Phenoumenon
beside the sea
darkness fades away
streaks of lights between
coconut leaves
a warmer sea breeze
caressing my body
footsteps washed away
by the early morning waves
so gently
my soul slips away
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Early Morning Breeze
I open up my door to greet the early morning sun
Closing it behind me and away I do run
To the meadow where the meadow lark is singing in the tree
In the meadow I go walking in the early morning breeze
I cup my hands to catch a multi-colored butterfly
Perched upon the petals of flowers growing wild
Freeing it I watch it as it flies away from me
To visit with the flowers in the early morning breeze
Chorus:
Rainbow colored flowers kissed with early morning sun
The aster and the dahlia and wild geraniums
Drops of morning due still linger on the iris leaves
In the meadow where Im walking in the early morning breeze
Misty-eyed I look about the meadow where I stray
For its there I find the courage to greet the coming day
For there among the flowers I kneel gently to my knees
To have a word with God in the early mornig breeze
2nd chorus:
A rainbow colored meadow kissed with early morning sun
The aster and the dahlia and wild geraniums
Drops of morning due still linger on the iris leaves
In the meadow where Im walking in the early morning breez
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Early Morning Symphony
silence is a
blank sheet of paper
the notes come from
the birds
this early morning
i hear the most beautiful
song, a choir of birds
chirping, winds gently
blowing, hushes from
leaves, drums from my
footsteps, beatings of
my heart
whistles from my soul.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Evening Coconut
The statue of liberty is breathing in the air
Atlantis is waiting down below.
Late at night, flashing lights are sighted in the air.
Its no secret, what everybody knows.
It really dont matter much, which way I go.
But remember to pull over in the storm.
Have you seen the evening coconut
Bobbing on the bay?
Standing on the waters edge of stone
Someone there besides you
To hear the words you say
To show you things your eyes have never known.
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
The statue of liberty is breathing in the air
While atlantis is waiting down below.
Late at night, flashing lights are sighted in the air.
Its no secret, what everybody knows.
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
song performed by by Neil Young
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Dusk
Clouds gathered in the southwest
Hastening the early darkness
Given to this early time of the year
A few flitting silhouettes
Of birds flashing by..
Nest-bound...
Book placed gently
Atop end table
Reading glasses placed
Gently atop book
Lights left unlit…
Gaze fixed out the window
Blanket of night’s darkness
Tucked tight under chin
poem by David Whalen
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Early In The Morning
Early in the morning and I cant get right
Had a little date with my baby last night
Now its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Well its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Now its early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Went to all the places where we used to go
Went to your house but you dont live there no more
Now its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Well its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Went to your friends house but she was out
Knock on your fathers door and he began to shout get out there boy
Early in the morning (early in the morning)
Early in the morning (early in the morning)
Early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Went to doogie chain to get something to eat
Waiter looked at me and said you sure look beat
Now its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Early in the morning (early in the morning)
Well its early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Well its early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Well its early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
song performed by by Van Morrison
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What To Say To The Early Day...
four in the morning is usual
it is still dark in fact
and what surprises is that usual darkness has to offer?
the chickens are not making sounds
the pavements are empty of strangers
the road is wet with the whole night raining
there is this newness
of what to do for another day
and i say to myself, with all courtesy: good morning.
have i said it before? i must, but always to someone other than myself.
it is unjustified.
at this early hour i have no one to talk to.
darkness is always silent. Twilight is still far.
the morning is not saying anything.
but always time moves, darkness fades away
and so
we always welcome the light
it happens.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Through A Transparent Tear...
a night of drumming rain
woke up into an unusually
fresh winter morning
of drizzle and tickling breeze
laced by lazy chillness
the languid nerves of the night
looked for some stirring to
help them out of a tempting bed...
a breeze brushing past the sea
a breeze traversing across
the imposing dolphin's nose
a breeze caressing the leaves
buds and flowers even in earthen
pots laden heavy absorbing
the live long passion of the clouds
a breeze filling all that it touched
on the little bit of earth around me
a breeze pervading my little sky
caused me come alive...
how is it possible, i wondered
insulated as i was from the
animate and the inanimate
on the otherside with equal vogour
i looked around my accustomed
emptiness in wonder
trying to find the source
need i tell you
the source revealed itself
as your breath on me?
the heart that came alive
on this winter morning
of drizzle and breeze
shed a tear of longing
even while my body
smiled...
12nov2009
08.05hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Warm fingers of light
my stride is amidst rainbow
negotiating faint dusklight
that dances with leaves
the sea dazzles its smiles
the refreshing breeze
plays a haunting tune,
hynoptic to the senses,
warming up rows of heartstrings
the leaves generously share
bursts of reserved cheers
but the evening that slides
so gently away refuses to
let go of its memories of you
holding them tenaciously
between the receding lights
and the roaring tide of waves
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Lying Naked
sunset to nightfall.
undressing slowly,
as years pass like shadows
that cant be grasped.
lying naked in the darkness.
the hypnotic hum of the fan,
the cool breeze lapping at my body.
listening for the sound
of footsteps from long ago.
but only the sound of a car passing,
and a neighbor's dog barking.
lying naked in the darkness
my spirit gets up and walks away,
my body calm as fallen leaves
nightfall to eternity.
a kiss, a dropp of blood.
you and i lived like thunder,
now it's time for the rain!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Marazaan
In the early hours
of the dark morning
while my body lays in sleep.
My soul lifts up
and drifts away
for me and you to meet.
Hand in Hand.
Floating hihg, nothing else exists,
our souls are one
and hearts are joined
as we travel through the mist.
Soon the sun comes up
and the light creeps in
and your hand slips from mine.
My soul returns
my body wakes
and my heart begins to die.
If I don't survive and night fall comes
and we can't meet again,
my soul will roam
and search the next life
with hope to fing you then.
[From: M to me]
20080126©
poem by scarlette Phoenix
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Calm of the Sea
the whole day
the coconut leaves rustle
and punctuate
our tete a tete
allowing us to savour
the fineness of the tropics
the warm wind
titilates our senses
in way only humans
could know
the whole day
by the beach
the waves roar
leaping against the pier
a little sampan
bobs up and down
the sound of a
young couple on love bed
an enclosed
insect circling
a case looking for
the crevice of freedom
the sea crushes on and on
in the waves
i seek a calm
my worries trail its sound
emptied as the bubbles
burst into nothing
the sea of desires
that tugs at my heart
i submerge in the vast morass of water
left on the sand
pensive footsteps
lead me to my thoughts of Buddha
his walk to enlightenment
away from the ceaseless
waves of wants
that pound against
the human heart day after day
in these footsteps
i find zen
a calm in the frenzy of waves and wind
nirvana
where the sea
remains so serene
it reflects the peace
of all around
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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In the White
In the white, early morning
I hang my face
over her head
and kiss the flesh above her brow.
I hang my neck, a bow in the air
and kiss the tiny, tickling hairs above her brow.
In the white light of morning
I hang myself over her
and kiss the flesh of her skull
Her white skull
sleeps in the early morning as I hang myself
to kiss her.
I hang myself to kiss her
as she sleeps in the white, early morning.
She does not wake to my touch.
I hang myself above her
on the white bow
of early morning.
She does not wake to my hanging.
The window is cracked and taped.
The outside air is cold, forceful.
I bend myself
above her sleeping body
to kiss her, gently on the brow.
To kiss her gently on the brow
I hang myself.
poem by Chavisa Woods
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X..... Peace
A pregnant coconut tree
Quadruplets about to be born
Through its gently shuffling leaves
Rays of the fast rising sun
allow a lovely sneeze
Music of an orchestra of birds
floating on sounds of breaking waves
Soft breezy air carries a smell of the sea
A feeling of close to perfect peace
engulfs my body, mind and soul
A small salamander runs by on awkward legs
The sea is blue, the sky carries fluffs of wool
In perfect harmony with the green of grass and trees
The peace goes on, a close to perfect peace
A butterfly flies by and the peace goes on
poem by Aufie Zophy
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A Rose-Bud By My Early Walk
A Rose-Bud By My Early Walk
A rose-bud, by my early walk
Adown a corn-enclosèd bawk,
Sae gently bent its thorny stalk,
All on a dewy morning.
Ere twice the shades o' dawn are fled,
In a' its crimson glory spread,
And drooping rich the dewy head,
It scents the early morning.
Within the bush her covert nest
A little linnet fondly prest;
The dew sat chilly on her breast,
Sae early in the morning.
She soon shall see her tender brood,
The pride, the pleasure o' the wood,
Amang the fresh green leaves bedew'd,
Awauk the early morning.
So thou, dear bird, young Jeany fair,
On trembling string or vocal air,
Shall sweetly pay the tender care
That tents thy early morning!
So thou, sweet rose-bud, young and gay,
Shalt beauteous blaze upon the day,
And bless the parent's evening ray
That watch'd thy early morning!
poem by Robert Burns
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A Single Candle/Death Herself
A single flame lights her face
The face of death
A single candle holds her fears
The fears of death
Her hands clasped anrond their souls
The souls of the dead
She feeds of their screams
The screams of the dead
Her legs lay bellow her
Bellow death
Her black gown over her body
The body of death
Her chest rises and falls with her breath
The breath of death
Her cloak drawn over her long flowing jet hair
The face of death
Her eyes unmoved unfeeling
Do you see it?
Do you see the soul of death?
Do you feel it?
Her skin as white as snow as it fades into darkness
The snow of tears
Her cloths as dark as night that swallows the light
The dark we all shall see
Her eyes close as she feels their souls flow
Flow from the dead
She leaves them there to lay in darkness
She steals from the dead
A single candle lights their faces filled with her
Filled with death
They fall into the darkness of her eyes, of her heart
The darkness of death
A single candle shall stay to light their way
Their way through the dark
A single candle holds their past
The pain and trials
A single candle lights her face
The face of death
A single candle holds her fears
The fears of death herself
A single candle
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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A Mountshannon October Morning
The stranger sat upon the park bench,
and looked across the Lough.
Smoke from his pipe
blended with the cool morning breeze.
The distant mountains patchwork of green
sat under the hand of dawn’s rolling mist.
The white capped dark waters rolled endlessly against the shore,
nudging the sheltering boats against their moorings,
and washed over shoreline rocks
speckled with lichen and moss.
A pair of swans with their signets sheltered
in the calmer waters of the harbour
away from the white capped waves.
The sun edged its way into the sky,
from behind the sleeping mountains,
spreading red and oranged fingers
to touch the retreating night clouds.
The village adopted ginger cat
made his morning patrol
along the harbour’s sleeping boats,
in a search for breakfast.
The autumn coloured tree leaves,
fluttered in the morning breeze
as the wind and waves rolling
over the shore bound rocks disturbing
the dawning silence.
poem by David Harris
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Famous Movie Poem - French Lieutenant's Woman
from the waves
she comes to your dream
a cauldron of longings
seeking your reassuring touch
thighs, legs, hands, breasts
blowing a tempest
in a bed of passions
please dont hold on to her
when it is over,
the waves will take her
to where she belongs
between the waves,
twinkling lights
charted by the breeze
and stars
the beautiest of passion
is what leaves
a bedfull of memory
which one can hold tightly to
reassuring as a treasure chest
warm as two sworn lovers'
bridge to paradise
legs, thighs,
hands, breasts..
the woman who comes
with a passion
the rolling of
incessant waves
and goes away,
quiet and swift
as a morning star
diluted by light of day
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Endless...
Like an early morning tied, whos waves
endlessly washed upon a warm
sandy beach, so to, do the memories of
you wash over my every waking moment
The Dead Girl
At first I didn’t see her, .
There, half hidden in the leaves.
In the early morning darkness
Nothings ever what it seems.
The leaves were wet and sticky
but not with morning dew.
The smell of blood assaulted me
Now what was I to do?
She must have been a jogger
on an early morning run.
-Was she the victim of a killer
or dead from a “Hit and run”?
Was someone, somewhere worried?
That she wasn’t back on time
I know that I would go insane
Were she a child of mine.
I checked around to see if
There were clues upon the ground..
Just then a squad car passed by-
Frantically, I waved them down.
I couldn’t help the Cops much
-I had driven my wife to the train..
I’d dropped off my car for service
My mechanic will say the same.
I gave the cops my name and number
An ambulance was called.
They were told they need not hurry
-Just a removal to the morgue.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Just A Dream-II
While you sleep like an angel
Under a silent and starry night.
I want to penetrate
Deeply in your dream
And become like a spy!
I want to find you in a sunny day
When the flowers are happy smiling
Watching the colorful butterflies play
While bewitched by its scent…
I want to climb the highest mountain,
Hoping to find you on the very top
Patiently waiting for me
And expecting to get
Drowned in my ardent lips…
I want to travel through
The Seven Seas
And feel the soothing breeze
Gently caressing my body
While I think of you!
Yes, indeed!
At the beach, on a sandy bed,
I want to quietly fall asleep
And start dreaming about you
And then, by surprise,
I feel the warmness of your body
Softly caressing mine
But when I suddenly wake up
And wide-open my lazy eyes,
I find a mermaid
Resting on my chest!
It wasn't you there
But the mermaid
For you were only
On my dream, instead!
poem by Romeo Della Valle
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