A transfer of assurances
In the meeting of the frail monastery
Of light
And the wet trickles of the rain
By the wall
Between them
Speaks the throat of the wind
Murmuring
The loneliness of their hearts
It is the breaking of day
And the little bird
Sings the
Darkness of the fences
Disintegrating into shattered
Shadows
The exhilaration of the sun
Comes like a passage
Of his chants of
Love
Sleep decays
Between the trees
And the hammock
Of green grass
The assurance of what is azure
Dissolves the regrets
Of her insecure sighs
Emotion moves
In little glances
And close the cracks
Of his doubts
Vulnerable
Her fervor climbs like
A vine
Climbing toward
The gentle rays of the sun
And like
An old myth
She rests and sleeps again
In the broadness
Of daylight
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When the wind sighs
When the wind sighs
When the wind sighs
The blind-fold statue sings
The faces of the skies are dark
And the cloud flies.
When the wind sighs
From the door-crevice in
It begs to enter in
How darker are the shadows on the walls
How sad how sad the flame wavers
As on the wall it flickers:
When the wind sighs
The sea’s black turns to green
And on the city-bastions tall
The first chill blow of wind
The first chill dropp of rain
And in the alley strait
Rain-waters gurgle down
The old stone-cobbled streets:
When the wind sighs
When the wind sighs.
poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
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Light And Wind
Where, through the myriad leaves of forest trees,
The daylight falls, beryl and chrysoprase,
The glamour and the glimmer of its rays
Seem visible music, tangible melodies:
Light that is music; music that one sees-
Wagnerian music-where forever sways
The spirit of romance, and gods and fays
Take form, clad on with dreams and mysteries.
And now the wind's transmuting necromance
Touches the light and makes it fall and rise,
Vocal, a harp of multitudinous waves
That speaks as ocean speaks-an utterance
Of far-off whispers, mermaid-murmuring sighs-
Pelagian, vast, deep down in coral caves.
poem by Madison Julius Cawein
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On a Baby Buried by the Hawkesbury
A grace that was lent for a very few hours,
By the bountiful Spirit above us;
She sleeps like a flower in the land of the flowers,
She went ere she knew how to love us.
Her music of Heaven was strange to this sphere,
Her voice is a silence for ever;
In the bitter, wild fall of a sorrowful year,
We buried our bird by the river.
But the gold of the grass, and the green of the vine,
And the music of wind and of water,
And the torrent of song and superlative shine,
Are close to our dear little daughter.
The months of the year are all gracious to her,
A winter breath visits her never;
She sleeps like a bird in a cradle of myrrh,
By the banks of the beautiful river.
poem by Henry Kendall
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The bird sleeps in the bamboo grove
It is night.
The moon glows above the grove. There is another moon too in the pond.
The stars too glow, scattered all over the expansive sky.
It is a cool night.
The bird is asleep.
The bird rests on a bamboo branch with thick leaves.
And the night whispers to the bird:
'sleep gentle soul
that sings for delight;
sleep kind heart
that nature fashioned;
sleep while sister moon watches over you
sleep while the stars bless you
with starlight, starlight;
O sleep gentle soul
that sings for delight
sleep all night
in bamboo embrace'
poem by Raj Arumugam
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Trust
Dharma emeralds with green essence
We glean our wisdom cleansed
Monastery where silence has eyes
Scottish Highlands where rain sighs
Her Zen doorways have no corridors
Rivers flow with blissful surprise
Connections are the currents of life
See the lotus shine in the moonlight
Rubies glisten like a cutting knife
Gold dust rises in the placid dream
Your fate is in the hands of honor
Every hour stands awakened
Every flower beckons the soul
Eternity is a step at a time
Let love bloom today without fear
Roots go deep into the sky
I am the dappled rain ringing her bells
We meld like olive branches in the sun
Trust an azure haven where rivers flow
Slowly we merge into the wet dew
New foundations built upon the rock
The loss of control is loves doors
Vulnerable newborn kittens
Let the breeze whisper her name
I eat the daily bread and the new wine
Warmth brings a fire of heavenly words
We blossom in one another’s arms
Born of years of longing and loneliness
Now prayer guides the bride of lilies
True friends pray for one another
We laugh and cry like sweet lovers
Trust climbs the lofty stairs
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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A Silent World
got a headache
and i shall not tell you
i do not share pain
so i hide away from you
i go behind the house
tied a hammock between two trees
the sun is up and
the shade is cool
i lay my body inside the hammock
and i rock myself slowly
slowly sleep drowns me
into a forgetting
the world is silent
upon a grass so green
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hillfor the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
poem by Maya Angelou
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Tall shadow
Tall shadow of grass, cover in sweet pollen of flower's springs.
Hide from a wall of green woods and streams.
It Is the flavour the skin, reddened by the sun.
Left bare, like chaste grapefruits.
The breeze penetrates through the cracks of the trees.
Immaculate of resin,
bowing at the sky
Our body languid, flirt of laziness
We belong to the earth and wind.
Which I offered the sacrifice
of shades and revive mind.
Twittering at the wind, under the bird wings
Columns of light tan,
shaded by thick tree's skin
Re-emerged from the mellow sea
Flowing walks....
poem by Luca Menin
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Caged Bird
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
poem by Maya Angelou (1994)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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The Summer Pool
THERE is a singing in the summer air,
The blue and brown moths flutter o’er the grass,
The stubble bird is creaking in the wheat,
And perch’d upon the honeysuckle-hedge
Pipes the green linnet. Oh, the golden world!
The stir of life on every blade of grass,
The motion and the joy on every bough,
The glad feast everywhere, for things that love
The sunshine, and for things that love the shade!
Aimlessly wandering with weary feet,
Watching the wool white clouds that wander by,
I come upon a lonely place of shade,—
A still green Pool, where with soft sound and stir
The shadows of o’erhanging branches sleep,
Save where they leave one dreamy space of blue,
O’er whose soft stillness ever and anon
The feathery cirrus blows. Here unaware
I pause, and leaning on my staff I add
A shadow to the shadows; and behold!
Dim dreams steal down upon me, with a hum
Of little wings, a murmuring of boughs,
The dusky stir and motion dwelling here,
Within this small green world. O’ershadow’d
By dusky greenery, tho’ all around
The sunshine throbs on fields of wheat and bean,
Downward I gaze into the dreamy blue,
And pass into a waking sleep, wherein
The green boughs rustle, feathery wreaths of cloud
Pass softly, piloted by golden airs:
The air is still,—no birds sing any more,—
And helpless as a tiny flying thing,
I am alone in all the world with God.
The wind dies—not a leaf stirs—on the Pool
The fly scarce moves; earth seems to hold her breath
Until her heart stops, listening silently
For the far footsteps of the coming rain!
While thus I pause, it seems that I have gain’d
New eyes to see; my brain grows sensitive
To trivial things that, at another hour,
Had pass’d unheeded. Suddenly the air
Shivers, the shadows in whose midst I stand
Tremble and blacken—the blue eye o’ the Pool
Is clos’d and clouded; with a sudden gleam
Oiling its wings, a swallow darteth past,
And weedling flowers beneath my feet thrust up
Their leaves, to feel the fragrant shower. Oh, hark!
The thirsty leaves are troubled into sighs,
And up above me, on the glistening boughs,
Patters the summer rain!
Into a nook,
Screen’d by thick foliage of oak and beech,
I creep for shelter; and the summer shower
Murmurs around me. Oh, the drowsy sounds!
The pattering rain, the numerous sigh of leaves,
The deep, warm breathing of the scented air,
Sink sweet into my soul—until at last,
Comes the soft ceasing of the gentle fall,
And lo! the eye of blue within the Pool
Opens again, while with a silvern gleam
Dew diamonds twinkle moistly on the leaves,
Or, shaken downward by the summer wind,
Fall melting on the Pool in rings of light!
poem by William Cosmo Monkhouse
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Murmur In The Trees
murmur in the trees
white swans in a tranquil swim
early azure mist
early evening sounds
orchids bend over the bridge
catching water songs
slow flowing waters
breaking surface in its song
this happy green frog
a distance apart
loneliness a joyless path
shadows edging closer
under the shadows
fishes school in eagerness
sounds walking the bridge
poem by Ben Gieske
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Delighted Morning
compose made easy
every morning dews engulfed
devolved the night fall into the glances of the sky
wait until dawn, as the firefly sings and the cricket
dances to fly
take me where the soul
reside and bring me the wind
that says sweet goodbye, lead the resting place where
everybody wants to sleep with the sky.
look up the night as it falls down
in the heaven
like shadows calling window of the night, letting the
eyes to close the light that passes on
the sleep of dream forward
to lie
come leave me to pass this night …
poem by Antonio Liao
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Half A Woman, Half A Shadow
Daylight is breaking again. I hide in the dark. Im watching the rain. youre out of touch. youre out of reach. what can I say, I never wanted it this way.
Love sleeps all alone. the cold telephone, I know the heart. yes, I know the kind. the kisses of fire, turning to grey. I never wanted it this way. I always wanted you to stay.
Wash my pain away, cause Im half a woman, half a shadow.
Love always change with the trees, the spring and the leaves, the waves on the sea. wilder than light the wind in your eyes led me astray. I never wanted it this way. I always wanted you to stay
Oh I need you, yes I need you. give me a reason to believe.
song performed by by Roxette
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Redemption Song
Behind a grove of trees is
Filled with shadows..
The rays of light shining
From the heaven light.
Through silhouette of the
Piercing light..
The Light,
Shine through cracks
Shadows of souls wanders
Through trails of heaven
Light..
Wanting..
Trying to find their place
From within a world..
Where shackles held their
Souls,
To wander..
Silhouette of shadows of
Faces..
Gently fading..
Evaporating into heaven
Light.
Rejoicing,
Into the grove of trees
Peaceful faces fades gently
Into the heaven light..
Where the redemption song
Is born
poem by Carolyn Sears
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To A Teacher/Poet Named Fred
i know Fred
and i remember him
he always wrote
about the rain
there was no flood in
his rain
i mean
there is no rage or anger
in him
just the gentle
shower of rain
a soft spoken kind
of rain
a patient shower
caressing fine sands
on many dark nights
when he was always alone
watching those stars
those silent stars
he loved loneliness
and loneliness loved him
he did not live
that long
he died
at forty
the rain remembered him
and in his grave
that day when he was buried
the rain, as gentle as
the early morning wind
fine feathers cotton soft
sings the last
hymn for him
it was sad & it was lonely
the flowers and
the butterflies all sighed
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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God Moves Through You
adapted from "the prophet" by kahlil gibran
lyrics by kahlil gibran and jason mraz
you were born together
and together ye shall be forever
until death should scatter
it wouldn't matter in the memory of God above
let the wind of heaven dance between you too
allow the space and time to bring you closer to everlasting love
cause God moves
what do you do
God moves through you
when love beckons
his ways are often hard and steep
when his wings unfold
ye yield to all he speaks
the soul it might be hidden there among his pinions
oh you may wear a wound that truly spoke to you
believe in all that voice and follow through
follow so on and on
what do you do when God moves through you
what do you do
say i do
i do
just remember love possesses nothing
nor would it ever be possessed
oh love is love sufficient unto love
and you can figure out the rest
your children will not be your children
they are the daughters and the son of a beginning
they'll come through your womb but not be coming from you
they will be with you but do not belong to you
you may give them your love but not your thoughts
then they'll arrive with their own hearts
they're the coming of angels this blessed season
and then they'll sing oh how God rests in reason
God rests in reason
so what do you do
ooh when God moves through you
what do you do
say i do
i do
think not you can direct the course of
love itself directs the course allowed
believe not God is in your heart, child
but rather you're in the heart of God
what do you do
say i do
i do
i do
think not you can direct the course of
love itselfs directs the course allowed
believe not God is in your heart, child
but rather you're in the heart of God
what do you do
ooh when God moves through you
remember God rests in reason
say i do
i do
song performed by by Jason Mraz
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Vines of Love
Two hearts beating as one
Entwined like a vine
The many colours of love's curling ends
Rolling fingers on canvas
Like soft gentle flaps of butterfly wings
Toe curling sighs of delight
Eating juiciest fruit from the vine
Creeping crawling whatever the calling
Under the moon's light
Twirling curling consuming
Caressing with words
Touching souls
Vine steadied around pillars of stairway
Love shading the night
poem by Persian Khushi
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Mountain Tops
sunrise in the moutain tops
green grass all over the place
and the trees are not just green
but they glitter under the rays
wind blows and coldness in the skin
there is joy
there is pain
in the eyes, but
it is thy happiness still that shows
for a moment
forgetting the world
which is more real
that is not a question
no rain or snow
weather may change
but not withered leaf
can stop flowers from blooming
sunrise in the mountain tops
green grass all over the place
poem by Princess Kathleene Gabunales
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Mandilyn
As I lie on the grass
In the field upon my back,
At the heavens as I stare,
To remember my love, who now is there.
The clouds they shape her gentle form
The birds they sing her happy song,
The wind again it speaks her name,
As I hear it call for Mandilyn.
Oh how I long for her gentle touch,
How I long for her gentle kiss,
How I long for her loving hug,
Oh Wife, my life, you I miss.
I close my eyes and I see your face,
Lying beside me upon the grass,
Laughing and smiling we are again,
But when I open my eyes, you are gone again.
I see you walking rose in hand,
In the heavens your above this man,
Happy again I see you are,
Oh death, why be you so far.
The clouds they then turn a misty gray,
The wind has stopped calling her name,
The birds they all have flown away,
Then upon my face, it begins to rain.
But is it rain, or is it tears,
Falling from heaven upon this Man,
It is as though my wife’s trying to say,
In heaven again we’ll be together someday.
As I arise from the grass,
I leave the field into the night,
Death it came and it tempted my soul,
But then it left, when my Wife’s love did grow.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Enduring Farewell
Each time the wind ruffles the leaves in the trees outside and a distant bird sings, I see your face and hear your name.
As each day begins it's all I can do, to cope with your enduring farewell.
When the night sky appears I find
myself staring at the heavens and saying I love you over and over again.
A part of me has died with your enduring farewell.
No words ever meant so much, as when you said, 'I love You'. Lying in bed at night, I cry sweet tears for you and it's all I can do, to cope with your enduring departure.
Each time the wind gently moves through the trees and a song bird sings it's sweet medley, I'll see your face and hear your name, because it's my way of dealing with your lasting farewell.