Dreams
Chandeliers sputtered a flame
Sharp and slender like the footsteps
Moaning with the floorboard's slumber
This light held steadily its constant
Epicenter of proud undulations
Rocking an inebriated heart to sleep
Whilst the soul remained tethered
To contending against fear
With a hathful of daunted sneers
And flowers prancing for the winds
Of vicissitude's circles - eternal was
The quaint photographs left
Like all the phantoms that stroked
The brush from these palettes
Had it all been a long dream?
poem by Norman Santos
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Where Did You Sleep?
You pushed away your rocking chair
Your seven years of living
Choose to think it over, you could try
You held beauty on your knee
You felt you were so giving
You made one feel special, then goodbye
Now tell me where did you go?
A long way from me
Was it someone I know?
Search your soul
A long way from me
'Cos I need to know, how far you'd go
Where did you sleep?
Tell me who's gonna show
It's so in you're nature
To keep your face well hidden
Make a fox feel proud, you're so sly
Cannot play this game
My heart's tired, are we sinking?
You made me once feel special, say goodbye
Now tell me where did you go?
A long way from me
Was it someone I know?
Search your soul
A long way from me
'Cos I need to know, how far you'd go
Where did you sleep?
Tell me who's gonna show
INSTRUMENTAL
So push away you're rocking chair
That seven years of giving
No time to think it over, so don't try
Now tell me where did you go?
A long way from me
Was it someone I know?
Search your soul
A long way from me
'Cos I need to know, how far you'd go
Where did you sleep?
Tell me who's gonna show
Now tell me where did you go?
A long way from me
Was it someone I know?
Search your soul
A long way from me
'Cos I need to know, how far you'd go
Where did you sleep?
Tell me who's gonna show
Where did you sleep last night?
Where did you sleep last night?
song performed by by Texas
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Footsteps
Footsteps in the dark
Only love will break your heart
Footsteps, footsteps
Whenever trouble comes around
Or lonely nights lead underground
And far in the dark
Abandoned cars suddenly start up
An anxious sound
As long as I hear your footsteps
In the dark thats all I need
Footsteps in the dark
Only love will break your heart
Footsteps, footsteps
When loneliness induces fear
Like waves against a
Ramshackle pier
When thunder and rain
Scar the windowpane once again
I want you near
As long as I hear your footsteps
In the dark thats all I need
Im longing to see you
I want you, I need you
Like a child who feels afraid
Of the dark at night
Hoping to hear a gentle touch
Turning on a welcome light
As long as I hear your footsteps
In the dark thats all I need
As long as I hear your footsteps
In the dark thats all I need
Footsteps in the dark
Only love will break your heart
Footsteps, footsteps
Footsteps in the dark
Only love will break your heart
Footsteps, footsteps
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Poem to my Dad
11/22/82
by Emma Beverage
They left him there
Like an empty shell
An empty shell - silent - still
They left him there
So we could stare
So we could stare
At this hollow shell
It looked like my dad
Had gone to sleep
Sleep, sleep, eternal sleep
Sleep that made my family weep
And as I stared, this thought grew
Thoughts would never - again pass through
My daddy’s head
My daddy was dead
Someone had come to steal his soul
I heard his footsteps shuffling - slow
I heard his footsteps
When they took his soul.
poem by Emma Beverage
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Lullaby
My little one, sleep softly
Among the toys and flowers.
Sleep softly, O my first-born son,
Through all the long dark hours.
And if you waken far away
I shall be wandering too.
If far away you run and play
My heart must follow you.
Sleep softly, O my baby,
And smile down in your sleep.
Here are red rose-buds for your bed—
Smile, and I will not weep.
We made our pledge—you had no fear;
What then to fear have I?
Though long you sleep, I shall be near;
So hush—we must not cry.
Sleep softly, dear one, softly—
They cannot part us now;
Forever rest here on my breast,
My kiss upon your brow.
What though they hide a little grave
With dream-flowers false or true?
What difference? We will just be brave
Together—I and you.
poem by Harriet Monroe
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Watching Her Sleep
1-The Furrowed Brow
Sleep lies upon her face
of yesterday's worries
there remains a trace
A furrowed brow
surely out of place
disturbs the beauty
of her sleeping face
2-A Nightmare?
Would that one small kiss
fall into sleep's abyss
to save a dream amiss
or of your fears dismiss
3-Coup De Maitre (A stroke of a master)
You may a portrait be
God stroked His brush on thee
thy brow a subtlety
His art is Love to me
4-The Smile
From shadowed sleep,
a soft light leaps
5-Her baby
Thy loving heart n'er sleeps
A Mothers worry, forever keeps
6-Sunrise in Her Face
A mornings sun does place
about thy sleeping face
a wreath of flowers bright
to bid the moon goodnight
poem by George Vuyakovich
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Vicissitude II: Spring
The picador sun retires
And pants gloriously in his throne
His sweat quenched the drought;
Ocher turns to green and yellow
Marauding with the superfluity
Of palettes soused in nubile flowers—
A chateau of jaunty heraldries
And in the subterfuge of its alleys
I trampled in a quaint boudoir;
A loquacious room for a witling orchid
In the labyrinthine contours of the heather
I strife, I stride, I earnestly bristle
The verdure of saccharine spring time
But the pristine panoramic scene
Diverges a tatterdemalion man
Lost in dainty blossoming days
So I sifted through the prairies,
Ran across turfs, knolls, and valleys,
And slumber with a wilting orchid
The maelstrom of iridescent petals
That dabs the flagellating thorns
Oscillates like the sun and moon
With soporific lulls and inebriated
Pangs of melancholia in gnarls
Chagrined by the superfluity
Foreboding the dawn of debauchery
In the bosom of a redolent spring
poem by Norman Santos
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Who Can Ascend
Who can ascend God’s holy hill?
Who can call God his friend?
Who can declare he’s done God’s will
And so his soul defend
Can you with heart and soul deny?
That sin has held your hand
So innocent you’ll never die
As God has always planned
Can you stand Jesus face to face?
Stand eye to eye with light
Declare your life’s so full of grace
In robes of brilliant white
Have you a soul so dazzling clean
A heart so rich and sure
That nothing can enter in between
Revealing ought impure
If yes is not your answer friend
If one of them is no
Then help you need before the end
Before to sleep you go
You need God’s Flame to burn inside
God’s Son to stand you by
Accept God’s Lamb for you has died
Before my friend you die
With God there is no darkness there
With God there is no night
No lie will live nor have a share
Where God displays His Light
No place for sin no place for shame
No place for flesh is made
Eternal stands The Righteous Flame
Who’s radiance cannot fade
poem by Michael P. Johnson
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My Lullaby (Song)
Close your eyes
Go to sleep.
Find your soul
In arms I'll keep
Dream you Little dark Dream
In your eyes
There's a glow
See your dreams
Now you know
Dream you Little dark Dreams
See your dreams
Come alive
Watch them dance
Through your eyes
Dream you Little dark Dreams
Coming now into eternal
Slumber, Sleep your Life's infernal
Lies called dreams within our sorrow
Never waking for tomorrow
Bow your head
Lay on down
Wipe your tears
Do not frown
Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream
Dream you Little dark Dreams
Tonight.
poem by Sans Serif
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Butterfly bliss
‘Buterfly, these words
From my brush are not flowers
Only their shadows’ (Soseki)
butterfly heart I think you are
born to spread a butterfly kiss
brush stroked in heaven resting benign
to thrill beside your Creator’s bliss
butterfly wing I think you are
more tender than any of the hues
poured down the rainbows into my soul
into all the colours of my blues
butterfly deep do lift me up
and let me hear your voice
this is why we both were born
to fly and sing and to rejoice
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Mutability - II.
I.
The flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow dies;
All that we wish to stay
Tempts and then flies.
What is this world’s delight?
Lightning that mocks the night,
Brief even as bright.
II.
Virtue, how frail it is!
Friendship how rare!
Love, how it sells poor bliss
For proud despair!
But we, though soon they fall,
Survive their joy, and all
Which ours we call.
III.
Whilst skies are blue and bright,
Whilst flowers are gay,
Whilst eyes that change ere night
Make glad the day;
Whilst yet the calm hours creep,
Dream thou—and from thy sleep
Then wake to weep.
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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The Grave of Her Secrets
The night fell upon you
Like a dead cold starlight
Flickering in daunted sputters
Your love found its heart: fear
And you are saddled again
In the cradle of your eternal burden
But do not let the night
Be the thief of your beautiful life
In spite of your apprehension
His arms never grew tired
This is the long haul and you
Will never perish in our dreams
Sybella: the lady of secrets,
You are yourself an enigma -
A bewilderment that shall be freed
With hopes of the future
Step into the light, dance.
Let the bones knit themselves
And live now completely
And let your shadow dance
Whilst you emancipate yourself
Bury the night and paint
Your sky with your own palette
Tonight, forgive yourself and
Reckon that you are only fenced
By the abundance of love.
Start anew,
Sep into the light,
Dance, dearest Sybella.
poem by Norman Santos
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A Spanish Love Song
From Andalusian gardens
I bring the rose and rue,
And leaves of subtle odour,
To weave a gift for you.
You’ll know the reason wherefore
The sad is with the sweet;
My flowers may lie, as I would,
A carpet for your feet!
The heart—the heart is constant;
It holds its secret, Dear!
But often in the night time
I keep awake for fear.
I have no hope to whisper,
I have no prayer to send,
God save you from such passion!
God help you from such end!
You first, you last, you false love!
In dreams your lips I kiss,
And thus I greet your Shadow,
“Take this, and this, and this!”
When dews are on the casement,
And winds are in the pine,
I have you close beside me—
In sleep your mouth is mine.
I never see you elsewhere;
You never think of me;
But fired with fever for you
Content I am to be.
You will not turn, my Darling,
Nor answer when I call;
But yours are soul are body
And love of mine and all!
You splendid Spaniard! Listen—
My passion leaps to flame
For neck and cheek and dimple,
And cunning shades of shame!
I tell you, I would gladly
Give Hell myself to keep,
To cling to, half a moment,
The lips I taste in sleep.
poem by Henry Kendall
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Paradise
I feel you trying
Though in my heart
I know youre lying
And though your love
For me is dying
I see you crying
Its the pain of your secret heart
Bringing you to tears
Filling you with fears
For your mind and for your soul
I touch you softly now
Borne on by hope
Until the end somehow
I am a man and I must keep my vow
I must go on
But the wall of your secret heart
Keeps my distance clear
Helps my footsteps fall
Back in line inside my mind
Whats the use you turned me loose
And left me here to cry
Wheres the love we talked about
Wheres my sunny sky
Secret hearts and sorry tales
Will never help love grow
Spread your wings my daunted soul
The time has come to go
I will not be hurried down
Or blackened by your lies
I must go and find my dream
And live in paradise
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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The Sad Mother
Sleep, sleep, my beloved,
without worry, without fear,
although my soul does not sleep,
although I do not rest.
Sleep, sleep, and in the night
may your whispers be softer
than a leaf of grass,
or the silken fleece of lambs.
May my flesh slumber in you,
my worry, my trembling.
In you, may my eyes close
and my heart sleep.
poem by Gabriela Mistral
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Phalanx of Doorways
As we resigned into our sleep
and tossed on our disparate sides
we close our weary eyes
and descended into shadows
slathered with doubt and fear
from a life-long dream
that leaked into our reality
In the void terrain
of lifted unconsciousness
these flustered feet
meander with klutz speed
along a phalanx of doorways
searching for my way back
into your ajar impasse
And in this insatiable alley
I make myself a labyrinth
where every silhouette
are prancing beacons
and every noise is
a superfluous reverie,
I rivet myself into my circles
like a planet out of gravity.
poem by Norman Santos
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The Opium Of The Heart
The night, the open sky
A dance of stars
Beautifully pleasing
An artistry feeds the soul
All is taken in complete
Not a single vision left
Each morsel of thought
Savoured to memory
The warmth of the bed
Holds gently to a slumber
Into the good night
Tired eyes close, remember
The dance of stars
The artistry felt and known
The thought found, kept
And sleep now calls
A dream of another
Held in beautiful thought
A dance to the soul
All the heart could wish for
Could ever ask to find
Is to sleep and awake
Beside another seen in an artists eye
There lays the one to love
To live and share in life
To know completely
Beneath the dance of stars
Love is the opium of the heart
poem by Matthew Holloway
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A Sleep of Dreams
Travelled road ~ rough and worn
I've walked with ease on many morn
Down your path of known delights
I've trodden through on many nights
To sleep a dreamless sleep
My footsteps echo not within
Within the paths where I have been
Oh, how I crave my soul's respite
To dream of life within this night
To sleep a sleep of dreams
Oh, travelled road ~ you're all I've known
But fever deep inside has grown
To walk the walk that others might
And realize a dream tonight
To sleep a sleep of dreams
This trodden path is worn and long
Each day does bring a seasoned song
That's sung till light has turned to night
And dulls the life with no delight
To sleep a dreamless sleep
I see a field of emerald green
No foot has passed ~ nor ever been
Down unseen path toward dawning light
I'll stay until the sweetest night
To sleep my sleep of dreams....
poem by Hazelmarie Elliott
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The Fire And Shadows Born
In the dark of the vesper perched
upon your slumbering eyes
together with the undulating songs of the wind
revered by the famished clocks
awaiting for a chance to slowly fade
from its constant sways of a surmised waltz;
I found the sibilant embers,
the erratic ignition of flames seethes,
and sputters like a fork of lightning
blazing from the lamentations while feigning
calm behind the obdurate clouds
and with every elusive instigation of
the fulminating light upon your immortal night
I descried what lies behind the persiennes -
Your childhood still and silent but
waiting for peace in agog quivering
running and shoving and marauding haplessly
through the turbulence of a fire and the angst of its smoke
to stand in the stare of the eye of it,
the very epicenter of the hailing tragedy.
Scathed and countless, footsteps marched
in the verisimilitude of a thousand yesterday,
a thousand jeopardy - through and through
you averted the gaping door
daunted of the ablaze light - red, white
garish, ashen, mad and rasping
you regressed back to your bed in the semblance
of an open palm of the earth waiting for
the futile white roses to be tossed, ready to shut close
for in the end of the radiance everything would incinerate
to traverse their own roads towards demise
like the birds brimming the vacuous sky
flying for their own sculled weather
to perch and succumb to oblivion and ecstasy
with their own lunar phases; and isn't it
better to close the eyes in the dark
knowing that you will not be left out
by the foliage of abundant shadows and
the echoing of their footsteps
that in your shabby heaven was sent to abeyance?
poem by Norman Santos
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A Tongue Of Fire
I hauled a match stick out
From its metronomic slumber
And strike it against its house
It ignited, flickered and sputtered
Until a tongue of fire stabilizes
Descanting the lugubrious serenade
That dislimns the fix of planets
And to taste the sulfuric savor of life
It kissed the wick of a candle
It shared its sagacity
And snooped around him
And decided that it was
Too harsh to reside
In this ubiquitous darkness
He folded his flame,
Seethed for euthanasia
Then died away
Whilst the candle cradled
Its brand new glow with pride
Cautiously in a frail bassinet
But a wishful whisper blew
Into its very skeleton
Vulnerably naked and hapless
It shivered and cringed
The tongue of fire was gone
Devoured by an innocuous gesture
With all the unheeded wishes
Into the sepulchral fathoms
And the world shriveled
From its sanguine glow
The candle melted tears
From the incredulous life giving
But light is ephemeral
While darkness is eternal
And its life will
Never come back.
poem by Norman Santos
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Footsteps
Footsteps approach.
In my heart there is reproach.
Is it good or is it bad?
The uncertanty in this drives me mad.
Are they coming to kill me, or take me grand?
To higher plaines I never planned.
I hope it's not the footsteps of the damned.
To crush my soul with eternal cold.
The footsteps now grow very bold.
Inside I'm feeling dreads not told.
What will these footsteps hold?
I'll soon find out.
They're quite close now.
poem by Michael McParland
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