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Lengthy signature of a gossamer soul

I stand in the stormy wind
And I am scared,
She takes me to an unknown place
Where the Angels play with the stars!
I wish that I could have remain here
As the two thirds of my journey finished
With the burning coal.
The rough sole without sandals
Familiar with all the pains
And I am a strange bull to the new pasturage!

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Familiar World

This world look so familiar
The air, I think I breath before
The music, I think I heard before
The journey, I've journeyed before
but all in 'once a life time'
It's my second journey into this unknown world
The journey I seem to have taken before
It look so familiar
Once in a life time, it seemed I was somebody
May be even the wealthiest man in the world
i don't know
Maybe a wretched, lonely man
I'll never know
But one thing I do know
is that I've lived once
And right now, It's my second journey
Into this very familiar but unknown world

poem by Olufunmbi Aransiola
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Sandals

She wears
sandals.
Her mother
bought her
the leather
sandals
as a birthday
present;
She presents
the sandals
to the
world.
Not to
me.
I feel
like
an outstripped
sandal
when
she
takes
off
the sandals
in
my
bed.

poem by Afrodita Nikolova
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My Journey to the unknown

A journey takes a few students to a small dorp called Clanwilliam.
From campus we assemble in the dead of the night
We catch the first rays of sun
Streaming in the car

We gather in the parking lot outside UWC
In the dead of the night
Mist gathers with icy wind piercing through me
As our journey takes us away from the Cape’s sea

I observe the nature that springs up from the earth.
Beautiful daffodils, roses, lilies and dandelions
Flay out with magnificent might

Songs pop up “ Uptown girl”, “ Queen of My heart”, “ I have a Dream”.
Along the river we see some ducks and swans that are rare in winter
Riaan takes out his camera and starts filming some footage
While Neely and Merrington discuss to us what to look out for.

The blue skies echo from above
The rough ground growls and babbles under the heavy weight of the tyres
We came home after a long journey to the unknown
A journey full of mystique and beauty that leaves me eerie at the end of the day

poem by Lee John Siebritz
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Monition

A faint wind, blowing from World's End,
Made strange the city street.
A strange sound mingled in the fall
Of the familiar feet.
Something unseen whirled with the leaves
To tap on door and sill.
Something unknown went whispering by
Even when the wind was still.
And men looked up with startled eyes
And hurried on their way,
As if they had been called, and told
How brief their day.

poem by Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts
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A broken journey

Alone in the night

I listen to the wind

I want to runaway

Just get out of my skin

There’s a piece of heaven in the center of the woods

But somehow we’re warped into “oh I wish I could’s”

I wish I could take the pain you feel away

Peel away the layers and just remain bare

I wish you could stay

I wish I could call your name and you’ll be there

I wish I could tell you that I’m scared

I wish that this broken journey will take my pain

I wish I could disappear

I wish this broken journey would become clear

I wish you were here

To rest in my mind

I wish you were mine

I wish I could look into your eyes

Hear your hearts melody

Tear myself from this broken journey

Be with you my one and only

Unfortunately

We are on this broken journey

poem by Shami Giles
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The Philosophy Of This Journey.....

one leaves............takes a journey..............far...........farther away........

alone,

not stopping, longing, looking for more, but not really definite on what to look for,
it searches, passes by every town, takes the road, sees a row of trees,
a line of coasts,
it rains, there is flood in the river, you do not stop.........leaves again,
it shines in one place
sun is good,
clouds are as beautiful as one notices from time to time
by the window
of the bus, of the plane.......

one leaves, takes another journey, one knows what he is searching,
a glimpse, but not really definite still

along this journey
life becomes what it really is,

it is a passing wind that blows your hair
but none is taken away from you

not even a lock of hair, not even the scent in your skin.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Locksmith Of Hearts

(7/20/12)

I am a locksmith and I have a skeleton key
So turn and look and you may see me.
There are so many hearts that need repair
And with me the pains they share.

Every time a tear dropp falls from the pains
That they are in- I'll be there and I'll come in.
I will slowly wipe away the tears, and sweep
Away the pains, and when I'm finished
No more heartaches will remain

I have to work from rising to setting sun
It seems that my work is never really done.
I finish one and go to another
And it matters not, if they're young or old
When it comes it all unfolds.

So when you find yourself in that boat
" don't worry" -I'll teach you to cope.

poem by Louis Rams
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Early Works - Midnight Journey With My Love

As the big red ball
from the sky does fall
and evening does call,
I take a journey with my love
on a starlit bay
with a view of the Milky Way.
Brushing our fingers through the water
and listen as someone serenades
while a million violins
seem to play in the wind
as I take a journey,
a midnight journey with my love.
The leaves from the trees
fall gently on the water
as the golden moon
throws a cascade of colour
upon the bay
as I take a journey,
a midnight journey with my love.

Date unknown

Authors note:
This I think was written in the late 1960s. I wrote many pieces then with a great number of rhymes in them.

poem by David Harris
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Sometimes we fly together beyond the milky way

Sometimes
when you are the kite
I toss you over the clouds

And sometimes
when you don’t come down
you hold my breath for hours

Sometimes
when you are the wind
and I'm flung to a far frontier

you haul me home
in the nick of time
and I’m back in your atmosphere

Sometimes
when I reel you in
and I get to the end of the string

you look so strange
with stars in your eyes
and gems where your mouth should be

Sometimes

Ah, sometimes
we fly together
beyond the milky way

and we float
in the fabulous firmament
where God and the angels play

poem by Sean Joyce
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When You Don’t Come down You Hold My Breath for Hours

Sometimes
when you are the kite
and I toss you over the clouds
And sometimes
when you don’t come down
you hold my breath for hours

Sometimes
when you are the wind
and I'm flung to a far frontier
you haul me home
in the nick of time
and I’m back in your atmosphere

Sometimes
when I reel you in
and I get to the end of the string
you look so strange
with stars in your eyes
and gems where your mouth should be
Sometimes

Sometimes
we fly together
beyond the milky way
and we float
in the fabulous firmament
where God and the angels play

poem by Sean Joyce
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Architectural Thesis

There is a place
Dark and light
Visible and invisible
Where people come
Come to find themselves

Within this place are places
Formed by convoluted
And woven paths
Slippery and disappearing walls
Elements
Static
Moving
Freestanding and projecting
Where the senses are mixed
And in turmoil
Within this place are places
In the paths
In the ceilings
In the walls
And in the spaces
Threshold between structure
And space is blurred
No stasis
Sexes undivided
Races collided
This is the journey
To the place

There is order where one enters
Replete with the familiar
A rational decision point
Beyond this things are placed
Things are learned
Things are made
There are things to be seen
And heard
Here one feels
Here one experiences
Parts of the place

The divide is thin and long
A fragile skin
Supported by the journey
And the place
Inside spaces collapsed
From bending
And shifting planes

The divide is the edge
Between opposites
Death and life
Woman and man
Unknown and known
The divide is a link
Between the journey
And the place

poem by Buxton Shippy
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Unknown

This doubt is screaming in my face in this familiar place,
Sheltered and concealed
And if this night wont let me rest
Dont let me second guess what I know to be real
Put away all I know for tonight
And maybe I just might learn to let it go
Take my security from me and maybe finally I wont have to know everything
I am falling into grace to the unknown to where you are
And faith makes everybody scared its the unknown,
The dont-know that keeps me hanging on to you
I got nothing left to defend
I cannot pretend that everything makes sense
But does it really matter now if I do not know how to figure this thing out
I am against myself again trying to fit these pieces in walking on a cloud of dust to get to you

song performed by by Lifehouse
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Scared

I'm scared of life and what i'll become
I'm scared of not being able to go on
I'm scared of what will happen
I'm scared of your reaction
I'm scared of letting go
I'm scared of what i don't know
I'm scared of losing you
I'm scared of being used
I'm scared of being hurt beyond repair
I'm scared of whats out there
I'm scared and so alone
I'm scared and searching for a place to call home
Will you hold me and fight away my fears
Will you tell me it's gonna be okay and wipe away my tears
Will you hold my hand as i walk through the dark
Will you stay and not leave or break my heart
Will you be there to pick me up when i fall down
Because i really need someone right now

poem by Jean Pullman
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Lookin' For The Summer

Look deep into the April face
A change has clearly taken place
Looking for the summer
The eyes take on a certain gaze
And leave behind the springtime days
Go looking for the summer
This ain't no game of kiss and tell
The implications how you know so well
Go looking for the summer
The time has come and they must go
To play the passion out that haunts you so
Looking for the summer
Remember love how it was the same
We scratched and hurt each others growing pains
We were looking for the summer
And still I stand this very day
With a burning wish to fly away
I'm still looking
Looking for the summer

song performed by by Chris Rea
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Welcome Change

Change is inevitable,
But yet we fight it, just the same.

Change is essential to our evolution.

Change is going to happen,
In fact, it happens every day,
Maybe it is too small to see, or perhaps we would rather not see it.

We fight change, because we fight the unknown,
We fight the unknown, because we are scared,
Scared of change, scared of the unknown.

If we were to allow change to happen freely,
We might find solutions to the problems that exist around us,
But instead, we are hung - up on controlling everything around us.

Maybe this is the problem with the world today.
Everyone assumes control of everything and does not allow nature to run her course.

Maybe this is why, we have devastating fall out from Nature,
Natural catastrophic disasters, such as fire and flooding.

We fight change, therefore we are fighting nature and her natural being and her existence
in the world that she has created by God's hand and has graciously allowed us to be a
part of .

We should welcome change and allow nature to control our destiny.

Change is uncontrollable,
Change is inevitable,
Change is the unknown.

Nature takes pride in being one of life's illusive wonders, the unknown.

poem by Gina Whitacre
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Stormy

Stormy you are the sunshine, baby, whenever you smile
But I call you stormy today
All of a sudden that ol rain is fallin down
And my world is cloudy and gray
Youve gone away
Old stormy stormy
Old stormy stormy
Old stormy stormy
Old stormy stormy
Yesterdays love was alive, the warm summer breeze
But like the weather you changed
Now things are dreary, baby, windy and cold
And I stand alone in the rain
Callin out your name
Stormy stormy
Stormy stormy
Come back to me stormy
Stormy stormy
Bring back that sunny day
Guitar solo
Yesterdays love was alive, the warm summer breeze
But like the weather you changed
Now things are dreary, baby, windy and cold
And I stand alone in the rain
Callin out your name
Whoa! stormy
Stormy, come back to me stormy
Stormy, come back to me stormy
Come on home! stormy
Bring back that sunny day
Guitar solo 2

song performed by by Santana
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Fire Brothers

In the valley where the moons and lovers play live two children who were born on Saturday.
One was dark, one was fair, followed by the hawk, mothered by the mare.
Stranger children you will never see, brothers of the forest and the sea,
One was land, one was air, and they kept the fires burning there.
In a golden vessel and silver vase, kept them burning in the strange enchanted
place,
Kept them burning to the sky, for they knew someday the sun would die

song performed by by Quicksilver Messenger Service
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Are My Poems Finished/ And I Finished With Them?

ARE MY POEMS FINISHED/ AND I FINISHED WITH THEM?

Are my poems finished
And I finished with them?

Each day has a beauty of its own
Light, wind, trees, colors, flowers.

All I see
The cracks in the grey pavement before me.

The cool cool wind at my back
The prayer ahead.

Even this poem is not properly finished

And I a fool racing and rushing
Through another
Again and again and again.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Looking For The Summer

Look deep inside the april face
A change is clearly taking place
Looking for the summer
The eyes take on a certain gaze
And leave behind the springtime days
Go looking for the summer
This aint no game of kiss and tell
The implications how you know so well
Go looking for the summer
The time has come and they must go
To play the passion out that haunts you so
Looking for the summer
Remember love how it was the same
We scratched and hurt each others growing pains
We were looking for the summer
And still I stand this very day
With a burning wish to fly away
Im still looking, looking for the summer