This Day
What shrubs or bushes
they are, I don't know.
I pass and smell
and feel the zeal
for a further go.
The ups and the turns
open the mystery.
The sudden blow of fresh air,
makes the moment windy.
Below, I see the picturesque,
lush greens of tea garden.
Two leaves and one bud,
take away mind's burden.
The peak of Kanchanjangha,
is glittering under the shining sun.
This Day will never fade,
is now added to Eternal.
poem by Nilakshi Das
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A Little Note Of Her Life
she is my wife
she is not a little note of my life
she is occupying the full page
of my ads
for one thing
she keeps cutting all the leaves of the palms in my garden
and it is getting hot in here
when some of the bushes begins to flower
she cuts them all again
leaving my garden empty
except for the bleeding twigs of the tree
leaving the little life of others in misery
she is my wife
when she dies she will still be my wife
that little note of my life
my garden shall be full of flowers
my bushes shall bear more
and all the leaves of the palms in my garden
shall be green till the end of their
spans
opps don't take this against me
she is my wife
and she will always be my wife
a little note of my life
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Talent
Have you ever felt like you can't do anything?
Or maybe, more, you can't do anything well?
LIke everything you do is just to par,
No steep above anyone,
And always a step behind the next.
Pen against paper,
Just turns words and thoughts into something expected,
Paint against canvas,
Just turns colors into an elementary picture.
Setting to work with expectations, only to have them broken.
Or maybe even you do something well,
Or are told that you do,
And all of a sudden it, too, becomes par.
A mundane activity that changes no minds, nor lives,
Neither impresses, nor leaves impressions.
This is how I feel,
Torn apart by everything I do,
And the nothing I do well.
Left in a world of talent,
Only to realize I have none if my own.
If one were to ask me,
'what is your talent? '
I would think for a moment,
Then, I would reply,
'My talent is non talent'
I recognize talent in others,
I recognize their deserve of praise,
And it makes me happy,
But then I remember,
I have nothing to show them.
I long for something to show the world,
To open peoples' minds to beauty and art,
Yet, slowly, everyday I begin to see;
I will never be the entertainer,
Just, merely, the entertained.
By: Bethany Maxwell
©2012
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Windy Town
Theres gotta be something more to this life were given
Gotta be peace o mind and a piece o living
When the losers have won
And the damage is done
Only then will you be saved.
She dancing on thin ice while her mind is skating
Hes building on the dust that is suffocating
And a baby that cries
In a city of lies
For a freedom that is craved
And high will you fly tonight
In dreams you can hold this tight
But when will love blow round
When will love blow through windy town.
Sunny had a street that she couldnt live in
Sunny had a room that she couldnt breath in
But a heart that could feel
And a hand that could heal
And a passion filled with rage.
I never felt the air with a wind of change
I only felt a storm with a wind and rain
A city so deep
A soul without sleep
And a heart thats filled with pain
And high will you fly tonight
In dreams you can hold this tight
But when will love blow round
When will love blow through windy town.
Look out on a million dreams
Theres fire in all those schemes
Feel the burn of investigation
Love will be your inspiration.
Baby lets go again
On me and you it all depends
The power of love is a powerful friend
And I will love you till the end.
And high will you fly tonight
In dreams you can hold this tight
But when will love blow round
When will love blow around
When will love blow through windy town.
Baby through windy town
When will love blow.
song performed by by Spandau Ballet
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Dont Let The Moment Pass
Lead vocal: marti webb
This golden day will be mine
For every moment in time
If time should lose her way
A symphony in the night
Of stars that dance in the light
And music far away
They say that love is but a dance
Dont let the music fade away
Dont let the moment pass
Without reason or rhyme
The sweet bouquet of the wine
Will vanish in the air
The innocence of the rose
She leaves where she goes
For all the world to share
Some days when clouds are drifting by
I open my eyes and watch them go
And wonder where they fly
Some nights orion runs too fast
I look to the stars as if to say
Dont let the moment pass
But soon a golden age is past
Just when it seemed that miracles
Where not too much to ask
And though the world may turn too fast
If it should seem like paradise
Dont let the moment pass
song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
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Golden fantasy
In the dark of night behind my walls
I fade away when nature calls
And thinks of you in sudden lust
To find in fantasy...... I must.
I imagine your lips, your supple breasts
touching my lips and my gentle chest.
I feel and taste the tender sweet
OH so vivid I hold this treat.
I come upon you with my tender weight
and open with love your garden gate.
I plant my love, my beautiful love
in your garden that is sent from above.
I dig deep
between your narrow walls so steep
I enter thy chamber, thy walls so smooth
and move with the motion and return to sooth.
I treasure these twist and turns
but being just a fantasy it burns.
for every times the surface should crack
the sexy voices pull me back.
poem by C.F Francis
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Three Variants
1
When in front of you hangs the day with its
Smallest detail-fine or crude-
The intensely hot cracking squirrel-sounds
Do not cease in the resinous wood.
The high line of pine-trees stands asleep,
Drinking in and storing strength,
And the wood is peeling and drip by drip
Is shedding freckled sweat.
2
From miles of calm the garden sickens,
The stupor of the angered glen
Is more alarming than an evil
Wild storm, a frightful hurricane.
The garden's mouth is dry, and smells of
Decay, of nettles, roofing, fear…
The cattle's bellowing is closing
Its ranks. A thunderstorm is near.
3
On the bushes grow the tatters
Of disrupted clouds; the garden
Has its mouth full of damp nettles:
Such - the smell of storms and treasures.
Tired shrubs are sick of sighing.
Patches in the sky increase. The
Barefoot blueness has the gait of
Cautious herons in the marshes.
And they gleam, like lips that glisten,
When the hand forgets to wipe them:
Supple willow-switches, oak-leaves,
And the hoofprints by the horsepond.
poem by Boris Pasternak
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Autumn Goodbye
As the rich red leaves blow down the street
I slowly look down at my feet
The leaves are gone
Apart from one
I pick it up
Winter has arrived, and autumn has had to go
Goodbye colourful leaves, hello frostie snow
The conkers have gone, autumn memories fade
The weather gets worse, all the traffics delayed
The air gets colder, and the nights draw in
The noisy winter wind makes such a din
As the rich red leaves blow down the street
I slowly look down at my feet
The leaves are gone
Every last one
Autumns moved on, winters begun.
poem by Franchesca Onken
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This Space Between the Gate, the Garden Lovely - Eternal Rounds of Determined Variations
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...variations determined of rounds eternal -
lovely garden the gate
the between space
this...
All
this space between the gate and the garden lovely
within the hole of the ring in the breath flung in
the dirt's cool dank breath
the hand of the digger becomes the tree
shall hang
language surpasses itself breaks
upon its own weight like the empty shell of the beetle
little is the frame we live within the tiny world
the wave of the wind ripple in the mind and Mind
the barn side the vague window pane opening upon
the living the dead artifacts
All
All
is here everywhere in the ring in the hand in the dirt
and out the grave house underneath
thanks the air and pass the leaves
becomes the sign upon which all breathing things
upon its own weight like the empty shell of the beetle
walks upon Vast the space it partakes of making
turns to the dropp of rain the flaked paint of the
eternal scene of stones breathing becoming bread
All
All
the living the dead artifacts
the barn side the vague window pane opening upon
the wave of the wind ripple in the mind and Mind
little is the frame we live within the tiny world
shall hang language shall surpass itself break
the hand of the digger become the tree
the dirt's cool dank breath
within the hole of the ring in the breath flung in
this space between the gate and the garden lovely
All
All
eternal scene of stones breathing becoming bread
turns to the dropp of rain the flaked paint
walks upon Vast the space it partakes of making
upon its own weight the empty shell of the beetle
becomes the sign upon which all breathing things
thanks the air and pass the leaves
and out the grave house underneath
All
All
this space between the gate and the garden lovely
is here everywhere in the ring in the hand in the dirt
the living the dead artifacts
eternal scene of stones breathing becoming bread
eternal rounds of determined variations...
poem by Warren Falcon
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One Shining Moment
(vaneese thomas)
Tell me who, what, when,
Where did it start?
Tell me when, where
How did you get in my heart?
I feel your love washing over me
In waves of emotion so strong
I want to say while Ive got the chance
In the words of this song
Youre my one shining moment
You are all my dreams come true
Honey, youre my one shining moment
And if I never have another
Im glad that Ive known you
You fill up for me all the empty spaces
All the pain I ever felt, youve erased it
Is it any wonder? no way
That Im growing fonder every day
Theres a freedom that I never knew
And its all because of you, honey
Youre my one shining moment
You are all my dreams come true
Honey, youre my one shining moment
And if I never have another
Im glad that Ive known you
I wake up with you on my mind
You light up my day
There is nothing better I can find
Oh, my love, Im so proud
That I can say, hey
All my dreams wrapped
Into one under the sun, honey
Honey, youre my one shining moment
And if I never have another
Im glad that Ive known you
If I never have another
Im glad that Ive known you
Shining moment
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Shining Light
Oooooh...
Something was pulling me
Without knowing what was leading me on
Your shining light, your shining light
In my darkest hour, the only way to bring the dawn
Was your shining light, your shining light
But youre unaware your shining light is even on
Like with a little glance when you take me by surprise
And I take a chance and I see it all through your eyes
Free me from my history, show me where to draw the line
By lighting up the mystery, and you dont even know that it shines
Im not worried now about flying too close to the sun
Your shining light, your shining light
When december skies are cold
Well, you know I will always run
To your shining light, your shining light
But youre unaware your shining light is even on
Like with a little glance when you take me by surprise
And I take a chance and I see it all through your eyes
Free me from my history, show me where to draw the line
By lighting up the mystery, and you dont even know that it shines
I wont abuse it, so please just let it glow behind your smile
Let me use it, let me feel the warmth like a little child
Who understands your glance, though it takes me by surprise
And I take a chance and I see it all through your eyes
Its your shining light, from my history, and it pulls me out of my mind
Its your shining light, you dont even know that it shines (by lighting up the mystery)
Its your shining, its your shining light
Its your shining light, oooooh
Its your shining, its your shining light
Its your shining light, you dont even know that it shines
Its your shining, its your shining light
Its your shining light, oooooh
Its your shining, its your shining light
Its your shining light, you dont even know that it shines
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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The Smell of Purple is in the Air
Late Spring, Early Summer
Breeze Blowing Along with the light Misty Rain
Ah.....How wonderful the smell
So Fresh, So Crisp
Reminding Me of Grandma's Homemade Pie
Ah.....That Breeze Blows letting the Smell glisten through the Air
Right into My Window, Soft as a Rabbit's Fur
The Smell of Purple is in the Air
I just lie back on the bed and relax
That smell brings a Calm Peaceful feeling over me
Peace...
Ah....How great that feels...
Wonderful
The Smell of Purple is in the Air
Field of fresh Blueberries...Bushes Full
Sweet, Soft, Spring, Summer
Breeze Blowing, The Mist of Rain
Ah....Bring on the peace...The Wonderful Feeling
Beautiful..... Is that ' The Smell of Purple is in the Air '
poem by Lorene Erwin
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Forever Free
Sumptuous river where healing flows
Leave the sleeping world behind
Ephemeral gardens in the forest grow
Retreat to shelter of peace of mind
The base has not been taken away
Stand on words that untie the knots
Know that turmoil shall pass someday
Build your house on the solid rock
Time withers all fleeting dreams
Restless lament like passing ships
Hello, goodbye on the capricious sea
Kisses bitter and sweet on volatile lips
Love falls like an apple from the tree
The beauty begins to slowly fade
Pride refuses to bow and bend its knee
Who shall open up the eternal gate?
Who has made the mighty dawn?
Why do the stars shine at night?
Death makes every king a pawn
Beyond the touch of time is light
Soul lives and seeks an eternal crown
Look at the stars with an open mind
Venture and see what can be found
We are awakened stardust in time
Awake to all the wondrous beauty
A moment of loves golden mirth
Let the Spirit reveal all you see
We are travelers from birth to birth
In a blink of an eye we will be gone
Let the voice of the universe speak
Only the soul hears the grand song
Join the chorus of the forever free
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Nobody Else
I fade to black I turn to grey
When ever you have gone away
I can't decide what I should eat
Without you I am incomplete
When you're back I have to say
CHORUS
When I'm sick and tired
You make me well
Any little thing
You do I can tell
You make me feel
Like nobody else
Like nobody else
Hold my breath till I turn blue
I try to think of things to do
Try so hard to watch t.v.
It always ends up watching me
Dying to see you
Chorus
Ohh, like nobody else
Nobody else, No-Oh No-Oh
Nobody else
I fade to black I turn to grey
Whenever you have gone away
When you cry it hurts like hell
And if you die I kill myself
CHORUS
Yeah, Oh, Yeah
When you make me feel bad
Any little thing on my mind
You do I can tell
You make me feel like...
Nobody else
Like nobody else...
Nobody make me feel like you do
Makes me feel like you do
Makes me feel like you do
Makes me feel...
Yeah, nobody else
Nobody makes me feel
Nobody makes me feel
song performed by by Warrant
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Feel the Moment
Feel the moment
And be present.
Smell the aroma of the moment
And never show that you are absent.
Feel the moment
The moment of dialogue
The moment of possibilities
The moment of expectation.
The moment of love.
Grab the moment
Treasure it as a priceless jewel
Claim it as a great gift
Hold it as your very own.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Destiny cries for my soul.
Where is my life when it goes away?
Where is my knowledge when I die?
I have no hope in this world of solitude,
I have no regard to my surroundings,
When I pass.
Must my whole being pass without being noticed?
Must I stay here in this prison and watch my family
Die to no end?
I can not stay in this fortress known as life.
I can’t let my soul fade from the grasp of eternal death.
What makes us who we are?
What makes us choose the way we do?
I have no answer,
But to the end of my solitude far from you,
Will I understand my destiny.
poem by Breana DeHart
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Monsoon at peak! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Monsoon at peak
I hear a monologue-
Rain speaks…
Monsoon at peak,
Thatched roofs
Leak…
Monsoon at peak,
Corn on cob
Wins over coffee…
Monsoon at peak,
Can I go out, mother?
A child pleads…
Monsoon at peak,
A boy steals a look
At a girl soaked to skin…
Monsoon at peak,
Roads flooded,
Where is MCD?
Monsoon at peak,
Umbrellas
New fashion accessory…
Monsoon at peak,
Sun gets much needed
Rest…
Monsoon at peak,
Bathes
Foliage and trees.
Monsoon at peak
Schools closed
Children squeal,
Wish, it rains
Everyday of the week…
Monsoon at peak,
Leave your shoes at the door-
Mother screams…
Monsoon at peak,
Driver stops
To wipe the wind shield…
Monsoon at peak,
Open pavements
Home to many,
Wear deserted look …
Monsoon at peak,
Wet laundry-
Sun rise, please.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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__________Autumn Leaves And A Cruel Breeze___________
Daddy pays for all the jewelry dangling from her neck,
Her beauty allows her everything she can get,
Pride stands between her and the girl she use to be,
She looks in the mirror enjoying what she sees,
A feeling of invincibility glows like a sphere,
Every girl wishes they can be her,
A dream she lives in without care,
Without foreseeing this nightmare...
Autumn leaves falling to the ground,
Cruel breezes are holding her down,
Innocence is clearly not an option on this day,
A beautiful scene turns to black and gray,
Autumn leaves crashing down,
The smell of shame lingers around...
Walking in a different way,
Head held low this feeling of prey,
Just a touch makes her feel in danger,
Whether from a friend or from a stranger,
She seems so distant so unaware,
Of the people around her and the way they stare,
Not the same no longer daddy's little girl,
Just a girl alone living in fear...
Autumn leaves falling to the ground,
Cruel breezes are holding her down,
Innocence is clearly not an option on this day,
A beautiful scene turns to black and gray,
Autumn leaves crashing down,
The smell of shame lingers around...
Twisting and turning unable to sleep,
The screaming and clawing keeps her awake,
Lonely nights dreams she couldn't keep,
Forced to the bed and mouth covered with tape,
Smell of disease she cannot escape,
Escape from the room,
Escape from the rape...
Autumn leaves falling to the ground,
Cruel breezes are holding her down,
Innocence is clearly not an option on this day,
A beautiful scene turns to black and gray,
Autumn leaves crashing down,
The smell of shame lingers around...
Just a perfect girl in a perfect world,
Blaming herself for looking so good,
A temptation lasts like a flower,
She lost it all the night he had the power...
poem by Poetic Crisis
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I am still a boy
I am still boy
Playing with toys
I wish to fly
But reply with loud cry
I am pushed to nursery
They claim it as bravery
I feel so sorry
They have added me worry
I miss the home
Particularly the mom
I am afraid of dad
It makes me sad
Still I look with joy
He plays with me like boy
Rides me on the back
I enjoy and give the kick
As the days pass by
They push me more and try
I continuously feel shy
I never question and ask why
It is boredom in class
There is only worry to pass
All paper work and sympathy from teacher
I was reluctant but was made monitor
it is long history
shrouded by mystery
it has negative impact
still it is a fact
it teaches a log way
reality to be far and away
who know what will be in store?
whom to ask and where to explore?
Life may be different to many
It may look hard and funny
It is to be lived as I was told
To show some strength and look very bold
I may not think much
Life may be as such
I need not think much and rush
It requires no such push
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Woman From Tokyo
Fly into the rising sun,
Faces, smiling everyone
Yeah, she is a whole new tradition
I feel it in my heart
My woman from tokyo
She makes me see
My woman from tokyo
Shes so good to me
Talk about her like a queen
Dancing in a eastern dream
Yeah, she makes me feel like a river
That carries me away
My woman from tokyo
She makes me see
My woman from tokyo
Shes so good to me
But Im at home and I just dont belong ...
So far away from the garden we love
She is what moves in the soul of a dove
Soon I shall see just how black was my night
When were alone in her city of light
Rising from the neon gloom
Shining like a crazy moon
Yeah, she turns me on like a fire
I get high
My woman from tokyo
She makes me see
My woman from tokyo
Shes so good to me
song performed by by Deep Purple
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Another Cold And Windy Day (Coca Cola Jingle)
Another cold and windy day
The birds are homing, to come to stay
And as i feel my mind is turning
And think of times when i were glad
I open up some Coke and smile
And then my minds free for a while
Things go better with Coca-Cola
Things go better with Coke
Repeat and Fade
Voice Over:
The Bee Gees reminding you
that Coke has that taste
yo'll never get tired of
song performed by by Bee Gees
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