A Little Reflection
early this morning just
when the sun is rising
i sit on a reclining chair
in the garden
i see the sun rising
and its rays reaching
my skin
warm as a caressing
hand of my beloved
i close my eyes
and see the calm
inside my heart
how beautiful
how warm
i sit under the sun
and hear a bird singing
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sun and the old man
Sun and the old man
It was an early morning.
Cool and mild breeze were blowing.
The sun was rising from the east.
Its beautiful red rays were calm and cool
and
were looking like the beautiful face of a bride.
However, in the noon, the scenario has been changed.
The sun rays were hot and cruel
They were looking like a cruel angry man.
In the evening, the sun was going to set in the west.
The sun rays were cool and calm.
They were looking like the stretched hands of an old man
lying on the bed.
poem by Vijay Gupta
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I miss the green of my world
I miss the green of my world
I miss the green of muria
The huge trees spread
Everywhere I sight
T miss the green of my front of garden
Where the flower blossom
Roses, jasmines, orchids, and another
I miss the bird
Singing, shouting in the morning
I miss the sun
The morning rising
The warm in my skin
I miss my
Kadilangu, feb/o3/o8
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The Glow In My Eyes Just The Same
It’s the light not to touch might bruise the heart
Glittering drops revealed in pearls
Grasshopper feast for an endless leap
Wind swept caressing beautiful morning
Of coming so close never to return
The beams soft rising rising from hands
It’s the light not to touch might bruise the heart
Might ruin the whole within a song
The final breathing of all the mists
In clouds raising thorns
In clouds growing flowers
Wind swept caressing beautiful morning
Of coming so close never to return.
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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God's Gift - Nature...........
When the beautiful morning comes
The rays of rising sun kiss her
When the garden of nature open its heart
The garden of flowers hugs her to welcome
When the trees dance to tune of wind
The birds singing to the nature's choir
When the gentleness of nature is filled pleasure
Then the earth get wet with weather
When the nature forgets its vastness
Then the God shows her how big her place on earth
Let us thank God for his creation and given us
eyes to see lovely gift - Nature
poem by Ravi Sathasivam
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The blue sky in my home
The blue sky in my home
Good morning, bird
Good morning, sun
The blue sky in my home
I miss in my every day
For my clothes wet
To be dry
Good morning, bird
Good morning, sun
I miss you singing in the morning
When the sun rising
I miss you singing in the morning
When my mom cooking
The blue sky the singing bird the sun rising
Before I leaving
Praying to raise up my dreaming
Kadilangu, feb/03/2oo8
poem by Khoirun Niam
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I could die inside your black eyes
You who walked up
From the remnants of lifetime wars
You who exonerates the
Disciplines of the Eastern
Land of Morning, Sun-rising
The only man whose feet
I have ever wanted to kiss,
My Dancer, Teacher, Lover
I could die inside your black eyes
Faultless beauty
Man-beautiful.
Teach me to be the lotus
In your sky, a flower
In your hand
Your Morning, Sun-rising
And I will yield
A thousand jeweled petals
For your every smile
My Dancer, Teacher, Lover
I could die inside your black eyes
Faultless beauty
Man-beautiful...
poem by Míchealín Daugherty
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New Warm Skin (demo)
One fatal gift
Arrived here today
Heavenly sent
From the beauticians that pray
Here comes that face
And it's a textural treat
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
New
Warm
Skin
New
Warm
Expensive to touch
It's a novocaine skin
Beauty; this beast
Is transparent and thin
This sun can be cruel
I don't want to melt
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
New Warm Skin
New Warm Skin
New Warm Skin
New Warm
One fatal gift
Arrived here today
Contorted dreams
Of the beauticians that pray
Crawling out of this heat
And drifting this way
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
New Warm Skin
New Warm Skin
New Warm Skin
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
song performed by by Simple Minds
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New Warm Skin
One fatal gift
Arrived here today
Heavenly sent
From the beauticians that pray
Here comes that face
And its a textural treat
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
New
Warm
Skin
New
Warm
Expensive to touch
Its a novocaine skin
Beauty; this beast
Is transparent and thin
This sun can be cruel
I dont want to melt
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
New warm skin
New warm skin
New warm skin
New warm
One fatal gift
Arrived here today
Contorted dreams
Of the beauticians that pray
Crawling out of this heat
And drifting this way
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
New warm skin
New warm skin
New warm skin
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
Lyrics : j kerr music : simple minds (c) emi publishing ltd reproduced without permission
song performed by by Simple Minds
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Think About You
I listen to the birds singing
early in the morning
as I wake up out of bed
but thier songs that I hear
doesn't sound the same
not how they use to
when you were here
all I hear is name
still all that I can do
is think about you
I watch the rising sun
peek out over that horizon
ready to shine down
on a brand new day
but it won't be shining
down on me today
with clouds in my head
bringing in the rain
from everything you said
that fills the heart full of pain
still all that I can do
is think about you
Trying to lose myself
inside the crowd
to forget about yesterday
still feeling alone
now that you're not around
seems everything here is gone
and still all that I can do
is think about you
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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Rising Sun
On the street of villains taken for a ride
you can have the devil as a guide
crippled by the boundaries, programmed into guilt
'til your nervous system starts to tilt.
And in the room of mirrors you can see for miles
but everything that's there is in disguise
every word you've uttered and every thought you've had
is all inside your file, the good and the bad.
But in the rising sun you can feel your life begin
universe at play inside your DNA
you're a billion years old today
oh the rising sun and the place it's coming from
is inside of you and now your payment's overdue
oh the rising sun, oh the rising sun.
On the avenue of sinners I have been employed
working there 'til I was near destroyed
I was almost a statistic inside a doctor's case
when I heard the messenger from inner space
he was sending me a signal that so for long I had
ignored
but he held on to my umbilical cord
until the ghost of memory trapped in my body mind
came out of hiding to become alive.
And in the rising sun you can hear your life begin
and it's here and there nowhere and everywhere
though it's atmosphere is rare
oh the rising sun and the place that it's coming from
is inside of me and now I feel it constantly
oh the rising sun, oh the rising sun, oh the rising
sun.
But in the rising sun you can feel your life begin
universe at play inside your DNA
you're a billion years old today
oh the rising sun and the place it's coming from
is inside of you and now your payment's overdue
oh the rising sun, oh the rising sun, oh the rising
sun.
song performed by by George Harrison
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August Mornings
On a fine August morning
As I stand before the clearing
I would see the dappled clouds in the east
Turning orange-red.
I would then see
A round red ball rising up slowly
And would close my eyes in her honor.
In response, she would send
The first rays of her light to kiss me.
Fresh breezing air from the garden
Would then hurry up to hug me.
August mornings are lovelier like my mum
They are fresh and tender like her love
They are caring like her hands.
So what if my mum is far away in the east
I keep getting her call
Every morning when
The first rays of the sun kiss me with love.
poem by Krishna Sharma
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Early Morning Thoughts
early morning thoughts
as warm as the rising sun
as beautiful as the temporary
dew on the leaves
of the red petals of the rose
in the garden
time becomes a luxury
time that pass and
does not come back
does not wait
you stop
and reflect upon those thoughts
that stand by
like passengers of the bus
going to a faraway
place on an unknown destination
you become that bus
and you let them all in
filled
and heavy you start the engine
and go
and forget that you
are a farmer in the garden
and not the driver
of this bus on an unknown destination
you account for each
you stare at their faces
and begin to ask
their names
the place where they come from
the loves of their lives
their misfortunes
and the reason why they are alive
why they want to go away
why the want
to die
you grieve and send the sighs to sky
and then
you send them all away
you write.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Life Has A Great Customer!
Life is having one great customer,
The Lord in disguise in every life,
Blessed is the lotus, which blooms in mudfilled lake,
Golden petals lotus, in trifle suffered hearts,
May it be an Einstein,
or may a Gibran,
Such births take place in this pool,
Filled with so many problems!
Yet the love is so great,
I love my beloved more than my life,
This life is his,
This life is for him,
Every moment I die and reborn in him,
Every sound of rustling leaves,
My beloved's call,
With every wind the fragrance of beloved cometh,
Every moving cloud shows,
Different face of my beloved,
With every raise and fall of a wave,
My beloved shows up,
In every golden rays of the Morning Sun is my beloved's procession,
Rooster calling, wake up see the glories procession of beloved,
Birds singing praise of the beloved,
In dewdrops his world shineth,
Everyday if one rooster or bird gone,
It take the rebirth to sing his glory,
Every dew dropp evaporated appear next morning,
So am I to die every moment,
To this world I am dead,
Ever living and sleeping in beloved's heart,
Whenever I want my eyes to fill his glory,
I come out of his heart,
Stand aside, and look at my beloved's beautiful face!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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It Is So Warm For Early In December
It is so warm for early in December the birds are panting and scarce a puff of breeze
And the tar is boiling on the sunlit roadway in temperatures of over thirty degrees
How come it's so warm this early on in Summer? we hear the scientists talk of the ozone hole
If this be true we have influenced the weather and the temperatures not beyond our control.
Some scientists claim it's due to man's pollution that we experience the weather extremes
The water now is down to a slow trickle in the polluted rivers, creeks and streams
Three weeks ago the low lying paddocks flooded the changes a few warm weeks can bring
And the farmers they are praying for rain already although we've had big rainfalls through the Spring
Each year the Summer temperatures keep rising and the warm weather goes into late Fall
And despite the first week of heavy rains the weather bureau
claim it's been the warmest November of them all
'Twould seem the coastal towns will do well for Christmas and traffic jams on the highway to the sea
And New Year's day will find them by the ocean the working man and his wife and family.
It is so warm for early in December and Summer days have only just begun
And people already wearing their sun hats and sun screens to keep away the cruel rays of the sun
And some scientists claim that the extremes of weather is or was never beyond our control
And that modern man who creates much pollution is responsible for the big ozone hole.
poem by Francis Duggan
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This Morning Bird
This morning bird likes to sing
She likes to hear the morning bells ring
This morning bell is nice and clear to me
This morning bird shows no sympathy
This morning bird is very calm
But not calm enough when it
Comes to cruelty and bombs
So be careful and be calm to this morning bird
Because her sounds are the best things u ever heard
poem by Va Rockeya Foy
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Forever in My Dreams
Close to the morning hours before I awaken,
I find myself looking outside of the window of my dreams-
Sometimes amidst the bleak darkness, the full moon is rising above the treetops,
Stars are seemingly cascading behind mountains of far away places-
I hear footsteps faintly passing by, perhaps down the hallway of my fantasies-
Slowly my eyes would open and I find myself
Looking outside of the same window and
All I can see are shadows of trees that would be
Touching the sky within a figment of my imagination-
Close to the morning hours, close to the time that the world awakens,
I find myself lost in thought, disappearing into some other realm.
The full moon battles with the rising sun, stars shooting and seemingly cascading,
Saturn, Mars and Venus are dancing in rhythm to
The doleful and mystical song of the locusts screaming-
Inside the fortress of my thoughts,
I have made my home inside this kingdom in the sky-
In this place where the light of the moon is overpowered
By the rays of the early morning sun-
The colors of the sky are reborn- cyanotic blue and
Pearl-white clouds, seemingly tinted with gold,
Amidst the phantasmal waltz of my imagination,
I can hear voices familiar only to myself,
Shouting words that terrify and evoke moments of madness-
It has been said that reason can be affected by the light of the full moon
Before daybreak and I would ride bareback upon the tail of a shooting star
If I only could, as it would take me on a journey across the universe,
Perhaps to a safer place within this magical kingdom in the sky-
Close to the morning hours before I awaken,
I have lost myself inside a magnificent place of my own creation-
A place from which I would never leave if I could only wish upon a star-
This would be my utmost desire- as this lurid but dismal world
Into which I was born has not been kind to me-
As my memory becomes a vehicle traveling backward in time-
I can recall terrifying sights only I could see and threatening voices which
Only I could hear- within that moment that darkness transforms to dawn,
I find my spirit having been rudely snatched away from this place of my fondest reverie-
So I close my eyes and then I can see the stars once more, the moon and Saturn dancing-
And I begin to lose myself once again traveling across this pathway of my dreams-
Tears are falling from my eyes as they open because this vision can never become reality-
Tears would glisten with dewdrops upon the leaves upon the trees reflecting the
Early morning sunlight as I close my eyes once again and wish upon that star
As I would for always and forever in every passing thought…
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Your perfect
The darkness of the night sky
With the stars shining bright
The full moon rising
What a nice summer night
A gush of warm wind
Against my face
Sitting here with you
Mt heart begins to race
You wrap your arm around me
Holding me close
You're warm and gentle
I love you the most
You kiss my forehead
As I lean more on you
This is love
I swear it's true
We lay back
And look at the night sky
When i'm with you
I feel I can fly
You kiss my lips
As I kiss yours
We close our eyes
It felt like a pause
Everything's perfect
When I'm with you
Promise you'll stay with me
Cause we are the two
poem by Lisa French
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Jeff stibe
His hug feels like a warm summer day,
His smile brighteneds up every ones day,
As if the sun could,
On a summer morning i wake up to hear him singing,
As if a bird would on a warm summer morning,
The times we laughed together,
are the memories I try so hard to keep alive,
I sit outside to feel the wind run past my ears,
As if you are trying to talk to me,
My emotions tiptoe in,
I feel a tear trickle down the side of my face,
As if the summer day is turning grey,
It was your time to move on,
And for the season of summer the time has come too,
Knowing that your gone makes me week inside,
I know now that life is too short,
But i will see you in time,
In my place between where the angels fly and and the world that i live in
poem by Ashley Guess
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The Man's Presence
see a man, feel the rising sun,
setting sun rising moon of each day
over his East, his West, his ears, his eyes,
though they have appeared to have
stepped quietly out of him, a moon,
embracing, losing herself in the warm light of sun
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Dreamin'
If I close my eyes I see your face and I'm not without you
If I trying hard and concentrate I can still hear you speak
I picture myself in your room by the chair
you're smoking a cigarette
If I close my eyes I can see your face you're saying, "I missed you"
Dreamin' - I'm always dreamin'
If I close my eyes I can smell your perfume you look and say "Hi baby"
If I close my eyes pictures from China still hang from the wall
I hear the dog bark I turned and say, "what were you saying?"
I pictured you in the red chair inside the pale room
You sat in your chair with a tube in your arm - you were so skinny
You were still making jokes I don't know what drugs they had you on
You said, " I guess this is not the time for long term investments"
You were always laughing but you never laughing at me
They say in the end the pain was so bad that you were screaming
Now you were no saint but you deserved better than that
From the corner I watch them moving things from your apartment
But I can picture you red chair and pale room inside my head
If I close my eyes I see your face and I'm not without you
If I try hard and concentrate I can gear your voice saying,
"Who better than you"
If I close my eyes I can't believe that I'm here without you
Inside your pale room your empty red chair and my head
Dreamin' , I'm always dreamin'
song performed by by Lou Reed
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