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The merciless fire devoured
The house of my childhood games.
I needed to overcome sorrow,
And sailed on the golden-mast boat.
I played on my beautiful flute to
The high rising moon in the sky.
The moon, by my singing, got saddened,
And covered herself with a cloud.
Then I turned my eyes to the mountain,
But had no more songs on my mind.
It seemed : all the joys of my childhood
Were burned in the flames of my home.
I wished in despair for the refuge
That water could offer to me.
A sudden reflection of a woman
Slid by like the one of the moon.
And should she sincerely desire
And should the moon kindly approve
I’m willing to build a new house
In th’ woman’s mysterious heart.
poem by Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
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Flute Lads!
I flute the up and down of sun,
I flute the pallid moon,
I flute the rivers deep and wide
And down the merry tide.
I leave the rose so red
And pluck the lily white;
I flute upon my bed
And play into the night.
If I could flute forever
And play a merry tune,
Then I would know no sorrow
In April, May, and June.
So up and down the golden sun
And up the pallid moon,
Flute my lovely lads, flute,
In April, May, and June.
poem by Samuel Hardman
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Fire On The Hills
The deer were bounding like blown leaves
Under the smoke in front the roaring wave of the brush-fire;
I thought of the smaller lives that were caught.
Beauty is not always lovely; the fire was beautiful, the terror
Of the deer was beautiful; and when I returned
Down the back slopes after the fire had gone by, an eagle
Was perched on the jag of a burnt pine,
Insolent and gorged, cloaked in the folded storms of his shoulders
He had come from far off for the good hunting
With fire for his beater to drive the game; the sky was merciless
Blue, and the hills merciless black,
The sombre-feathered great bird sleepily merciless between them.
I thought, painfully, but the whole mind,
The destruction that brings an eagle from heaven is better than mercy.
poem by Robinson Jeffers
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Havana Moon
Chant...
Me all alone
Jug of rum
Me stand and wait for the boat to come
Is lonely night is quiet the dark
The boat she late its 12 o clock
Me watches the tide easin in
Is low the moon and high the wind
Havana moon
Havana moon
Me all alone
Me open the rum
Is long the wait for the boat to come
American girl come back to me
Sail way across the sea
We dock in new york the buildings high
We find a home up in the sky
Havana moon...
Havana moon...
Me still alone me drinkin the rum
Begin to think that the boat no come
American girl she tell a lie
She say till then, but she mean goodbye
Havana moon...
Havana moon...
Me lay down alone, no good the rum
Me fall asleep and the boat she come
The girl she look till come the dawn
She weep and she cry
Return for home
The whistle blow me open my eyes
Bright the sun blue the sky
Me grab me shoes, me jump and me run
Me see the boat head for horizon
Havana moon is gone da rum
The boat she sail me love she gone
Havana moon...
Havana moon...
song performed by by Santana
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The Rising Tides
He who has lived in a bed of roses
can never know the plight
of all the things that can make life hell
or how it is to fight
to stay afloat in a sinking boat
when the tides are rising high.
These things that are commonplace scenes for some
don't touch the bed they're in.
They spend their whole lives in luxurious riches
and always seem to win.
Divorced from reality they cannot see
when the tides are rising high.
But the tides are rising for all of us,
the wealthy and the poor.
And there's no mountain that is high enough
to escape the rising shore.
So in the end all things will be evened
and both will sink or float.
For all will find that the bed of roses
makes not a sturdy boat.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Bird And The Ship. (From The German Of Müller)
'The rivers rush into the sea,
By castle and town they go;
The winds behind them merrily
Their noisy trumpets blow.
'The clouds are passing far and high,
We little birds in them play;
And everything, that can sing and fly,
Goes with us, and far away.
'I greet thee, bonny boat! Whither, or whence,
With thy fluttering golden band?'--
'I greet thee, little bird! To the wide sea
I haste from the narrow land.
'Full and swollen is every sail;
I see no longer a hill,
I have trusted all to the sounding gale,
And it will not let me stand still.
'And wilt thou, little bird, go with us?
Thou mayest stand on the mainmast tall,
For full to sinking is my house
With merry companions all.'--
'I need not and seek not company,
Bonny boat, I can sing all alone;
For the mainmast tall too heavy am I,
Bonny boat, I have wings of my own.
'High over the sails, high over the mast,
Who shall gainsay these joys?
When thy merry companions are still, at last,
Thou shalt hear the sound of my voice.
'Who neither may rest, nor listen may,
God bless them every one!
I dart away, in the bright blue day,
And the golden fields of the sun.
'Thus do I sing my merry song,
Wherever the four winds blow;
And this same song, my whole life long,
Neither Poet nor Printer may know.'
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Long Abandoned Muse
Fish stuck in a kiss who are now singing forever,
Like over used words at the lip
Of the mountain in
Deep snow, knowing nothing about the moon, who
Is just there-
Just over the rise, where the angelic stags are rutting
In anamorphous movements-
There, like gold near the saddle, rising high
And swayed back like gods over
My childhood,
Like the golden sweat won upon a long hike,
And nudes upon nudes kiss,
Like kindergarten and goldfish all over my
Missbehaved childhood, but now- oh now, my
Long abandoned muse- what- and oh what,
Can they possibly be doing.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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The Song Of Where Were We
Riding on a boat
They sailed One Night
Three of Them
Singing
Where Are We?
And then when the MOON
came full above their Heads
They begin to Sing
fULL mOON i SEE you Standing There
And then the MOON
RESTS on the leaf of the banana
Like a little Bird
And then they came out from the Boat
And drank Wine
And then They sand and dance
Till Morning
The NEighbors simply
Miss them All
They all love the charivari
And sympathy
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Overcome
overcome your faults
overcome your weaknesses
overcome your sadness
overcome your sorrow
overcome everything and you are my hero
poem by Brandi Reissig
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Writing on wall
It was just plane writing on wall
I must have taken it a serious call
She was on and off repeating same thing
There was hidden message through something
There may be long wait
All dependants on fate
How can one think and rate?
It is difficult to state
New car can have speed trial
It ahs to pass test on arrival
How does it apply when one is eternal?
And another is a physical and external
One can dream of golden goose
At the end beautiful race to loose
Yet many things remain to choose
Beautiful memory and enough of woes
Hope only may endure and last
The meaning of love is not limited but vast
One looses the race but gains confidence
Only one and only one beautiful incidence
Who follows whom in this worldly stage?
Who acts better and performs with age?
Who sets in the beautiful and golden cage?
Only smiles and admiration without scope for rage
What have I to with rising of sun beam?
When they have ganged against me as team?
Why is that concerning for rising of moon?
When I have to see the stars in the noon?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Love - Evening of Sorrow
Walking down the hospital corridors
Startled and terrified
The feeling hasn't sunk in
Sulking like a little boy without Milk
Don't Forsake me
Don't Desert me in this Merciless world
The Disgruntlement, The Anguish
My Sorrow, My Woe
My Sorrow, My Woe
Her Memories Loom
The lustrous Smile on her face
Used to tear down sorrow and grief
Her refulgent Eyes
The future looked sunny and bright
Don't Forsake me
Don't Desert me in this Merciless world
The Disgruntlement, The Anguish
My Sorrow, My Woe
My Sorrow, My Woe
She took away the Anger
And turned it into Cheer
Every moment with her
Was a carnival of Joy
Her Purity and grace
Sanity and maturity
Taught me,
to be benevolent and kind
Her thoughts brought tears
Why Her, Why not me?
Will take torment and torture
pass through fire and Ice
SO that she can come back to me
Don't Forsake me
Don't Desert me in this Merciless world
The Disgruntlement, The Anguish
My Sorrow, My Woe
My Sorrow, My Woe
The room was closed
Curtains on the Glass door
Waiting anxiously
put up a stern face
hope against hope
All for Love
The wait was getting unbearable
The doors Open
A hug but No smile
THE Heart beat faster than a Race horse
Happiness and Fear hit me at once
closer to visibility
Don't Forsake me
Don't Desert me in this Merciless world
The Disgruntlement, The Anguish
My Sorrow, My Woe
My Sorrow, My Woe
There she was
with a smile on her face
I looked up to the Sky
And said Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa
The grace from above
brought tears of Joy
Held her hands
tightly as I could
Sorrow and pain Left me
Tears continued flowing
She just smiled
Smile on, Smile on
poem by Jithu Varghese
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Overcome
even now the world is bleedin' but feelin' just fine all numb
in our castle where we're always free to choose never free enough
to find i wish somethin' would break cuz we're runnin' out of time
and i am overcome i am overcome holy water in my lungs i am overcome
these women in the street pullin' out their hair my master's
in the yard givin' light to the unaware this plastic little place
is just a step amongst the stairs
and i am overcome i am overcome baby holy water in my lungs i am overcome
so drive me out out to that open field turn the ignition off
and spin around your help is here but i'm parked in this open space
blockin' the gates of love
i am overcome i am overcome holy water in my lungs i am overcomed
beautiful drowning this beautiful drowning this holy water
this holy water is in my lungs
and i am overcome i am overcome i am overcome i am overcome
song performed by by Live from V
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Inferno (An Analysis Of The Goddess Of Fire)
A big fire
Devoured our house yesterday
And it sounded loud like a bomb
Vulcan the god of fire
Must have been loud and angry at us
A big fire
Devoured our house yesterday
And it sounded like a bomb
The fire we use to cook our food
And then i spoke to the fire
And it said to me
“ I was formed when men were in caves
And i was used to cook their raw meat
In the days of long ago and the dinosaurs”
Thou goddess of fire
You bleached the earth on creation day
Producing the human race
You give light to mankind
You fly high
In the netherworlds of the Universe
Naked humanity in thine sight
Burning like an inferno in the human heart
Now is the time to stand and stare
Every bush bows and burns before your might
Your arms reaches outstretched
Thou purifier of thoughts and metals
Thine incandescent light fascinates and scares me
Thou goddess of fire
Dancing in the midst of charcoals and matchsticks
Lighting upon men anew
You are in my sitting room today
Burning men and me to carbon dust
You came from the bush centuries ago
To set upon the ideas of men
On the dawn of civilization
When we were nothing
But cavemen without learning or thinking
And the men ran helter skelter
For they were afraid of thee
Men thought you will go
But you did stay
Men thought you will go
But you fell from heaven again
Burning every bush fire
I run out of thoughts for thee
Thou goddess of fire.
poem by larry Philosopher
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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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For The Misfits
You should come into the beautiful house
It’s a spaced out palace
You’d never find a mouse
Come into the beautiful house
For all you misfits out there
Who love to howl
Who love to cry
Don’t care to die
Who want to fly
Take a look in the eye
You should come into the beautiful house
It’s the only rocket
To escape from this clouds
Come into the beautiful house
For all the living out there
Who love to cry
The ones who forget
Without some regret
Who watch the sky
In paradise
poem by Frosted Fire
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Black Key
You should come into the beautiful house
It’s a spaced out palace
You’d never find a mouse
Come into the beautiful house
For all you misfits out there
Who love to howl
Who love to cry
Don’t care to die
Who want to fly
Take a look in the eye
You should come into the beautiful house
It’s the only rocket
To escape from this clouds
Come into the beautiful house
For all the living out there
Who love to cry
The ones who forget
Without some regret
Who watch the sky
In paradise
poem by Frosted Fire
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Beautiful
Beautiful is the rising sun
that touches the dark world
glowing red hot,
like a coal from the fire
of the gods
Beautiful is the crystal blue sky
that stretches to the horizon,
with its purity and brings serenity
to every living thing.
Beautiful is the yellow moon
that awakens dreams,
of how wondrous
life on this earth
really is.
Beautiful is a wave
crashing over a rocky shore,
that sprays the intensity
and mysteries of nature
on the earth.
Yet all of these things
fade away into insignificance
against the smile on your face
and nothing can describe,
the light and expression
in your golden eyes.
You are far more
than beautiful to me
and no white Lily
or dark red Rose,
will ever hold
the same significance
that you bring to me.
When all is said and done
my life is completely empty
when you’re gone,
but when you are with me
life plays like the sweetest melody
and my greatest gift from life is you.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Beach House On The Moon
By: jimmy buffett
Camerons getting logical
A vulcan in disguise
The mysteries of the night
Are putting sparkles in his eyes
Hes looking for sound reasoning
But the best that I can do
Is this transcendental story
That Ill pass along to you
Pass the falls they call victoria
Down the river named the nile
Drifts a tiny little handmade boat
Its shaped just like a smile
And steered by a magician
With the knowledge that he needs
To keep him on his destined course
Pass the crocodiles and reeds
Hes the admiral of the ocean
The lone eagle in the sky
He gave me my first sextant
And he taught me how to fly
Its been quite a lengthy passage
From the dawn of time til now
He has weathered the infernal storms
In his trusty petite dhow
He has soared above collassal waves,
Sailed the endless sea
Sometimes he resembles you
Sometimes he looks like me
I saw him through my telescope
On a cloudless night in june
As he rested between voyages
At his beach house on the moon
There are windows to the galaxies
And hallways to the past
There are trapdoors to the future
And a splintered ancient mast
There are relics from apollo trips
When the earth men came to play
And a hammock from a distant star
Out in the milky way
Hes the admiral of the ocean
The lone eagle in the sky
He gave me my first sextant
And he taught me how to fly
I saw him through my telescope
On a cloudless night in june
As he rested between voyages
At his beach house on the moon
A striped bass breaks the surface
As the sunset fades away
And our journey from the sea of storms
Takes us home besides the bay
We go fishing in the ocean
We go travelling back in time
Like the song says teach your children
To go fishing with their mind
Camerons contemplating
Im not sure just what he thinks
Is my dad some kind of lunatic
With his stories and high hijinks
Then he says when I get old and gray
And feel like Im marooned
He will take me in his rocketship
To that beach house on the moon
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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I played football for a team called the East Dragons on the east side of town. We only had six regular season games. And six games I played tail back and I had 18 touchdowns in six games. That's when I knew I had some athletic ability.
quote by LeBron James
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Divine Mother Pele
In endless night eternal shadow volcanic fire
Upon the moon
And day burns red in an eclipse of the Earth
Through the death of the moon
Ancient worlds in extrophy
Through a vision of fire
Oh Kiluae, art thou the House of the Moon as
Haleakala is the House of the Sun
Endless shadow of ancient worlds
Through a vision of fire
The House of the Moon in the House of the Sun
Oh Divine Mother Pele, will the Earth return to
Ash in an alchemical purification like the phoenix
In volcanic fire
The moon and the Sun
And endless universes on fire
Oh, Divine Mother Pele, art thou a Daughter of Maya
And of the Endless Cycles of Universal flux
Thou art not the end of time for the Earth, but its Rebirth
poem by Dr. Antoinette Voget
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Happiness
My sailing boat, crafted of redwood, is swift,
My flute is carved out of jasper.
With water a stain is removed from the silk,
With wine – the worries and heartache.
And if you’re the owner of swift little boat,
The wine and a beautiful woman…
What else can you ask for? In every respect,
To heavenly gods you are equal.
poem by Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
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