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Two Sphinxes

Time has taken you into its arms
Bringing you to the room
Between new sunrises and antique sunsets.
While the tangle of fog covered the foliage
Beyond the carved clouds and subtle vapours
Pulsating remote landscapes with Sun-Moon eyes
Were receding to the fading horizon.

Look! The golden carpets of fallen leaves
Lie on the October grass.
The drooping willow at the corner
Between a pine and two maple trees
Stands like an eroded camouflage
And silver shores with restless waves
Emerge, sink and penetrate
The hidden galactic system of our love.

Time has taken into its arms
Bringing you to the room
Between new sunrises and antique sunsets.
While the tangle of fog covered the foliage
Beyond the carved clouds and subtle vapours
Pulsating remote landscapes with Sun-Moon eyes
We turned into two solemn soundless sphinxes.

poem by Paul Hartal
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Fading Chlorophyll In Maple Leaves of Autumn

Stands still the foliage
In full colors of October
Upon the slopes of Mount Royal
And white seagulls hover
Above the waves
In the port.

The purple foam of urban magic
Penetrates everything and overgrows
This city compressed between hill and river
While the quiet sorrow flows
On the streets
Of downtown.

Stands still the foliage
In full colors of October
Revealing my own life cycle
My receding years, hidden order
Fading chlorophyll
In maple leaves
Of autumn.

poem by Paul Hartal
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You Were The One

(g. wright/k. patterson)
Yes I believe in fairy tales
And all my favorites come true
The handsome prince rides in
And he sweeps me of my feet
And then it turns out to be you
Baby, I am the romantic kind
But youre the hero in my eyes
I knew when you walked into the room
You were the one, you were the one
You are bringing me the sun and the moon
You were the one, you were the one
Though I dont think that it was just by chance
You must have felt it like I did
It was enchantment with just one glance
A fantasy we both can live
Into the sunset you and me
Just like an old harlequin movie scene
I knew when you walked into the room
You were the one, you were the one
You are bringing me the sun and the moon
You were the one, you were the one
I knew when you walked into the room
You were the one, you were the one
You are bringing me the sun and the moon
You were the one
It was you, yeah
It was you
It was you
I knew when you walked into the room
It was you
You are bringing me the sun and the moon
It was you, yeah, you were the one
You are bringing me the sun and the moon
You are the one, you are the one
I knew when you walked into the room
You were the one, you were the one
You are bringing me the sun and the moon
You were the one, you were the one

song performed by by Diana Ross
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Reached Your Heart At The Horizon

You are my sun, i am your moon,
You made my life bright when i needed it so much,
I 'll always be in the night to light up your dreams,
And to wake you up with my kiss, in the morning at the horizon.

I am far away from you,
I am sailing with the stars in the sky,
Let me be your night in your day,
Let my love sunrises and sunsets with you.

I am sunk in the sea of your eyes,
Your thoughts took me far away,
I reached your heart at the horizon,
And there i'll whisper to you my love.

poem by Cristina Teodor
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You

I see the flowers bloom in the fields
I see the trees standing tall in the mountains
I see the rivers going to the oceans
I see the clouds travelling the sky
I see the moon and the stars in the evening
I see the sunrises and sunsets
I see the children born, and men dead
but I have not seen YOU.

I hear the wind whistles
I hear the birds and insects sing
I hear the babies cry
I hear the whispers in silence
but I have not heard YOU.

YOU...

Do YOU really exist,
or just created to answer all questions
unanswered in this universe?

poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Beautiful, Antique Dollies

Beautiful, antique dollies
All stand in a row,
Laced with ornamental pretence,
Staring from the window.
Each beautiful, antique dolly,
Bears her beautiful, antique price,
For her pretty, satin ribbon
And her vacant, azure eyes.
One beautiful, antique dolly,
With her frosted, golden curls,
Is severed from the window,
For her reflection in a girl.
Now this beautiful, antique dolly,
Stands, no longer on her shelf,
Her ivory face is glowing
As she adorns by herself.
All the other antique dollies,
In the window where they stay
Whisper after midnight
Of the dolly that went away.
Our beautiful, antique dolly
Rooted in her antique home
Watermarks her china skin
She hates to be alone.
One beautiful, antique dolly,
Breaks her brilliant, painted smile,
Climbs down from her silver stand
And shatters on the tile.

poem by Victoria Annette Bailey
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Your Dance My Love

you are so beautiful when you start to dance
when all the leaves fall off from your arms
naked, i have seen everything that your earth has to offer:

your hills and trees and forest, your creeks and rivers,
your clouds and seas, your grass and flowers

i have seen them all and touched them
your hills i have climbed
your trees with sweet fruits
i have gathered them all
and bit and sucked and savored each sap and juice
its flesh and fiber
i have slept on your grass
i have smelled your flowers
i have gazed on your clouds and have taken the dive
on your seas
i have sailed on your rivers
i have bathed on your creeks

i have done everything for you to please you my love
yet why are your eyes so sad tonight?

you are like a moon fading in the dark
you are like the song of a bird dissolving in distance.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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How To Deal With A Very Beautiful Disciple

she comes like a princess from the
a castle high up there on those blue clouds
descending from the sun
down to the mountains
and the rivers
and to this
pond

i am the grass, and she wants to lie down with me
so i can teach her about what, i ask, about poetry she says,
no there is no poetry with me for

i am the grass, and you signal the wind so you may leave at once
and be back to the arms of the heavens
but i think a while and change my mind for i am the grass

and i am a teacher of all mankind, those who want to die and be
covered with my hands, and those who want to stay and be
with my greeness, my softness and i in humility whispers to her

my princess, stay with me for a while, lie with me, and sleep with me
under the moon, the darkness of the night shall be our blanket,
my thick leaves of grass, your pillow,

i am the grass, i may not teach you what poetry is,
what i have is to spread
love and togetherness, and intimacy that i have with the soil
my secrets with the worms, my eternity
with what death has concealed from the eyes of your world.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If You Really Want To Hear About It...

another lonely seaside town
where the seasons closed it down.
but if you close your eyes
you can almost hear the sounds of crowds gone by.

another year you'll all be here
falling in love and watching sunsets and sunrises.
it'll be grand and just what you planned
'til tomorrow comes and you've said your last goodbyes.
he says he'll write

song performed by by Ataris from End Is Forever
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Sunsets And You

Sunsets are not a rare commodity
they come and go every night
so i compare you not to a sunset
for you come once in a life
your beauty surpases the colors of the sky
painted anew each night by angels on high
for god himself has sculpted you
he made it so your only seen by few
and you do not hide from the moon
as all the sunsets do
rather you shine bright under its silver light
and you dance all night
you do far more than any sunset would
more breathtaking than any sunset could
sunsets have moved and inspired all man kind since forever
but you move me each moment, to a love that sunsets could never

poem by Daniel Cook
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The Waves of Time

Arise again, beloved, out of the waves of time
With your long golden tresses and marble arms sublime;
Your face that now transparent and pale as wax is pale
Is shaded by the shadow of sorrow's clinging veil!
Your timid smile caressing does rest within my eyes,
O star amidst fair women, o queen of starry skies;
Your head upon your shoulder its wealth of beauty lays
And in your eyes of wonder I'm lost and weeping gaze.

Out of the void's dark vapours may you once more uprear,
That to my heart I clasp you, beloved angel dear,
That I in nameless weeping above your face may bend
And on your lips forever my burning kisses spend.
While your cold hand unheeding I clasp against my breast,
Closer, yet still closer, against my bosom pressed.

Alas, not thus the darkness gives back its own again;
Now through its icy vapours I see your shadow wane.
With hanging arms and helpless once more I am alone
Before a dream unending of hours that have gone;
In vain with arms outstretching my soul your shadow craves,
Dear one, I cannot reach you amidst time's rolling waves.

poem by Mihai Eminescu
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In Your Room

In your room
Theres a bed in the corner
In your room
Theres a view over the town
In your room
Youre tipewriters telling stories
In your room
There are you waiting for me
When I look into your eyes
I look into a mirror
When I look into your eyes
I can see myself
Kings and queens
They have lost their heads
But i
Ive lost my heart
In your room
Id like to crawl into you
Come cover me with love
Id like to crawl into you
Come cover me with love
Till weve had enough
And we never get enough
There are worlds beneath the world
And they are covered under blankets
In your room
In your room
Dedicated to sonja

song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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Oklahoma Clouds

The clouds in Oklahoma send
So many messages to me
You don’t need to watch for weather
On the weather channel on TV

You see their puffy whiteness
And you know right at a glance
For now there is no rain in sight
Not even a slight chance

They gather all together and make
A picture in the sky
At times they are so beautiful that
They make me want to cry

And then, my friend, we get
A sky of a sooty black
A storm of new dimensions
Is about to make an attack

Oklahoma clouds are so amazing
And in sunrises and sunsets
They add to delicious colors
The prettiest sky you’ll ever get!

poem by Marilyn Lott
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at first i contemplate about the
sunflower as a princess
but it will not do her justice
because she is the queen
of the sun,
she rules the fields of green
and blue
and red too, these sunsets and
even sunrises
playing well
tagging her along
to paths of joys
& sorrows

she stands flower high
to the clouds
to storms and tempests
she yields
like any flower
still queenly to her bowing
only to rise again
with her seeds

yes, her many princesses
by her side
wilted yellowed petals
and withered
stalk
some soft winds
sad
some drops of rain still about to fall

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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But Let Me Talk Now About The Sunflower Queen

at first i contemplate about the
sunflower as a princess
but it will not do her justice
because she is the queen
of the sun,
she rules the fields of green
and blue
and red too, these sunsets and
even sunrises
playing well
tagging her along
to paths of joys
& sorrows

she stands flower high
to the clouds
to storms and tempests
she yields
like any flower
still queenly to her bowing
only to rise again
with her seeds

yes, her many princesses
by her side
wilted yellowed petals
and withered
stalk
some soft winds
sad
some drops of rain still about to fall

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Old Moon In The New Moon's Arms

The beautiful and slender young New Moon,
In trailing robes of pink and palest blue,
Swept close to Venus, and breathed low: 'A boon,
A precious boon, I ask, dear friend, of you.'

'O queen of light and beauty, you have known
The pangs of love - its passions and alarms;
Then grant me this one favour, let my own -
My lost Old Moon be once more in my arms.'

Swift thro' the vapours and the golden mist -
The Full Moon's shadowy shape shone on the night,
The New Moon reached out clasping arms and kissed
Her phantom lover in the whole world's sight.

poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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At 25k Feet Above

on a bed of clouds
feet dangling into the sea
you and me

above the clouds
the horizon beckoned us
we glided in the air

bits and pieces
clouds dispersed below the sky
new horizon teased

in a wink
the clouds spread as one grey spread
we melted as rain

vapour they turned
the heat within melted
we rocked

wings cut
through layers and layers of
moving vapours

slowly descended
we from the clouds above
earth-reality!

ah, you lifted me
above earth; closer to sky
dropped me on land again!

poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Love, See the Moon

Here over the roof I sit
A breeze so cool showers me
Here over the roof I sit

My love, come see
The crescent so clear that I see ‘Madonna'
My love, come see

Cotton feathery clouds remain
The moon winks as light clouds pass by
Cotton feathery clouds remain

Love, come up the stars glitter
‘Madonna' holds her child in supplication
Love, come the stars glitter

Here take my hand
Ladder is safe in my arm, a post, you subtle maid
Here take my hand

Love see the moon
In your shoulder, moon's silver gaze, a soul that blesses
Love see the moon.

poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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When the Full Moon Shines Through the Clouds

Strange shapes can be seen
when the full moon shines through the clouds.
Stange shapes can be seen,
frightengly realistic images
of faces and figures,
some human, some demonic.

And, right now
in the world,
under that same moon
shining through different clouds,
people are cowering in fear.
In parts of the world,
people are sick, and dying,
people are being murdered,
tortured,
people are mourning
and crying over their losses.

And I sit here, in this room,
typing,
in cogitation,
with food,
with drink.
My most pressing current concern
is that a cold October draft
is forcing its way through my window.

I reach to make sure my window is fully closed;
a full moon beams its light into my room
along with that cold October daft,

and I notice:

Strange shapes can be seen
when the full moon shines through the clouds.

poem by Derek R. Audette
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Jacques Cartier’s First Visit To Mount Royal

He stood on the wood-crowned summit
Of our mountain’s regal height,
And gazed on the scene before him,
By October’s golden light,
And his dark eyes, earnest, thoughtful,
Lit up with a softer ray
As they dwelt on the scene of beauty
That, outspread, before him lay.

Like a sea of liquid silver,
St. Lawrence, ’neath the sun,
Reflected the forest foliage
And the Indian wigwams dun,
Embracing the fairy islands
That its swift tide loving laves,
Reposing in tranquil beauty
Amid its sapphire waves.

To the eastward, frowning mountains
Rose in solemn grandeur still,
The glittering sunlight glinting
On steep and rugged hill;
Whilst in the far horizon,
Past leafy dell and haunt,
Like a line of misty purple,
Rose the dim hills of Vermont.

Then Cartier’s rapt gaze wandered
Where, starred with wild flowers sweet,
In its gorgeous autumn beauty,
Lay the forest at his feet.
With red and golden glory
All the foliage seemed ablaze
Yet with brightness strangely softened
By October’s amber haze.

Around him stretched the mountain
Ever lovely—ever young—
Graceful, softly undulating,
By tall forest trees o’erhung;
’Twas then his thought found utterance,
The words “Mont Royal” came,
And thus our Royal Mountain
Received its fitting name.

poem by Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
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Please Don't Stop Loving Me When I'm Old

Our love rose with the fall of golden leaves
rough winter roots for gentle plants in spring.
It seems we were planted in earth, grew together,
and blossomed together.
When I pass, place a rose petal on my grave.

Sweet love is born out of souls; outside winds whistles;
stars and moon twinkles…All God’s handmaids.
In obedient to my heart, I entrust me to you.
Now, let’s continue on down lover’s lane,
Walking alongside grass holding
Baby shrubs on her lap.
Straining our ears we hear bird
Singing songs of praise
Reminding us of the good old days.

When clouds no longer hold the rain;
will you shower me with your love?
When my head is covered with snow;
will you forever be my beau?
When my eyes cease to be my panes
Will your arms my cane,
Please don’t stop loving me because I’m old.

poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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