The Mist Will Clear
The mist will clear, have no doubt
Surely the sun is going to come out
If you are intent and eager to hear
Its rays in your ears will softly whisper
“It won’t remain ashen, the sky will be blue
A new day is brewed just for you! ”
Warm tea on table, papers unfurled
You get going for news of the world
Refreshed once more, with hope your eyes gleam
Yesterday is nothing but a forgotten dream
You are revived, ready to spread wing
Geared for the new, different something!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Monday Papers
I dont want to go out any more
I read the news, I cant believe my eyes
I push the table against the door
You know Ive had it with the world outside
If you want to know about the murderers and junkies
If you want to know about the lower east side
Now they got a map shows you where to get your monkey
You can read it in the monday papers, monday papers
Some people like a little gore
Some people always at the scenes of crimes
Now they can watch the tv more
Now they can get it in the sunday times
If you find it hard to handle what you see on page one
You can pull the funnies out and have some laughs
Take a drink and maybe you can laugh at ronald reagan
You can read it in the monday papers, read it in the monday papers
Monday papers dont ask no questions
Monday papers dont get no lies
Monday papers dont raise objection
Monday papers dont got no eyes
Brothers heading that way now I guess
He just read something made his face turn blue
Well I got nothing against the press
They wouldnt print it if it wasnt true
If you want to know about the gay politician
If you want to know how to be a star
Ladies - if you want to know about the new sex position
You can read it in the monday papers, read it in the monday papers
Monday papers dont ask no questions
Monday papers dont get no lies
Monday papers dont raise objection
Monday papers dont got no eyes
Monday papers dont ask no questions
Monday papers dont get no lies
Monday papers dont raise objection
Monday papers dont got no eyes
Read all about it, monday papers
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Whistle In The Wind
There are days when the world
just seems to get you down.
Everywhere someone is moaning
and on television, the news is bleak.
You close your ears in hope
to restore some peace into your life
and get away from the rat race
that seemingly follows you around.
My advice is to stop for a moment
and just step outside
and start whistling in the wind.
Whistle a happy tune to chase the blues away.
Whistle in the wind's cool breeze
as it revitalizes your senses.
Slowly you will feel better,
refreshed and clear of mind
ready to take on the onslaught
of the world for a small while
you left far behind.
16 September 2012
poem by David Harris
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Softly Touch Me
Softly touch me
With your hands now warm but once so cold.
Softly touch me,
And understand
I wishing from you to never be let go.
Softly touch me,
As you hold me near your shoulder hugging close.
Softly touch me
In places where I want you to touch most.
Touch me like like it's me you want.
Touch me don't be nonchalant.
Touch me with your whispers in my ears I hear.
Touch me and make it clear I am yours and we are here.
Softly touch me
With your hands now warm but once so cold.
Softly touch me,
And understand
I wishing from you to never be let go.
Softly touch me,
As you hold me near your shoulder hugging close.
Softly touch me
In places where I want you to touch most.
Touch me like like it's me you want.
Touch me don't be nonchalant.
Touch me with your whispers in my ears I hear.
Touch me and make it clear I am yours and we are here.
Touching.
Softly.
And wanting it so much.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crow & A Baby
A crow and a baby
Had an affair
The result was a landslide
The result was a dare
The result was a baby
Who wanted it all
Moved out of the dolls house
Moved out of the hall
With one wing on the town and a gleam in an eye of red
Said my father was a crow, now I want all fathers dead
Find the fathers of this world, treat them as a fatal foe
Put them in the deepest hole, then cover the pit with snow
With one wing on the town
And a gleam in an eye of red
Im just trying to tell you what youll come up against
If you venture from my side, if you think youre so mature
You will end up in a field, you will be someones manure
Mushrooms growing from your back
Feeding some damn carrion bird
Do you want to contribute
To the corruption of the world?
With one wing on the town
And a gleam in an eye of red
A crow and a baby
Had an affair
My dream was the baby
The crow was your hair
Parts of me love parts of you
That at least is obvious
Give my baby back to me
You must see its only just
With one wing on the town
And a gleam in an eye of red
With one wing on the town
And a gleam in an eye of red
With one wing on the town
And a gleam in an eye of red
song performed by by Human League
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Wind in the Beechwood
The glorying forest shakes and swings with glancing
Of boughs that dip and strain; young, slanting sprays
Beckon and shift like lissom creatures dancing,
While the blown beechwood streams with drifting rays.
Rooted in steadfast calm, grey stems are seen
Like weather-beaten masts; the wood, unfurled,
Seems as a ship with crowding sails of green
That sweeps across the lonely billowing world.
O luminous and lovely! Let your flowers,
Your ageless-squadroned wings, your surge and gleam,
Drown me in quivering brightness: let me fade
In the warm, rustling music of the hours
That guard your ancient wisdom, till my dream
Moves with the chant and whisper of the glade.
poem by Siegfried Sassoon
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He Goes On
Pretty soon youll be able to remember him
Lying in the garden singing
Right where hell always be
The door is always open
This is the place that I loved him
And these are the friends that he had
Long may the mountain ring
To the sounds of his laughter
And he goes on and on
In his soft wind I will whisper
In his warm sun I will glisten
Will we see him once again
In a world without end
We owe it all to frank sinatra
The song was playing as he walked into the room
After the long weekend
They were a lifetime together
Appearing in the eyes of children
In the clear blue mountain view
The colouring in the sky
And painting ladders to heaven
And he goes on and on
In his soft wind I will whisper
In his warm sun I will glisten
Till we see him once again
In a world without end
In his soft wind I will whisper
In his warm sun I will glisten
And I always will remember
In a world without end
He goes on
He goes on
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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Hope and Change
We must be ready in any season, to give others the real reason,
For the hope they sense in us, as we point them to Christ Jesus,
And we must be ready any time, to direct them to God's Design,
For hope that is above this world, as His Truth to men we herald.
The hope and change that we heard, has not at all been unfurled,
Instead of a hope and change, if not worse, things are the same,
For this was not of the Lord's Plan, but, it was that of fallen man,
Providing no hope, but despair, for men and women, everywhere.
Real change comes from above, through God, they speak not of,
As they push a dark emptiness, lacking Truth and Righteousness,
Setting the course for God's enemy, to deceive souls for eternity,
Using men on a political stage, to prepare men for a darker page!
That page right out of Prophecy, from God's Word, for all to see,
Right from the book of Revelation, these men of Satan's creation,
Setting this world for a darker time, that will be of Satan's design,
While he reveals the Antichrist, to change the way all live their life.
Change that shall surely permeate, the entire world fueled by hate,
Hate spread throughout this world, as his dark change is unfurled,
Upon all of the people left behind, given over to that darker mind,
As God's Truth was ignored, dismissing true Hope from The Lord.
But, you can still find that place, in God's Plan through His Grace,
While still in this very present age, before our Lord turns the page,
Receiving Hope in Jesus Christ, being changed by Him in this life,
Placed upon God's eternal path; saved from all the coming Wrath.
She Goes On
Pretty soon youll be able to remember her
Lying in the garden singing
Right where shell always be
The door is always open
This is the place that I loved her
And these are the friends that she had
Long may the mountain ring
To the sound of her laughter
And she goes on and on
In her soft wind I will whisper
In her warm sun I will glisten
till we see her once again
In a world without end
We owe it all to frank sinatra
The song was playing a she walked into the room
After the long weekend
They were a lifetime together
Appearing in the eyes of children
In the clear blue mountain view
The colouring in the sky
And painting ladders to heaven
And she goes on
In her soft wind I will whisper
In her warm sun I will glisten
till we see her once again
In a world without end
In her soft wind I will whisper
In her warm sun I will glisten
And I always will remember
In a world without end
She goes on
She goes on
She goes on
song performed by by Crowded House
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Eyes Of Blue
I want to know how does it feel
Behind those eyes of blue
Youve made your mistakes
And now your heart aches
Behind those eyes of blue
People may say youve had your chance
And let it slip away
But hard as they try
Theres a dream that wont die
Behind those eyes of blue
Maybe once in a while
Theres a trace of a smile
Behind those eyes of blue
But its painfully clear
Theres a river of tears
Behind those eyes of blue
You know life is too short
For comprimising
Take a hold of your dream
And realise it
You know theres nothing left
To stand in your way
Except yourself and I know
Though your hearts full of pain
That a hope still remains
Behind those eyes of blue
song performed by by Paul Carrack
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Yesterday's Papers
Who wants yesterdays papers
Who wants yesterdays girl
Who wants yesterdays papers
Nobody in the world
After this time I finally learned
After the pain and hurt
After all this what have I achieved
I've realized it's time to leave
Cause
Cho wants yesterdays papers
Who wants yesterdays girl
Who wants yesterdays papers
Nobody in the world
Living a life of constant change
Every day means the turn of a page
Yesterdays papers are such bad news
Same thing applies to me and you
Who wants yesterdays papers
Who wants yesterdays girl
Who wants yesterdays papers
Nobody in the world
Seems very hard to have just one girl
When there's a million in the world
All of these people just can't wait
To fall right into their big mistake
Who wants yesterdays papers
Who wants yesterdays girl
Who wants yesterdays papers
Nobody in the world
song performed by by Rolling Stones from Between The Buttons
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That lonely girl
Somewhere 'neath the blue sky
But a little above the deep
Somewhere in this little universe
My ears can hear something
Yes my ears can hear a voice
Stranger than every familiar thing
Better than that butterfly injured wing
Nicer than that crying droplet
More beautiful than my old love song
Louder than the firefly whisper
Quieter than the moon cry
My eyes are searching that voice
May be someone is shouting
No
No, that’s a cry
Someone in this world is crying
Someone is weeping
But no one can hear
No one can see
People don’t hear
People don’t see
People are not people
People inhale love
But exhale nothing
People's hearts are full of nothing
Love is dead in their hearts
Love is where, the stars with weepy eyes are
Love is where, whenever you look down you see nothing but red roses
Love is where, the sky is simply blue and the rainbow's smile has seven colors
Love is in that lonely girl's heart
A lonely girl nigh the pond in rain
Yes it rains
Yes it rains to wash only her eyes
Yes it rains to cover people's colorless hearts
Yes it rains, cause after that, when the rainbow comes
People will know black is not the only color
I can think
I can feel
I can hear
I can understand
I can love
She is still crying
She is crying to prove that people are harder than meteor
But softer than nothing
No feeling
No understanding
She is crying
poem by Reihaneh Jalalian
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August 7, 4: 15
J. bon jovi
It was another day
A perfect texas afternoon
A mother and two children play
The way they always do
As they raced home from the mailbox
A mother and her son
Against a little girl of 6 years old
The independant one
The deputies went door to door
Through all the neighborhood
They said I got some news to tell you folks
Im afraid it aint so good
Somehow something happened
Someone got away
Someone got the answers for what happened here today
Oh no, oh no, oh no, no, no, no
Tell me it was just a dream - august 7 4:15
God closed his eyes and the world got mean
August 7 4:15
Now the people from the papers and the local tv news
Tried to find the reason
Cop dogs sniffed around for clues
Someone shouted hit and run
The coroner cried foul
Her blue dress was what she wore
The day they laid her body down
Oh no, oh no, oh no, no, no, no
Tell me it was just a dream - august 7 4:15
God closed his eyes and the world got mean
August 7 4:15
I know tonight that theres an angel
Up on heavens highest hill
And no one there can hurt you baby
No one ever will
Somewhere someones conscience is like a burning bed
The flames are all around you
How you gonna sleep again
Oh no, oh no, oh no, no, no, no
Tell me it was just a dream - august 7 4:15
God closed his eyes and the world got mean
August 7 4:15
song performed by by Bon Jovi
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Love In A Mist
Light love in a mist, by the midsummer moon misguided,
Scarce seen in the twilight garden if gloom insist,
Seems vainly to seek for a star whose gleam has derided
Light love in a mist.
All day in the sun, when the breezes do all they list,
His soft blue raiment of cloudlike blossom abided
Unrent and unwithered of winds and of rays that kissed.
Blithe-hearted or sad, as the cloud or the sun subsided,
Love smiled in the flower with a meaning whereof none wist
Save two that beheld, as a gleam that before them glided,
Light love in a mist.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Sliver Dream
To a curly hair girl
Last night, I dreamt in the dream
Orange tree, growing at my heart
Under blue sky, on the blue ocean
Wind of change, lifting my heart
Last night, I dream in the dream
Curly hair girl, walking softly
Visible into my eye, I only saw her shadow
With wing of angel, flying slowly
Over my starry sky, in my dream
Oh, curly hair girl, beheld me with your eye
And you will see, life is not a dream
Or love is not dream in my eye
Through lonely night, I dreamt of song
That neither lyric, nor music
Nor word, but I still could hear the song
Of your walking, softly, on my heart.
poem by Kathup Tsering
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Sunday Papers
Mother doesnt go out any more
Just sits at home and rolls her spastic eyes
But every weekend through the door
Come words of wisdom from the world outside
If you want to know about the bishop and the actress
If you want to know how to be a star
If you want to know about the stains on the mattress
You can read it in the sunday papers, sunday papers
Mothers wheelchair stays out in the hall
Why should she go out when the tvs on
Whatever moves beyond these walls
Shell know the facts when sunday comes along
If you want to know about the man gone bonkers
If you want to know how to play guitar
If you want to know about the other suckers
You can read it in the sunday papers, read it in the sunday papers
Sunday papers dont ask no questions
Sunday papers dont get no lies
Sunday papers dont raise objection
Sunday papers dont got no eyes
Brothers heading that way now I guess
He just read something made his face turn blue
Well I got nothing against the press
They wouldnt print it if it wasnt true
If you want to know about the gay politician
If you want to know how to drive your car
If you want to know about the new sex position
You can read it in the sunday papers, read it in the sunday papers
Sunday papers dont ask no questions
Sunday papers dont get no lies
Sunday papers dont raise objection
Sunday papers dont got no eyes
Sunday papers dont ask no questions
Sunday papers dont get no lies
Sunday papers dont raise objection
Sunday papers dont got no eyes
Read all about it, sunday papers
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Unfiltered By Mist
when i appear to you
one of these days
what is it that you want to see?
my hands are hard
my ears covered
my eyes in haze
my body in trembling
this is not what you want to see i guess
you want greek pillars as my feet
my eyes as gentle as a roman saint
my ears attentive as a echoing mountain
my body strong like an old castle
but let me tell you how is it to grieve
for someone that i have loved and lost
how is it to cry and yet not wanting to have tears
how is it to be lost and pretend that he has the mastery of the ways
that he has the manners of a man mastering the art of cultured restraint
tell me if you all know these
if you can relate to these miseries
perhaps one day when the world is ready for me
then i will show myself filled to the brim of reality
like a glass emptied of its contents glistening to the rays of light not filtered by the mist
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To
The Day was dying; his breath
Wavered away in a hectic gleam;
And I said, if Life's a dream, and Death
And Love and all are dreams -- I'll dream.
A mist came over the bay
Like as a dream would over an eye.
The mist was white and the dream was grey
And both contained a human cry,
The burthen whereof was "Love",
And it filled both mist and dream with pain,
And the hills below and the skies above
Were touched and uttered it back again.
The mist broke: down the rift
A kind ray shot from a holy star.
Then my dream did waver and break and lift --
Through it, O Love, shone thy face, afar.
So Boyhood sets: comes Youth,
A painful night of mists and dreams;
That broods till Love's exquisite truth,
The star of a morn-clear manhood, beams.
poem by Sidney Lanier
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A Dream Of Yesterday
I never dreamed
For twenty years
But yesterday I dreamed
Of yesterday
In my dream I saw
You reaching out for me
But I could not hold on
For I was drowning
Drowning in my world
Of uncertainties
In my dream
I Heard my country caling
And your love faling
But I dont want to die
For my country
And I dont want to die for you
But if death is inevitable
Then I'm ready to be
At its table
At the end of my dream
I saw my life was just an ilusion
of my years past
poem by Efe Benjamin
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The Swirling Mist
The breeze twitches a loose curl,
kissing the brooks as they purl.
I hear the whisper in my ear -
the message becoming clear:
Obligations around me furl.
It gathers from nowhere.
I want to escape from there.
It sodden the leaves underfoot.
Dusk is falling like soot.
The mist cocoons me here.
Softly it kisses my cheek.
The visibility becoming week.
The swirling mist my protector:
The shifting position vector.
My disposition infernally meek.
© 2012 Suzette Crous
poem by Suzette Crous
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Art Of Dream
On daylight, on midnight
In the closed eyes, in the open blindfold
The childhood memories, the foreseen future
Dream appears to be real
Whether clear, whether forgotten later
Abstract clips or chapter story
Unthinkable person, to the deepest core
Dream playing life
Like butterfly kiss, like hazy mist
Like illusion, like déjà vu
In the calm, in despair
Dream shakes hope
The fantasy, the imagination
The escape, the misery
The metaphor, the premonition
Dream allures soul
For those who live, for those who leave
For those who give, for those who seek
For those who sleep, for those who haunted
Dream spreads in the air
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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