Fund is the wind
Wind helps the kite fly.
Air helps the scent spread.
For the thoughts to reach
Fund is the wind to send.
27.11.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Helps Me Helps You
Look at all the toys I got
Look at all the things I need
Look at all the toys I got
Look at all the mouths I feed
Have I got a wonderful deal for you
What belongs to me belongs to you
I understand what youre going through
I know the point to push you to
My policy helps me helps you
Generosity helps me helps you
Conspiracy helps me helps you
Put you trust in me Ill help you too
Look at all the things Ive done
Look at all the rights I wrong
The means will justify the end
For you to save and me to spend
Cos Ive got a great idea you see
What belongs to you belongs to me
I know just what you wanna do
I know how I can get there too
Hypocrisy helps me helps you
Democracy helps me helps you
Ideology helps me helps you
Put your trust in me Ill help you through
(hirst/moginie)
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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And For All My Questions My Friend Has An Answer
you have seen the kite flying in the air
and you believe it
you have not seen the wind but you feel it just the same and you name it
as the wind
and you accept it as the wind that exists in reality
because it lifts the kite
i feel God like the wind, i see myself like the kite
there is this divinity that sticks on the stick and string and paper
lifting me up
like a child to the skies above
i do not have power
it is the wind which has it and the wind has it because the owner of the wind
has bestowed up it the power
yes the wind that you do not see but you just feel
my friend, i am not ashamed to tell you about angels
neither am i ashamed to tell you about the existence of the owner of the angels
He is our God and He loves us
why do you insist on flying away like a bird?
why?
believe and be loved
love and learn to love some more, and be a believer forever
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Little Bit Of Sunshine
A little bit of sunshine every day,
Helps to keep the rain clouds far away.
A little bit of sunshine, for your soul,
Helps you to weather even bitter cold.
A little bit of sunshine in your week,
Helps pull you out of bed, when you are sick.
A little bit of sunshine on your brain,
Helps get out all bad feelings, and mental strain.
A little bit of sunshine in your life,
Helps you to deal, with all your stress and strife.
A little bit of sunshine at the start,
Can even help to heal a broken heart.
6/26/10 Alton Texas
poem by Juan Olivarez
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Somewhere Out There
Somewhere out there,
Beneath the pale moon night,
Someones thinking of me,
And loving me tonight.
Somewhere out there,
Someones saying a prayer,
That well find one another,
In that big somewhere out there.
And even though I know how very far apart we are,
It helps to think we might be wishing
On the same bright star,
And when the night wind starts to sing
A lonesome lullaby,
It helps to think were sleeping underneath the
Same big sky.
Somewhere out there,
If love can see us through,
Then, well be together,
Somewhere out there, out where dreams, come true.
And even though I know how very far apart we are,
It helps to think we might be wishing
On the same bright star,
And when the night wind starts to sing
A lonesome lullaby,
It helps to think were sleeping underneath the
Same big sky.
Somewhere out there,
If love can see us through, (can see us through)
Then, well be together,
Somewhere out there, out where dreams, come true.
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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Like A Kite
Sometimes, in my quiet remembrance
I could wish to be like a kite
That flies across the blue sky
and kissed the clouds that dance
on a swagging of air
Like a kite that can touch
the rainbow in the sky
to know the secrets that hides
in their glorious color.
Like a kite, soaring through the wind
Go higher, higher and higher
Trying to reach the mountain tops
We both don't have our own wings
But the wind will be with us
To feel the joy that swells within
And drank the air,
to feel the warmth of a clear spring sky.
poem by Cheryl Aldea
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Lazy Wind
Lazy wind
Slow wind
Cannot lift
My little kite
My kite is rumbling
Above my head
It may fall
At any time
Oh! lazy wind
Slow wind
Go home
And be strong
Come again
With a bang
To lift my
Little kite.
poem by Dilipbhasker Mathra
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Wind on the Hill
No one can tell me,
Nobody knows,
Where the wind comes from,
Where the wind goes.
It's flying from somewhere
As fast as it can,
I couldn't keep up with it,
Not if I ran.
But if I stopped holding
The string of my kite,
It would blow with the wind
For a day and a night.
And then when I found it,
Wherever it blew,
I should know that the wind
Had been going there too.
So then I could tell them
Where the wind goes...
But where the wind comes from
Nobody knows.
poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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Flying High
My oh my!
What a gorgeous day to fly
Let's release that puffer kite
High in the crystal clear blue sky
We're running out of string
Send that kid on his bike
To the hobby shop to get more
What do you mean, what for?
Why, to fly that kite
Beyond the clouds, earth and universe
The wind is perfect today
We can do this beyond the moon and stars
oops! string broke over passing cars
Where is it now?
Where the past kite fliers now fly
My, oh my!
How high, this kite did, fly
poem by Matt Mondschein
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An Adult and an unforgettable Summer
Gentle wind blows
And weak leaves fall
Autumn peeps overall.
He gazed at a far away kite
That idles in the Western sky.
Oh! It's like his bygone summer
Gone with the wind quicker.
The same wind comes again
And where do you want to take him now?
His grandson draws a red kite in a pale blue sky with pastels
While sitting on the threshold.
It's almost an unforgettable summer
And his faintly kite never seen forever.
* I humbly dedicate this poem to the 9/11 innocent victims and their weeping families.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Wind Chimes
Hangin' down from my window
Those are my wind chimes
Wind chimes
Wind chimes
In the late afternoon you're
Hung up on wind chimes
Wind chimes
Wind chimes
Though it's hard i try
Not to look at my wind chimes
Wind chimes
Wind chimes
Now and then a tear rolls on my cheek
On a warm breeze the little bells
Tinklin' wind chimes
Wind chimes
Wind chimes
Close your eyes and lean back
Listen to wind chimes
Wind chimes
Wind chimes
It's so peaceful
Close to a lullabye
The wind chimes tinglin'
Tinglin'
Tinglin'
Tinglin'
The wind chimes tinglin'
Tinglin'
Tinglin'
Tinglin'
Da do do da do do da do do da do do
Whisperin' winds send my wind chimes a tinklin'
Whisperin' winds send my wind chimes a tinklin'
Whisperin' winds send my wind chimes a tinklin'
Whisperin' winds send my wind chimes a tinklin'
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Summer's Wind
You are the wind on a hot summer’s day
That cools off the air
Surrounding my body
You are the wind in my hair
As I walk down the street
You are the wind
That blows through my dreams
And awakens me to feelings
Of living and smiling
You are the wind
In which my hair rises
And my breath quickens
As my smile lifts
You are the wind
On a hot summer’s day
You are the sun
In which I need
To stay warm
You are the moon
In which I need
To read at night
You are the sun
In which brightens the day
To show me the way
To your arms
You are the moon
In which I need
To see the starts
To gaze under
You are the wind
On a hot summer’s day
You are the wind
That cools off the air
And helps so I can smile again
You are the wind
In which I feel
Your simple touch
Which makes me yield
You are the wind
In which I stop
And feel, calm, relaxed
And realize I am alive
You are the wind
On a hot summer’s day
That makes me realize
Life
Might just be
Ok
poem by Scarred Unknown
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The Kite The Wind Took As If A Poem
You bought the kit,
couldn’t wait for Mum to clear the table
to spread its bits and pieces out
didn’t your Dad help you? Yes, of course –
those were the good times..
‘your Dad’… do we ever really realise
they had a life of their own,
not merely extras in the drama
of your life?
the wooden struts cut to length,
the careful, don’t hurry Michael cotton wound
around the glue, and then more glue,
put the top back on again Michael
or you’ll be sorry when you come to use it again…
what’s again, in a boy’s life? …
that special waterproofed paper
finally in place; Mum’s hair-dryer
cautiously used to tauten
the bright kite’s sail
not too near Michael,
read the instructions…
it’s alive now, the kite,
the two of you waiting
to learn about wind, even
what you thought a mere light breeze…
what strength! on that first outing
on the beach or in the park;
the mere light breeze
which as your kite sailed up there in the sky,
dipping, soaring around the other kites
like a half learned, half graceful dance
which the wind wrote
but you did not listen fully to:
a sudden pull of wind, a parting
somewhere between string and kite…
no longer your kite; now
it’s the wind’s kite
sailing off into the blue
to meet the clouds perhaps
was it your Dad, after
he too had been silent-sad,
or was it Mum as she wiped your face who said
the wind, the sky, loved it too much
to give it back
and so with poems.
Throw away the box and stuff
but keep the glue, it may, like memory,
come in useful
next time
and so with poems.
The wind, the sky,
deserve them for their own;
they can go further, faster, they’re more strong
than you;
let go the string, now, as it falls to earth;
watch the bright kite
till it's out of sight;
was it ever yours?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Lord Loves The One
The lord loves the one that loves
The lord
And the law says if you don't give,
Then you don't get loving
Now the lord helps those that help
Themselves
And the law says whatever you do
Is going to come right back on you
We all making out
Like we own this whole world
While the leaders of nations
They're acting like big girls
With no thoughts for their god
Who provides us with all
But when death comes to claim them
Who will stand,
And who will fall?
The lord loves the one that loves
The lord
And the law says if you don't give,
Then you don't get loving
Now the lord helps those that help
Themselves
And the law says whatever you do
Is going to come right back on you
We all move around,
With objectives in mind,
To become rich or famous,
With our reputations signed,
But the few that can reach,
To this coveted slot,
Don't escape old age creeping,
Through their bodies,
Like a rot
While the lord loves the one that loves
The lord
And the law says if you don't give,
Then you don't get loving
Now the lord helps those that help
Themselves
And the law says whatever you do
Is going to come right back on you
song performed by by George Harrison
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to connect himself to God
to make this divine connection
from his human
ity
he writes a poem about a kite that a child makes
from sticks and paper
and some paste
to stick them in together
like a symbolism
of body and soul
and the child puts the paper tail
as rudder
of this kite and then he runs to the field
to find the wind to give his kite a lift
to the skies
high spirited like his soul
and his body
wanting to be with
God up there
after this i will ask him,
the child
(or the child in him)
or simply him the man who who writes a poem about a kite
lifting itself up with the wind of his beaufiful words:
do you feel something divine?
was there something divine in this poem about a kite?
did you feel God?
did you see him up in the skies above?
you tell me about angels, now tell me, my friend
about the presence of God
tell me more, about this kite this flight this wind
do not mention anything about power
i am always this suspicious believer.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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West Haven
Bookmark (will help me find a place)
Bookmark (helps me find a place)
Ripped page (will help me find a place)
Bookmark (helps me find a place)
I've just set fire to all your...
Books
Bookmark (will help me find a place)
Ripped page (helps me find a place)
Bookmark (will help me find a place)
Cover (helps me find a place)
I've just put out the fire that I'd started
My feet point west in the wind
They don't point east, they point west
My feet point west in the wind
Helps me find a place
I won't force you to go
I won't force you to go
I won't force you to go..
Home
Bookmark (will help me find a place)
Cover (helps me find a place)
Ripped page (will help me find a place)
Bookmark...
My feet point west in the wind
They don't point east, they point west
My feet point west in the wind
Helps me find a place
I won't force you to go
I won't force you to go
I won't force you to go
My feet point west in the wind
I won't force you to go
Home
Home
Home
Home
song performed by by Idlewild
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Iron Man
I am iron man!
Has he lost his mind?
Can he see or is he blind?
Can he walk at all
Or if he moves will he fall?
Is he alive or dead?
Has he thoughts within his head?
Well just pass him there
Why should we even care?
He was turned to steel
In the great magnetic field
When he traveled time
For the future of mankind
Nobody wants him,
They just turn their heads
Nobody helps him
So he waits his revenge
Now the time is here
For iron man to spread
Fear vengeance from the grave
Kills the people he once saved
Nobody wants him
They just turn their heads
Nobody helps him
Now he has his revenge
song performed by by NOFX
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How Do You Expect This Kite To Fly In The Wind?
my friend, how do you expect this kite to fly in the wind
its long tail is disconnected from its body like a tree without roots
its paper is thin, its skeletons too soft to stand against the wind
how do you expect to live in freedom,
on uncut navels, on shallow disappointments, on shaky guts,
my friend, to live in freedom
like the kite, we too must go against the wind
the stronger winds against us are much better
much wanted
we shall then fly so high against the wind that gives us the lift
and when we gain the heights
up there, we look on all the things
so little before us
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Lord Loves The One (That Loves The Lord)
The lord loves the one that loves
The lord
And the law says if you dont give,
Then you dont get loving
Now the lord helps those that help
Themselves
And the law says whatever you do
Is going to come right back on you
We all making out
Like we own this whole world
While the leaders of nations
Theyre acting like big girls
With no thoughts for their god
Who provides us with all
But when death comes to claim them
Who will stand,
And who will fall?
The lord loves the one that loves
The lord
And the law says if you dont give,
Then you dont get loving
Now the lord helps those that help
Themselves
And the law says whatever you do
Is going to come right back on you
We all move around,
With objectives in mind,
To become rich or famous,
With our reputations signed,
But the few that can reach,
To this coveted slot,
Dont escape old age creeping,
Through their bodies,
Like a rot
While the lord loves the one that loves
The lord
And the law says if you dont give,
Then you dont get loving
Now the lord helps those that help
Themselves
And the law says whatever you do
Is going to come right back on you
song performed by by George Harrison
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Art of Wind
Whether strong, whether sway
Whether irritating, whether couraging
Stormy nights or flash of breeze
Wind goes wherever blows
Whether naughty, whether chill
Whether sudden, whether still
In the leap of joy, in the darkest hour
Wind blows where we can’t follow
The heart pressure, the air emotion
The drift of change, the surging twist
The wing of song, the road of scent
Wind follows whatever goes
Can be seen but uncertain feeling
Can be caught but hard to hold
One breath to caress, one breath to break
Wind is the mischief actor
Flying dandelion, the match maker
Premonition whisperer, the thief of clothes
The kite runner, the chime player
Wind is the carefree rover
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The Broadcast Decency Enforcement Act of 2004 helps address the continuing degradation on the broadcast airwaves and helps send a clear message to the broadcast industry that Alabama families, like the rest of American families, have had enough.
quote by Mike Rogers
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