The Stream
The Stream of Consciousness.
A laughing clown filled the heavenly screen, a grin full of malice.
Behind him bearded men were eating children, wine and blood
ran down their chests, they were having the time of their life.
Democracy is great they chanted: freedom to exploit the weak
and poor. They were friendly offered me a child’s soft arm and
thigh, But I shook my head and walked on I had to find my way
home. And there it was shining red on a hill in afternoon light.
The apartment block had no entrance rope hung from windows,
my flat was on the third floor. I tried to climb up it was vital for
me to get home, but half way up I lost the grip, too feeble,
I slid down and my hands burst into flames, I put my hands into
a bucket of water that turned into wine, which I coolly drank.
A fire engine hasted by I tried to hail it to borrow their ladder,
but they had no time to stop so many other fires breaking out.
I walked to the everlasting river, sat on a stone and listened to
Its universal language. Then I let go and became the river.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Back up the Hill
As I walked down to the river today
I met a man with no legs in a chair
we spoke about life and he stood tall in a way
as I walked down to the river
As I walked on I met a blind girl
who gave me directions just over the hill
for someone like me who was lost she could see
as I walked on to the river
Down by the banks I met a small child
whose mother and father had recently died
and he splashed around with a heartful of life
down by the banks of the river
As I looked in the river I saw a young man
a reflection of me if you understand
who thought he would end it as he coudn't cope
as I looked into the river
Considering the people I met on the way
they didn't give up I heard myself say
and though I believed that I'd been through the mill
I laughed at the river, and walked back up the hill.
poem by Charles M. Moore
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The River Sings
The river sings
A voice rises above
Fairer than the water, rings
I know you well
For the river has told
All there is to tell
It sung of a maiden
Fair as the water’s song
Her heart heavy laden
Though she sang
Her song was sorrowed
In voice the sadness rang
No words were needed
The river knew
Her voice it heeded
She walked alone
Her gaiety was lost
River, her only home
She listened to the water
Telling a story
Calling her River Daughter
The river sang, through day and night
Sang for her, the only listener
She joined the song, through dark and light
She called to her lover
Come free me!
Called with song and river
poem by Rachel Harris
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The River of Blood
It’s the river of blood
Initiated by the enemies of God
And when advised too or told to stop
They just give you the nod
The nod of ignorance and cruelty
The nod of no life and no feel
As they are told about they’re evilness
They believe that none of it is real
It’s the river of blood
That flows down a dark and red stream
And as I dip my hand in, it feels like sour, bitter cream
It’s the river of blood
The river of cruelty and pain
The river of blood
The river that flows in vain
The river that will never end
The river full of the dead
The river where they remain silently hopeless
The river where the majority of them bled
It’s this river of blood where I inject my power and strength from
It’s this river full of blood where my victory will soon come
The river of blood, the river that will soon contain me
It’s this river where my blood has long sought to be
The river of blood that shall soon end with an atrocious fight
The river of blood, the river that will no longer stay at sight.
poem by Marria Attar
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These Are The Days
These are the days of the endless summer
These are the days, the time is now
There is no past, theres only future
Theres only here, theres only now
Oh your smiling face, your gracious presence
The fires of spring are kindling bright
Oh the radiant heart and the song of glory
Crying freedom in the night
These are the days by the sparkling river
His timely grace and our treasured find
This is the love of the one magician
Turned the water into wine
These are days of the endless dancing and the
Long walks on the summer night
These are the days of the true romancing
When Im holding you oh, so tight
These are the days by the sparkling river
His timely grace and our treasured find
This is the love of the one great magician
Turned water into wine
These are the days now that we must savour
And we must enjoy as we can
These are the days that will last forever
Youve got to hold them in your heart.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Perhaps I Will Never More See Him
Perhaps I will never more see him we shook hands in saying goodbye
He seems to be getting quite feeble he turned seventy four last July
He suffers of asthma and emphysema the years on him are taking toll
Time does not wait for anybody and growing old is beyond our control,
A generous and kind hearted old fellow and one who
has a 'heart of gold'
And wise in the ways of the World 'tis sad to see him growing frail and old
I am leaving soon for to live elsewhere and him I may never more meet
The old bloke who lives in the one room flat in the retirement Village off of the Main Street
On shaking hands with him in parting the tears I struggled to contain
Perhaps this goodbye is forever and perhaps I won't see him again
He smiled and said see you soon I answered surely at such a time one has to pretend
For his sake I hid from him the way I was feeling to me he is such a dear friend
I must say he looks rather feeble and is showing every one of his years
We shook hands and as I walked homewards my eyes misted over with tears.
poem by Francis Duggan
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First Kiss
Blind dates were not the norm for you, yet it worked out that way...
So I dressed up in all things new in hopes I looked O.K.
And so it was that we first met, shook hands, all smiles and grins
Still asking what the Fates had set as our blind date begins...
The restaurant turned out first class - our meal was well prepared.
Your finger paused, caressed your glass... I wondered if you cared.
You laughed at jokes made up in haste and ate contentedly...
The wine was excellent to taste and mellowed just like me...
I walked you home beneath the stars that twinkled like your eyes -
In time we knew this date would pass though it had been so nice!
Outside your door I shook your hand yet sighed so sad to part!
I prayed that you could understand the hopes within my heart!
You turned to go, my heart stood still - I breathed not in or out!
Then you turned back! We shared the thrill and kissed away all doubt!
Thus love was born, made manifest... acknowledged by our lips
And by the way we felt so blessed - hearts, toes and fingertips!
When I walked home I walked on air! My mind still in a dream!
I thought you were beyond compare - we're now a kissing team!
From that first kiss we've seen love grow to blossom like the rose...
God gave us light then watched it glow, recorded now in prose...
poem by Denis Martindale
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I Am Your Instrument Lord
(9/25/12)
I am but an instrument in thy hands
How I am to be used - I may not understand.
You are my doctor and the surgeon in my life
You will cut out the bad, and make things right.
You are the blood that gives me life
And thru you - I'll see paradise.
I became like a wanderer lost in the desert
With nothing in sight.
But you became my guiding light.
You became my water and my food
And strengthened me every step of the way
And showed me how to pray.
I was like an empty pitcher of wine
Till you filled me up with your light divine.
Now I pour out like the wine on that wedding day
Where you turned water into wine
And your words pour out of me in verse and rhyme.
These words can not be mine for I have not
the knowledge - nor the skill, but I am
Your instrument, my words your will.
Lead me LORD on this road that you have chosen
Let this be '' MY TAPESTRY" that you have woven.
© L. RAMS
poem by Louis Rams
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Tir Na Nog
We were standing in the kingdom
And by the mansion gate
We stood enraptured by the silence
As the birds sang their heavenly song
In tir na nog
We stopped in the church of ireland
And prayed to our father
And climbed up the mountainside
With fire in our hearts
And we walked all the way to tir na nog
I said with my eyes that
I recognized your chin
It was my long lost friend
To help me from another lifetime
We took each others hands and cried
Like a river when we said hello
And we walked to tir na nog
We made a big connection
On a golden autumn day
We were standing in the garden wet with rain
And our souls were young again
In tir na nog
And outside the storm was raging
Outside jerusalem
We drove in our chariots of fire
Following the big sun in the west
Going up, going up, to
Tir na nog
You came into my life
And you filled me and you filled me
Oh so joyous
By the clear cool crystal streams
Where the roads were quiet and still
And we walked all the way
To tir na nog
How can we not be attached
After all were only human
The only way then is to never come back
Except I wouldnt want that would you
If we werent together again
In tir na nog
Weve been together before
In a different incarnation
And we loved each other then as well
And we sat down in contemplation
Many many many times you kissed mine eyes
In tir na nog
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Carry Me (a River)
carry me (a river)
carry me a river
take i there, by the river
let the cool breeze wash away the pain
from within me not in vain
carry me a river
where the sweet melodies of the birds reign
the birds in a singing mood so plain
wipe off my mind from the railing train
and carry me over yonder to clear my brain
as you carry me a river
carry me a river
by the river side
the pebbles and the bubbles
clear as water by the stream
as you carry me a river
told me the best poor surrogate of wisdom is pride
but intelligence and self trust will avoid troubles
not even in your dream
carry me a river
in touch with i roots
in my gideon boots
and some khaki suites
carry me a river
to dream a better me
and look back to see
the horizon by sundown
lost but not a clown
with my thinking crown
i stood up to go back-a town
next time
carry me a river on time
though you carry me there for some time
but next time
carry me a river on time
® ntema, o.p.
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poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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To-Em-Meps ‘The Unmoving Cloud
I
The clouds have gathered, and gathered,
and the rain falls and falls,
The eight ply of the heavens
are all folded into one darkness,
And the wide, flat road stretches out.
I stop in my room toward the East, quiet, quiet,
I pat my new cask of wine.
My friends are estranged, or far distant,
I bow my head and stand still.
II
Rain, rain, and the clouds have gathered,
The eight ply of the heavens are darkness,
The flat land is turned into river.
'Wine, wine, here is wine!'
I drink by my eastern window.
I think of talking and man,
And no boat, no carriage, approaches.
III
The trees in my east-looking garden
are bursting out with new twigs,
They try to stir new affection,
And men say the sun and moon keep on moving
because they can't find a soft seat.
The birds flutter to rest in my tree,
and I think I have heard them saying,
'It is not that there are no other men
But we like this fellow the best,
But however we long to speak
He can not know of our sorrow.'
poem by Ezra Pound
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Home Again
Where is she going - ooh, she looks like shes lost
Wont someone help her - somebody give her a hand
Shes got such sweet eyes - look like theyve seen too much
Knew someone like here - nobody helped, but shes
Home again...home again...home again
Where are you going - to see a crazy old man
What will he tell you - hell tell me where Im going
What will you do then - I might just quit my job
What will you do then - Im gonna find my way
Home again...home again...home again
(chorus)
(wherere we going, wherere we going, home again,
Were home again, were home)
Where is he going - why does he walk that way
Sticking his chest out - what is he trying to say
Hes got charisma - but when hes all alone
He curls up in a ball - and wishes that he was
Home again...home again...home again
Where are we going - why do we feel so small
Alone and helpless - in this big crazy world
Looking for something - thats so hard to describe
But just like children - going along for the
Ride again...ride again...ride again
(chorus)
Well, aint that something - guess I lost my head
Must have took a wrong turn - when I got outa bed
Ended up on the wrong street - wrong side of town
People here are the wrong type - theyve got me down
Im eating the wrong food - drinkin the wrong wine
Cant hardly see straight - cant walk the line
Shakin all the wrong hands - makin the wrong talk
Steppin on the wrong feet - every time I walk
(chorus)
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Thne Ascent
The Ascent.
I walked on the vast plateau the everlasting wind of time had blown away
the sand and exposed millions of skeletons and the memory of man from
whence his brain was the size of a peanut. It is bigger now, filled with
images of pornography and war. I came to an oasis, but its water was full
of coagulated blood, but I must drink it or explode into atoms at dawn.
Stronger I walked on, crushing ancient rib cages gleaming in moonlight.
A vast iceberg blocked my way it sparkled as a diamond, decorated with
religious promises of salvation, but I had to climb up and over it if I wanted
to know what was on its other side; emptiness or the final axiom?
Since I’m human, and have no choice, I reluctantly began my ascent.
My hands were cold and my heart fearful.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Walking the river
You looked into the eye
of that white hot sun
and found something there
that spoke to your soul,
in your heart and mind
you heard a voice
and thought about the Creator
of the river, sun and sky
and left your car
at the river’s edge
and into the water you went.
That big black great loving dog
was with you
and it was just river and sun
and you walked on
into the water
over boulders, stumbling
over rocks
barefoot and naked
walked through pools
and felt like Eve
and for a time were free
from the burdens of life.
At first your hound
splashed out in front
but later like a shadow
was bound to you,
protecting, guarding
and caring
with wide open brown eyes,
sharp white fangs
and it didn’t understand
where you were going
but loved you more
than to bother about that
or food or heat.
At times it barked
and sometimes it growled,
but nobody dared to get near
and while the shadows draw out
you walked on
right into the night
looking up at the bright stars
and followed the full moon
rising up big and yellow
in that dark sky.
l’Envoi
You heard that river’s song
and just walked on
catching the splashing
and the murmur
over shelves of rock
into some ponds
and somehow during the next day
people found you
who had commonsense
and was sensible
and they helped you
and took care of your dog
and your feet were pierced,
had some blisters
and there were scratches
on your legs
and still the river flows
on to somewhere
and now you are back here.
poem by Gert Strydom
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In The Beloved's Street
In the beloveds street I lost my heart
Lost from my home and into the street
The mad man of the town
The laughter of the people
My form is lost
My address is gone
My memories are faded
I was once
A man of form
My home elegant
And now
Children stone at me
My garment torn
In selfless agony
Away from the confines of time and space
In ultimate union
Of the beloveds imagination
In the confines of those serpentine curves
Under the shadows of those dark hairs
The wine, heavenly wine
Pouring from the unending beauty
Lost in that mystery
The joyful existence
O love
What hath thou cast on me
poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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I Lost It
I had a hundred dollar ring in my hand
So weak and tired I could barely stand
From bein up all night praying shed say yes
So with a hopeful heart I hit one knee
With a tear in her eye she looked at me
It was the moment of truth, I was scared to death.
My life hung on what that tear meant
Then she smiled at me, and I lost it...
Chorus
No one can make me cry, make me laugh
Make me smile or drive me mad, like she does
Its like a curse that is the cure
Better or worse, one things for sure
Its real love
And I dont know what Id do if I lost it
Well the honeymoon ended and life began
Jobs and bills, losing touch with friends
And that apartment got smaller everyday
Then one night the walls finally closed in
I came home late, she said where have you been
You used to call and tell me youre on your way
She said if this is how its gonna be then I quit
She walked out the door, I lost it...
Chorus 1x:
I picked myself up off the floor
She walked back through the door
We made love like it was the first time
Chorus 1x:
Oh if I lost it (if I lost it)
I dont wanna lose it...
song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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Another clown
the clown with red nose
the clown with green ears
the clown with yellow cheeks
the clown with webbed feet
the children don’t like the clowns
all clowns
all the children are scared by all clowns
the child with orange hairs
the child with blue eyes
the child with pink smiles
the child with wide eyes
the clown don’t like the children
all children
all the clowns want to kill all children
the clown get back at home
He shouts: I hate the children
then he eats the soup of day
quietly smiling
the child get back at home
He shouts: I hate the clowns
then he eats the soup of day
quietly smiling
But the worst is forthcoming:
one child among one million
will become a clown
Me I am not a child
I am not a clown and
I do not like the soup
luckily
all sad stories have an end
and here I write a full stop
poem by Jean Francois Le Goff
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Just Like That :
Until that day
My life had been a river
Following the same, pre-destinated course
Suddenly detouring so unexpectedly
With uncompromising forces
My strongholds broke down all too easily
I remember well
How it did embarrass me
I hung on to his every smile
Marveled at his style
Chorus
Just like that
He walked into my house
As smug as a cat
He was handsome and smart
Walked away with my heart
Just like that
He found a temporary home in my flat
Telling innocent lies
Throwing dust in my eyes
But I led him on
Knowing that someday soon hed be gone
Just like that
As though he only stopped awhile for a chat
But my secrets he learned
Leaving no stone unturned
And once again, the rivers flowing slowly
Following the same and uneventful course
Now the tears have dried
Its become a pleasant break
I recall without remorse
But now and then
I wonder where he is
And I will admit
He had something that I miss
I guess he was a rolling stone
The only one Ive known
Repeat chorus
song performed by by ABBA
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Big Tomato Meets Big Toe
Little did Big Tomato know,
she would meet Mr. Big Toe.
She did not know that Big Toe
had a radio show.
The radio show was called
“Big Toe Wants To Know”
Big Tomato walked through the door, ,
knowing she had an interview at 4.
Waiting in the lobby remembering what to say,
she bumped into doll Melodie Mezoree’.
“Wow, it’s Melodie Mezoree’ how are you today? ”
“Oh great nice to see you Big Tomato,
I was just on the radio show! ”
Big Tomato replied, “I will talk about how I can fly-
how I can fly way up in the sky.”
Then Big Toe walked in,
he was happy to see Big Tomato with a grin.
Both of them shook hands,
and Big Tomato talked and sang,
on the mic behind the stand.
It was Big Tomato’s big day,
every child listened to what she had to say.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Big Tomato Meets Big Toe
Little did Big Tomato know,
she would meet Mr. Big Toe.
She did not know that Big Toe
had a radio show.
The radio show was called
“Big Toe Wants To Know”
Big Tomato walked through the door, ,
knowing she had an interview at 4.
Waiting in the lobby remembering what to say,
she bumped into doll Melodie Mezoree’.
“Wow, it’s Melodie Mezoree’ how are you today? ”
“Oh great nice to see you Big Tomato,
I was just on the radio show! ”
Big Tomato replied, “I will talk about how I can fly-
how I can fly way up in the sky.”
Then Big Toe walked in,
he was happy to see Big Tomato with a grin.
Both of them shook hands,
and Big Tomato talked and sang,
on the mic behind the stand.
It was Big Tomato’s big day,
every child listened to what she had to say.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Faculty
Convertible faculty on a universal emblem,
It can be done and expresses as needed;
But the movement of the amoeba is all that i know.
Of the captivity of your muse and,
Of the ignorance of the history around us;
Today we've taken weapons to kill ourselves and,
We've lost this rich land called earth.
This rich land and this rich love,
This rich sea and this rich valley,
And a river came out of Eden to water the garden;
But of a faculty to acquire degrees that had led us to war!
Chisel out two stone tablets and,
Come up to me on the mountain of love;
And like the first time of your love,
You are the bone of my bones and the flesh of my flesh.
I have seven daughters and,
Of the bucket among the reeds!
But a ravenous wolf devours the foe and,
I am here to stay the night with you.
The delights of the hills and the delights of my love,
And like the sweeping floor of the river beside you;
But a ravenous wolf divided the plunder and,
I am here to stay the night with you.
Forty days of embalmment and seventy days of mourning,
Wash my garments in wine and my rose in the blood of grapes!
Because i am tethering my donkey to the vine of love and,
I will lay down with my faculty in peace.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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