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The Steps

Your steps, children of my silence,
Holily, slowly placed,
Towards the bed of my vigilance
Proceed dumb and frozen.

Nobody pure, divine shade,
That they are soft, your steps selected!
Gods!… all the gifts which I guess
Come to me on these naked feet!

If, of your advanced lips,
You prepare to alleviate it,
An inhabitant of my thoughts
The food of a kiss,

Does not hasten this tender act,
To be soft and not to be not?
Because I lived to await you,
And my heart was only your steps.

poem by Paul Valery
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Two Steps

Two steps together
Our Myths says
Brings two souls together

Two steps together
Is the surround of
One’s life to another

Two steps together
Can bring the long path
Seeming so far away
To so close that
One can feel the step’s beat
In his own heart.

Two steps together
But,
Will life be just the path of two steps only?
Anyhow, any steps walking is incomplete
If it is not done in two steps
All begins by just two steps together….

poem by Kriti Krits
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Wish

I'd like to show your eyes the plains
And a forest green and ruddy,
Far off and soft
Under clear skies on the horizon,
Or some hills
With lovely slopes
So changing and supple and misty,
Seeming to melt in the sweetness of the air,
Either hills
Or forest.
I'd like
For you to hear
Strong, vast, deep, and tender,
The great dull voice of the sea
That moans
Like Love;
And once in a while
Right next to you,
In the interval,
I'd like you to hear
Right next to you
A dove
In the silence
Both soft and weak
Like Love a trifle in the shadows,
I'd like you to hear
The gushing of a spring
For your hands I'd like some flowers,
And for your steps
I'd like a little path, grassy and sandy
Going up a bit and coming down,
Turning and seeming
To approach the limits of silence.
A very little sandy path
Where your steps would leave faint marks,
Our steps
Together.

poem by Henri de Regnier
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I Recognize Your Voice

I recognize your voice, your cheerful laughter,
when I enter a room full of people
and even your soft steps each day

catches me with a tingle time after time,
through your beauty that flowers continually.
I recognize your voice, your cheerful laughter,

sometimes it feels as if you are waiting on me
but constantly you do astound me
and even your soft steps each day

has a kind of skipping to them
and with being in love I am stupid.
I recognize your voice, your cheerful laughter,

sometimes hear it echoing at night
although your face is disguised by the darkness
and even your soft steps each day,

but our love is not a game of force
and still continually you turn my life upside down.
I recognize your voice, your cheerful laughter
and even your soft steps each day

poem by Gert Strydom
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Steps

Maybe one step ahead, maybe two
I could ease my day a little
Maybe two steps ahead, maybe twenty
I won’t be chased in doing my work
Maybe twenty steps ahead, maybe plenty
I could enjoy my day at peace
Maybe plenty steps ahead, maybe more
I won’t be surprised by any outcome
Maybe more steps ahead, maybe none
I let my life to be freely flow
Maybe no step ahead, maybe just one
I could focus on what I want to achieve

Maybe one step ahead, maybe two
I could take a little nap
Maybe two steps ahead, maybe twenty
I won’t be alerted every time
Maybe twenty steps ahead, maybe plenty
I could prepare the worst
Maybe plenty steps ahead, maybe more
I won’t be bothered by all strategy maneuvers
Maybe more steps ahead, maybe none
I don’t really care about that anymore
Maybe no step ahead, maybe just one
I won’t waste my energy to worry

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Edge of a dream

Soft hum dissolves into hypnotised air;
That surrounds the sleeping angel.
Sweetened breaths travel the nasal freeway;
As the hum transforms into silent beats.

A night annouces its arrival somewhere;
As the dark is chased away by a divine lamp.
Tender steps begin an unknown journey;
Through the well lit streets of heart.

A fountain breaks free to kiss the air;
Gleaming droplets smile in unseen cradle.
New found thoughts travel up; the heart
begins to dance on rhythm of the beats.

Thoughts cascade, patches of green appear; mind travels faster than light, closed eyes visualize what life can't bestow. Cracked window frame and creaking bed await as always.

18th October 2009

poem by Nikunj Sharma
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Stair Case

You may have trodden
A lot of steps and
Read a lot of books
On the life of
A stair case
But when I move up
You step down
When I step up
You move down
The twist of fate,
At a point of time
We never reach
The meeting point
The blissful touch of love
And the soft kiss of peace

We catch
the stages
one by one
after we both left,
We drift away …
The source of conflict
The cause of friction,

When I fall in love
And you rise to hate
Or vice versa
The same face
Of the same idea
The sorry state of fate
Those steps
We both cross
One by one
When you and I left,
Though both of us
We eager to have a
Hand shake on
The differences
On the meeting point
By doing a balancing act
We just need to slow down
A bit of our moves
The centre is waiting
To hold us tight
In longer hug of love
With soft kiss on the lips of peace

poem by Abdul Wahab
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All the children in the school should learn the steps of everything, before they learn the thing, then they know which step they're doing better, because your voice is in certain steps and has to do most of the things that have been composed in those steps.

quote by Ninette de Valois
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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At The River Bank

the waters rise
and all my steps are taken
back to the
sands
of the river
in this place where you live
decently

when you come too early
you will see
what steps have i taken
and where i have been going

at noon when the children play
everything is mixed up
and you shall ask
what is the matter

the children when they are gone
leave you marks
and you do not understand

at the river banks of our youth
finally
all the steps when we get old
turn
into forgotten stories

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Steps

steps taken in stillness
resonate off the walls
of the universe...
creating waves,
waves upon waves,
that pound the shores
of indifference
till change arises,
and a new day begins!

steps taken in naked honesty,
peel back the layers of the wound.
find the tiny speck of the human,
beneath the rubble and the ruins.

steps taken in shared compassion
have the rhythm of human hearts,
beating out the sacred dance
in honor of what we're called to be...

steps taken together,
the very best of all!
from darkness into the light,
from captivity into freedom!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Steps

Each house has steps of various types,
And numbers, leading to its door;
We leave our foot-wear and walk in,
As tradition demands us so.

And there are steps to temples too,
Especially those built on hills;
We do most things in steps in life;
But walk, we must in Lord’s footsteps!

Our spiritual life has steps to make;
We cannot take a nap at all;
The door to heaven has no steps,
And so also, the fall to hell!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-16-2008

poem by John Celes
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A Time Past

The old wooden steps to the front door
where I was sitting that fall morning
when you came downstairs, just awake,
and my joy at sight of you (emerging
into golden day—
the dew almost frost)
pulled me to my feet to tell you
how much I loved you:

those wooden steps
are gone now, decayed
replaced with granite,
hard, gray, and handsome.
The old steps live
only in me:
my feet and thighs
remember them, and my hands
still feel their splinters.

Everything else about and around that house
brings memories of others—of marriage,
of my son. And the steps do too: I recall
sitting there with my friend and her little son who died,
or was it the second one who lives and thrives?
And sitting there ‘in my life,’ often, alone or with my husband.
Yet that one instant,
your cheerful, unafraid, youthful, ‘I love you too,’
the quiet broken by no bird, no cricket, gold leaves
spinning in silence down without
any breeze to blow them,
is what twines itself
in my head and body across those slabs of wood
that were warm, ancient, and now
wait somewhere to be burnt.

poem by Denise Levertov
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The Reverie

She sleeps in peace,
A weary frame:
On old door-steps,
All moss-covered.

Her curled body,
In slumber lies-
The damsel lone,
Looking pretty.

She came by dawn,
And now it’s noon;
The sun is hot,
And shade is gone.

Her lover told:
‘We will elope;
Await me love
Near old cottage.’

She waited long;
He did not come;
She does not know
The reason, ‘why? ’

With aching feet,
Hungry stomach,
She found these steps,
To take a nap.

Her nap became
A slumber deep-
Of hope effaced,
And love denied.

Her heart of love
Seems duped again;
She cries unseen,
In reverie!

Her heart’s anguish
Does not know words;
Nevertheless,
She accepts fate.

She must return
To her own home;
For, love has failed
Her, miserably!

May be, she’ll try
Another time;
Her sullen heart
Takes hope again.

Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-17-2008

poem by John Celes
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A Step

There are these steps
which rule my life;
I look behind
and see them:
pathways I've taken,
impressions here and there
from the baby ones
to my teens
all there in the sand
trailing behind me.

I've stepped up to challenges;
my first apartment
my first home
career and children
all steps along my way;

I see the future ones
arrayed in front of me
marker points to strive for.

Sadly too
I have known
the 12 steps
of sister who
needed these.

I have known the 12 pillars of light;
stairways to heaven;
the two-step dancing
and step-ford wives.

I've looked behind
and at times,
there was only one set of tracks;
my walking alone.

There have been big steps
and little steps
none greater than
the one
I took
stepping up to you
who awaited me
at the stair case height
taking my arm
to ascend
to the preacher standing there-
the biggest,
happiest,
most wonderfullest
step
I have ever taken
in my life.

Thanks Dear
for walking with me
for all these years.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The dance of life

grow as it grown, in my mothers womb i crib, in her veins i
take my strength, what wonders i survive only in her i live, as
i sleep, in the wall i cried cover me, with her tender skin, that
a mother tongue and lips i know

now iam here, dancing with the song of life, perfecting the steps
i knew, in my mother laps i go, teach me mother to do all what
you already have know, as i hear the music played, my whole self
want to evade, but sure i know that there is no escape for
everybody has to make

i node but nobody look, i tried but everybody have steps, the
dance of life, that never have ever made a mistake, the timing is
so loud and clear, the tune is encompass to the rhythm of the song

step by steps, my heart breath, step by steps, i will make.....jump....
and jumps my soul shout for joy, for in every beats life is there to
wait, quivering, conquering what music i'll take, my feet moves
and the flesh puff where my head is out to hold me, as i lift high
the in and out of my life

every choice i made, is a thing to remember, that as it goes, a
dance may go, life has wonderful moment to view, that each day
is an experience to be with you, dancing with the song of life
is not only to be alive, but away of life to live alive

poem by Antonio Liao
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199 Steps to Heaven

They were my 199 steps to heaven
Grandad found them 199 steps of hell
Angina.
But still he always climbed
Never complained
As I think he knew,
He was climbing the 199 steps to heaven.

I can't even remember
When I first did climb
just always had.
I can remember
Counting
Did it really take 199 steps to heaven?
Some debate
That there are only 198
But they were my 199 steps to heaven.

But
Then I realized that
By counting the 199 steps to heaven
Meticulously
Religiously
I was missing the view on the way up
To heaven
And it didn't really matter if it was
198 or 199
They'd always be my 199 steps to heaven.

Then my eyes were opened and I saw
the view up was just as spectacular
As the view from heaven.
And I realized how much of it I'd missed;
Counting
So I stopped and
Just admired the view
On the way up
My 199 steps to heaven.

The view, like time stood still
Old tile roof tops,
Sprawling cliff faces
And the sea.
It was always the sea for me.
Whether in a rage or in a lull
I loved it unconditionally
The long straight pier
Jutting freely.
And all this I could see
From my 199 steps to heaven.

And sometimes we'd have to stop
Half way
For granddad to recover
Breath labored but still
Determined
To climb those 199 steps to heaven

And I'd wonder
Who?
How many?
Had climbed these 199 steps
Did they know they were climbing
My 199 steps to heaven?

The tourists, locals,
And in days long gone;
The coffin bearers.
All climbing my 199 steps to heaven
And, if you believe him
Mr Stoker
Claims
That the Count
Formed in a hound from hell
Climbed those
199 steps to heaven.

And when we'd finally reach the top
My world spread out before me
I'd weave between the gravestones
Thinking how lucky
These corpses were to be
Lying, eternally
There;
Their own piece of earth;
At the top of
My 199 steps to heaven.

And the north wind blew strong
And sang me a sweet sad song
As I gazed over my world
Cliffs, sea, a never ending horizon
Calling to me, welcoming me
Needing me as much as I needed
It
My 199 Steps to Heaven

And if you ever climb my 199 steps to heaven
Please throw my name off the edge,
Into the wind to blow it free
Forever
As I am separated by distance
heart breaking
soul aching
For my
199 steps to heaven.

Shadow Girl

poem by Shadow Girl
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Two Steps Behind

Walk away if you want to.
Its ok, if you need to.
Well, you can run, but you can never hide
From the shadow thats creepin up beside you.
And, theres a magic runnin through your soul,
But you cant have it all.
(whatever you do)
Well, Ill be two steps behind you
(wherever you go)
And Ill be there to remind you
That it only takes a minute of your precious time
To turn around and Ill be two steps behind.
Yeah, yeah.
Take the time to think about it.
Just walk the line, you know you just cant fight it
And take a look around, youll see what you cant find,
Like the fire thats burnin up inside me.
Yeah, yeah.
Oh.
Yeah, baby.
Two steps behind
Oh, sugar,
Two steps behind.

song performed by by Def Leppard
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Poor Skeleton Steps Out

Poor skeleton steps out,
Dressed up in bad blood,
Bad brains, bad thoughts, and others deeds.
Poor skeleton no doubt,
One of these days,
You can cast aside your human, be free.
When the cities run with blood,
And you drink our health in mud,
All flesh be gone.
Save your dry and joyous shout,
For the day poor skeleton steps out.
Poor skeleton steps out,
Sprung from his life sentence,
Deep inside some muscle mask.
Poor skeleton devout,
Propping up truck drivers,
Filmstars, thieves or queens, your brave task.
When technology is rust,
And you write your book in dust,
All flesh be gone.
Cant buy tickets from a tout,
For the day poor skeleton steps out.
Poor skeleton steps out,
Liberated from sex organs,
And brown, black, white skin.
Poor skeleton you lout,
Dont you think that we might,
Like to have been asked to join in?
For good skeletons are we,
And were dying to be free,
All flesh be gone.
I will scream or sulk and pout,
Until my poor skeleton steps out.
Better watch out, here comes bony boy.

song performed by by Xtc
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Age And Death

Come closer, kind, white, long-familiar friend,
Embrace me, fold me to thy broad, soft breast.
Life has grown strange and cold, but thou dost bend
Mild eyes of blessing wooing to my rest.
So often hast thou come, and from my side
So many hast thou lured, I only bide
Thy beck, to follow glad thy steps divine.
Thy world is peopled for me; this world's bare.
Through all these years my couch thou didst prepare.
Thou art supreme Love-kiss me-I am thine!

poem by Emma Lazarus
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Go out, it is cold.

If you don’t remember how I used to kiss you
Take a look at the willows by the road
Whispering behind your steps
Unheard awakening with the hands by you
The touches made hand printed into your oblivion
Take a look at the waves breaking
A name rock chiseled on the threshold of love
And at the foam that used to kiss your feet
Take a look at the door opening
That thirsty for your steps stood waiting for so long
And at the doormat that so often you stepped on
There are the traces of my warmth underneath
A welcome that I am saving from you
Go out, it is cold.

©Miroslava Odalovic

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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But Mostly In The Wrong Direction

day 1
took 1,473 steps today(or rather night) under the dark, weighted
sky, nearly stumbled but the cracks in the sidewalk
can't bring me down
day 34
love left me today(or rather morning)
7,893 steps say run, run, get away
and never come back
day 127
hope returned today(or rather afternoon)
and so did i
with 7,894 steps just to make up for leaving
day 542
walked today (was it morning or afternoon?)
do you know how the cold makes the sunset freeze in gold?
didn't count steps today
much better things to do

poem by Alexzia Ferdinand
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