On A Bright And Peaceful Day
this morning
the sun slowly
ascends from the
white slate of
the sea
gloriously
it rises to the skies
and then
stands still for
its reign
we miss you here
on such a bright day
when everything that is calm
and peaceful
takes its rule
the mountains are
looking
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Elation
tonight
the moon slowly
ascends from the
deep brown river
it floats for a
while and then
rises gloriously
to the dark sky
a thousand stars
wait for
the moon
to fully glow
like you
on a night like this
the trees
are elated too
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Will I
Will I miss the skies?
Will I miss the clouds?
Will I miss the ocean?
Will I miss the bay?
Will I miss the sunrise?
Will I miss the moon?
Will I miss the mountains?
Will I miss the trees?
Will I miss the city lights?
Will I miss the snow?
Will I miss the laughter?
Will I miss the jokes?
Will I miss touch?
Will I miss love?
Will I miss you?
Will i?
Will i?
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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The Breakthrough
Slate sky,
the wind has died
calm chill
flows over
the sleeping street
when
bursts a white flame
feathers rising
to the heavy sky.
To the impending rain
ascends the crane
to heaven’s
dark promise.
poem by Steven Federle
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Twentyfour Hours
Morning skies of blue,
morning drops of dew,
some overhead,
some beneath my feet,
They both come into view.
Afternoon sun so bright,
afternoon heat so white,
some on my skin
how I feel it burn.
It makes me welcome the night.
Evening sounds I hear,
evening sounds appear
when all is quiet,
no noise of the day
is there to interfere.
Peaceful dark of night,
peaceful with no light.
Nothing overhead
tucked up in my bed,
I've nothing but dreams in my sight.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Crimson Red Unfolds
As the anger rises, the crimson red unfolds.
Sometimes one is not to accept the truth for what it is.
And they try change it.
Sometimes they succeed.
Sometimes they cave and give up.
A surrendering of the soul.
A abandoned world.
Where the darkness will rule.
And common suffering will reign till some one stands up.
Theirs always a puppeteer.
Just cut the strings to be free.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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This day will be another exciting day
I see how the sun rises today
A faint glow crawling slowly
On the gray clouds of dawn
Making a hole on the blackness
Of disappearing night skies
Some white birds still sleep
High above the treetops
They wake up and fly away
On this young horizon
On this golden silence
The morning starts to unfold
Rays of light like needles
Piercing the colder winds
Some leaves fall gently
The grass receiving them
A sparrow has just taken
This green fat worm on its beak
The sound of the wind
Whispers from the far mountains
It is a nice sunny day for me
Exciting Saturday, no work just play.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Calm Is Who I Am Now
CALM IS WHO I AM NOW
Calm is who I am now
Calm and quiet-
I have done
What I could do-
The rest is repetition-
Slowly slowly
Time is taking me away-
How long I do not know-
How much pain I do not know-
Calm is who I am now -
Quiet quiet
Before the fears return again
And the anxiety over what I have not done-
Calm is who I am now
In these moments at this hour
Four in the morning
A small part of the long day to come.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Same bright of the Sun
very day, Sun rises with same bright
With it's behave, It makes every one excite
you can say It is charming sight
With it's politeness, you become delight
It is the magic of the Sun keep strong and tight
When darkness changes into white
It is true that might is right
Than same white becomes night
Sun always argue for It's right
Keep ready Itself to fight
It takes always balance diet
You can touch It as a Kite
Sun always rides at It's hight
But gives the poor and the rich equel light
Regular and punctual is It's flight
keep itself calm and quiet
May 3,2008.
abdul razaq
poem by Abdul Razaq
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The Sun and You
I woke up this morning with your Thought in my heart
It was dull and the radiance of the Sun seems Null
I stepped out and I saw that it was cold and wet
How I wish I could get a little warmth from the sun... I said to myself.
Why the sun?
Why do I desire so much warmth?
The sun is beautiful
It also keeps you warm
Not only does it light the day,
It shows you the beauty hidden the present day.
That’s why I long for you day by day
I miss you...
Just like I miss the sun in the early hours of the day
A day without you is like a day without the sun
‘Cos you remind me of all that is beautiful, all that
Is bright, everything full of light.
Come to me my sun
Come to me my light
Come with all your might
And make everything just as bright
Up it rises in the morning
Down it sets at night
I will always have you in my heart
Even till the sun sets in my life
poem by Adedamola Adeleke Ajibade
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Every Morning When The Day Begins
Every morning when the day begins
the sun rises beautifully red,
but at first I see the twilight
when the sun throws out its first rays gloriously.
Every morning I want to unburden my heart to You,
and I am asking that You make me aware
about the way that my life is going,
to help me make time and place for You in it.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Palm And The Pine
From the German of Heine.
In the far North stands a Pine-tree, lone,
Upon a wintry height;
It sleeps: around it snows have thrown
A covering of white.
It dreams forever of a Palm
That, far i' the Morning-land,
Stands silent in a most sad calm
Midst of the burning sand.
poem by Sidney Lanier
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Grass
May I lay upon your essence fresh.
With morning dew as the Sun slowly rises,
In bluing skies.
May I,
Grass...
Just lay with my back on you.
To feel your hold,
Lush to the touch.
So green against my skin.
Feeling a new day,
Beginning.
And welcoming it,
Happy and grinning.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am Calm In The Pain
I AM CALM IN THE PAIN
I am calm in the pain,
And calm in the rejection,
And calm through the insult,
And calm through the anger,
And calm calm calm,
Though I feel so deeply
How I have failed
I am calm
Very calm
So calm
Until suddenly
In the middle of the morning prayer
I begin to cry to God
Cry with a terrible crying
And then when the prayer done
Calm calm calm calm calm.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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She Was The Morning And I Was The Night
She was the morning and I was the night
She was the cloudy morning and I was the rainy night
She was the foggy morning and I was the bright night with all the stars Shining in the sky
She was the cold winter morning and I was the stormy night
She was the bright sunny morning and I was the peaceful night
poem by Aldo Kraas
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She Was The Morning And I Was The Night Revised
She was the morning and I was the night
She was the cloudy morning and I was the rainy night
She was the foggy morning and I was the bright night with all the stars Shining in the sky
She was the cold winter morning and I was the stormy night
She was the bright sunny morning and I was the peaceful night
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Autumn: Friday Morning
This is the day when prejudice and guilt
The blood of innocence and virtue spilt!
'Twas in those orient Syrian lands afar,
O'er whose high mountains towers the morning star;
Lands now to tyranny and treachery given,
But then the special care and charge of heaven;
Lands, now by ignorance and darkness trod,
Then shining brightest in the light of God!
Holiest and best of men! 'twas there thou walkedst,
There with thy faithful, privileged followers talkedst;
Privileged indeed, listening to truth divine
Breath'd from a heart, and taught by lips, like thine!
He that from all life's strange vicissitude
Drew forth the living, hidden soul of good;
And in the strength of wisdom, and the might
Of peaceful virtue fought, and won the fight:
His armour righteousness-his conquering sword
A spiritual weapon-his prophetic word
The arms of truth,-his banners from above-
His conquests meekness, and his warfare love.
He stands a pillar 'midst his children; grace
And majesty and truth illume his face;
He bows his head and dies! The very rock
Is rent, and Zion trembles at the shock!
But tho' he dies, he triumphs-and in vain
Would unbelief oppose his conquering reign;
A reign o'erspreading nature-gathering in
Kindreds and nations from the tents of sin
To virtue's temple. O how calm, how great,
A death like this!-Come, then, and venerate
Your Saviour and your King. All hail! All hail!
The songs of gratitude shall fill the vale,
And echo from the mountains, and shall rise
In one consenting tribute to the skies.
Sow, then, thy seed-that seed will spring, and give
Rich fruits and fairest flowers, that will survive
All chance, all change: and tho' the night may come,
And tho' the deeper darkness of the tomb,
A sun more bright than ours shall bid them grow,
And on the very grave hope's buds will blow,
And blow like those sweet flowers that, pluck'd, ne'er lose
Their freshness, nor their fragrance, nor their hues.
Now the day calls us with its eloquent ray;
O let us toil unwearied while 'tis day,
For the night cometh, all enveloping
But virtue, that on spiritual soaring wing
Flies to its rest! 'Tis but a pilgrim here,
Shaping its course towards a better sphere,
Where its own mansion is; yet, in its flight,
Dropping from its pinions healing and delight;
And from the darkest shades, like some fair star
Of midnight, scattering beams of light afar.
poem by John Bowring
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The Life of a Flower
As the snow melts with upmost intensity
Out of the white field under the blues sky a green spot rises
The rise of a legacy of a summer, a legacy of blooms
The sun rises and white is no more
White once now is green, green signs of life
Life that will live for a summer time, summer that never ends
From green to yellow, yellow that perfects the view
View out of sight, so far away you can see the Earth curves
From yellow that blinds the eyes to cloudy skies
Now is time again, say good bye till summer comes back
From brown, the name of a legacy that lasted a life time
Brown surrenders to white, so smooth takes it by force
And Earth sleeps again under the white blanket
Forever and ever life lives and dies
Perfection is all.
The Blue Ridge
STILL and calm,
In purple robes of kings,
The low-lying mountains sleep at the edge of the world.
The forests cover them like mantles;
Day and night
Rise and fall over them like the wash of waves.
Asleep, they reign.
Silent, they say all.
Hush me, O slumbering mountains -
Send me dreams.
poem by Harriet Monroe
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A Song Of Spring
The Spring comes slowly up this way,
Slowly, slowly,
Under a snood of hodden grey.
The black and white for her array,
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
Where is her green that was so gay?
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
Unto a world too sick for May,
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
Where are the lads that used to play?
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
She has no heart for holiday,
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
The trees are out in Heaven they say.
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up our way.
poem by Katharine Tynan
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I miss you so
I miss you so much.
As the morning rises.
And the day comes to a close.
The pain of missing you never ceases.
When I think of you my face creases.
All I can say is I miss you so.
Life hasn't been the same,
since you webt away.
And my tears still stay.
And my heart aches for you every day.
I breath in your smell.
Oh how I wish you were here.
All I know now is that I miss you so.
You are the brightest star at night.
And your smile is in the sun.
As I remeber the fun.
I miss you so much.
I dont think my heart will ever mend.
Dedicated to my gran who passed away almost a year ago.
Love you and miss you gran
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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