In the Wind
Up in the wind of a country too bland
I speak an Earth, too wondrous a land.
I am in the sky so forward, so backward
With the winds of the countrymen angered.
I fly for the nights we dodge, the very scales
Of award that rendered us the ability of tales.
I abjure your sentences too filthy
And so fond of gods that are healthy.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Chalk White
Pieces of you, spread all over, torn in two
Forward/Backward
Save yourself, from nothing, from no one
Forward/Backward
You better get yourself out of it
You better get yourself ouy of it
You think you're right but it ain't right
You think it's right but it ain't right.
Cease the slide, use the talent god gave you
Forward/backward
You better get yourself out of it
You better get yourself out of it
You think you're right, but it ain't right.
You think it's right, but it ain't right.
Forward/Backward
Forward/Backward
song performed by by 36 Crazyfists
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1 After 0
Captured,
Considered,
Onward,
The sudden swap!
But,1 after 0;
For, you masterminded the switch.
Forward, award, backward, ward, onward, afterward;
And to be held liable,
For, the comment on the matter was like your muse!
But,1 after 0.
Evaluation,
The award letter;
But, it was with her muse! !
Rich-inhered culture,
And,1 after 0;
Because, your love was captured in the land of your birth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Whose Country Is This?
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of snakes;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of many waters;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of thieves! !
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of people;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of oil;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of earthquakes!
Whose country is this?
it is a land full of lovers;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of volcanoes!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of beautiful flowers;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of hansome men;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of beautiful women;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of roses;
Whose country is this?
it is a land ruled only by men;
Whose country is this?
It is a land without rainfall;
Whose country is this?
It is a land ruled by a woman;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of corruption!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pirates! !
Whose country is this?
It is a land ruled by law;
Whose country is this?
It is a land controlled by rebels!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of ice;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pregnant women;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of the sins of Sodom and Gomorrah!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of singers;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of troubles;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of war! !
Whose country is this?
It is a land with the biggest cemetery in the wolrd!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of desert;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of trees;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pregnant teenagers!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of timber;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of hatred;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of love;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of care;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of peace;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of smokers!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of businesses;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of harlots;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of wise people;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of idiots!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of gold;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of cocoa;
Whose country is this?
It is a alnd full of crabs;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of evil;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of rainfalls;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of ants;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of horses;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pigs;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of statues;
Whose country is this?
it is a land full of birds;
And so on, and so forth!
Because nature had made them so as we see them around us,
But the wise and fool live together on this earth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Look Forward
Forget the things which are behind and look forward,
And try to reach out for the things ahead;
Men, brothers, fathers!
Woman, sisters, mothers! !
Forward ever with your dreams,
And like the muse of love in the land of peace.
The heavens will be dressed in fire and,
The elements will melt away in fervent heat! !
And like earth, wind and fire;
For your love is seen under every spreading tree.
Earth, wind and water!
Your love is seen on every hill;
But from the watchtower i will rest my mind,
Because you don't live by living alone! !
He is your life and he is your love,
She is your life and she is your love,
But at the end time the last will surely be the first;
And like the laws in the land of your muse,
But forward ever with your dreams! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Four Winds
Four winds blow across the land
Journey east in the caravan of change
Everything is connecting beyond man
Sensuality cleanses only the estranged
Wells are deep in the earth of soul
The purest sweet joy begins too flow
Principalities war in all the high places
We are fought in all the dark regions
Gird your sword every Christian soldier
The enemy brings his fallen legions
The battle is ours if we stand our ground
Hold on until the great trumpet sounds
Trust not in unsure riches and gold
The earth reels like a sick drunken man
Hold on to your most precious faith
Confusion like a plague sets on the land
Fill your vessels at the crimson streams
Jerusalem shall fill with His divine peace
Hear the gentle voice calling in the wind
Eternity is truly the real resting place
We leave Egypt for the Promised Land
We are led by the sweet voice of grace
These are the days of the Prophet Joel
Gods Spirit calls the young and the old
The four winds are gathering Gods people
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Love Lives Beyond the Tomb
Love lives beyond
The tomb, the earth, which fades like dew-
I love the fond,
The faithful, and the true.
Love lies in sleep,
The happiness of healthy dreams,
Eve's dews may weep,
But love delightful seems.
'Tis seen in flowers,
And in the even's pearly dew
On earth's green hours,
And in the heaven's eternal blue.
'Tis heard in spring
When light and sunbeams, warm and kind,
On angels wing
Bring love and music to the wind.
And where is voice
So young, so beautiful, so sweet
As nature's choice,
Where spring and lovers meet?
Love lies beyond
The tomb, the earth, the flowers, and dew.
I love the fond,
The faithful, young, and true.
poem by John Clare
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Gods Are Light
Gods are light, then deify them until the day
We die, in a feud with them since death like I say.
Gaunt man of lower pain is again in advantage
From a disease to complain with foreknowledge;
He must be treated with too much pleasure
Like a man who is deified, due to a measure.
Must godly men called doctors understand?
Yes, their roots are built from a land,
The land of apes and men, the land of the country
Which lent a hand to the man or woman who was a genie.
Gods are of light, gods are brains and body
To enlighten the minds of men who are doctors or somebody.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Earth In Figurative Atmosphere
The earth is a poem
dust of word from soil
comma of rustling river
moving like sentences
over hills below grains
the earth is a poem
the endless way of invisible wind
like writer's ink
encircling spiral earth
narrates methaporical senses
the earth is a poem
beholding singular strength
a verb from greeney scene
all birds fly across simile lane
above appositive mountains
the earth is a poem
the haiku tune of nature's keen
like rhyming notes on ear
drill sentences of joy and pain
read by conscious dwellers
the earth is a poem
and a poem is an earth
where earthly books sojourn
sheltered with apostrophe of love
and hyphen of greatness by God
the Ultimate Author from above
poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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I hope to stand firm enough to not go backward, and yet not go forward fast enough to wreck the country's cause.
quote by Abraham Lincoln
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Killing Fountains
I see rockets in the desert sky
I see flesh and blood and I dont know why
Ive seen fathers and Ive seen them die
Ive seen mothers and their daughters cry
Surprised soldiers with holes in their heads
Smiling presidents sweating in their beds
Dreaming of the land where the black gold flows
Where the sun always shines
And the desert wind blows
Its always one step forward and two steps back
They stumble and fall and break their necks
In the land of the killing fountains
Once it was gods land in the middle-ages
Now blue helmets try to stop the rage
While rocket launchers burn the sand
Thats what you call the promised land
Its always one step forward and two steps back
They stumble and fall and break their necks
In the land of the killing fountains
You can kill bodies but you cant kill religion
This is the truth and peace is the fiction
In the land of the killing fountains
And millions die with a silent smile
Seven days a week and the years pass by
In the land of the killing fountains
Where the black gold flows
Where the desert wind blows
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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In the span of my own lifetime I observed such wondrous progress in plant evolution that I look forward optimistically to a healthy, happy world as soon as its children are taught the principles of simple and rational living.
quote by Luther Burbank
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Summer Wind
The summer wind, came blowin' in
From across the sea
It lingered there, to touch you hair
And walk with me
All summer long, we sang a song
And strolled the golden sand
Two sweethearts, and the summer wind
Like painted kites, the days and nights went flyin' by
The world was new, beneath a blue umbrella sky
Then softer than, a piper man one day it called to you
And I lost you, to the summer wind
The autumn wind, and the winter winds have come and gone
And still the days, the lonely days go on and on
And guess who sighs his lullabies through nights that never end
Well my fickle friend, the summer wind
That old summer wind
Talkin' 'bout the summer wind
The summer wind
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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The Story Of Mermaids
Night plays winds winding, shimmying
Like thoughts
Thinking too much. This roar, rush,
Trees bent
Crying down.
Mermaids' twilight- misted warning:
Water Passage! Seaweed grasps
Senuous scales
To sea, winding, shimmering
Under Nights
Warning glow: enough fantasy...
Images seductive.
Once, you were chosen for Land.
No more.
Go.
poem by Elysabeth Faslund
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The wind calls no one by their name
The wind calls no one by their name-
But howls and howls, before it wane.
Awakens at the dark of moon,
Circling mountains in the gloom,
Whistling high it's sovereign song-
That no one's on earth for long.
The wind has syllables unknown,
And for millenia has blown
Its keening cry, out on the plains,
Its fearsome dirge, that sounds like pain-
If you would learn the ways of wind,
All your days on earth would end.
The wind's capricious and alone,
And of true loneliness, it moans;
It knows no warmth of company,
But bland caresses of the trees.
The wind could take you far away-
To where no words could ever say.
poem by Patti Masterman
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Backward
A three-day-long rain from the east--
an terminable talking, talking
of no consequence--patter, patter, patter.
Hand in hand little winds
blow the thin streams aslant.
Warm. Distance cut off. Seclusion.
A few passers-by, drawn in upon themselves,
hurry from one place to another.
Winds of the white poppy! there is no escape!--
An interminable talking, talking,
talking . . .it has happened before.
Backward, backward, backward.
poem by William Carlos Williams
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The Dark Day
A three-day-long rain from the east--
an terminable talking, talking
of no consequence--patter, patter, patter.
Hand in hand little winds
blow the thin streams aslant.
Warm. Distance cut off. Seclusion.
A few passers-by, drawn in upon themselves,
hurry from one place to another.
Winds of the white poppy! there is no escape!--
An interminable talking, talking,
talking . . .it has happened before.
Backward, backward, backward.
poem by William Carlos Williams
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Cheyenne Anthem
From the mountains to the sun, Life has only just begun.
We wed this land and pledge our souls to meet its end,
Life has only just begun
Here my people roam the earth, in the kingdom of our birth,
Where the dust of all our horses hides the sun
We are mighty on the earth, on the earth
You have come to move me, take me from my ancient home,
Land of my fathers I can't leave you now
We will share it with you, no man owns this earth we're on
Now the wheels are rolling hear the howling winds of war
It's my destiny to fight and die
Is there no solution, can we find no other way, Lord let me stay
Under the endless sky and the earth below
Here I was born to live and I will never go, oh no
But we cannot endure like the earth and the mountains
Life is not ours to keep, for a new sun is rising
Soon these days shall pass away, for our freedom we must pay
All our words and deeds are carried on the wind,
In the ground our bodies lay, here we lay
song performed by by Kansas
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I, The Soldier
I killed a man today, did not know his name
I did not know his history, I am the one to blame
I searched his pocket for grenades and guns
Found a photo of his three little children having fun
His body is lying there still and cold, no breath of air
I look in his eyes, I am not allowed to ask if it's fair
But I have to be strong because I am a soldier at front
And I fight for my countrymen and I am a part of this man hunt
I am glad I am alive and I am longing to meet my wife
My child who must be waiting for me, they are my life
I wish I could hug them, cuddle them for eternity
Till I could feel the distance no more sneaking inside of me
But I have to be strong because I am a soldier at front
And I fight for my countrymen and I am a part of this man hunt
I have not seen my home for months and it is eating me inside
I have forgotten the taste of food and the looks of a butter knife
I am loaded with weapons and ammunitions push my shoulders down
But I have to walk, for my country, for my state, for my town
We don't sleep sound at night with the fears of confrontation
Now my rifle is my body part and bullets are my bourbon
But I have to be strong because I am a soldier at front
And I fight for my countrymen and I am a part of this man hunt
I don't want to kill anybody, it haunts me
At night I can feel their spirit, hallucinations I see
I look in the mirror and see only blood and corpses around
The cries of widows and orphans is the only sound
The nights are scary with in my sleep deprived eyes
The days are frightening trying to save what's left of my life
But I have to be strong because I am a soldier at front
And I fight for my countrymen and I am a part of this man hunt
I do this for my country but when I will be back
No one thanks me, there is no one to pat my back
They don't realize the nights I have lost so they could sleep
The wounds I have endured so that they could have treats
They don't see the picture, they are just happy for a movie
When hundred lost lives so that they can be free
I begin to wonder, if it is really overrated to be a soldier
The picture must be worth a thousand words and much bigger
I wonder who am I, what am I doing away from home, my home
But I fight, because I am a soldier, a protector of the prone
I am the righteous protecting what is right and worthy of dying for
I live for my family, I die for my country, my men, my corps.
poem by Kumar Parashar
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Where Lies the Land to Which Yon Ship Must Go?
Where lies the land to which the ship would go?
Far, far ahead, is all her seamen know.
And where the land she travels from? Away,
Far, far behind, is all that they can say.
On sunny noons upon the deck's smooth face,
Link'd arm in arm, how pleasant here to pace;
Or, o'er the stern reclining, watch below
The foaming wake far widening as we go.
On stormy nights when wild north-westers rave,
How proud a thing to fight with wind and wave!
The dripping sailor on the reeling mast
Exults to bear, and scorns to wish it past.
Where lies the land to which the ship would go?
Far, far ahead, is all her seamen know.
And where the land she travels from? Away,
Far, far behind, is all that they can say.
poem by Arthur Hugh Clough from Mari Magno or Tales on Board
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Filthy
Filthy was my mother's womb
From which the creature barrowed through
Filthy is the father's gift
A dysentery vessel malignantly thrift
Filthy are the orbs that burn
Resituates of evil from a convex urn
Filthy is the cognitions blight
In wrecked collections of atrophied sight
Filthy be the tongue that wage
Indiscriminate duplicitous rage
Filthy composes the embryo man
Who never realized which way he begins
Disgust is self attraction, pontificating the irrelevant
And I am blind to the future which was due last week
While collecting old debt of childhood alimony
Making friends with the silhouettes on television
Because a dog ate my marbles and flew to the moon
While I fit as a statue of constant uncertainty,
Cradling the rags that build my daughter of gravity
That strangles my words into cryptic complexes
Of elegant stupidity that worships vein incredulity
For filthy is and filthy be, my wife for life that no one sees
Filthy is the boy in snow
Who pollutes the earth with its afterglow
Filthy is the passing silence
From which impeaches a thoughtless blindness
Filthy becomes the wasted minutes
Killing the chances for this solitary sentence
Filthy be the secrets lived
When the truth is there in an open lid
Filthy is the life time lost
In dumb pursuits of this word thats tossed
Filthy is the writer of me
When I am not in control of who I should be
For I am truly purity
Without the shame of sanity
poem by Kevin Patrick
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