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To A Friend That I Cannot Forget

my congratulations
to the person that i admire most
the one
who writes his name in air
signing
as a cloud
the one who sings
with the wind
the one
who walks under the moon
friendly to
a cold night
the one who lays his body
upon the grass
stars seeping
like memories
to his eyes

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Signing Off

Signing off
Signing off
Does it surprize you
I wont need your lips anymore
Signing off
Cant idolize you
My heart crossed your name off the door
Signing off
Now that Ive told you
That this is just where I came in
Signing off
Why should I hold you
Youve already said I cant win
Its strange how the rest of the world knows
The things you should see at a glance
And I want what all of the world knows
A person to person romance
Signing off
I cant pretend dear
My trip to the stars took a spill
Were all through
This is the ending
Because you only wanted a thrill
Im signing off
Ill always remember the pleasure
Of friendship and all that its worth
I know that its something to treasure
>from here to the ends of the earth
Signing off
Happy I met you
So please make me happy again
And be sure I wont forget you
The best of everything until then
Im signing off
Signing off
Transcribed by amber

song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Congratulations

Congratulations for breaking my heart
Congratulations for tearing it all apart
Congratulations you finally did succeed
Congratulations for leaving me in need
This morning I looked out my window and found
A bluebird singing but there was no one around
At night I lay alone in my bed
With an image of you goin around in my head
Congratulations for bringing me down
Congratulations now Im sorrow bound
Congratulations you got a good deal
Congratulations how good you must feel
I guess that I must have loved you more than I ever knew
My would is empty now cause it dont have you
And if I had just one more chance to wind your heart again
I would do things differently but whats the use to pretend
Congratulations for making me wait
Congratulations now its too late
Congratulations you came out on top
Congratulations you never did know when to stop
Congratulations

song performed by by George Harrison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Congratulations

Traveling wilburys
Congratulations for breaking my heart
Congratulations for tearing it all apart
Congratulations you finally did succeed
Congratulations for leaving me in need
This morning I looked out my window and found
A bluebird singing but there was no one around
At night I lay alone in my bed
With an image of you goin around in my head
Congratulations for bringing me down
Congratulations now Im sorrow bound
Congratulations you got a good deal
Congratulations how good you must feel
I guess that I must have loved you more than I ever knew
My would is empty now cause it dont have you
And if I had just one more chance to wind your heart again
I would do things differently but whats the use to pretend
Congratulations for making me wait
Congratulations now its too late
Congratulations you came out on top
Congratulations you never did know when to stop
Congratulations

song performed by by Roy Orbison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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What is the cloud to the sun?

For what is the cloud to the sun,
It is nothing. The wind has always
Driven it away and the sun does not
Care. For want of love and care, the
Cloud plays with the fields and the
River and the sea. Impregnated it
Has conceived, and gives
Birth to the rain. The fields and the
Sea and the rivers feasted. The fields
Grow the grass and the flowers.
The sea and the rivers have
Seeded its waters with more fish.
The cloud does not like it. It has
Always dreamt of the sun but the
Wind has always blown it away.
At night the cloud talks to the moon.
And seeing the likeness of its light
To the sun that it loves, the cloud
Makes love with the shining moon.
It has given birth to the stars.
The following morning, the cloud
Is exhausted. It floats with the
Chastisements of the wind. There
Is no more direction. It still dreams
Of the sun. It dies and becomes
Taken as part of the wind. The
Cloud has become a white, clear
Sky. It is nothing. It is what you
See, when love is unrequited.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fourteen

While in china at night on the great wall
By a hill, there he writes about the moon
His shadow his flute and his
Cup of rice wine,
Then he sings for a while
And sleeps under a sky of stars
On a blanket of soft grass,

When he immigrated
To the American city
He writes differently now
About the moon
As the companionless
wanderer

The head of a murdered man
Rolling on the floor
Uncontained by a sack
A moon

Or some kind of a fluorescent
Truant
A silver circular corpse
Infected with AIDS,
That corpuscle confusing
And ovulating

Him, spoon feeding
Her with so much longing
Date-rape drug, where she howls like
A bitch

To the moon in that great American
City

I just like it here,
The moon is still my
Moon child
my fair lady of the night

In all shining glory
Above the mango tree,

In this little country..

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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About The Moon

While in china at night on the great wall
By a hill, there he writes about the moon
His shadow his flute and his
Cup of rice wine,
Then he sings for a while
And sleeps under a sky of stars
On a blanket of soft grass,

When he immigrated
To the American city
He writes differently now
About the moon
As the companionless
wanderer

The head of a murdered man
Rolling on the floor
Uncontained by a sack
A moon

Or some kind of a fluorescent
Truant
A silver circular corpse
Infected with AIDS,
That corpuscle confusing
And ovulating

Him, spoon feeding
Her with so much longing
Date-rape drug, where she howls like
A bitch

To the moon in that great American
City

I just like it here,
The moon is still my
Moonchild
my fair lady of the night

In all shining glory
Above the mango tree,

In this little country..

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stars and the Moon

Stars and the Moon
Why do you come so soon?

I lay there unable to shut my eyes
This something I despise

Stars and the Moon
Behind my eyelids there is a dream that awaits
My head spins, but i am not elate

Stars and the Moon
It's a horrible dream
The one about that night just bursting at the seam

My eyes are heavy now
As if I'm forced to obey, at it's feet, I bow

Stars and the Moon
I can feel my body tense
Instantaneously pulled into a trance quite immense

Stars and the Moon
I hear the screams of that night
That abhorrent deed, I tried to put up a fight

Stars and the Moon
I hate when you come
day and sun is my time to feel numb

poem by Naomi Deluca
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Someone Who I Adore

there's someone who i adore
i don't really know him
but its just so hard for me to ignore him
the way he writes
it amaze me
but if he only knew how i really feel
he'll say i'm crazy
i wish that he was not so far away
so that i can know him personally
the way he is so friendly
it do amaze me greatly
i just adore and admire him alot
just by the way he writes
yes i don't know him at all
you can call me crazy
but i really wish i can know this person greatly

poem by Candice Freeman
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Evening Star

'Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro' the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
'Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
There pass'd, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar,
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.

poem by Edgar Allan Poe
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Saddest Poem

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.

poem by Pablo Neruda
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Li Po drowns

Li Po sits drinking wine;
he is in his garden
below the tree
reciting his poems to the night
and he sings to the cool air
and he sings to the moon
and he drinks more in between

Li Po walks to the lake
and he sings to the moon:
I will come to you, beloved
I will come to you
for you have waited for me centuries
for you have glowed nights
looking for me;
I will come to you, even now,
beloved moon,
I will come to you, even now

and Li Po walks to his boat
and he rows his boat
and he rows his boat gleefully
and he rows singing
and Li Po is in the middle of the lake
and he stops there to look at his beloved
whose radiant wholeness
shimmers in the water

and Li Po sings always
his song of love to his moon:
I will come to you, beloved
I will come to you
for you have waited for me centuries
for you have glowed nights
looking for me;
I will come to you, even now,
beloved moon,
I will come to you, even now

and Li Po jumps into the lake
and he struggles and he swims
and he swims and he struggles
and he sings:
I come to you, beloved,
I come to you
you who have waited centuries for me
radiant and a-glow in the sky
I come to you now

and he swims towards the distorted moon in the lake
and he beats his hands at the moon in the lake
and Li Po struggles
and Li Po clutches at the watery moon
and Li Po is his with his beloved
after centuries he is come
and Li Po is with his love
Li Po is with his beloved moon:
Li Po flies to the moon; Li Po flies to the moon

poem by Raj Arumugam
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Cold Wind Waits

though the frost is gone, the
cold wind waits.
the robin sings while the
cold wind waits.
a gentle breeze
now blows the wheat,
but a threat of rain
will change to sleet.
the summer slips and the
cold wind waits.

though the warm wind blows, the
cold wind waits.
the traffic crawls while the
cold wind waits.
it's dark too early,
winter too soon,
light of the sun
will change to moon.
the weather turns and the
cold wind waits.

(2011-Bolingbrook, IL)

poem by Mark Money
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Moon Glow

The darkest night, flows with a
wind hush through open blackness.
Ya'ever see the moon glow?
Ya' ever hear the wind whisper?
Rivulets spill with water
across the mountain plains;
as liquid rolls down along the steep slope-
ya'ever see the moon glow?
Ya' ever hear the wind whisper?
Stars glitter through sparkles
of the darkest night.
Wind cold breeze swifts;
swiftly into space.
Laughter engulfs the moon light.
Ya' ever see the moon glow?
Ya' ever hear the wind whisper?
Moon light angles corners,
as sweet melodies swell into air,
of silence.
You ever sight the bird dance,
as shadow flicker
upon the moon?
Ya' ever see the moon glow?
Ya' ever hear the wind whisper?

poem by Celine Berghmans
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Nightwalker

I sleep at night
On a cloud high on the horizon
And when I close my eyes
My soul is struck by lightning
Then I sleep at night
Like a storm
Oh, I walk the night
cause your head is gone from my pillow
And when the twilight shines
My eyes crash through the windows
cause I sleep at night without you
When its dark and the night lays me down
When the moon shines the light on the ground
I just run where my thoughts take me to
cause I cant live in this world
Without love without you
I walk the night
I walk the night
Oh, I dream at night
It must be a madmans rainbow that Im chasing
cause when I close my eyes
I feel your sweet sensation
cause I dream at night about you
When its dark and the night lays me down
When the moon shines the light on my ground
I just run where my thoughts take me to
cause I cant live in this world
Without love without you
I walk the night
I walk the night
I just run where my thoughts take me to
cause I cant live in this world
Without love without you
I walk the night
I walk the night

song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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The Wind

I saw you toss the kites on high
And blow the birds about the sky;
And all around I heard you pass,
Like ladies' skirts across the grass--
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!

I saw the different things you did,
But always you yourself you hid.
I felt you push, I heard you call,
I could not see yourself at all--
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!

O you that are so strong and cold,
O blower, are you young or old?
Are you a beast of field and tree,
Or just a stronger child than me?
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!

poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Lines: The cold earth slept below

The cold earth slept below;
Above the cold sky shone;
And all around,
With a chilling sound,
From caves of ice and fields of snow
The breath of night like death did flow
Beneath the sinking moon.

The wintry hedge was black;
The green grass was not seen;
The birds did rest
On the bare thorn's breast,
Whose roots, beside the pathway track,
Had bound their folds o'er many a crack
Which the frost had made between.

Thine eyes glow'd in the glare
Of the moon's dying light;
As a fen-fire's beam
On a sluggish stream
Gleams dimly--so the moon shone there,
And it yellow'd the strings of thy tangled hair,
That shook in the wind of night.

The moon made thy lips pale, belov{`e}d;
The wind made thy bosom chill;
The night did shed
On thy dear head
Its frozen dew, and thou didst lie
Where the bitter breath of the naked sky
Might visit thee at will.

poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Picture in the moon.

At the night when the stars
Twinkles our night
Twinkles our love
Picture in the moon
Very vehement to me
The gale of the night
Making me to beek into you
Stars sorching my way
Previewing the picture in the moon.

I whirl and tumble
Heave nights and love
When you was quivered,
By hust in the night
Try to get to you
In hopes you're on
The other side
Seeing the picture in the moon
Or am I a drone?
Am I a fool?
Who walks alone the night
Seeing the picture in the moon..

I'm feeling pretentious to you,
Picture in the moon
Every night we met here
Every night meet here.
I'm feeling like we're conspicuous,
The talk in town
They say,
We have gone mad
But they don't know
What we know.

'Cause when sunshine, night,
Twilight goes down,
Someone is talking back yeah.
Seeing the conspicuous
Picture in the moon.

poem by Kiyaga Lyttle Cephas
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The Years Gone Bye

Standing outside
She can smell
The cool air seeping through her nose
Gladly feeling the intoxicating
Caress of the wind on her face
Watching the starlit sky
So peaceful
Eyes gloomy with tears
As memories cut through her
Like a sharp jab of a spear
As she watch the forgotten footage
From the years gone bye
Roll up in the dark sky above
As a little girl
She would enviously watch
The magnificent beauty
Of the tiny stars
Always happy
Forever twinkling at the distance
Comforting to her
For they graced her with their presence.
Shooting stars crossing the sky
Her face would beam up in smile
Innocent and sincere
She would never make a wish
For she had it all
The motherly embrace of the sky
And the friendly company of the moon
Just gazing deep into
Its luminuos beauty
It would send her into a trance
Where she would surf the open sky
Wandering from
Star to star
Listening to the tales
Of their origin
Giggling along
As they trace their
Mispent youths
But the years
Came and go
And she lost the happy
Little girl
Along with her innocent
Sincere smile
And the warmth in her eyes
Stolen from the sun
On summer days
With each morning
Spent watching the golden sun rise to the blue sky
Then growing up
To forget all that mattered to her
And lost herself
To the years gone bye

poem by Nontobeko Dlamini
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The Wind in the Hemlock

Steely stars and moon of brass,
How mockingly you watch me pass!
You know as well as I how soon
I shall be blind to stars and moon,
Deaf to the wind in the hemlock tree,
Dumb when the brown earth weighs on me.

With envious dark rage I bear,
Stars, your cold complacent stare;
Heart-broken in my hate look up,
Moon, at your clear immortal cup,
Changing to gold from dusky red --
Age after age when I am dead
To be filled up with light, and then
Emptied, to be refilled again.

What has man done that only he
Is slave to death -- so brutally
Beaten back into the earth
Impatient for him since his birth?

Oh let me shut my eyes, close out
The sight of stars and earth and be
Sheltered a minute by this tree.
Hemlock, through your fragrant boughs
There moves no anger and no doubt,
No envy of immortal things.
The night-wind murmurs of the sea
With veiled music ceaselessly,
That to my shaken spirit sings.
From their frail nest the robins rouse,
In your pungent darkness stirred,
Twittering a low drowsy word --
And me you shelter, even me.
In your quietness you house
The wind, the woman and the bird.
You speak to me and I have heard:

"If I am peaceful, I shall see
Beauty's face continually;
Feeding on her wine and bread
I shall be wholly comforted,
For she can make one day for me
Rich as my lost eternity."

poem by Sara Teasdale
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Night and Wind

The night is light and chill,
Stars are awake in the sky,
There's a cloud over the moon;
Round the house on the hill
The wind creeps with its cry
Between a wail and a croon.

I hear the voice of the wind,
The voice of the wind in the night,
Cry and sob and weep,
As the voice of one that hath sinned
Moaning aloud in its might
In the night when he cannot sleep.

Sleep? No sleep is about.
What remembering sin
Wakes and watches apart?...
The wind wails without,
And my heart is wailing within,
And the wind is the voice of my heart.

poem by Arthur Symons
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