Waiting
I wait for the cogon door
To lay your name on the floor
After a time you transforn into a cloud
wearing that crimson shroud
you like to gleam
Like my new dream
Regally dressed in my sleep
As I fathom words so deep
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Waiting
I wait for the cogon door
To lay your name on the floor
After a time you transforn into a cloud
wearing that crimson shroud
you like to gleam
Like my new dream
Regally dressed in my sleep
As I fathom words so deep
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Deep Sleep
Ive been walking in a deep sleep
Sleepwalking but I just woke up
From a deep sleep
A very deep sleep
Ive been running on remote control
In a deep sleep
I awoke the moment I was told
That a smile is just a frown turned around
On the face of a clown with a mean streak
It was a deep sleep
A very deep sleep
I cant remember what I used to know
Somebody help me now and let me go
Into a deep sleep
Push me back now let me go
Into a dream again
To a sleep unlike before
So deep it never ends
Ive been caught inside a deep sleep
Sinking deeper after I forgot
Sleepwalking as I watch myself
In a deep sleep
I keep pretending that its someone else
song performed by by Devo
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No Smoke No Bottle For Fantasies
My oracy is in shambles when you appear
Spellbound my words stumble over hurdles near,
Placed by the striking beautiness of your beauty
No smoke no bottle, only the genie- s- for fantasies duty,
The concierge I am I hand you your key
You see a uniform and smile and look thru me,
You ride the lift to heaven in this shimmering tower
I dream my fantasy; you wait in your heavenly bower.
But wait,
The room phone buzzes, ‘Yes, concierge, yes your purse
I see it, certainly I will bring it now’, my thoughts I nurse,
I press the code in the lift to fly to the top floor,
Eternity passes time stands still before I tap on her door
Clouds appear, the moon whispers my heart pumps.
The door opens, I extinguish my gulps
Shivers, this goddess stands tall with a diamond crown,
Dressed for the kill in a black see thru naughty nighty gown,
I step into my fantasy my life no longer hanging
But wait whats that banging,
Bang bang bang!
Johnny get out of bed its seven am
Wake up you have to be at work by 7.30 am,
Wake up you look as though you are in a dream
The Rockefeller’s are back, their daughter will beam
Their penthouse must shine by the concierge team,
Take note from no other, I’m your loving mother!
poem by Ken e Hall
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In deep sleep
In deep sleep
I weep warm
Words of wooing you.
In deep sleep
I dream of
Men enlighten
Alone quickly
Come back to earth.
In deep sleep
My causal body
Sweat the sweet
Soul that dwells
Beneath the veiling-power
Of my holy approaches
To man and nature of the
Natural earth.
In deep sleep
My elements of mind
Rhyme all the time.
About bold black boy’s
Muscles active
In their enjoyed greatness.
In deep sleep
I am absorbed by my sense-organs
I am elemental
Holding death within me.
poem by David E. Patton
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Another For The Briar-Rose
O treacherous scent, O thorny sight,
O tangle of world’s wrong and right,
What art thou ’gainst my armour’s gleam
But dusky cobwebs of a dream?
Beat down, deep sunk from every gleam
Of hope, they lie and dully dream;
Men once, but men no more, that Love
Their waste defeated hearts should move.
Here sleeps the world that would not love!
Let it sleep on, but if He move
Their hearts in humble wise to wait
On his new-wakened fair estate.
O won at last is never late!
Thy silence was the voice of fate;
Thy still hands conquered in the strife;
Thine eyes were light; thy lips were life.
poem by William Morris
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Lost Dream
Its a beautiful dream
Like a crimson sun
On a milky blue sky
Birds flying to home
And myself in Rome
Its a beautiful dream
Like silver cloud line
To mounted dark cloud
Light kissing the head
And myself on rose bed
Its a beautiful dream
Like shining dew drop
On a lush green grass
Bright day smiling
And myself flying
Its a beautiful dream
Like a new born cub
In hands of young love
Tears flowing in joy
And myself with toys
Its a beautiful dream
Like a painless sleep
On a dry soft pillow
Night not slept slow
And myself out of flow
Its a beautiful dream
Like full moon night
On a artful dark sky
Dogs stopped scream
And myself out of dream
poem by Kranthi Pothineni
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Get Off Of My Cloud
(mick jagger and keith richards)
I live in an apartment on the ninety-ninth floor of my block
And I sit at home looking out the window
Imagining the world has stopped
Then in flies a guy whos all dressed up like a union jack
And says, Ive won five pounds if I have his kind of detergent pack
I say, hey! you! get off of my cloud
Hey! you! get off of my cloud
Hey! you! get off of my cloud
Dont hang around cause twos a crowd
On my cloud baby
The telephone is ringing,
I say, hi, its me. who is it there on the line?
A voice says, hi, hello, how are you?
Well, I guess Im doin fine
He says, its three a.m., theres too much noise
Dont you people ever wanna go to bed?
Just cause you feel so good, do you have
To drive me out of my head?
I say, hey! you! get off of my cloud
Hey! you! get off of my cloud
Hey! you! get off of my cloud
Dont hang around cause twos a crowd
On my cloud baby
I was sick and tired, fed up with this,
And decided to take a drive downtown
It was so very quiet and peaceful
There was nobody, not a soul around
I laid myself out, I was so tired and I started to dream
In the morning the parking tickets were just like
A flag stuck on my window screen
I say, hey! you! get off of my cloud
Hey! you! get off of my cloud
Hey! you! get off of my cloud
Dont hang around cause twos a crowd
On my cloud
Hey! you! get off of my cloud
Hey! you! get off of my cloud
Hey! you! get off of my cloud
Dont hang around cause twos a crowd
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Sleep By Windows
You can cry by my window
You can crawl on the floor
You can scream if you want to
But I wont unlock the door
You can sleep in bus shelters
You can sleep in the park
But Ill rip up the trees
Until you tear yourself apart
But I dont love you
No I dont love you
Do you dream?
Back to surveillance
Open eyes and wash out tear
A sign that says no exit
And no-one can save you here
I could talk about my programme
Where everything is white
I could specialise in pictures
Where nothings ever right
But I dont love you
No I dont love you
Do you dream?
We are just sound
We are just noise
And we are all here to lie
Do you dream?
You sleep by windows
You sleep by windows
Do you cry?
Do you dream?
Do you?
Did you?
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Rose
Single rose
Lies broken
In the memory of our dream.
Prose remains unspoken.
And loving words
Like unlit candles
Forever wait to gleam.
Single rose
Lies dying
In the courtyard of love's castle.
Our one unopened parcel
From heaven
Lost in the post.
What wasn't said
Will cost us the most.
As passion makes its exit
Ascending through clouds of cream,
Loving words
Like unlit candles
Forever wait to gleam.
poem by Kevin East
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Handsworth Wood
Have ever you seen
On Halloween,
The cloud that covers the trees so green?
The shroud that covers the last of lovers
The shifting mist of the in-between?
I’ve stood, I’ve stood,
By Handsworth Wood,
I’ve stood as long as I thought I could;
All Hallow’s Eve is the night I grieve
My Genevieve of the purple hood.
She slipped between
The trees so green,
She slipped from me one Halloween;
The cloud had glimmered, the evening shimmered
But she was never to more be seen.
And since that cloud
Became a shroud,
I’ve not forgotten the words I vowed;
My patience burns for the cloud’s return
To help discern what I might have been.
The day she left
I held my breath,
Her sleight of hand was so very deft;
But Genevieve, I still believe
You’ll wander out on some Hallow’s Eve.
I wait in vain,
There’s only rain,
The rain and part of the cloud remain;
But Genevieve I’ve not perceived
Since she went tripping in World’s End Lane.
World End’s Land
In Autumn rain,
There’s nothing left of my lost refrain;
For Handsworth Wood is a neighborhood
Where trees are held in a great disdain.
2 July 1977
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Other one's words
We all go to sleep
With someone’s words
In our minds
Words of kindness
Words of anger
Words of every kind
They carry us off to sleep
And perhaps temper
And shape our dreams
Words said in caring
The most soothing
it seems
In anger or sadness
In calm and in madness
Words in our minds, we’ll find
As we drift off to sleep
Be it fretful or deep…and
Our mind slowly lowers it’s blinds
We all go to sleep… be it shallow or deep
Hearing some other one’s…
Words in our minds
poem by David Whalen
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Shrouded Vale
A pure white shroud of mist manifest
The dark secrets we try to keep repressed
In a creeping vale of fog
we hide a deep emotional bog
In the smoke of raging flame
It hides the only one to blame
In a hot and damp steam
We hide all of our malicious dreams
In a cloud of dust we hide
While all the violence slowly subsides
In a gentle cloud we weep
Trying to wake us from our endless sleep
In the rain we bear inside
All the pain we try to bide
At the bottom of a lake
We reminisce of the times we faked
In the middle of winter’s frost
In the wake of a crashing wave
We mourn for all the lives we lost
And dream of all the lives we saved
poem by Logan Fulk
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Tin Legs And Tin Mines
W - Rotsey/Moginie/Garrett
I'm gonna wait for the moment to come
I'm gonna wait till we all stop from running
Boxed in like candles, polar bear pride
Turning to terror as the script is read out
Unwilling actors accomplished protractors will shout
I'm gonna wait till we reach the sky
Tin legs and tin mines, anyone cries
Cry in the hope that there'll be tomorrow
Waiting around there must be a time
Time to start thinking and working it out
Come with me now, with me now, we'll be laughing
Who's running the world today
I'm gonna wait till they knock on my door
I'm gonna wait till they dig up the floor boards
Poland in Disneyland, wet dream control
Super computer, the new contraband
I'm gonna wait, we must make a stand
come with me now, stand with me now one more time
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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Afraid To Sleep
We slept in this room together but now youre gone
And its so quiet I turn the tv on
We lived in this room together we painted the walls
Now time doesnt stand still
It crawls
And Im afraid to sleep
Cuz if I do I dream of you
And dreams are always deep
On the pillow where I weep
I never realized how much I was in love with you
Until you started sleeping with someone new
Last night I dreamed again and you were there
You kissed my face you touched my hair
And Im afraid to sleep
Cuz if I do I dream of you
And dreams are always deep
On the pillow where I weep
Lying alone in the darkness with a memory in my head
Theres a big hole where my heart is
And a lonely feeling rollin round my bed
And Im afraid to sleep
Cuz if I do I dream of you
Im afraid to sleep
Cuz if I do I dream of you
And dreams are always deep
On the pillow where I weep
On the pillow where I weep
Im afraid to sleep.
song performed by by Dido
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Tin Legs & Tin Mines
Im gonna wait for the moment to come
Im gonna wait till we all stop from running
Boxed in like candles, polar bear pride
Turning to terror as the script is read out
Unwilling actors, accomplished protractors will shout
Im gonna wait till we reach the sky
Tin legs and tin mines, anyone cries
Cry in the hope that therell be tomorrow
Waiting around there must be a time
Time to start thinking and working it out
Come with me now, come with me now, well be laughing
Whos running the world today?
Im gonna wait till they knock on my door
Im gonna wait till they dig up the floor boards
Poland in disneyland, wet dream control
Super computer, the new contraband
Im gonna wait, we must make a stand
Come with me now, stand with me now one more time
(rotsey/moginie/garrett)
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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5 a.m. Port of Pulawan
the port of pulawan
is insomniac,
it is the meaning of its name,
it does not sleep,
people here, even the children have
deep sunken eyes
like an old deep
well,
when you call a name,
it echoes deep down there and it comes back
to you after
a while, telling you
'there is no water here! '
when you arrive here,
you call a name, and it is the same answer,
like what their eyes
are saying,
in fact, shouting,
you hear it well,
a friend of yours with long hair
disembarked immediately
the sound of arrival faded with the smoke of the
ship,
he is met by your student who flunked the bar this year,
the first time that you notice
that this guy is limping,
she carried a bag full of clothes,
dirty ones from the hospital
her mother has cancer of the lymph nodes
and at terminal stage
she has her only daughter
who drops her samsung tablet on the floor of the boat
nothing is broken,
they invite you for a ride in their old
black car,
you shake your head, you want to wait
somebody is coming,
the one you doubt you love says that she is coming to fetch you.
you want to go back to your way.
The sun shines. The sea is very calm.
The children are now wearing their deep sunken eyes.
Deep dry wells,
running out of water.
Pretty much like
you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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like the dry cogon in flames
Like the dry cogon
That I burn
This evening
On the ricefield
All myself
Is flaming
Waiting for
You
Who never
Comes
I understand
Now
the meaning
Of instant flames
And the ash
They are leaving
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sonnets of the Empire: Australia 1914
The Night is thick with storm and driving cloud,
Lurid at instants through the blackness break
Quick gleams of war across the perilous lake
From yonder isles that awe and magic shroud:
Far in the northland smite Thor’s hammers loud
On steel that warlocks for her spoilure make,
Till lo! from sleep Australia starts awake
And lifts the queenly head that sloth had bowed.
Not yet her eyes are clear: throughout her brain
Still swarm the antic creatures of her dream,
The idiot jests, the sports that kill the soul,
Yet shall not night lay hold on her again,
For through the rack she spies the morning gleam
Clear on the sword that lights her to her goal.
poem by Archibald Thomas Strong
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My Gray Hours (Sonnet)
My heart races touching your deep Spirit's kiss,
The softness of your voice soothes my abyss.
My tear's curb crumbles greening my shrink cry.
My soul torn apart wondering to know why.
Wrong thoughts, so cruel wait the fear to tape
The terrors of love to give them a new shape.
And my loneliness is a shadowy yard
When to sink my reality it's so hard.
In murky ponds of suffocating tadpole
I jag my edges tearing my sad soul,
Which once is tied with bleeding strips to yours
Will twist my fate with the flick of my gray hours.
I wait my hope which will never come to be.
This hope hunger squeezes tighter my soul's knee.
I'm clinging to the past where I want to hide
That part of me that is still alive inside.
While I wait the ocean waves to wash my soul
Big storms can rise up from the horns of your hole.
Much more confused on how to think or feel,
I talk, I dream and I am your balance wheel.
I can live with death while love is a wasteland
When the end comes around against my soul's gland
As showy as the white chalk on a blackboard
And I could lose my way but I pray to Lord.
I wonder if I will feel your love again
Even I accept my resignation's chain
Like an inner sorrow coming on my lip,
Like a song of my flute for my ocean's sleep,
Like a fire fathom scratching my blue rain,
Like a wish to taste you when I strive in vain,
Like a deep taste you place on my nudest wish,
Or like the wish you place on my thinking swish.
Floating are your words rain for my misty cloud,
You can still hang out with my feelings crowd.
When I'm dressed in white masking a selfless gray,
I have my honest smile and nothing to say.
Crops from your soul break the reason of my thought
And break my soul because I love you a lot.
Your body's heat cannot hit my soul's weeps
'Cause my pure thoughts are crowned with white wisps.
You defy my body's weep because it's chaste
And I don't understand what you need to taste.
I'm tired of you, I live with divine things.
I may see your sorrow is rose with black wings.
With your betrayal my love is wont to flow
And I know that your feelings will never glow.
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poem by Marieta Maglas
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Prince Charming Turns Bad
A Prince proposes to me wearing green,
he has the biggest eyes I’ve ever seen.
His hands are large and so are his feet,
he says nice words to me that are really sweet.
He offers me a flower and then a ring,
both sparkle real pretty with lots of bling.
Then we look deep into each others eyes,
his are so deep like a crimson blue sky.
Then we try to consummate our vows to each other,
he starts to change like totally into another,
Another person all together,
I wasn’t in for his kind of weather.
Then his skin peels and I see the real frog,
I can’t believe I was tricked by his delusional fog.
I soon realize it was all a dream,
I projected a person onto an amphibian.
So you wise up when you have kissed enough toads,
you sometimes have to take the very high road.
Written By Suzae Chevalier On December 23,2011
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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