from whom all true
And perfect beauty did at first proceed.
He only fair, and what he fair hath made,
All other fair, like flowers untimely fade.

poem by Edmund Spenser
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After our Likeness.

Before me now a little picture lies—
A little shadow of a childish face,
Childishly sweet, yet with the dawning grace
Of thought and wisdom on her lips and eyes.

Fair, oval, broad-brow'd face—small, delicate head—
Transparent skin, with blue veins shining through—
All the soft outlines, beautiful and true,
Bring me the echo of the words “God said.”

Made “in our image”—sure 'tis that we see,
God's likeness, in the fair face of a child,
By the world's sin and passion undefiled—
Ay, as I look, it seems quite plain to me.

The light wherein the little features shine,
Strange, mystic light, so undefined and faint,
So far too pure for any words to paint—
'Tis a reflection of the Face divine.

Some day the earthly shadows will be cast
Across that sunshine—it may be to dim
A while the visible countenance of Him;
But 'twill be there—the likeness—to the last.

Some day the lucid waters, in which lie
Pictured those glorious lineaments, will be
Stirred up and troubled like a stormy sea;—
But they will yet re-settle—by-and-by.

They will re-settle when the soul is still'd,
Its passions, its wild longings, and its pain;
The pure reflection will shine out again
When earth's hopes are relinquish'd, unfulfill'd.

They will re-settle in those after-years
When life's hard lessons have been conned and learn'd;
Then this child's beauty will have all return'd,
More lovely for the trouble and the tears.
They will re-settle in the calm of death,
When the sweet eyes are laid asleep, and when
The heart is hush'd. Truly God's likeness then—
The mirror clear, unsullied by a breath.

Ah! while I look, and trace each tender line,
I think most of the day when I shall see
The dear face in that perfect purity,
Its mortal features clothed with the divine.

This self-same face, but with the image bright,
Nevermore undefined, and faint, and dim;
This self-same face, yet like the face of Him,
In glory and in beauty infinite.

poem by Ada Cambridge
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Today - the Yesterday of Tomorrow

today is the yesterday
of tomorrow
today is also the tomorrow
of yesterday

yesterday was the today
of the then tomorrow

tomorrow which is the now today
is the tomorrow of yesterday

what is yesterday's yesterday?
what is the today of today?

what will be the tomorrow of tomorrow?

yesterday made today
today is creating tomorrow
the now today will be the
yesterday of the incoming tomorrow
and that tomorrow will become today

but tomorrow is yet unknown

for there is no today without yesterday
and no yesterday without today

but tomorrow will be unknown

from wired thoughts
marchanism.com

poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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Global Freedom Trending Point

make the comment
mark the thought
make it like you like it

marking thoughts
marking presence
marking opinion mind

to read or not to read
is not the point
point is to comment

point is opinion expressed
point is freedom of speech
point is feel free to express

importance is making the point
social spectrum compass point
global freedom trending point

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Tomorrow Tomorrow

Everybody knows which way you go straight to over no one
Wants to see you inside of me straight to over I heard the
Hammer at the lock say youre deaf and dumb and done give
Yourself another talk this time make it sound like someone the
Noise is coming out, and if its not out now, then tomorrow
Tomorrow they took your life apart and called you failures art
They were wrong though they wont know til tomorrow I got
Static in my head the reflected sound of everything tried to go
To where it led but it didnt lead to anything the noise is
Coming out, and if its not out now, I know its just about to
Drown tomorrow out

song performed by by Elliott Smith
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Country Fair

We stood and watched the river flow
We were too young to really know
In the country fair
Oh, in the country fair
We laid out in the long green grass
And never thought that it would pass
In the country fair
In the country fair
On an old, on an old open day
On an old rainshine open day
In the country fair
In the cool night air
In sweet summer time
We counted pebbles in the sand
Sand like time slippin through our hand
In the country fair
In the country fair
On an old, on an old open day
On an old raintrack open day
In the country fair
In the cool night air
In sweet summer time
Hmmm mmmm
On an old open day
On an old
Pinecone open day

song performed by by Van Morrison
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So Fair is She

So fair is she!
So fair her face
So fair her pulsing figure

Not so fair
The maniacal stare
Of a husband who's much bigger.

poem by Spike Milligan
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A Song

The Shape alone let others prize,
The Features of the Fair;
I look for Spirit in her Eyes,
And Meaning in her Air.
A Damask Cheek, an Iv'ry Arm,
Shall ne'er my Wishes win,
Give me an animated Form,
That speaks a Mind within.
A Face where awful Honour shines,
Where Sense and Sweetness move,
And Angel Innocence refines,
The Tenderness of Love.

These are the Soul of Beauty's frame,
Without whose vital Aid,
Unfinish'd all her Features seem,
And all her Roses dead.
But ah! where both their Charms unite,
How perfect is the View,
With ev'ry Image of Delight,
With Graces ever new.
Of Pow'r to charm the greatest Woe,
The wildest Rage controul,
Diffusing Mildness o'er the Brow,
And Rapture thro' the Soul.
Their Pow'r but faintly to express,
All Language must despair,
But go behold
Arpasia's
Face,
And read it perfect there.

poem by Mark Akenside
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Good Times Coming / Feel The Sun

I was thinking about that summer so long ago
Pack up your bags and yell geronimo.
That was a golden summer, laught a lot.
Laughing at the good times coming,
Laughing at the good times coming in.
Good times coming, laughing at the good times coming in.
There was something about the weather, what can I say?
Nothing like any other holiday.
That was a silly season, was it the best?
We didnt need the reason, just a rest.
Happy at the good times coming,
Happy at the good times coming in.
Good times coming, happy at the good times coming in.
Im loving you, Im loving you, Im loving you now.
Im loving you, Im loving you, Im loving you now.
There was a golden summer before the war
They laughed a lot that summer, lah de dah
Laughing at the good times coming,
Laughing at the good times coming in.
Good times coming, laughing at the good times coming in.
Good times coming... good, good. good times coming in... good, good.
Feel the sun shine in, shine in, shine in. feel the sun
Shining in on you.
Feel the sun shine in, shine in, shine in. feel the sun
Shining in on you.
All the beauty, all the pain. will it ever be the same again?
If you love me, show me now. its the only way that we know how.
Feel the sun shine in, shine in, shine in. feel the sun
Shining in on you.
Feel the sun shine in, shine in, shine in. feel the sun
Shining in on you.

song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Summer

The sun’s finger,
drifts through my window everyday.
It warms the room
and the person sitting there.

He stands by the window
looking out at the world
with joyous voices
hailing summer fair.

All the flowers
in the garden
sparkle the day
with colour there.

There are no tears
of sorrow,
only laughter and joy
knowing summer is here.

The world seems alive
with song and colours
coming from here and there
now that summer is here.

The throes that winter brought
have vanished with the sun.
Little birds greet each morning
with the waking of the sun.

poem by David Harris
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