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The Dragonflies That Cynthia Sings From Afar

cynthia from far sings about the flutteing wings of
some dragonflies

those that i see in my dreams:

blue elongated bodies,
red gossamer wings of dragonflies
flying on the yellow green and baby pink winds

floating sofly in my dreams
from a faraway place my dear cynthia sings

her dragonfly songs
those that ease my pains

all about love and its truth
that the hands of the past can no longer ever hold

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Dragonflies Poem

The Dragonflies Poem
I saw the Dragonfly.
He was flying way up high.
I saw the Dragonfly.
Early in the morning,
early without warning.
Down by the water,
early without warning.
I saw the pretty dragonfly;
he was flying way up high.
I suppose they eat all day:
what do you think they eat.
I suppose they eat all day:
is it bread or is it meat.
I suppose they eat all day.?
No, not like ewe and eye.
We are the dragonflies.

poem by Charles Hice
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Dancing Dragonflies

The first time I saw some dragonflies,
I could not quite believe my eyes.
They darted around by the willow trees,
With such sheer agility and amazing ease.

I had thought it an illusion, but it is true:
Their bodies really do shine electric blue.
Across the water, the dragonflies danced;
I watched their antics, feeling entranced.

Through the air, the dragonflies zoomed:
Like little lights, in the shadowy gloom.
Dancing about where the light was dimmer,
Their bright blue bodies shone and shimmered.

They gave the most skilful flying display,
And I couldn't quite drag my eyes away.
They really were such an awesome sight;
I couldn't help but give a gasp of delight.

One landed nearby, upon the railing
Of the boat, on which I was sailing.
My camera, from my lap, I slowly raised,
But, sensing my movement, it flew away.

A most charming sight these creatures made,
And I really wish that I could have stayed.
From beneath the willows, the boat pulled away,
But I will always remember that summer's day.

poem by Angela Wybrow
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Dragonfly

Id rather live than just imagine
Dont think there is a way around
And if I fail Ill still be standing
With my feet firmly on the ground.
Through my window from the sky
Flows a lullaby
Someomes waiting in my dream
Taking me to places Ive never seen.
If I had some wings then I could fly (dragonfly)
In my dreams
I am the the dragonfly (dragonfly)
I guess I always will be searching
I live and learn from my mistakes
And all the love that Im expecting
Is equal to the love I make.
Little dreamer when evening falls. shadows fall
Bring some honey for my soul
Take me to the places Ive never been.
If I had some wings then I could fly (dragonfly)
In my dreams I am the dragonfly (dragonfly).

song performed by by Yngwie Malmsteen
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Dragonfly

Id rather live than just imagine
Dont think there is a way around
And if I fail Ill still be standing
With my feet firmly on the ground.
Through my window from the sky
Flows a lullaby
Someomes waiting in my dream
Taking me to places Ive never seen.
If I had some wings then I could fly (dragonfly)
In my dreams
I am the the dragonfly (dragonfly)
I guess I always will be searching
I live and learn from my mistakes
And all the love that Im expecting
Is equal to the love I make.
Little dreamer when evening falls. shadows fall
Bring some honey for my soul
Take me to the places Ive never been.
If I had some wings then I could fly (dragonfly)
In my dreams I am the dragonfly (dragonfly).

song performed by by Yngwie Malmsteen
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My Heart Sings

My heart sings.
My heart sings the songs of happiness.
My heart sings the songs of joy.
My heart sings the songs of peace.
My heart sings the songs of the Blues.
My heart sings the songs of the Gospel.
My heart sings the songs of good news.
My heart cries a melody for all to hear.
My heart sings the harmonies of love.
My heart sings a song of beauty
that comes from the Thorne Birds
just before they die.
My heart sings songs to keep me alive.
My heart sings songs for as long as it beats.
My heart sings forever.
My heart sings haluwasa.
My heart sings.

poem by Jennifer Burns
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From Spring Days to Winter (For Music)

In the glad springtime when leaves were green,
O merrily the throstle sings!
I sought, amid the tangled sheen,
Love whom mine eyes had never seen,
O the glad dove has golden wings!

Between the blossoms red and white,
O merrily the throstle sings!
My love first came into my sight,
O perfect vision of delight,
O the glad dove has golden wings!

The yellow apples glowed like fire,
O merrily the throstle sings!
O Love too great for lip or lyre,
Blown rose of love and of desire,
O the glad dove has golden wings!

But now with snow the tree is grey,
Ah, sadly now the throstle sings!
My love is dead: ah! well-a-day,
See at her silent feet I lay
A dove with broken wings!
Ah, Love! ah, Love! that thou wert slain -
Fond Dove, fond Dove return again!

poem by Oscar Wilde
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Dragonflies

Dragonflies
why so busy,
why so many?
Is there anyone of you
who can tell your stories?

Dragonflies
why so busy,
why so many?
are you working,
or just playing?

Dragonflies
why so busy,
why so many?
why don't you come
and rest beside me.

Dragonflies
why so busy,
why so many?
Is there anyone of you
who wants to hear my story?

poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Baby's got blue eyes

Baby's got blue eyes
Tomorrow I'll be blue as well
Baby-he's made out of lies
Tomorrow I'll have no colour to tell

Baby's got soft hands
Tomorrow he will tear me apart
Baby-I think he just pretends
Tomorrow he will break my heart

Baby's got sweet voice
Tomorrow much wiser I will be
Baby-he tells me to rejoice
Tomorrow there'll be no joy to see

Baby's got wings he wants to fly
Tomorrow I will have no nest
Baby-he sings my dreams to the sky
Tomorrow he'll leave me at our best

Baby he tells me love I mistrust
He tells me I should trust him more
But baby not to believe you I must
For baby-sweet darling- you've done that before

©Miroslava Odalovic

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Dear In The Headlines

Still in moonlight the scarlet sings
silver and black like piano keys
somewhere an angel gets her wings
call her for supper
and other things
still the the moonlight the scarlet sings
candy wrappers voices
pinned to the screens
somewhere an angel gets her wings
caught in the arms of a speakeasy
still in the moonlight the scarlet sings
bathing in the flashbulbs
and the legalese
somewhere an angel gets her wings
breathless and smoking chambers sings
of pages of magazines
stillin moonlight the scarlet sings
somewhere an angel gets her wings

poem by Patricia Schooff
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L4,2212

red dragonfly meets
blue dragonfly one bright

day for these
insignificant dragonflies
do their
tail to tail
love
in mid-air

explosions too
serially
beautiful
in their silent
flights

to be fathomed by
a beautiful woman
with long black hair
and well sculpted
pair of legs,

pressing her head
upon a muscular man's
handsome

chest, her hands on his
navel, his lips on her

flowing hair, softly the winds
caress
like butterflies slowly

fluttering from one flower
to another flower

fair and square, in circles
of eternal travels.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Butterfly Dreams and Angel Wings

my hands shiver in the cold
because you are not here for me to hold
and the summer rain starts to fall
while i'm still waiting for your call...
butterfly wings slowly take place
eventhough it's dark
and i can't see your face
as the moon says goodnight
and fireflies start to take flight...
all around me,
i can hear no sound,
no thunder, no lightning, only silence
i step out and stand in the rain
hoping that it will wash away the pain...
and angel wings took hold of me
slowly lifting me up to eternity
taking me to distant places
that are always full of hope and happiness...
then i suddenly opened my eyes
and i started to realize
it was just butterfly dreams
coming from my broken heart...
butterfly dreams and angel wings
are you really true?
or just a fantasy to make me blue?
butterfly dreams and angel wings
are you really there?
could you hold me
and never ever let go?

poem by Carla Grace De Los Santos
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Love's Echo

Your voice in echo haunting me
Whisper words that resonate,
They call in dreams persistently
And speak of Love that Truth negates.

For you were gone before the morn
You stole the sunshine from my days,
Crushed my heart and left it worn
Where tears tormented all my ways..

If Sleep would come without a dream
Oh such comforting release!
The gentle Silence sings it seems
Of songs that drown your voice with ease.

Your echoed Love, please speak no more
Accord me rest and new tomorrows!
Mute that voice just like before
When my heart knew of no great sorrows.




............................................. ..
August 3,2009
Tarlac City
Philippines

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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The insect thing

Before we can dance
on the wind
we have to crawl
from place to place.

Before turning into butterflies
we have to be caterpillars
that ravage plants, aphids,
and even baby ants.
With growth and knowledge
we find maturity
and new perspectives
rise out of experience.

Flying together like dragonflies
over stretches of shining water
and praying to the bright sun,
the great blue sky
the day flashes past

to the dark night
and we have to face both
and the demands of life
to understand the depths of love
and in order to survive.

poem by Gert Strydom
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The Bird In A Cage

a bird inside a cage
sings of freedom
a cage tied to a wall
dreams of resurrection
direct to heaven
with lines from a halo
inside a blue bird
with big blue wings
flying away
from here.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To A Little Bird Out From Its Nest

and so
your on your wings now
flying low yet
flying still
to where must you go?
your wings shall lead you
do not look back
for the nest had long
been destroyed
for the winds have no mercy
but the places faraway
have open arms
islands out their
have warm hearts
fly away
little bird
your destiny is waiting

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dragonfly and The Child Inside

Jumping into my kidney
Shaped swimming Pool,
In my girlish pink suit,
I let free the child inside,
In my fifties I was happy
With bubbles and waves
I created with my playful
Feet and kittenish hand,
Amidst my trying hard
To forget pain of betrayal
Of closest relative and friend,
A red dragonfly passed by,
And thought I,
of The Creative Creator,
Of His countless
Blessings and gifts,
One of which is appreciating
Beauty in all things around
Small and grand;
Stars, oceans, singing
Birds, roses and butterflies.

I began to pray,
Tears filled my eye,
All of a sudden,
As if the dragonfly
Understood what I said,
As if she felt the awe
She fetched many red dragonflies,
And after a while other dragonflies
With different colours and sizes
Were flying up and down,
Some plunged in a fearless manner
Into the warm water,
Some drowned while trying,
They came to share my prayers,
To be part of Nature's symphony
That praises Almighty,
What a symphony!
I felt the harmony between all
Creatures except Man,
Flowers insects, singing
Birds, and plants,
The symphony and their jocund
Company erased my
Many disappointments,
Sadness and pain.

7/13/2012

poem by Nadia Abduljabbar
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Wishful Dreams

In dreams persistently you are
A present vision, ever haunting

At night like a brilliant distant star
The sight of you fills me with longing.

You call my name there in my dreams
Embraced I am in fleeting shadows

You hold my hand like fading moonbeams
But you're not there in my tomorrows.

If life could be lived in wishful dreams
No waking up in the brightness of sun

Together we will be forever it seems
Of days and of parting... there will be none.

Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
February 22,2010
Philippines

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Garden Fantasy

gossamer wings of dragonflies
platinum petals of tanzanite tulips
sapphire daisies, ruby roses,
million flowers of mandarin garnets
red silk wings of butterflies
diamond-studded lilies of the valley
peridot grasses alexandrite dews
garnet violets aquamarine carnations
quarts crocus chrysoberyl chrysanthemums
opal orchids coral daffodils

metallic fantasies
of an imaginary garden
eventually your heart is missing

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What Are Dreams

What are dreams?
they are not what they seem,
I dream of the day
after we have had out say
to see you, sat by a window,
the sunlight upon you,
It highlights your glory
your face tells its own story,
What are dreams?
Only dreams *sighs*

What are dreams?
They are not what they seem,
to dream of touching you,
with more than just my words.
My voice trembles
as over words I stumble.
Its for you I yearn.
What are dreams?
Only dreams *sighs*

What are dreams?
they are not what they seem,
I repaired your wings,
even made you sing.
but within our trip,
your wings I clip.
your silent now
it hurts and how.
What are dreams?
Only dreams...........

RG/RR

poem by Robert Green
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When My Love

When the sun is a burnt out star,
when the moon is no longer the moon,
when near is as near as afar
when snow flakes fail to flake
when rain no longer rains,
when bee’s no longer have wings,
when the Robin never sings,
when diamonds shatter like glass,
when fields have no green grass,
when Chopin’s etudes no longer sooth senses,
when all races live as one with no fences
when the eagle fails to soar high in the sky.
when a baby can no longer cry,
when a mother can turn a blind eye,
when magic turns black days to blue,

Then, and only then
will i stop loving you,
if i can.

poem by Ken e Hall
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