Parting
How I have felt that thing that's called 'to part',
and feel it still: a dark, invincible,
cruel something by which what was joined so well
is once more shown, held out, and torn apart.
In what defenceless gaze at that I've stood,
which, as it, calling to me, let me go,
stayed there, as though it were all womanhood,
yet small and white and nothing more than, oh,
waving, now already unrelated
to me, a sight, continuing wave,--scarce now
explainable: perhaps a plum-tree bough
some perchinig cuckoo's hastily vacated.
Translated by J.B. Leishman
poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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Allurement
FROM yonder hedge, from yonder spray,
He calls me onward and away.
Broad lies the world and fair to see;
The cuckoo calls—is calling me.
I have not seen or heard of Care,
Who used my very bed to share,
Since that first morn, when airily
The cuckoo, calling, called to me.
My sweetheart's face? I have forgot.
My mother? But she calls me not.
From the sweet bank, from the dim lea,
The cuckoo calls—is calling me.
And I must go—I may not choose;
No gain there is, nor aught to lose;
And soon—say, now—on some wild tree,
The bird sits long and waits for me.
poem by Margaret Steele Anderson
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Cuckoo in the Pear-Tree
The Cuckoo sat in the old pear-tree,
Cuckoo!
Raining or snowing, nought cared he.
Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo, nought cared he.
The Cuckoo flew over a housetop high.
Cuckoo!
"Dear, are you at home, for here am I?
Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo, here am I."
"I dare not open the door to you.
Cuckoo!
Perhaps you are not the right cuckoo?
Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cukoo, the right Cuckoo!"
"I am the right Cuckoo, the proper one.
Cuckoo!
For I am my father's only son,
Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo, his only son."
"If you are your father's only son -
Cuckoo!
The bobbin pull tightly,
Come through the door lightly -
Cuckoo!
"If you are your father's only son -
Cuckoo!
It must be you, the only one -
Cuckoo, cuckoo, my own Cuckoo!
Cuckoo!"
poem by William Brighty Rands
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Plum's Destiny
A little plum dropped from the tree
and struck a frog upon his knee.
The frog did hurt and cried a lot
the plum said Oops, I plum forgot.
Which wasn't altogether true
you see a plum is always blue
a frog however must be green
thus he can easily be seen.
So, folks, it truly stands to reason
that in the Fall, the ripening season
a bit of care would be advised
that way a frog is not surprised.
In any case, the knee did swell
the plum just stayed right where it fell,
so in an effort now to heal
the frog fell for the plum appeal.
He grabbed the plum and opened wide
the plum prepared for its last ride.
And said before it was too late
a plum is to be eaten, mate.
So, you can see that those that fall
from trees or buildings, big and tall
will usually just fail to see
the maker of their destiny.
poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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Love That In Explainable Grip
Love that in explainable grip that fills your brain,
That grip that makes you want to hold on to somebody
Never letting go,
That in explainable want to shower them with diamonds
If you have any.
That in explainable urge to cuddle and kiss
Then sit on clouds eating chocolates filled with dreams,
Love that magic feel good feeling,
That in explainable grip that makes everybody pair
To climb the stair... to happiness.
poem by Ken e Hall
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Unrelated Thing
Do you smile cause Im funny? said the man
I wasnt joking and I meant the thing I said
Not at all, not at all
Said the woman to the man
I was thinking of an unrelated thing
Unconnected and free
No relationship to anything
How come you never look me in the eye?
Arent you listening to me said the man
Not at all, not at all
Said the woman to the man
Im still thinking of an unrelated thing
Somewhere other than here
Something else besides the man
Please explain the expression on your face
Then Ill know whats beneath it said the man
No you wont, no you wont
Said the woman to the man
Ill be thinking of an unrelated thing
Ill be thinking of an unrelated thing
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Between Sleep and Waking
SOFTLY in a dream I heard,
Ere the day was breaking,
Softly call a cuckoo bird
Between sleep and waking.
Calling through the rippling rain
And red orchard blossom;
Calling up old love again,
Buried in my bosom;
Calling till he brought you too
From some magic region;
And the whole spring followed you,
Birds on birds in legion.
Youth was in your beaming glance,
Love a rainbow round you;
Blushing trees began to dance,
Wreaths of roses crowned you.
And I called your name, and woke
To the cuckoo's calling;
And you waned in waning smoke,
As the rain was falling.
Had the cuckoo called 'Adieu,'
Ere the day was breaking?
All the old wounds bled anew
Between sleep and waking.
poem by Mathilde Blind
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My Quest My Life
Long night... long...
I ride on dark
To find
From where to where
Life flows
Blooming bleeding banishing
Breathing to meet its oath
All I keep behind
Peaks Oceans deserts
Thousand of thousands stars
Galaxies androids planets
Blue black green
Keep colors behind
Fly I smooth
In quest
In Quest
Found no end
No origin
From back to front
Everywhere exists
Silence
No chaos
No race
In solitude a wave
White
White
White
All shapes are bubbles
Floating flipping flickering
As white touches the frame
Bubbles are gone
Become the part
Only of white wave
Yet me not gone
And life alone
Move fast and fast
Waving back to front
View
Viewer
Viewing
Nowhere the finishing flag
Beginning everywhere
Every point as far
Conscious screening
White
White
White
Waving its cool and caring lap...
Pranab k c
18/06/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Sitting In My Tree
I often sit alone up in a tree
Waving to the ones that wave at me
I think well just how stupid can they be
Waving to a man up in a tree
What they dont know is I am counting them
I even count the ladies and the men
I put the numbers in my little book
And only me can ever have a look
All I ask is a piece of mind
Which I lost somewhere down amongst the mess
All I want is for people to be kind
And walk slower to be counted when they pass
I think well just how stupid can they be
Waving to a man up in a tree
I know that I will have to stop my fun
When I meet a girl who I can not count on
Maybe marry her and happy we would be
Not counting but a-sitting up a tree
I put the numbers in my little book
And only me can ever have a look
I think well just how stupid can they be
Waving to a man up in a tree
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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My 1st little car
Look there I see it
I seen it there just in sight
I felt the butterflies it felt so right
I felt the connection
I knew it was the perfect selection
My 1st little car
It was green and eye calling
The price cost my thoughts nothing
It stood out from the rest of the place
I knew that we would be together
I sat init and felt a warm embrace
My 1st little car
It called me over and invited me in
To take a drive and have our journey begin
It gleamed and shined it was nearly perfection
I drove for a while following the directions
Took it back to the garage and put down my deposit
My 1st little car
poem by Stephanie Mcgrath
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I Could Not Move To Boo Hoo
You once had said you loved me,
But the end of fun had come.
And there,
I stood and was stunned.
You left it to your friends to tell me,
It was over and done.
And there,
I stood and was stunned.
There was...
No place I could run.
I could not move to boo hoo,
'Cause I felt like such a cuckoo.
And there,
I stood and was stunned.
If I was a drinker,
I'd be woozy from the booze.
And there,
I stood and was stunned.
There was...
No place I could run.
You once had said you loved me,
But the end of fun had come.
And there,
I stood and was stunned.
You left it to your friends to tell me,
It was over and done.
And there,
I stood and was stunned.
There was...
No place I could run.
I could not move to boo hoo,
'Cause I felt like such a cuckoo.
And there,
I stood and was stunned.
I could not move to boo hoo,
'Cause I felt like such a cuckoo.
And there,
I stood and was stunned.
There was...
No place I could run.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Somebody Might Wave Back
Seven oclock in the morning and Im riding the overnight train
Ive got ten tonnes of luggage but I left it behind when I came
I look at my watch, says september seventeen
Were riding past some place where Ive never been
And Im waving through the window as we go
Somebody says well, hey, what are you waving at?
Well what have I got to lose
Somebody might wave back
Seven oclock in the morning and Im carrying bags under my eyes
Been awake all night, counting the hours to sunrise
(drawing patterns/beating rhythms) on the tabletop
I lift my gaze and my mouth just dropped
Someone waving in the window at me
And I say hey there, what are you waving at?
When he says what do I have to lose,
Somebody might wave back
What do I have to lose,
Somebody might wave back
song performed by by Waterboys
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Cuckoo Clock
We knew it must have been late
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
We had no time to wait
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
I went to light the fireplace
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
I planned it all this way, and
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
I snuggled close to her
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
Her heart began to purr
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
I held my breath inside, and then
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
I put my arms around her
(tick-tock)
Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)
Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)
Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)
Cuckoo, cuckoo
I put that birdie away
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
His cuckoo was gone to stay
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
We both apologized for why
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
Forgave that doggone cuckoo
I went back to her side
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
I had to swallow my pride
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
The fire had almost died away
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
We just got situated
(tick-tock)
Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)
Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)
Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)
Cuckoo, cuckoo
I took that clock apart
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
I broke the cuckoos heart
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
Hell never bother us again
(tick-tock, tick-tock)
We just forgot about him
(tick-tock)
Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)
Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)
Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)
Cuckoo, cuckoo
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Blue Eden
Embracing, distorting, supporting, comforting
Convincing you, consoling you
Controlling you, destroying you
All over you
I know someday well meet again
We come and go that way my friend
Its part of me, its part of you
You feel invincible, its just a part of life
You feel invincible, its just a part of life
song performed by by Neil Young
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Calling You
I had a dream that you stood right in front of me
And called to me in black and white
Though I could see you / I couldnt reach you
You faded into the light
And when the sun turns a dream to reality
Im left with such an empty space
I feel your spirit / know that Im near it
I swear I can see your face
Hear me calling you / calling you
But you just dont seem to answer anymore
Am I supposed to pretend I dont feel the pain
Like it happened only yesterday
No use in trying / to stop the crying
I cant make it go away
Hear me calling you / calling you
But you just dont seem to answer anymore
Im calling you / calling you
And Im afraid you wont answer anymore
Where is the healing you promised me
Maybe this feeling will burn in me forever
Hear me calling you / calling you
But you just dont seem to answer anymore
Im calling you / calling you
And Im afraid you wont answer anymore
Calling you and Im afraid that you wont answer anymore
song performed by by Richard Marx
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Fruit Tree
Twilight, soon it will be dark, sparrows are flying back, god knows
where they have been. A flock meet in my plum tree, there is livid
arguing, who is going sit where. My tree doesn’t bear crops, yet
it is a fruit tree, my neighbour says so. I’m a plum tree too grew
up tall and stylish women flocked around me, I married five times
... and not a bloody plum. Grey trunk, limp leaves and when dusk
comes no one sits on my twigs; I have to invent stories of plums
I never had. Fine plums, juicy plums all of them females that never
matured and left me alone to fend for myself in time of solitude.
Night, and in my heart there a is longing for the unfeasible.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Sad cuckoo
Have you ever seen sad cuckoo?
Yes I have seen and it is very much true
Hardly any one can notice it in early hours
As cuckoo has disappeared and seen no where
I sued to wake up with her call
When night was about to face its fall
So dreadful, frightening and calm
I heard her melodious voice with no harm
Some new habitats are coming up on hills
It is strong dissent by birds and animals
Wild animals attack the human beings
As they are capable and first kings
Some time in the morning I heard beautiful voice
As if calm with no more music to create with noise
As forbidden to use morning top places near by
Time has come for them to bid a good bye
I guessed it right
They had made no effort to fight
With no option in hand but to migrate
No more melody in morning to state
They are now no where
Vacated place and gone somewhere
Thick branches and trees have disappeared
Their existence is totally now feared
They might have gone too far
But that places are not too safer
It is unfortunate that we have turned cruel
Hand is laid everywhere to speak unwell
It can be considered unfortunate and not right
But think of peasants and small farmer's plight
They are influenced by high price rise
Brought round the corner to sell it to our surprise
Not only birds, animals but poor may be scarce
The talk of future development may turn farce
All over you may find high rise buildings
For small piece of land you may find high biddings
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Equalizer
In a small hut on the hill
Lived a poor man named Bill
He could not spell it made life hell
At times there was no wood in the shed
The family went many times hungry to bed
But when he sat under the old Linden Tree
He had this feeling of being free
His gaze would wander over mountains and dales
Feeling tired but forgot what ails
Then came the knock on the door
He ask who they were calling for
It's me the Grim Reaper said
There is no sense going to bed
Come with me and the other one
And my calling for the day is done…
There comes a time when all is fair
But the lord of the manor was stroking his hair
His hand cradled a delicate crystal glass
A dozen red roses stood in a vase
On a table filled with food to delight
The view from the window a beautiful sight
His coat was pure silk the shirt out of lace
His mind from the wine in a haze
He lived in splendor every day of his life
Not caring for others strife
Then came the knock on the door
He ask who they were calling for
It's me the Grim Reaper said
There is no sense going to bed
Come with me and the other one
And my calling for the day is done…
poem by Ingeborg von Finsterwalde
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Not very anxious
Not very anxious
to bloom,
my plum tree.
Translated by Robert Hass
poem by Kobayashi Issa
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The Atheist And The Acorn
Methinks this World is oddly made,
And ev'ry thing's amiss,
A dull presuming Atheist said,
As stretch'd he lay beneath a Shade;
And instanced in this:
Behold, quoth he, that mighty thing,
A Pumpkin, large and round,
Is held but by a little String,
Which upwards cannot make it spring,
Or bear it from the Ground.
Whilst on this Oak, a Fruit so small,
So disproportion'd, grows;
That, who with Sence surveys this All,
This universal Casual Ball,
Its ill Contrivance knows.
My better Judgment wou'd have hung
That Weight upon a Tree,
And left this Mast, thus slightly strung,
'Mongst things which on the Surface sprung,
And small and feeble be.
No more the Caviller cou'd say,
Nor farther Faults descry;
For, as he upwards gazing lay,
An Acorn, loosen'd from the Stay,
Fell down upon his Eye.
Th' offended Part with Tears ran o'er,
As punish'd for the Sin:
Fool! had that Bough a Pumpkin bore,
Thy Whimseys must have work'd no more,
Nor Scull had kept them in.
poem by Anne Kingsmill Finch
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Christmas Green Tree
All the trees shed their leaves
Stood under black dress
Everywhere white snows
Except Christmas green tree
Children played in the valley
Making Ice balls and stick
The black tree doesn`t open eye
Except Christmas green tree
Little stars glimpses on
With the trees waving head
Singing Carol on the way
Jingle bell and Santa Claus
The Only tree is stood in green
Horrible winter coolly days
Blessing infent`s Holy birth
Enjoy happy Praise the Lord...
poem by Vinod Kumar
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