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We Go Out From Our Closed Doors

we go out from our closed doors
we watch
from their windows

not just a dropp of rain
a frozen fern
a haggard stone
a cloud of doubt
an iron curtain
a broken tendon
a very thin man
a hard pair of gloves

we shall see birds of the same feathers
men of character
women of passion
flowing rivers
wide mouth of the seas

we shall see a choir of angels
we shall see the face of God

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Glove Of The Live Lady.

Her glove! It was rare Ben who sung it,
That best of gloves of the lady dead!
Another's here, as one had flung it
In anger at her lover's head.
Was it but this that it was made for,
One of a pair perhaps he'd paid for,
To have it favored in this fashion?
But gloves are gloves, and passion's passion!
And he, it may be, liked her better
For her rich anger as she threw it:
'Twas worth a glove to so upset her
And know he had the power to do it,
So he might kiss the white hands after
Her passion turned to tears and laughter!

poem by Robert Crawford
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That Feeling Of Doubt

from her stern face
it seems that she only had certainty
her face is square like most windows
but hers is different since it is always closed
like the one for winter
during summer when the clouds are blue
and the skies are clear
and so beautiful to watch with the sun
and the greenness of the world out there
she is still stern
closed

i may believe her firmness
but i have never known what is inside here
for judging her is beyond the openness of my door

one day she fell in a hole
no one knows who dug it along the usual path where she takes her walk
and she broke a bone and despite the skill of her doctor
she never knew how to walk again

her eyes sank like a boat to the ocean
her cheeks shrank like a cake dough short of yeast
she fell short of faith
like a candle eating her own body
until it consumed its light

doubt mounted on her like the dust of her furniture
she became more stern
as ever
harsh and hard
and finally the her window was broken
the frame gave in
and fell and blown by this strong wind of change

when she met doubt her world shattered into pieces
unlike others
the rest of us even live in there
though uncomfortably
but without anger and denial

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Defiant Pattern

you feel betrayed
sometimes

stones like us
some
have turned into birds

behold the clouds
they were once
like us
too

the dropp of rain
comes to you in a dream as
an ocean

black turns gold before
your eyes

the jinx has become
famous Lady Luck

you ask so many questions
they get mad

you get punished for
such a
philosophical misbehavior

defiant pattern
bad to see and must not be
published

you feel betrayed
by a storm of biases

there is no place for you
and so

you do not turn into a bird
or cloud
or ocean

you remain as stone
deep under

you live in silence
apart from the world of birds
and skies

and oceans
you are stone

perfect in your silence
undiscovered gem

how will you ever
discover that stone in you

glittering in silence
depths of black

strata of wisdom
no one knows

they have taken nothing
from you
you have buried your mouth
and eyes

and ears in that blackness of
your chosen silence

defiant pattern
beautiful secret underneath
the

earth of layers of
silence

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Curtain Of Iron

The streets of the city are barren
All the windows and doors have been closed
As the night draws near
You can feel their fear
Their freedom is just an illusion
And they tell us that love is a lie
Can it all be true
What can one man do
(Chorus)
See the pages as they turn
Never will the children learn
Born as a prisoner in a curtain of iron
Never will the pages turn
The City of Gold's in the distance
And they've already forgotten their dream
Visions slowly fade
In this land of shade
(Chorus)
As the power grows, darkness spreading
Hope is still alive, though we're dreading
What the future holds, no more need to
Fear what all men face
Only good can win the race
Rumors speak of war, all the nations
Turmoil in the streets, tribulations
Now it's plain to see
All the prophecies are taking place
Only good can win the race
There are fragments of truth still remaining
And they bring them the light of the world
To this hope we cling
Till the bells will ring
See the pages as they turn
In their wisdom we will learn
Our bloody history soon will resolve
See the pages as they turn
In their wisdom we will learn
Free from the prison, a Curtain of Iron

song performed by by Kansas
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Rain from Heaven

rain rain rain rain
the murmer of rain
the sweet song of rain
the wind along with rain
the nostalgic feeling of rain
which can be enjoyed with a sad song
now its raining! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
the dropp that fallen in my face
let it be the last dropp before I die
and let that dropp clean all my guilt
so that my soul will not see hell
then you might hear my sound
along with the next rain; Says
'the rain on that day was from heaven'

(10/2/2009)

poem by Martin Thomas
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Gone spinning

I'm there
with the wind lifting the snowflakes from the ground
nestling some on the trees and boughs now bare
pulling through the broken windows homes
to open the doors now frozen
pushing white atoms of cold towards the heart to warm them
the atoms we were honoured the sky had finally decided
to make them visible for us
for when things are not seen
you've got to draw them real hard
the way a woman draws her eyes each morning
putting her winter shades on heavy eyelids
putting her long winter coat
that will turn into the wings once she's out
with the scarf around her neck not to winter break it
with the gloves on her hands flirting with drops of clouds
saying to herself - you look good
you'll look even better now you've gone spinning

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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As Said

As said I have opened
All my doors and windows
Lions snakes birds
Air rain all allowed
To come and go.

I am impartial
I am transparent
I am judicious
I salute the truth
I salute the beauty
And pious.

As said I have opened
All my doors and windows.
I catch true words
That is there
Within the seven colors
Within the rainbow
Within the life
That is going and going
Like Times honest arrow.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Doubts

These words I write
no longer seem my own,
I am fading away
in the shadow of where they've grown.
Once a raven standing bravely alone
in the cold field of snow,
now covered and frozen
at twenty below.

I walk and walk and walk.
Looking, for the treasure.
I walk a thousand miles
to find the place,
where I can look into a mirror
and finally recognize my own face.
I go through large cities
and small towns,
gazing through the windows I pass,
and still, nothing new is found.

If somehow I knew I'd never
die,
Would I still love the birds sailing through the
sky;
The majestic mountains stretching way up
high;
Would anything mysterious move me enough to
cry;
Could I ever again gaze upon devine beauty and simply
sigh?

My heart has caused me to pursue
treasure tales from long ago.
Up strange mountains, through flowing rivers, into deep canyons.
I have chased the gold that may not even exist,
and loved every magic moment of it.
I doubt I've ever entirely returned.
... and am only certain
that I never shall...

poem by Smoky Hoss
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I think of you

with a snowflake a raindropp a whirlwind a cloud dust
I think of you

with newly born stars and those dying out
steps untrodden and my feet written in

with cobwebs weaved in the corner of my breath
the doors closed windows shut and sealed
I think of you

with the colours of your golden painted eyes
the softness of your good old hands
a breeze like approach of your warming lips
with an outburst of each passion I think of you

with dew dressed dawns and mist arrayed nights
with the break of days and midnights tolling you
with the twilight opening the buds of your eyes
I think of you

with you in places we'll never be
with you lost in words we never really said
with you hand in silence hand
I think of you

passion blind blessed and cursed
chanting dusks to the whispers
they'll understand I think of you

with the lighthouse burning distance blinking
with the hills shaking water splashing
with volcanoes eruptions lava spilling
I think of you

with the passion that scares me I think of you
stuck in an open wide street I think of you
with all interpretations dissolving I think of you
searching for meaning in obituaries signed to heaven I think of you
with a pale stone turning the hues of white dust to time
each dust slide clinging unto the thought of you i think of you

with you without you
I think of you

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The Sparkling World Show

Rain season
Everyday always rains
Rain drops sound
The smell of wet soil
Every dropp is a doubt
Between bless and curse
And among all creature
Who enjoy the most humidity
Are the plants and grasses
There’s no one on the park in the rain day
In the corner
In the middle of white thin fog
A little story begins
In the cross of thin fog in the park’s corner
There’s unforgettable small memory
After rain we’ll enjoy
The joy of sunshine
The sparkling world by raindrop

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Happiness

The great stone Hall is silent
that is now millennia old.
Through the western windows
shines a glorious sun.
It floods the walls and floors,
the tables, chairs and doors,
panelling, pictures, artefacts
and illumines every one
until the wraiths that gather
cry out in their joy,
'Everything is gold!
Whatever is, is gold! '

A majestic cloud
emerges from the southern sea,
slides across the western sky
blotting out the sun.

Light through those western windows
pales to a thin grey day.
It dims the walls and floors,
the tables, chairs and doors,
panelling, pictures, artefacts
pales every one
until the wraiths in the shadows
cry out in dismay,
'Gone is gold, the gold is gone!
All joy has passed away! '

poem by Brian Taylor
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After The Fresh Blossoms Have Gone

Fresh flower pass after west lake good
Messy remnant red
Fly cottony misty
Weeping willow railing all sun wind

Pipe song scatter end visitor go
Start feel spring empty
Down down curtain curtain
Pair swallow return come thin rain in
After the fresh blossoms have gone- West Lake is good.
Tattered scraps of remnant red,
Mist of cotton catkins flying,
Weeping willow by the railing in the wind and sun.

Pipes and song scatter and cease, visitors depart.
I start to feel that spring is empty,
Let the curtain fall back down,
A pair of swallows going home through the drizzly rain.

poem by Ouyang Xiu
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A Stormy Night

Clouds filling the skies
beautiful lighting show in the distance
flashing like a disco ball, exciting to all
winds picking up, swirling around
a light sprinkle, a thunderous bang
scattering birds from a bird feeder
the rain comes pouring, birds soaring
windows closing, umbrellas opening
the storm is coming to brew
rolling and going the rain keeps flowing
the road become creeks then to rivers
lighting and thundering to a different beat
rain turns to hail. a ting to a ding
it taps to nature's beat
how long the storm
moving rapidly, quickly its gone
how calm it got before dawn
what a beautiful storm

poem by Michael Peterson
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My Love Is A Liquid

Can you see her little eyes?
Can you see her little hands?
Dont you think she looks just like me?
Can you hear her little scream?
Can you hear her little cry?
Dont you think she sounds just like me?
You have friends and we have reasons
I cant meet you face-to-face
There are no corners to hide in my room
No doors, no windows, no fireplace
My love is only for me
My love needs nobody else
Did you know that my love is a liquid?
I could talk to me for years
I cant speak to you at all
Did you know that friends come in boxes?
You have friends and we have reasons
I cant meet you face-to-face
There are no corners to hide in my room
No doors, no windows, no fireplace
Save your money buy a tube
Let your body flow inside
Watch it grow before your eyes
Watch it grow before your eyes
You have friends and we have reasons
I cant meet you face-to-face
There are no corners to hide in my room
No doors, no windows, no fireplace

song performed by by Gary Numan
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Happy Girl

(annie roboff/beth neilsen chapman)
I used to live in a darkened room
Had a face of stone
And a heart of gloom
Lost my hope, I was so far gone
Cryin all my tears
With the curtains drawn
I didnt know until my soul broke free
Ive got these angels watching over me
Oh watch me go
Im a happy girl
Everybody knows
That the sweetest thing youll ever see
In the whole wide world
Is a happy girl
I used to hide in a party crowd
Bottled up inside
Feeling so left out
Standing in a corner wearing concrete shoes
With my frozen smile
And my lighted fuse
Now every time I start to feel like that
I roll out my heart like a welcome mat
Oh watch me go
Im a happy girl
Everybody knows
That the sweetest thing youll ever see
In the whole wide world
Is a happy girl
Laugh when I feel like it
Cry when I feel like it
Thats just how my life is
Thats how it goes
Oh watch me go
Im a happy girl
And Ive come to know
That the world wont change
Just cause I complain
Let the axis twirl
Im a happy girl
Oh watch me go
Im a happy girl
Everybody knows
That the sweetest thing youll ever see
In the whole wide world
Is a happy girl
Oh, yeah oh, yeah
Im a happy girl

song performed by by Martina Mcbride
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On Love, In Sadness

Oh love its a brittle madness, I sing about it in all my sadness
Its not falsified to say that I found God so inevitably well,
It still exists pale and fine. I cant dismiss
And I wont resist and if I die well at least I tried
And we just lay awake in lust and rust in the rain
And pour over everything we say we trust
It happened again, I listened in thru hallways and thin doors
Where the rivers unwind, rust and in the rain endure.
The rust and the rain are sins
And Im in like flynn again
So go on place your order now cause some other time is right around the clock
You can stand in line. it finally begins just around the clock
You can have your pick if your stomach is sick whether you eat or not
And there is just one thing that I never forgot
And we just lay awake in lust and rust in the rain
And pour over everything we say we trust
It happened again, I listened in thru hallways and thin doors
Where the rivers unwind, rust and in the rain so easy
These are the comforts that be
You see well Im feeling lucky oh well, maybe thats just me
You should be proud of me oh hell if you could only see
That were gonna grow on up to be, ah yes
We are thick as thieves
Oh love its a brittle madness, I sing about it in all my sadness
Its not falsified to say that I found god
Inevitably, well it still exists pale and fine I cant dismiss
And I wont resist and if I die well at least I tried
And we just lay awake in lust and rust in the rain
And pour over everything we say we trust
It happened again, I listened in thru hallways and thin doors
Where the rivers unwind and the rust and the rain endure
(the rust and the rain endure. Im sure.)
I am insofar to know the measure of love isnt loss
Love will never ever be insofar to know the measure of love isnt loss
Love will never ever be lost on me.
Love will never ever be lost on me.

song performed by by Jason Mraz
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Observed When Buying Onions

Observed when buying Onions

The massive grey cloud on the sky looked like a tiger shark,
open jaw ready to strike it had one shiny eye, and tore off
a piece of heaven’s floor. I saw shocked angels running about
one lost his harp; it fell like a comet down to earth, and landed
with a thunder on the frozen wasteland of Siberia.

The shark had tried to eat more then it could possible swallow,
it fragmented with a limp bang and fell to ground as lumps of
rain. When I looked up again the hole on heaven’s floor, had
been filled in with fluffy clouds, but the angels evening choir
had to do without the harp’s sweet and lyrical tunes.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Doubt Full

This letter explains everything
The content it is the truth
Each word could cut like daggers if I
Decide to finally give it to you
I've rewrote and rechecked a thousand times
Licked it shut and said my goodbyes
The lines are perfectly written
To break wide open this conclusion
And it feels like
I've already been there
Sounds like Im preaching the choir
If it feels like it wont work out
Im the one full of doubt
I know that time
Wont change a thing
If were all moving in slow motion
Its hard to catch up
When the world is weighing you down
And it feels like
I've already been here
Sounds like im preaching the choir
If it feels like it wont work out
Im the one full of doubt
Im confused
Dont know what I should do now
You could lose everything close to you
Tell me how does this feel
And it feels like
I've already been here
Sounds like im preaching the choir
If it looks like it wont work out
Im the one full of doubt x 3

song performed by by New Found Glory
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The Son Never Shines (On Closed Doors)

I saw her there from afar
Her hair grey charcoal
Takes a drag from her tar
I kissed her a smile
But her blood red shot eye
Said the son never shines on closed doors

It's been eight long years since I saw
The woman who's labored
Since the day I was born
These wrinkles now face
To that cold dark damp place
Where the son never shines on closed doors

She said the son never shines on closed doors
I open to find only hurricanes blow
Take me away back to the green fields of May
Because the son never shines on closed doors

Death comes like a theif in the night
To steal while you sleep
The soul's flickering licght
Well maybe it's then
She said

song performed by by Flogging Molly from Drunken Lullabies
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Factory Windows Are Always Broken

Factory windows are always broken.
Somebody's always throwing bricks,
Somebody's always heaving cinders,
Playing ugly Yahoo tricks.

Factory windows are always broken.
Other windows are let alone.
No one throws through the chapel-window
The bitter, snarling, derisive stone.

Factory windows are always broken.
Something or other is going wrong.
Something is rotten--I think, in Denmark.
End of factory-window song.

poem by Vachel Lindsay
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