Aging and the run away adolescence
Fading make up and vanishing lipsticks
Brought her face into reality.
Your beauty is enormous and you covered purposely that
Half of your entire journey?
You are a blossom and nobody could steal you from the garden of life.
That corner bench must be reserved for us it seems
And let's have a sit and we could chat leisurely.
Yes, I come here tomorrow again if time permits?
Time is the most precious thing I remember my brother said once.
If you don't see me around not to be frightened Madam?
Just keep in your kind memory that you have met a pilgrim by accident.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Flowers, Beautiful Flowers
Life is that precious and divine,
Souls journey as per schedule,
Visit places and people,
smile and laugh,
Weep and cry together,
Come alone and go alone,
Nothing brought, nothing taken!
Just it is like flower,
Blossom and spread its fragrance,
Put a signature on several hearts,
Gone flower, never come,
Memory of its beauty,
Aura remains all the time everywhere
In hearts of those who had seen it!
People too are like flowers,
That flowers in the garden of divine,
Some are beautiful,
Some by their wisdom and knowledge,
Some with deeds and virtues,
Flowers, beautiful flowers of God's Garden!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Habitation
In this mysterious cycle of birth & death
He is a habitual vagabond who crawls for a habitable place where he can breathe leisurely?
But his lethargy they point out as a weakness and the hard boiled plump superiors they query about his applicable papers and let down him easily.
Straight away he answered like a man; 'Honoured Sir/Madam, all my relevant documents are with my half brother & sister Adam & Eve.
And it takes me a long time to bring those rubbish back from the garden of Eden for your kind perusal.'
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Special
It isnt what it used to be
I wake up every night
On the stairs
Waiting for the dawn to come
Every drop of wine
You can be my time
Only tomorrow knows
Why do we beg when we can borrow
This time we knew
No more or less
Theres nothing left
It was always special
It was like water down the drain
Im intoxicated
Every time I hear your name
I try to remember
But nothing is the same
It wasnt that I didnt try
Its not the kind of thing, that you buy
Written in my destiny
Life is but a dream
Covered by the sky
Stop saying that youre calling time
Look at your life before you start on mine
Im not the kind of person that you need
Im sick of trying
I mean that its over
It was always special
It was like water down the drain
Im intoxicated
Every time I hear your name
I try to remember
But nothing is the same
It was always special
It was like water down the drain
Patiently you wait for me
Youre so blind
I thought it couldnt be
Then changed my mind
Drowning in the endless sea
Line all those lines
The traces of your memory
Dont belong with mine
song performed by by New Order
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We Only Have Tonight
Forget tomorrow, we only have tonight;
waste not a time for future
when it dies helplessly.
We never need to hope
for something not in hand...
for tomorrow is a dream
and tonight is reality.
Forget tomorrow when we only have tonight.
Kiss my eager lips as if tomorrow never comes;
Never slip a moment of our precious time
thinking what to do tomorrow.
For tomorrow is a dream
but tonight is reality;
so hold me tight as if tomorrow never comes;
Never waste a moment of our precious time
hoping what to hope tomorrow;
So please, forget tomorrow
for we only have tonight...
love me purely just this moment
as tomorrow comes never.
We only have few moments
to make this night last forever.
We only have tonight but we'll make it last forever.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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Make My Journey Comfortable
O Lord!
the creator of the entire nature
you have sent me to complete the journey
the path of my journey
i have choosed for my life
Half the path is full of mud
Half the path is full of thorn
O Lord!
Please make my journey comfortable
Let the Lotus blossom in my path
full of mud and
let the rose blossom in my path
full of thorn and
make my journey comfortable.
poem by Ramesh Rai
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Is This
Another place another time
Another face that looks like mine
Another soul for all to see
Is this reality? ?
If I could only find the words
Im sure that they would go unheard
With one exception I can see
Is this reality . . .
Oh--if I could only make time stand still for a moment
Capture a memory--and live it one more time but I believe
That I would really change a thing
A second chance to get it right
I think the end is close at hand
I had a vision I dont understand
Dont you see--i was made for you and you for me
Close your eyes . . .
Are you ready for a big surprise
Oh--hold the clock
Say the words to make it stop
Now, slam, bam, thank you maam
Wasnt it a pleasant life we shared
Now who really cares
Why pretend you dont remember
Wipe it clean and start again
Hope to see you in the summer
Another place another time
Another face that looks like mine
Another soul for all to see
Is this . . . is this . . .
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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For Everyone The Life Journey
For everyone the life journey is different though a journey that for all of us must end
Along the way we meet some who do not like us But we also do make many a good friend
And on the journey we learn many lessons we've been learning from life since before we did crawl
And every day we live in life for us a lesson and that applies to you and me and all
And on our life journey we make many mistakes and for every one of them some price to pay
But we must struggle onwards towards the finish and every dawning for us a new day
For many life's road more uphill than downhill it is a hard journey to undertake
We have the good days and we have the bad days and every dawn to a new challenge we wake
Tomorrow is another day they will tell you and tomorrow in it's own good time will come
But tomorrow will not be for everybody today's will be the last sunset for some
For every one of us life's journey is different so different for you as it is for me
And our thinking on most things are quite different we all look at life so very differently
For everyone the life journey has to end sometime but where or when we are not meant to know
For some it will end before they reach their prime years and for some when they are walking slow.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Journey To The Past
As I arise;
With my bare feet walk back slowly,
Back to where my heartaches lay;
I stride to step forward
Forward to the haunting past
Where my life is being caged
Dwelling in vague happiness
Imprisoned from failed hopes
Making my tomorrow covered with reeks
A journey to the past, my heart seeks.
Voices from nowhere, echoing;
“Be free;
Before you pursue your journey,
Let loneliness and confusions slip away,
Just be free from all your pain and sorrow.
So, your journey towards tomorrow, with glee
“Untangle yourself from the chain of yesterday,
Cleanse your heart from pain,
Loosen every bit of confusing thoughts,
Be free from nightmares of broken dreams
Let you life flows like glistening streams.”
Voices within me, whispers;
“Let me journey to my past,
Let me breathe again the coolness of the old air
That I may love the freshness of the new air
I can live my today and face tomorrow
With new beginning, of a new hope and new dreams”
My journey of growing, my journey to the past;
Bury each memory; the shadow of yesterday,
Quest a new life, living in reality
A new me.
_mAia_
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poem by Maia Padua
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Barabas
Something is changing
Growing in your mind
Cant do a thing about it
Living in normal life - barabas
Cant remember the first light
Must have been something enormous
I would give anything to travel into time
Barabas ....
Must have been something enormous,
Something enormous, something enormous
I would give anything to travel into time
song performed by by Hooverphonic
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Beauty Within
A desert blossom so preciously rare
Sharing its beauty where very few dare
Adding its color to a landscape so bland
A flicker of life against brush covered sand
For amongst the normal it reigns supreme
A moments clarity in a dark nights dream
It’s a glimmer of hope in this land so wild
Like a parents hugs to a frightened child
For its proof that there exist beauty in all
Whether big and bright or colorfully small
Its blossom still shines for us all to see
Like the beauty within both you and me.
“closing thought”
Beauty is more than just an optical art
It is seen more clearly when viewed by the heart
poem by Gordon Jerome
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Let this be your journey
Air blowing in our faces
So many different places
I’m going to show you the world
Like you have never seen it before
Walk you through each door
Getting ready to soar
Oh how there is so much more
Showing you how to let it out
Showing the world what you’re all about
Hold my hand
Life is its own marching band
Here you become what you’re suppose to be
You think you can’t but you can
This is your chance to make it
Make it all that you want
Smile hold tight
Everything is all right
This will last more than all night
Let this journey be your entire life’s memory
Let this journey say being true to yourself, is the greatest memory
Let this journey say, anything is possible
And let this journey stay
Never fade away
Let this be your journey
poem by Olivia Anne
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Spirtual Ethics
'To take the life of self or another'
Never again a journey with sister or brother.
'To be the instigator of physical or mental pain'
A journey as the receiver of the act; time and time again.
'Those who cheat, lie or steal'
A journey of darkness never to see or reveal.
'The abusers of the earthly phsycial form'
A journey when they wished they were never born.
'Those who do not share their earthly treasure'
A journey spent in waiting in a time they cannot measure.
'Those who do wrong and believe it is right'
A long, long journey to see a heavenly sight.
'Those who misuse the gift of power'
A journey that will include an eternal hour.
'Those who fail to give thanks for the gifts of each'
The jorney delayed until some one can teach.
'Failure to offer free expression to God of a love deep within'
The journey will not contain a door for a new life to begin
04-06-06 Aho Speaks
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poem by AHO Speaks
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Who are you today my brother?
I have a question for you my dear brother
Tell me..who are you today
We both know the reason I'm asking
You're health has left you this way
I ask myself the same question
The answer is always the same
But you my dear long lost brother
Its like playing a guessing game
Medication dulls all your senses
For most that's a terrible crime
But for you my dear younger brother
It brings you some quality time
You live in a clear social bubble
Unaffected by worldly strife
In your youth you were just my young brother
Now your lost for the rest of your life
You dont know when its me on the phone
Unaware of how old you are
I remember the days spent together
Working hard on your latest 'new' car
All thats left are some polaroid photos
Taken when we were having a laugh
All thats left of our time with each other
Memories fading every day not by half
Schizophrenia the name that it is given
To many it means not a thing
Yet to you and I my young brother
Its a term that means everything
poem by Dan McGonagle
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If Tomorrow Doesn’t Come, Please Remember
If tomorrow doesn’t come
Please forget all the fights
But please remember my face.
If tomorrow doesn’t come
Please forget the name calling
But please remember the smiles.
If tomorrow doesn’t come
Please forget the down times
But please remember our laughter together.
If tomorrow doesn’t come
Please forget the lonely nights crying
But please remember the many hugs after those nights.
If tomorrow doesn’t come
Please forget the yelling
But please remember the good talks after.
If tomorrow doesn’t come
Please remember how much I care about you
Even though I don’t show it.
Please remember how much of an impact you have on my life.
Even though I don’t help you to acknowledge it.
Please remember how much I love you
Even though we fight more than we talk to each other.
Please remember that you are apart of what I am today
Even though I don’t ever say anything.
Please remember that I always care about you
Even though I am always in your business or your life too much than usual.
Please remember to smile if tomorrow doesn’t come
Please remember that I tried to make something out of your life and mine too.
Please remember my laughter
Please remember that I think of you everyday
Even though I don’t make contact with you.
So if tomorrow never comes
Please remember the good times more than the bad
Please remember to make the best of life and never be too sad.
poem by Kimberly Santistevan
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The Horse Show
Constantly near you, I never in my entire
sixty-four years knew you so well as yesterday
or half so well. We talked. you were never
so lucid, so disengaged from all exigencies
of place and time. We talked of ourselves,
intimately, a thing never heard between us.
How long have we waited? almost a hundred years.
You said, Unless there is some spark, some
spirit we keep within ourselves, a life, a
continuing life's impossible-and it is all
we have. There is no other life, only the one.
The world of the spirits that come afterward
is the same as our own, just like you sitting
there they come and talk to me, just the same.
They come to bother us. Why? I said. I don't
know. Perhaps to find out what we are doing.
Jealous, do you think? I don't know. I
don't know why they should want to come back.
I was reading about some men who had been
buried under a mountain, I said to her, and
one of them came back after two months,
digging himself out. It was in Switzerland,
you remember? Of course I remember. The
villagers tho't it was a ghost coming down
to complain. They were frightened. They
do come, she said, what you call
my 'visions.' I talk to them just as I
am talking to you. I see them plainly.
Oh if I could only read! You don't know
what adjustments I have made. All
I can do is to try to live over again
what I knew when your brother and you
were children-but I can't always succeed.
Tell me about the horse show. I have
been waiting all week to hear about it.
Mother darling, I wasn't able to get away.
Oh that's too bad. It was just a show;
they make the horses walk up and down
to judge them by their form. Oh is that
all? I tho't it was something else. Oh
they jump and run too. I wish you had been
there, I was so interested to hear about it.
poem by William Carlos Williams
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A Friend
Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it a year has gone.
And I never see my old friend's face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
She knows I like her just as well,
As in the days I rang her bell.
And she rang mine but life went on with a whirl,
And now we are busy, tired girls,
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
'Tomorrow, ' I say, 'I will call on Harper
Just to show I'm thinking of her.'
But tomorrow comes nad tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows,
Around the corner, yet miles away,
'Here's a telegram miss, ' 'Harper died today.'
And that's what we get and deserve in the end,
Around te corner, a vanished friend.
Remember to always say what you mean;
If you love someone, tell them.
Do't be afraid to express yourself.
Reach out and tell someone what they mean to you,
Because when you decide that it is the right time it might be too late.
poem by Tiana Webb
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And You Don’t Remember Me
I sat on the park bench
pen and notebook in hand.
I watched all the people
as they passed on by.
I wondered how in life
each one of them had fared
with their happiness
and their sorrows.
I looked for inspiration
for something to write.
She looked at me and smiled,
I smiled back
thinking that was that.
“You don’t remember me? ”
She said and sat down.
I looked at her again
as memories swirled
around in my mind.
She was right
I didn’t remember her
Her hair was mousey colour
with flecks of grey
starting to appear here and there.
There were thick lines
across her forehead,
crow feet lines
near the corners of her eyes.
The corners of her mouth
drooped just slightly.
Her blues eyes were striking
and I knew I had seen them before,
but they were with a younger face
a long time ago.
A face that lit up
whenever she spoke.
“You still don’t remember me? ”
She asked once again.
I shook my head,
but unfortunately, I did.
I could remember
all the beauty
she had had in her youth,
before time had ravaged her
and taken away her beauty
and her youth.
She looked so sad.
I wanted to reach out
like I always wanted to,
but something deep inside,
a little voice you could call it,
kept telling me no.
My urge to hold her
was trying to win out,
but I couldn’t do it.
She was no longer
a part of my life.
All she was now
was a memory I clung to,
a memory of my youth
so long, long ago.
With notebook and pen,
I smiled and bit her farewell.
I whispered her name
as I said a last goodbye.
I didn’t look back
or I would have looked back with regret.
She was a past,
something none of us can ever relive.
poem by David Harris
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Look at the Time! (A Drinking Song)
Look at the time! It's half-past six!
Time for me to be getting my kicks!
I'll have some whisky,
It'll make me frisky,
And then I'll get up to my usual tricks!
Look at the time! It's half-past seven!
And I feel that I should be going to heaven!
I'll have some rum
'Cos I'm not dumb,
And then I'll be drunk by ten to eleven!
Look at the time! It's half-past eight!
I didn't know it was getting so late!
I'll have some brandy
Instead of shandy,
And then I'll be able to face my fate!
Look at the time! It's half-past nine!
(And I know that this doesn't really rhyme!)
I'll have some gin,
It's a bit of a sin,
It's time for a party and I'm feeling fine!
Look at the time! It's half-past ten!
Time to go back to bed again!
I really think
I've had enough to drink,
But I'll be back on the bottle tomorrow again!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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my Brother Was The Only One
I remember one late afternoon memory
Through the gate
the sound of my steps after me
Under a warm shade
where all her children had gather
had come and gone
My brother was the only one
I remember the loose wood
from that uncertain gate
Out of character the handle being firm
yet the context of frame
being old and bent
Somebody teach me where he went
I remember under the shadows
by his dreams
Many moments he must have saved
cautiously filling his regrets
a place call home
he can't forget
My brother they say
loves the beauty from eyes
the son of his own
He gathers to capture fragrance
of a little girl he's known
That's my girl! come-on... hon
My brother was the only one
He sits in my thoughts
alone under that dormant grey tree
His eyes captivated as if time stands still
His eyes filled with passive glare
But yet
life no longer his care
My brother was the only one
That time and chance never another
Did words did I cover
that didn't say, dearly brother
I Love You
poem by Joseph Nez
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Ring, rang, rung and ringing!
Alas! Former Sri Lankan President Mrs. Chandrika.Kumaratunge
Known as 'Madam' has been appointed as an adviser for South Asian Affairs for UNESCO.
What a pity?
There are really deep rooted intellectuals on our precious motherland
Who are still teaching under thatched remote schools?
Madam's well-to-do parents sent her to France for higher studies
And blunt the commoner's knowledge purposely.
The ridiculous thing is she has ungratefully deleted the motherland in the progress list before taking her responsible post.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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