The Sun Still Rises
The sun still rises in dawn display,
The moon still traverses the sky
And earth spin from night to day.
The oceans still toss spumes of spray,
I still breath, heart still beat,
Blood course inexorably on its way.
But my world has frozen, stilled,
A photographic unthawed moment,
Etched in acid that cannot move on.
Is this the glaciated shock of death?
That numbs, immobilizes thought.
And eyes once warm and loving
Turned to mirrors of hardened water.
To pour these bitter salted tears.
To ask why the sun still rises?
Oct 21st 1995
P H Brookes Copyright 2011
poem by Paul Brookes
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Purple Evening
I breathe you in as we kiss.
Your hair smells of moor
The tang of peat.
Fresh.
Of the heather, wildness.
The close purple of evening
Slowly creeps across the sky.
We take each others hands
And slowly walk into the moon.
The becks sound a watery serenade.
We seem float on the early mist
Which rises as the earth loses heat,
But we are warmed by our love.
Insulated from the chill, content.
April 2009
P H Brookes Copyright 2011
poem by Paul Brookes
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Sun rises and all wake up
The Sun rises and all wake up
And engaged in their works
The Sun rises and knowledge spread
Smile entire creation
The Sun rises and eyes opened
The sun rises and sucks water
To return the same in multiple colors
The sun is the soul of entire world.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Individually
That roasting night
when honeyed moon hung high
weaving a humming sound
I spoke to clouds.
It happens every night,
when smoke rises to discover the pain
of a falling star.
I start making a god from earth and water.
The colors will come from golden tears
and eaten heart.
From wooden legs and black widows,
from an embattled dream.
The day rises with the mute songs
of unread thoughts.
You reach your otherself
by a back door of hunger.
poem by Satish Verma
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Dust Moon
How long have I been running far far away from you
As many miles as I've gone
Still the darkness comes on
There will be a crimson moon tonight
Dust moon rises...your face haunts me so
Dust moon rises...sanity leaving me soon
I still see your blood on the face of the moon
Your face haunts me, nothing clear now
Dust moon has risen
Bloody, mocking moon
Daylight seems lifetimes away, eternal midnight
Keep running away
Dust moon has risen...haunting me so
Dust moon rises...sanity, leaving me so soon?
I still see your face on the blood of the moon
And when the dust moon rests his weary head
And the sunshine begins to rise
Will I still be here or will I be dead
Is the dawn of a new day just a lie?
Poor Fools
Poor fools we are-
We cannot seem to touch.
Although we are so near
A heart beat apart,
But we are walled off
Each in our cell of misery.
We built this wall high.
Cemented it with our tears.
Set each brick with pain.
Disected our love.
Sliced it into a thousand pieces;
Cut each other with cruel words.
Until it withered - died.
And we are left with dust.
P H Brookes Copyright 2011
poem by Paul Brookes
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Early Works - Near The Close Of Day
The crimson sunset breezes
dawn lines across the water
as dinghies nudge their moorings
in the quiet of the evening.
We sit in stillness on a hillside
the world beneath our feet
a closing day before us
seems all within our reach.
The last forays of gulls,
across the quiet waters
way beneath our feet,
as time stand still around us.
The creatures of the daylight
find a place to sleep
we watch the beauty before us
change moment to moment.
Shadows creep across the landscape
near the closing of the day
soon night will be upon us
and the moon will send shafts of silver.
Across the stilled waters of our little bay,
we will retire to ours beds
and wait for the coming day
whose sunshine again
will warm the ground.
21 July 1995
poem by David Harris
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Joy Will Return
When in a pit of deep despair
And no light pierces the dark.
Remember there will be a day
When joy will return.
When hopeless tears are shed
And life seems bitter, dead.
Remember there will be a day
When joy will return
When days seem drear and sad
And you feel you'll never laugh.
Remember there will be a day
When joy will return.
Then suddenly the day will dawn
And you give that first guilty laugh.
You will know deep inside,
Though won't admit,
Joy has returned
P H Brookes Copyright 2011
poem by Paul Brookes
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Looking for Water
Still the leaves are spinning 'round
Take my hand as we go down, and down, and down
Looking for water
Well, our light's gone in a New York minute
Don't know about you, but my heart's not in it
(Looking, looking, looking)
I'm looking for water
I'm looking for water
(Looking, looking, looking)
I can't breathe the air, can't raise a fact
'Cause all we've got left is a beat in the night, and I'm
(Looking for water)
Looking for water
(Looking for water)
(Looking, looking)
Take my hand as we go down, and down
Leave it all behind, nothing could be found
(I'm, looking for water)
I'm looking for water
(Looking for water)
(Looking, looking)
(I, looking for water)
Looking everywhere
(Looking for water)
Looking here and there
(I'm looking for water)
I'm looking for water
(Looking for water)
(Looking, looking)
I can't live in this cage, I can't eat this candy
The edge of the earth to the spin in my head
The look in your eyes and never means never
The dawn's early light, baby, dark is forever
(Looking, looking)
(Looking, looking)
(Looking for water)
(Looking, looking)
I
(Looking for water)
(Looking for water)
(Looking, looking)
I
(Looking for water)
(Looking for water)
(Looking, looking)
I
(Looking for water)
(Looking for watter)
Looking, looking)
I
(Looking for water)
(Looking for watter)
Looking, looking)
I
(Looking for water)
(Looking for watter)
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I Failed
I failed to love you as I ought,
To see you as you were,
But it wasn't what I thought
A beauty wild and pure.
I should have seen the painful eyes
And heard the weary sighs,
And what I thought was true
Were just decietful lies.
So now I say I'm sorry
Even though it is to late,
And hope that you are happy
Gone to a better fate.
P H Brookes Copyright 2011
poem by Paul Brookes
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Thats When Ill Be Gone
Ohhhhh hey yaaaa
Mamma oh ohohoh
Girl you dont think really know me
But youre afraid to trust me
Stop doubting my intentions
Why? why dont you believe me
There must be something, that you dont wanna metion
I said I shouted from the mountain top
My never ending love thats what youve got
When the sun dont shine
And the moon wont glow
When the rain dont fall
When the wind dont blow
When the earth wont spin
And youre standing still
Thats when Ill be gone
I aint going nowhere
Not if you wont be there
I aint going nowhere without you
You, youre my inspiration
My only motivation
I have I never needed
Dreams, you know I got one baby.
You and me forever
Let me just repeat it
I told you , you can always count on me
What can I do to get your mind at eaze.
When the rivers dry
And the oceans part(oceans part)
When theres not one beat
In a single heart (single heart)
And thats when I will stop
Stop loving you
Thats when Ill be gone
When the rivers dry
And the oceans part or pond (oceans part or pond)
When theres not one fear
In a single heart (single heart)
And thats when Ill stop
Stop loving you
Thats when Ill be gone
I aint going nowhere
Not if you wont be there
I aint going nowhere without you
When the stars disappear
Thats when I wont be near or there
I knew the day I saw you
Ill alwayz be there for you
Make no mistake and or baby thats when love is here
Ohh ohh wooo yea yea yeaaaa
When the sun dont shine
And the moon wont glow
When the rain dont fall
When the wind dont blow
When the earth wont spin
And youre standing still
Thats when Ill be gone (thats when Ill be gone)
I aint going nowhere
Not if you wont be there
I aint going nowhere without you
When the rivers dry
And the oceans part (oceans part)
When theres not one fear
In a single heart (single heart)
And thats when Ill stop
Stop loving you
Thats when Ill be gone
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NEW Breath Of Life
I look has the sun rises to bring the end of a cold night
The breeze of the morning sun wakes up the world
But there are parts that don’t get touched by the sun
The dark figures rest in the shadows
The wait for the night to come alive
Blood thirsty with a moments notice
There are some people that can go into the shadows
They are outsiders of the mortal race
They want to learn about the magic that make up life
The dark figures tell the outsides about the way of the night
They ask an outsider to join their side
The outsider agrees without hesitation
He becomes a creature of both night and day
He gets a new breath of life
The power of love, hate and pain went thought his body
The day sun shined and hurt his eyes
He is becoming a werewolf
With blood boiling in his veins
He thinks what he did to his life
I am a creature of the night he yells to the moon
That this a sound he hears in his ears
He opens his eyes and finds that it was all a dream
Or was it
That night the full moon rise
And fur goes around him and he howls long and loud
Blood lust in his new eyes looking for a kill
He takes on a bear and eats until full
And runs away and wakes up to the sun again
Does not remember anything
Except a new breath of life
poem by Thomas Henderson
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Skies Do Weep
The skies do weep for you my love,
The rivers are full of tears.
The wind does sigh for you my love,
The trees bow in despair.
The world is colder now my love,
The sun seems dimmer.
How I long for you my love,
But your not there.
P H Brookes Copyright 2011
poem by Paul Brookes
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Love Echoes
Love echoes
Through the halls of death
To stand alone and catch its breath.
And blaze anew.
Someone's waiting
As the earth's rotating
In another life
To welcome you.
Love echoes
When a heartbeat is stilled.
Will her word that so thrilled
Ring silent bells.
Trapped in this rhyme
Will there still be time
For our lips to touch
As ebb tide swells.
Love echoes
And that mute lonely scream
To starless night
Hails a new moonbeam
Into the light.
Love echoes
Kissing rainbows with bitter tears
Pining through sunsets and fruitless years.
I only ask
That you believe
In our tapestry that love did weave.
We'll fly our dream
With coloured kite.
Escape the theme of black and white.
Our songbird now
Rises and soars.
Love always echoes
From behind closed doors.
poem by Kevin East
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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet XXVII
She wakes, she breathes, she rises from her bed,
That bed of death where she has lain so long;
The flowers they set there fall from her fair head
Withered, while she, sweet soul, has known no wrong.
Forth from her grave miraculously white,
And all unstained by the dull earth's decay,
Natalia rises, a last star of night,
Just as the dawn is breaking into day.
Upon the stones they kneeled them down and prayed,
For hearts grow soft with a long danger past,
And both were young and for a while dismayed
At their great joy nor deemed they held it fast;
Then, having kissed and wept, they turned to go
Through the dark church with faltering steps and slow.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Mid-life
she wakes up at 3 a.m.
with a nightmare: she is on a bridge
below her the flood, waters raging
carrying driftwood, some houses, people calling for her,
deaf she moves on to the other side
on white gown less the bouquet
a man in black suit waits for her
the water rises and then all the screams are gone
the man becomes a mist
her hands tremble
her diamond ring falls to the water below
the water rises up to her waist
she shouts for help
there is no boat and the other side dissolves with the man
a mist covers her
she closes her eyes and then she is taken away by some hands.
she wakes up grasping for breath.
her pillow is wet with tears.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Death Fear
As the moon descends, and
The stars surround,
My death fear intensifies…
Blood rising from hell,
My body, dismembered…
Heavens are screaming, moribund.
As I sail down the river to nowhere,
Water rises, but
Fails to quench the
Fire smoldering inside my heart-
Death becomes
Amazingly prominent-
All signs of life
Have been usurped-
My mind,
A casket filled with morbid obsessions,
Never abating-
Time
Loss
Anger, and
Loss of levity
Conglomerate
Into a pool of insanity-
I scream….
My death fear rises as
The sun sets at midnight-
Perhaps I have come to
Some deafening conclusion-
Madness defies the forces of nature-
Listen:
Can you hear?
Look:
Can you see?
Yes, but
You do not feel….
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Wear my Skin
You want to know how it feels
Being hollowed out
Apple cored, centre lost?
You want to know how it feels
Leaking salt water
Filling oceans with tears?
You want to know how it feels
To hear your heart break
And catch the pieces in your hand?
You want to know how it feels
To have your soul rent;
Half in a grave, half out?
You want to know how it feels
To lose your gentle lover;
Your own sweet man?
You want to know how it feels
When your grief is not valid
In the eyes of the world?
You want to know how it feels?
You have to wear my skin;
But I doubt it would fit.
P H Brookes © 1997
poem by Paul Brookes
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An Act of Love (Stream VIII)
Joyful,
These lovers entwined.
Who lie together,
Lying side by side,
Beside the stream.
Upon the grass,
Under the tree,
Below the silver moon,
Beneath the starry sky.
Starry eyed with
Stars in their eyes,
They eye each other.
Lips meet lips
Honey sweet.
A sweet embrace.
In that moment
The world stops.
Joined as one,
One with the earth
In an act of love,
These lovers lie entwined.
P.H. Brookes. Copyright 2012.
poem by Paul Brookes
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Unwritten
We slide into this world
And slip out the other side
Most of us just a footprint,
Washed away in history's tide
Unwritten blanks, forgot.
P H Brookes Copyright 2011
poem by Paul Brookes
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Pennine Sunset
The sun sets over the western hills
Infusing the low clouds, blood red.
The wind gently plys her deft fingers
Making dry grasses rap at her touch;
Rippling through the scant leaves,
Who bravely cling to bared branches
The last of summers children,
Soon to die, return to black earth.
The slow northern twilight
Diffuses in the autumn mist
The cool night descends velvet
The moon rises ascendant
To rule her nocturnal realm.
poem by Paul Brookes
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