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A Shadow And The Heavy Rains...

a heavy rain
a dark night

inside the comfort
of a room with
walls of wood

a shadow sings
silence

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Walls Of Red Wing

Oh, the age of the inmates
I remember quite freely:
No younger than twelve,
No older n seventeen.
Thrown in like bandits
And cast off like criminals,
Inside the walls,
The walls of red wing.
From the dirty old mess hall
You march to the brick wall,
Too weary to talk
And too tired to sing.
Oh, its all afternoon
You remember your home town,
Inside the walls,
The walls of red wing.
Oh, the gates are cast iron
And the walls are barbed wire.
Stay far from the fence
With the lectricity sting.
And its keep down your head
And stay in your number,
Inside the walls,
The walls of red wing.
Oh, its fare thee well
To the deep hollow dungeon,
Farewell to the boardwalk
That takes you to the screen.
And farewell to the minutes
They threaten you with it,
Inside the walls,
The walls of red wing.
Its many a guard
That stands around smilin,
Holdin his club
Like he was a king.
Hopin to get you
Behind a wood pilin,
Inside the walls,
The walls of red wing.
The night aimed shadows
Through the crossbar windows,
And the wind punched hard
To make the wall-siding sing.
Its many a night I pretended to be a-sleepin,
Inside the walls,
The walls of red wing.
As the rain rattled heavy
On the bunk-house shingles,
And the sounds in the night,
They made my ears ring.
til the keys of the guards
Clicked the tune of the morning,
Inside the walls,
The walls of red wing.
Oh, some of usll end up
In st. cloud prison,
And some of usll wind up
To be lawyers and things,
And some of usll stand up
To meet you on your crossroads,
From inside the walls,
The walls of red wing.

song performed by by Bob Dylan
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Silence In The Shadow

Silence in the shadow
Thine breath an afterglow
Of silent dark love
The love thine dark show

With eyes open I see
The love of me
The silent dark love
The love I yearn to be

Silence in the shadow
The dark I truly hallow
Hanging from the wood
The wood of death's gallow

Death where no one sees me

poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Out Out

Had enough of this
Out out out out
I seen a crazy dog, crazy dog
In the flowers in the wood, crazy dog
Ive seen a crazy dog, crazy dog
Crash through flowers in the big wood
Do not know why it is that everywhere I go
Im seeing tall trees, tall trees
They cover me
All around me
As theyre standing up all around me
With their big leaves, small leaves
They cover me
Ive had enough
I want out out, out out
Gotta do something, cant do nothing
Cause I know these people, they dont know me at all
I want to hold you in my arms
I want out, I want out, out out
I want out, I want out, out out
When Im home I look around me in a room
I see the white walls, stone walls, so solid
And in the lonely night, watch the disappearing light
On white walls, stone walls, swear theyre moving in
Gotta do something, cant do nothing
Cause I know these people, they dont know me at all
I want to hold you in my arms, again
I want to hold you in my arms
I want out, I want out, out out
I want out, I want out, out out
Out out out hey hey hey out out
Out out out ho ho ho ho...
Come out of the night
I want out, I want out
Come out of the shadow
Out of fear, out of fear and pain
Into the warming sun
Into the warming sun
I will be with you again, will be with you
Out of the shadow, out of fear and pain
I will be, I will be, I will be, I will be
I will be with you again
Out out, out, out
Drain away the blood, out of darkness
Out of shadow, out of the night
Out of all the pain Im going
Ho ho ho ho, out out...
Out out out out out hey hey...

song performed by by Peter Gabriel
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Walls

Walls of stone and walls of brick,
Some walls thin and some walls thick,
Walls so high and walls so low,
Walls to hide and walls to show.

Walls quite short and walls quite tall,
Some walls, last well, some walls fall,
Walls for comfort, walls of hate,
Walls for security, walls ornate.

Some as a barricade, some to support,
Walls of wood and walls of iron wrought,
Walls as a barrier, walls to enclose,
Some are to sit on, some to lean and doze.

Walls we build ourselves, these aren't good,
Walls for privacy, walls that have stood,
So many years through weather foul or fine,
Walls, that are yours, walls that are mine.

Brick by brick they are built to last,
Whether built now or in the past,
They shelter us from so many things,
And shield us from whatever this life brings.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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Guitarra Portuguesa

in the cafe
Carlos Paredes held the Portuguese
guitar – walnut wood – the body
of Lisbon – with twelve strings
his fingers emulated rain

across the room a woman began
dancing –
the fingerpicking and figueto
described her movements –
the underwater sway
of sea grass –
I was submerged

her figure haunted every glass
of water or wine

her shadow drifted through the welter
of candlelight
on the adobe walls

after the final chord
floated across the room
and Carlos Peredes put his guitar down
I breathed in deeply
the steam of baked salmon
buttery spinach and garlic bread –
the music had entered everything

I placed a grape between my teeth
tasted the dark surge of juices

when I realized I could no longer see
the dancer
I wondered if she had disappeared
inside of me

poem by Michael Spring
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6th Nonsense

The room is dark, I die.
Like painting the wind, it's impossible.
If oranges were gray we might call them 'Grays'
That would be groovy.
The room is dark, I die.

The room is dark, I die.
If there's rain in Spain would it make it to Maine?
I don't think so.
Everything's Zen?
I don't think so.
The room is dark I die.

The room is dark, I die.
I want to drift through lavender fields like honey on a cotton ball.
Dig it.
But the high-talking motorcross bandits won't let me.
The sorrow.
The room is dark, I die.

The room is dark, I die.
But if I were in Punjab I never would have seen the quartet.
If only quartets had 7 people.
That's alright because bunsen burners don't cost much.
The room is dark, I die.

The room is dark, I die.
That's my favorite Bible verse.
I think it's in Lushiticus, or Nueteronomy.
The hail storms don't mean anything when you're a unicorn anyway.
The room is dark, I die.

poem by Sledge Hammer
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Heavy Rain (Not Again)

Heavy rain
Not again
Washing on the line
(Not mine)
Clean the car
How brave you are
Heavy rain
What a pain
Try the beach
It's within reach
The lawn to mow
Where did the sun go
Heavy rain
What a bane
Walk today
That's the way
A bike ride
Why stay inside
Heavy rain
Not again

poem by Rose Angel H
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What Is There

a worm inside the home
of its hollows
at night it sings and i can hear
its joys of
home and family

a bird rests on a twig of a tree
it sleeps beside the
quarter moon
the leaves are calm
respectful of the
silence

inside the room
i contemplate on this
perfection: nature in harmony
with the self
there is joy
indescribable
there is sorrow shared
in our solitude

there is this silence that
respects the earth
like the stars
in perpetual twinkle

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Silence

Silence builds within these walls.
Across my brain a dark spectre crawls.
I feel the maddness creeping in.
Or was it long ago it did begin?

I can not tell,
because I reside within my shell.
Where only silence calms infernal hell.
Internal silence to keep from breaking.

I've hurt enough.
I take refuge,
from all the pain I dealt to you.
A dark shadow I cast upon your life.
Now silence strikes,
and blindness hides the love we shared.
Myself I now despise.

Silence surrounds pumping in my head,
in my veins a pounding beat that drains.
I'll sit here now in contemplation and meditation.
Pondering mistakes I've made small and great.

The spider runs across my brain,
as silence fills with loathsome shame.
Tears run from my eyes as acid rain.
I'll wrap myself up in deep refrain.
Until I make my penance and lift the grey.

poem by Michael McParland
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Imperative Movement

Water
Shining
Dark night

Who’s that walking past?
Only shadow on the moving waters!

Dark silence
Speaking silence
Between the shadow
And me…

One moving
On the moving waters
Me
On the dark earth

Inimitable darkness
Imperative movement!

poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Inside The Cross of Iron Shadow

Inside The Cross of Iron Shadow
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Shape to Guide Aligned by Light
Formed of Cross Divide of Shadow
Light to Darken The Cross Within
The Dark Surround The Light With Out
Shape To Confine The Shadow Caste Of Iron Cross

Pieced Together The Puzzle Within
Immediate Light of Circumstantial

Fade to Black
Cross Fade to Light
The Sound Staged Within

Shadow Sounds Free of Night
Forged Of Iron Shadow

Holier Than Thou Be This Shadow Cross of Age
Cast of Moon Beam of Light to Burn
Outline of Cross Confines The Shadow Dark
Which Binds A Mind To Light

Fore There In No Way Exist
This One Without The Other Side of Good
As Day to Blackest Night of Evil
As Sun Give Rise to Dawn To Cast Away
The Nightmare Within A Mind Of Day and Shadow

Night of Day To Darkest Cross Beam of Light
To Light A Mind Eclipsed In Shadow
Forever In Light To Dark Shade of Gray Matter
Inside The Cross Of Iron Shadow.

poem by Ricardo Antunes
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Listening

I listen to the stillness of you,
My dear, among it all;
I feel your silence touch my words as I talk,
And take them in thrall.

My words fly off a forge
The length of a spark;
I see the night-sky easily sip them
Up in the dark.

The lark sings loud and glad,
Yet I am not loth
That silence should take the song and the bird
And lose them both.

A train goes roaring south,
The steam-flag flying;
I see the stealthy shadow of silence
Alongside going.

And off the forge of the world,
Whirling in the draught of life,
Go sparks of myriad people, filling
The night with strife.

Yet they never change the darkness
Or blench it with noise;
Alone on the perfect silence
The stars are buoys.

poem by David Herbert Lawrence
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Inside That Room

inside that room

clutters of old things
a conglomeration of dusts
silent stones
broken wedges
blunt shapes and sharp edges

inside that room

that silence we both shared
isolated moans
tongues lingering

inside that room
our memories

now the door is closed.
inside that room
the noise of insistence
the clap of a disaster
we disown

inside that room
the impregnation of tough thoughts
with soft laces
of ductile memories

inside that room
oh! there is no

us anymore.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Light Of The Night

Who says is the night dark?
En the night we have all the light
We see everything en our life
With our heart
And our soul
En the day, we count
The seconds
The minutes
The hours......
Waiting the night
Waiting to came back
To ourselves
To our heart
To our soul

Who says the night is dark?
En the night we see
The universe
The light of the universe
The life of the universe
En our sky
We feel we are one party of this universe unlimited
We feel we are a party of the unlimited
We feel unlimited....

Who says the night is dark?
En the night
We take trip en the world of the silence
We listen the nice music of the silence
A silence talking

Who says the night is dark?

En the night
We go inside the hearts
We go en the depth of the hearts
We take a long way en depth of the hearts
A long an illuminated way
We see every thing inside the hearts

Who says the night is dark?
Who says the night is dark?

poem by Rachi Tibar
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Can The Middle Of The Darkest Night/Be Morning?

CAN THE MIDDLE OF THE DARKEST NIGHT/ BE MORNING?

Can the middle of the darkest night
Be morning?
Can we begin again
When all seems lost?
Is there a way out
When there seems no way out?

The dark rain falls and the dark rain gives all living things life
But in the middle of the night
Inside
The warmth and the walls say all.

Can we begin again?
Can I begin again?
I don’t know.

Morning light will come again to the world.
But will it come for me?

poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Room That Was Locked

we talk about nothing last night
and for the past few nights about the room that was locked.
long time ago, even the mere mention of that room
they remember, the old folks always reminded us
of the penalties, for the mere use of words,
and there was fear and there was the suppressed silence
that eventually bothered each of those who thought about it,

except for one man, who one day, with all his anger,
got a bit piece of wood, the one left by the termites,
and hit the room that was always locked, and when its
door was broken, they all went it, to know what secret lies
inside the abandoned room that was forbidden.

to their aghast, there is nothing there.
except perhaps, the mere fear about its being forbidden.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Dark Room

Time has ended so I lay
The end to a very painful day
I lay silent with nothing to say
Here in my dark room

With eyes open I can hardly see
Staring at the ceiling thinking of me
Wondering in the future what I will be
Here in my dark room

Will I still have my dark room
The place where there is peace
Or will I feel deceased
In a new dark room

But maybe when the night turns to shine
I won’t feel so but feel fine
Until night when I come back and whine
Here is my dark room

Now it is late I can’t see no more
My arm falls and drops to the floor
The liquid dreams in my head start to pour
Here is my dark room

poem by Paul Celano
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Labyrinth

the uneven rhythm of silence
as night pulls the living into
its patchy blanket falls heavy
on the heart’s ears…

the sound of sound sleep
breathes heavier on the
jagged walls of the night
echoing on the abandoned skin

the abandoned echo fills
the precincts of the streets
the irregular rhythm throngs
the foot-paths of the night

once in a way a baton
proves its power
once in a way
blazing lights stop by…

in the dark silence
do they seek a brief respite
and shake off night’s embrace
to begin yet another day…

17mar2010
14.14hrs

poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Let It Rain!

Rain! Rain!
Let it rain!
Let the rain wash away the pain.

Furious thunder,
Roaring across the sky.
Releasing her anger,
That was kept inside.

Rain! Rain!
Let it rain!
Let the rain wash off the stain.

Heavy raindrops,
Pouring down to the ground.
Expressing her sorrows,
That was held inside

Rain! Rain!
Let it rain!
Let the nature heal the pain.

Violent wind,
Blowing out of control.
Exerting her power,
That was once withheld.

Rain! Rain!
Let it rain!
Soon there will be no more pain.

poem by Niu Niu
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Did You Say The Weather Is Not Fine?

i didn't know really that it is always raining.
most of my time is spent inside my room.
inside my self. inside the marrow of my bones.

i do not like the rain. Or any news of it.
I do not go outside, i may meet the rain and
i told you
i do not like any rain, or any sound of the rain.

i am inside myself. And there is no rain anymore.
and of course, the weather is always fine
deep inside this miniature world of fine weathers
that i make myself.

just fine. and too small for any kind of rain.
clouds don't fit in here.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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