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When You Grieve

when you grieve upon the death of your beloved
you only grieve upon yourself

if you only try to look around you
they do not believe in the sorrow of your grieving

the birds still play with their wings and sing
their fledgelings take a bath in the fountains
and preoccupies themselves with the art of flying
the flowers still bloom and leaves greener as ever
the seeds sprout the twigs grow another inch
the trees still look for the rays of the sun
the sea remain faithful to the accommodation of the waves
the winds still blow the sails of ships that arrive and leave the port
the seagulls keep their gaze on the school of fish
the fishermen keep watch for the spot to throw their nets
the children on the beach play
as their mothers watch with glee

do not be overwhelmed with what you feel
soon the sad feelings on fleets
shall flee as flitting as they must be
take your time watch the world in locomotion
prepare your heart, i know, i wait, for your emotion.
for soon, it must beat for me, to you i pray.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Homicide

They say she speeded wanton wild
When she was warm with wine;
And so she killed a little child,
(Could have been yours or mine).
The Judge's verdict was not mild,
And heavy was the fine.

And yet I see her driving still,
But maybe with more care . . .
Oh I should hate a child to kill
With vine leaves in my hair;
I think that I should grieve until
Life was too bleak to bear.

I think that I would see each day
That child in beauty grow.
How she would haunt me in her play.
And I would watch her go
To School a-dancing on her way,
With gladness all aglow!

And then one day I might believe,
With angel eyes ashine,
She'd say to me: 'Please do not grieve,
Maybe the fault was mine.
Take heart,--to Heaven's comfort cleave,
For am I not divine!'

I think I know how I would feel
If I a child should slay;
The rest of living I would kneel
And for God's pity pray . . .
Madam, I saw you at the wheel
Of your new car today.

poem by Robert William Service
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Flowers In The Window

when i first held i was cold
a melting snowman i was told
but there was no one there to hold
before i swore that i would be alone for ever more
wow look at you now
flowers in the window
it's such a lovely day
and i'm glad you feel the same
cos to stand up
out in the crowd
you are one in a million
and i love you so let's watch the flowers grow
there is no reason to feel bad
but there are many seasons to feel sad glad mad
it's just a bunch of feelings that we have to hold
but i am here to help you with the load
wow look at you now
flowers in the window
it's such a lovely day and i'm glad you feel the same
cos to stand up
out in the crowd
you are one in a million
and i love you so let's watch the flowers grow
so now we're here and now is fine
so far away from there and there is time time time
to plant new seeds and watch them grow
so there'll be flowers in the window when we go
wow look at us now
flowers in the window
it's such a lovely day and i'm glad you feel the same
cos to stand up
out out in the crowd you are one in a million and i love you
so let's watch the flowers grow
oh wow look at you now flowers in the window
it's such a lovely day
and i'm glad you feel the same cos to stand up
out in the crowd
you are one in a million
and i love you so let's watch the flowers grow
let's watch the flowers grow

song performed by by Travis from The Invisible Band
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Ain't Gonna Grieve

by Bob Dylan
Well, I ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
And ain't a-gonna grieve no more.
Come on brother, join the band,
Come on sisters, clap your hands,
Tell everybody that's in the land,
You ain't a-gonna grieve no more.
Well, I ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
And ain't a-gonna grieve no more.
Brown and blue and white and black,
All one color on the one-way track,
We got this far and ain't a-goin' back
And ain't a-gonna grieve no more.
Well, I ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
I ain't a-gonna grieve no more.
We're gonna notify your next of kin,
You're gonna raise the roof until the house falls in.
If you get knocked down get up again,
We ain't a-gonna grieve no more.
Well, I ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
I ain't a-gonna grieve no more.
We'll sing this song all night long,
Sing it to my baby from midnight on.
She'll sing it to you when I'm dead and gone,
Ain't a-gonna grieve no more.
Well, I ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
I ain't a-gonna grieve no more

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Blossoms

Flowers lovely, marvellous gift from God,
They deck the Earth, they give delight,
They drape the dales and adorn the hills,
They feast the eyes and fill the hearts.

My life blooms when plants are abloom,
Each morn, I gaze at flowers in myriad hues,
That adorn the garden my mother keeps,
Her prized possession next to her kids.

Through the arch window, Roses are in sight,
Chrysanthemums and Daisies, they grow in rows,
The white Lilies and the purple Tulips,
They seem to delight in their contrast shades.

In summer I watch the butterflies flitting around,
Also the honey bees that come to steal the pollen from the blooms,
Small birds that dart into twining boughs,
Build nests in the secret hide of bushy trees.

In rain, I watch the flutter of silvery leaves,
Washed anew and sparkling in radiant glow,
After rain, I count the droplets trapped within,
That struggle to escape from the chamber of hollow blooms.

In breeze, I see the flowers dancing in cheer,
And swing their heads in synchronizing motion,
These sights fill me with indescribable joy,
And set my heart racing in glee.

But when a withering flower comes in view,
It aches my heart and makes me grieve,
Then a question crops within my mind,
Why should a flower wilt and wither so fast.

Before I let the question fly from me
A consoling thought fleets across my brain
Transient it be, it delights all,
Spreads its fragrance all around,
Serves nectar to humming birds and bees,
And decks the Earth in brilliant charm.
What more-needed to fulfill a life,
Than be a source of delight to many!

poem by Valsa George
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On the Seashore

On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.
The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and dances.
They build their houses with sand, and they play with empty shells. With withered leaves they weave their boats and smilingly float them on the vast deep. Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.
They know not how to swim, they know not how to cast nets. Pearl-fishers dive for pearls, merchants sail in their ships, while children gather pebbles and scatter them again. They seek not for hidden treasures, they know not how to cast nets.
The sea surges up with laughter, and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach. Death-dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the children, even like a mother while rocking her baby's cradle. The sea plays with children, and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach.
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. Tempest roams in the pathless sky, ships are wrecked in the trackless water, death is abroad and children play. On the seashore of endless worlds is the great meeting of children.

poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Seashore

On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.
The infinite sky is motionless overhead
and the restless water is boisterous.
On the seashore of endless worlds
the children meet with shouts and dances.

They build their houses with sand
and they play with empty shells.
With withered leaves they weave their boats
and smilingly float them on the vast deep.
Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.

They know not how to swim, they know not how to cast nets.
Pearl fishers dive for pearls, merchants sail in their ships,
while children gather pebbles and scatter them again.
They seek not for hidden treasures, they know not how to cast nets.

The sea surges up with laughter
and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach.
Death-dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the children,
even like a mother while rocking her baby's cradle.
The sea plays with children,
and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach.

On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.
Tempest roams in the pathless sky,
ships get wrecked in the trackless water,
death is abroad and children play.
On the seashore of endless worlds is the
great meeting of children.

poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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As Tears Go By

It is the evening of the day
I sit and watch the children play
Smiling faces I can see
But not for me
I sit and watch
As tears go by

My riches can't buy everything
I want to hear the children sing
All I hear is the sound
Of rain falling on the ground
I sit and watch
As tears go by

It is the evening of the day
I sit and watch the children play
Doin' things I used to do
They think are new
I sit and watch
As tears go by

song performed by by Rolling Stones from December's Children (And Everybody's)
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As Tears Go By

It is the evening of the day
I sit and watch the children play
Smiling faces I can see, but not for me
I sit and watch as tears go by
My riches can't buy everything
I want to hear the children sing
All I ever hear is the sound of rain falling on the ground
I sit and watch as tears go by
It is the evening of the day
I sit and watch the children play
Doin' things I used to do, they think they are new
I sit and watch as tears go by
Mm mm mm...

song performed by by Vanessa Paradis
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November 28,2007 is the International Day of Stillness: A Poem for the day

'Stillness is my beloved teacher.
From her, I learn new things every day.'
I said to Stillness,
How can you teach me so well?

Stillness said,
By being with you always.
I said to Stillness,
How can you teach me so much?

Stillness said,
Because you have much within you;
I, but a mirror for your mind;
I, but a mirror for your heart.

I said to Stillness,
O my beloved teacher, will you
promise me you will never leave me?

Stillness said,
I cannot leave you;
though you can leave me..
but what is stillness without a companion?
I said to Stillness,
Is your work hard?

Stillness said,
I have the most wonderful task that I could wish for:
I sit with babies while they smile;
I sit with children in the classroom
as they delight to learn;

I sit with the angry and disturbed,
and watch them grow to peace;
I sit with the sad and lonely and bereaved
and watch them rediscover happiness and joy;
I sit with kings and queens and rulers
while they find wisdom and mercy;

I sit with governments and committees
while they find reason and justice;
I sit with artists and scientists,
and watch them find new things outside themselves,
and find new things within themselves;

I sit with those who pray or meditate,
as they find God in themselves;
I sit at the feet of saints
while they become perfection;

I walk in the gardens of the dawn,
I walk in the gardens of the dusk;
in the deep of the night, I watch;
I fly with birds, in the silence of the air;
I watch the animals as they explore the earth;
I listen to the growing of the trees and plants;
I listen to the opening of the flowers;

Said Stillness,
I am the friend and the companion of all;
who would not love to share my life with me?
I said to Stillness,
May I never leave you.
And Stillness looked me in the eye,
and Stillness smiled at me:
‘I am born with every creature born
to be their friend for life.’

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Stillness: a Poem for the International Day of Stillness, November 28

'Stillness is my beloved teacher.
From her, I learn new things every day.'

I said to Stillness,
how can you teach me so well?

Stillness said,
By being with you always.

I said to Stillness,
How can you teach me so much?

Stillness said,
Because you have much within you;
I, but a mirror for your mind;
I, but a mirror for your heart.

I said to Stillness,
O my beloved teacher, will you
promise me you will never leave me?

Stillness said,
I cannot leave you;
though you can leave me..
but what is stillness without a companion?

I said to Stillness,
Is your work hard?

Stillness said,
I have the most wonderful task that I could wish for:

I sit with babies while they smile;

I sit with children in the classroom
as they delight to learn;

I sit with the angry and disturbed,
And watch them grow to peace;

I sit with the sad and lonely and bereaved
and watch them rediscover happiness and joy;

I sit with kings and queens and rulers
while they find wisdom and mercy;

I sit with governments and committees
while they find reason and justice;

I sit with artists and scientists,
and watch them find new things outside themselves,
and find new things within themselves;

I sit with those who pray or meditate,
and watch them find God in themselves;

I sit at the feet of saints
while they become perfection;

I fly with birds, in the silence of the air;
I watch the animals as they explore the earth;
I hear the growing of the trees and plants;
I listen to the opening of the flowers;

I walk in the gardens of the dawn;
I walk in the gardens of the dusk;
in the deep of the night, I watch.

Said Stillness,
I am the friend and the companion of all;
who would not love to share my life with me?

I said to Stillness,
may I never leave you.

And Stillness looked me in the eye,
and Stillness smiled at me:

‘I am born with every creature born
to be their friend for life.’

*
(With acknowledgements to Iain Trousdell of New Zealand, whose poem quoted from in the first two lines inspired this extension..)

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Memory Walk

Wanted to visit old lanes
for a mocking bird.
A luminous proxy wanted to play a game.

Treachery flees from
the trees and settles
on the white wings of flying swans.

No logarithm will stop
to watch the invisible
numbers going for infinity.

Tomorrow I go back to my
school, to wear my fallen mask.
The world was very obtuse to watch a setting sun.

poem by Satish Verma
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No one jumped, all were pushed

Those children wonder why
Why their parents seem to die
Each day they lose some life
And each day those children cry
.
Those mothers they weep
Those fathers they hold the heart that leaks
And those children they are what this world seeks
Because those children aren’t weak
.
The children they sit and watch
They watch their parents being eaten
The world they deem to be a place where everyone can be free
But, when they touch the street they only feel tension and heat
.
This world it burns
And this world it will eat
This world will be
What breaks your beauty
.
Growing up they will see
That no one wanted to fall down
No one wanted to let go
No one jumped they all stood only weak*
.
Trying to stand up straight
Trying to fight with faith
Trying to beat the world
But, only to pushed over and never found
.
Those children they sit and watch
And they in time become the weak*
They stand on the cliff
And just let the world push it’s the only way of becoming free*

poem by Victoria Martinez
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Perfect Ending To The Day

I leave the pinewoods sombre shade
And make my way towards the shore.
Where I can watch the daylight fade.
As I have often done before.

I work all day amidst the trees
Where I can seldom see the sky.
I yearn to smell the ocean breeze
and watch the seagulls wheel and fly.

There is a spot that's known to few.
Above the sea and facing west.
Which offers an unbroken view
to watch the Sun go to his rest.

It is a privilege to see.
The western sky blush fiery red
As the Sun sinks beneath the sea.
There's nowhere I would be instead.

Than sitting high above the sea
To watch the sun set peacefully.

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Our Journey to the Sea

I need no label, tag, or some kind of tattoo
Engraved on my skin
Just call me friend or best as I prefer
To carry you on to our journey

Glide my hands now to strum the river to sing with
The birds and winds whistling through… and through
The branches of trees that leaves no notes to follow
Far and beyond the majestic call of the sea

Remain on my lap as you watch the glorified love
The world - over and under the sea - has put first
The great seagulls - to welcome you from above -
The Beethoven of the sea

The coral reefs that curtained the ocean stage
Will soon unveil the dimming sun to present
The acrobatic acts of the dolphins
And the flights of flying fishes

From the trail fins of sharks approaching
To the sea-floor-dance of the sailboats
That brought the joyful waves far-reaching
The applause of sea lions and the penguins' wings

Back to the mouth of the river, now my friend
I‘ll take you home once again
Where the mirror awaits to greet you once more
The smile you had misplaced before

poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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We Poets are Farmers Still

We poets are farmers still,
ploughing our mind in the invisible field,
whenever the mind makes the pen wield.
Sowing the seeds of emotion,
in the field of melancholy,
we reap the expression of joy
with our hearts happy and merry.
Gardeners we are to our core,
as we are happy to see our words bloom
amidst the reverberation of “Encores”.
Idioms, our fertilizers,
simile and metaphors, the growth enhancers.
The monsoon, the joy of spring,
when in the winds of expression,
our joy swings.
Words bearing a new look,
publicity reaping the best
out of our joyous moods.
Our alert mind, the scare crow,
driving the birds of plagiarism away,
helps the expression to bloom and grow.
Again we wait for the next showers,
hoping this time, the day will be ours.
We then sow the time awaited seeds of expression,
with the waves of time, the blooming showers.
Their timed sprout is now,
when you lovers of art,
read it aloud and feel it in your heart.

poem by Dr. Sandeep Kumar Kar
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Nieces Pieces

I can't wait to watch you get older
I can't wait to meet that first boy that breaks your life
I can't wait till you realize the family you've been born into
I can't wait to watch you turn from good to bad
I can't wait to tell your grandpa made your mommy
play stripper while your uncle watched
I can't wait to tell you I punched your mommy in the chest
In front of her new friends
I can't wait till you realize mommy's heart is broken
I can't wait to watch you grow up around the people who broke it

song performed by by Xiu Xiu
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Nieces Pieces

I can't wait to watch you get older
I can't wait to meet that first boy that breaks your life
I can't wait till you realize the family you've been born into
I can't wait to watch you turn from good to bad
I can't wait to tell your grandpa made your mommy
play stripper while your uncle watched
I can't wait to tell you I punched your mommy in the chest
In front of her new friends
I can't wait till you realize mommy's heart is broken
I can't wait to watch you grow up around the people who broke it

song performed by by Xiu Xiu
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The Hanging Tree 2

The children play around the tree
Unbeknown to them of their fate to be
If the where to commit an ungodly crime
They would meet their end at a premature time

They play around the hanging tree
Where they strung up the man the say murdered three
The man’s soul could never truly die
When his death was caused by such a lie

They play around the hanging tree
Where I wait for my love still breathing to join me
So at my place of death I will stay
As I await that faithful day

They play around the hanging tree
Where I watch over her and save her for only me
But when she could finally bear it no more
She spilt her own blood upon the floor

They play around the hanging tree
Hoping that we will one day be free
To leave this world for the heavens above
To live a life purely of love

They play around the handing tree
Were a guilty conscience sets us free
The guilty one confessed to ending the life
Then took his own with a knife

poem by My Stolen Identity
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Persephone's Slave

A solar flare losing it's effect...
A white dwarf has lost its light...

You've set sail on a boat in the Night,
a boat that sails the seas on the sun bright.
Come, watch with me from our Mountain high,
watch the boat burn and die.
Watch the phantoms flee and fly.
Watch your body turn to dust
as I leave the miasma of your lust
and see the destrucion of your bust
in the Hall of Life.
Enjoy your time with black Death's wife.
Be her companion, be her slave,
and know I'll never visit your grave.

poem by Soren Valentine
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Notes On Sendai

she was once at Sendai
posing by the port with some close friends
the picture shows a very calm blue sea
there were other tourists
faraway on can see seagulls flying
white yachts, green mountains
white shorelines, well kept stores
some children playing
as mothers keep watch closely

we all know what happened to Sendai
the tsunami ate all the houses and the children and the tourists
and temples and farms
there are no more yachts
the birds are few
and the people have left.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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