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Recalling The Thousand Cranes

if you recall i made a thousand
paper cranes too
hoping to save a soul
from the body of the burning
flesh

the ten thousand cranes
were useless

she died.i live.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ball And Chain

(Colin Moulding)
Save us from the ball and chain,
Save us from the ball and chain,
Save us from the ball and chain,
oh yeah,
The diggers and the tower cranes,
The diggers and the tower cranes.
Don't want demolition,
Don't want your compensation,
It's not just bricks and mortar,
We are lambs to slaughter.
Save us from the ball and chain,
Save us from the ball and chain,
Save us from the ball and chain,
oh yeah,
The diggers and the tower cranes,
The diggers and the tower cranes.
Must we live in fear,
From those who shed no tears?
Our one and only shelter,
Your games, your helter skelter.
Motorways and office blocks,
They're standing on the spot
Where stood a home,
Crushing on the memories of people,
Who have since turned to stone.
(Ahh)
They've turned to stone,
(Ahh)
They've turned to stone.
Save us from the ball and chain,
Save us from the ball and chain,
Save us from the ball and chain,
oh yeah,
The diggers and the tower cranes,
The diggers and the tower cranes.

song performed by by Xtc
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Ball & Chain

(colin moulding)
Save us from the ball and chain,
Save us from the ball and chain,
Save us from the ball and chain,
Oh yeah,
The diggers and the tower cranes,
The diggers and the tower cranes.
Dont want demolition,
Dont want your compensation,
Its not just bricks and mortar,
We are lambs to slaughter.
Save us from the ball and chain,
Save us from the ball and chain,
Save us from the ball and chain,
Oh yeah,
The diggers and the tower cranes,
The diggers and the tower cranes.
Must we live in fear,
From those who shed no tears?
Our one and only shelter,
Your games, your helter skelter.
Motorways and office blocks,
Theyre standing on the spot
Where stood a home,
Crushing on the memories of people,
Who have since turned to stone.
(ahh)
Theyve turned to stone,
(ahh)
Theyve turned to stone.
Save us from the ball and chain,
Save us from the ball and chain,
Save us from the ball and chain,
Oh yeah,
The diggers and the tower cranes,
The diggers and the tower cranes.

song performed by by Xtc
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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88

i just had the number
88
inside my head.

it is not a grade
not money.

it is a mark of what i have done
on the other side
of my life.

i outlive 3,000
going on to 4,000
i clap my hands, give myself a toast
of red wine
when i had my first 1,000

you must remember my 1,000 cranes
paper cranes
paper poems on cranes and other creatures
like butterflies and birds and wind and dust

they have taken upon themselves the burden of flight
they promise me
and i have it now.

88, is my new number now.
i am inside an elevator and i am going up with you
to the nth floor.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Origami Me....

the way you fold a piece of paper
to make those cups and flowers and cranes
never stops to amaze me,
you know how to make use of mere scraps
into art, into something as useful as a cup
into something more meaningful as
those hundred cranes flying in the skies
on the minds of excited children

origami me, make me more artistic,
more useful

i am a mere scrap of paper flat on the table of this universe
Oh God...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cranes carry this heavy mystical baggage. They're icons of fidelity and happiness. The Vietnamese believe cranes cart our souls up to heaven on our wings.

quote by Mitchell Burgess
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Fresh Air Over Thee Snow Mountain

heat of misunderstanding and under-aged pride
I am the fresh air over the snow mountain unseen
no thousand cranes

poem by Nyein Way
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Barstool Blues

If I could hold on to just one thought
For long enough to know
Why my mind is moving so fast
And the conversation is slow.
Burn off all the fog
And let the sun through to the snow
Let me see your face again
Before I have to go.
I have seen you in the movies
And in those magazines at night
I saw you on the barstool when
You held that glass so tight.
And I saw you in my nightmares
But Ill see you in my dreams
And I might live a thousand years
Before I know what that means.
Once there was a friend of mine
Who died a thousand deaths
His life was filled with parasites
And countless idle threats.
He trusted in a woman
And on her he made his bets
Once there was a friend of mine
Who died a thousand deaths.

song performed by by Neil Young
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The Waradgery Tribe

Harried we were, and spent,
broken and falling,
ere as the cranes we went,
crying and calling.

Summer shall see the bird
backward returning;
never shall there be heard
those, who went yearning.

Emptied of us the land;
ghostly our going;
fallen like spears the hand
dropped in the throwing.

We are the lost who went,
like the cranes, crying;
hunted, lonely and spent
broken and dying.

poem by Dame Mary Gilmore
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Alchemy [Alchimie]

What turns into poetry?
Only the things that have died out
and are preserved in mind.
Only what you have left behind,
but still can't live without.
Only departure and return.
Only the route of cranes,
The leaves, which fall dead on the ground,
and people's toil and pains.

poem by Lucian Blaga, translated by Octavian CocoÅŸ
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One Hundred Thousand Marching

One hundred thousand marching
One hundred thousand men
One hundred thousand heading
To a place and a time when
One hundred thousand dying
One hundred thousand cold
One hundred thousand praying
Forever young and never old
One hundred thousand lives were lost
One hundred thousand felt the pain
One hundred thousand maimed and slaughtered
And yet those armies march again.

poem by David Keig
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Youth Of 1,000 Summers

He's the youth of a thousand summers
He's the youth of a thousand summers
Like a sweet bird of youth
Like a sweet bird of youth
In my soul. in my soul, in my soul
In my soul. in my soul. in my soul
And he looks so radiant
And he shines like the sun
And he looks so radiant
And he lights up the world
He's the youth of a thousand summers
He's the youth of a thousand summers
Like a sweet bird of youth
Like a sweet bird of youth
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
Yeah, love it, yeah, love it
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
He's the king of the mountain
And the clear crystal fountain
He's the saint of the river
He's the ancient of days
He's the youth of a thousand summers
He's the youth of a thousand summers
Like a sweet bird of youth
Like a sweet bird of youth
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
And he makes you go skipping
And he makes you go dancing
And he gets you in rhythm
And he moves you in song
He's the youth of a thousand summers
He's the youth of a thousand summers
Like a sweet bird of youth
Like a sweet bird of youth
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
Oh, in my soul, in my soul, in my soul
And a sweet bird of youth
In my soul (repeat)

song performed by by Van Morrison
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Insomnia. Homer. Taut canvas.

Insomnia. Homer. Taut canvas.
Half the catalogue of ships is mine:
that flight of cranes, long stretched-out line,
that once rose, out of Hellas.

To an alien land, like a phalanx of cranes –
Foam of the gods on the heads of kings –
Where do you sail? What would the things
of Troy, be to you, Achaeans, without Helen?

The sea, or Homer – all moves by love’s glow.
Which should I hear? Now Homer is silent,
and the Black Sea thundering its oratory, turbulent,
and, surging, roars against my pillow.

poem by Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
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One

One thousand voices
But not one heard
One thousand thoughts
But not one word
One thousand troubles
But no one will know it
Unless I decide to
Finally show it
One thousand cuts
Run down my arm
A tribute to my
Life of self-harm
One thousand scars
That will not heal
One thousand people
Who will not feel
One thousand but no more
I finally decide
There will be one less person
And one more suicide

poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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Thousand Human Eyes

Thousand human eyes
Cannot grasp nature’s beauty
In lifetime to praise

Thousand human eyes
Cannot see nature in full
As I always flies

Thousand human eyes
Falls short in their description
Of Sunset sunrise

Thousand human eyes
Cannot apprehend nature
Beneath the blue skies

Thousand human eyes
Fails to see nature’s beauty
To fully appraise

Thousand human eyes
Cannot fully understand
Nature to surmise

Thousand human eyes
Are blessed to see the nature
In its complete guise

Thousand human eyes
Sees the beauty of nature
With awe and oyez

Thousand human eyes
Is not capable to see
Nature’s burning eyes

poem by Mittur Ramprasad
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In A Thousand Words

IN A THOUSAND WORDS I COULD TELL YOU MY FEELINGS.
IN A THOUSAND WORDS I COULD TELL YOU I'M WILLING.
IN A THOUSAND WORDS I COULD EXPLAIN MY PERSONA.
IN A THOUSAND WORDS I COULD TALK LIKE MY MAMA.
IN A THOUSAND WORDS I COULD SING YOU A LYRIC.
IN A THOUSAND WORDS I COULD SELL YOU A GIMMICK.
IN A THOUSAND WORDS I COULD TELL YOU IT ALL.
IN A THOUSAND WORDS I COULD SAY NOTHING AT ALL.

poem by LaQuandra Baskin
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~a Thousand Times, A Thousand Ways~

Beloved…
I’ve expressed my love;
A thousand times
A thousand ways
In a thousand rhymes,
A thousand plays

My muse
My friend
My everything
Alive within my soul
Sewn into my very being
My love…
It is you that makes me whole

ROTMS

poem by Ray Lucero
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I Can Walk For You

I can walk for you,
Thousand miles;
I can do herculean task
For you, can sip the
Cup of hemlock....
Can withstand thousand
Difficulties, only for
You, because under
Your light all can see
Me, can love me; I simply
Will die without you,
You stay in my soul,
You are my invisible wings;
I can fly, can see the
Unseen and know the
Unknown, as you are
The mirror of every
Pure soul, you are
Poet's dream...
My soul's kin,
You are my poem.
Whom I want to write
Ever, but can't touch
Your hair's end...
Only I scribble on
A black paper with
Black inked pen!

poem by Nilakshi Das
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A Dream? ..

Ten thousand times a day
To be gently touched
Lost smiles of mine
Searched, found and made
To bloom again
Ten thousand times a day
With sweetest kisses to be marked
Ten thousand times a day
By one of sweetest soul
Of earth, that's you
My treasured husband..
Then sit back
And have a rest
No need for measure
Give back to you no less
Then ten thousand times a day
Sit back and smile
Having my sweetest treat:
My love my heart my soul
All yours..
..Now,
Please hug me!
Cling tight on me:
The wood's old castle
I am now and you became
My Ivy.....

poem by Elena Sandu
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I can’t sleep

I can’t sleep. Homer, and the taut white sails.
I could the list of ships read only to a half:
The long-long breed, the train of flying cranes
Had lifted once the ancient Greece above.

The wedge of cranes to alien far frontier --
On heads of kings, as foam, crowns shine --
Where do you sail? If Helen were not here,
What Troy then means for you, Achaeia’s people fine?

And Homer and the sea are moved by only love.
Whom must I listen to? Homer is silent yet,
And blackened sea with roar comes above,
Sunk in triumphant noise, head of my sleepless bed.

poem by Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
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Coming Around

I need me in my life…
For without me I will die…
One thousand times…
What is it about me …I do not…
Understand…
Why do I think…I am not…
As beautiful…as…
I need me in my life…
For without me I will die…
One thousand times…
What is it about me…I do not…
Understand…
Why do I think …there is an…
Ulterior motive…
Why do I cater to abuse…
Why do I…Why do I… Why do I…
Why…
I need me in my life…
For without me I will die…
One thousand times…
Me! …yes! …I need you? …
''You've got me…Take me '…
‘I'm yours…I've always been here'…
‘I've died with you a thousand times'…
'And gave you life a thousand more'…
'I need you too'

poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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