The Pasture
I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;
I'll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I shan't be gone long. -- You come too.
I'm going out to fetch the little calf
That's standing by the mother. It's so young,
It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I shan't be gone long. -- You come too.
poem by Robert Frost
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What Left My Throat Dry?
Inexcusable crime
And incurable disease
Of the last century
Left my throat dry
Without water wetted my wings
Without sickle tied my legs
I lost my peace in the din
A fish in the water without a fin.
Water can not wet my throat
The sun can not dry my wings
Untying my legs will not give me back my fins.
What is the use to be dry,
If I shan't get the shadow and the fly?
I shan't get surely the shadow from the sun
To it, it will only increase my bebt burden?
My wet wings needn't to be wide spread
As I know the hope of justice has already dead!
poem by Abdul Wahab
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This Luminescence
So long as I may be capable of respiration,
Thou shan't e'er be wanton for admiration:
I shall trumpet thine beatitude to the world, entire-
Thou art the dream, to which I most ardently aspire;
Mine whole life had been, of true love, devoid-
Until that fateful day, when again deployed
Was the promise that we envisioned many years ago-
Long dormant, this luminescence is once again, aglow!
That which burns so beauteous and bright,
Shan't be disregarded, to fleet from sight
Before its brilliance may be properly appreciated;
A love deferred is a love never satiated:
I owe it to you, and you owe it to me,
To take this chance, to see what we may be!
-Maurice Harris,17 February 2011
poem by Maurice Harris
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Beyond Silence
Blue-green spring water,
white moonlit mountain.
Quiet wisdom of the spirit:
empty gaze beyond silence.
poem by Han Shan, translated by Doug Westendorp
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I went to fetch water from the lake
I went to fetch water from the lake, but my love wont let me, O mother!
Kneading my firm breasts, he lusted for the nectar of my lips, O mother!
I went to fetch water from the lake, but my love wont let me, O mother!
'How did you hurt your lips' my mother-in-law suspiciously asks.
'It was my girl friend's nail as she was helping me with the pots'
I went to fetch water from the lake, but my love wont let me, O mother!
I had gone in a great hurry but my love held me back,
It is excellent to attain Narsaiyya's Lord,
For he made me like himself, O mother!
I went to fetch water from the lake, but my love wont let me, O mother!
poem by Narsinh Mehta
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As I Grow Older
Though many fond memories have I-many made in this very place,
I must bid a fond adieu still, because time's wend shan't erase
The pain caused, nor the scars ne'er to be seen!
It goes without saying: what an unmitigating heartbreak it has been!
The time lapsed from the attendant events, now numbers years-
Alas, nights pass yet, where I may fill a chalice with my tears!
I spend days afeared, 'looking over my shoulder';
NO! I shan't allow its lasting, as I grow older!
Many, many times, the Sun has risen and the Sun has, again, set-
Since that wretched day causal to the theft of the peace I may never again get!
I have been 'gone' so long, I barely know who I used to be-
A shell of my former self stands in the mirror now before me!
I yearn for my post-traumatic life to truly begin-
I long to look the 'real' me in the mirror once again!
Maurice Harris,9 June 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
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Blue Mountain Coffee
I take my seat at the Golden Grove
And watch the waitress, Xu,
She's sweet and pert, and her shortened skirt
Shows off a dimple or two;
She brings the menu, a pretty smile,
I get to the "Wo xiang yao...."
But she shakes her head, before I've said
What I want, would like, or how!
She points to the meal I didn't want,
I crease my ‘lao wai' brow,
"No no - Lan shan" is my one response,
"Lan shan kafei, niu nai..."
Do you have it? - this is a coffee shop?
All I want is a cup - that's wrong? '
She rolls her eyes, looks up to the skies
And mutters: ‘Wo bu dong! '
I check my book, have I overlooked
Some word, some phrase - a tone?
‘This is a ‘Kafei Dian? ' I say,
She brings me a chicken bone,
Immersed in water that they call soup,
I feel a sweat coming on,
I wave my hand, ‘bu xing, bu xing, '
She mutters a ‘Wo bu dong! '
Can you say ‘Yes? ' Can you say ‘No? '
She shakes her head, ‘Mei you! '
The sweat breaks out on my fevered brow,
‘Ni ting dong ma, ' I go.
She smiles so sweet, she shakes her head,
She never will understand.
"Ni lan shan kafei or not, " I cry,
She mutters ‘Ni man man kan! '
"That's it, I'm off, " I shout out loud,
‘Wo yiao zou le, " I roar,
She follows my every move as I
Make tracks for the outer door,
I pause and turn as I reach the street
To see her standing - then:
"Zai jian! ' I snort, but she smiles at me:
"Goodbye - Please come again! "
Glossary: - Wo xiang yao - I would like
Lao wai - foreigner
Lan shan - Blue Mountain Kafei - coffee
Niu nai - milk Wo bu dong - I don't understand
Kafei Dian - Coffee Shop
bu xing - you can't/don't/ do this to me
Mei you - nothing.
Ni ting dong ma - Can you understand?
Ni man man kan - take your time.
Wo yao zou le - I want to leave. Zai jian - Goodbye.
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Alas, So Long!
AH! dear one, we were young so long,
It seemed that youth would never go,
For skies and trees were ever in song
And water in singing flow
In the days we never again shall know.
Alas, so long!
Ah! then was it all Spring weather?
Nay, but we were young and together.
Ah! dear one, I've been old so long,
It seems that age is loth to part,
Though days and years have never a song,
And oh! have they still the art
That warmed the pulses of heart to heart?
Alas, so long!
Ah! then was it all Spring weather?
Nay, but we were young and together.
Ah! dear one, you've been dead so long,—
How long until we meet again,
Where hours may never lose their song
Nor flowers forget the rain
In glad noonlight that never shall wane?
Alas, so long!
Ah! shall it be then Spring weather,
And ah! shall we be young together?
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Forgive Me Brother
Forgive me brother
For I do not cry upon the world’s shoulders
I do not mourn upon thy death
I do not seek sympathy from those unknown
But I expect your memory to maintain and withhold
In the world’s structure when I grow old.
As time may go
And age may sweep upon me
I shan’t forget your face
nor the memories which were brought
As time increased and paths were led
I shan’t forget the pain and tears which I shed
Behind this face lies the truth
Of all which was to be said and all which is still within
My heart break shall stay inside me
Forgive me brother
If I do not visit your graveside
If I do not pledge my grief
By the growing grass
Near your stone or side
If I do not claim my love
Forgive me brother
For I am hiding
Form the world
Which seems
So in pure
But which once seemed
Clear and defiant
When you walked in a room.
Forgive me brother
I am unclear
Unsure
Of where this world is leading me
Promise you will guide me
I shan’t forget thee.
poem by Ruth Rayment
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How Long Will Be Too Long
Words: michael w. smith and wayne kirkpatrick
Music: michael w. smith
(tell me) how long will we grovel at the feet of wealth and power
(tell me) how long will we bow down to that golden calf
How long will be too long
(tell me) how long will we curtsy to the whims of new religion
How long will we water down the truth
til truth is no more
How long will be too long
Chorus:
The power of faith and love
Can change the stuff were made of
But still we wait
(tell me) how long will be too long
(tell me) how long will we drink from the chalice of indifference
Neither be hot or be cold
Can a sober soul know
How long will be too long
Chorus:
Is there not more to us
Than cursed dust to dust
I feel my hope fading
How long will be too long
How long will be too long
(tell me) how long will we travel from the ways that God intended
Wont it all tumble down if his holy wrath comes
How long will be too long
Chorus:
The power of faith and love
Can change the stuff were made of
When will it be too late
How long will be too long
How long will be too long
How long will be too long
song performed by by Michael W. Smith
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Farewell to Barn and Stack and Tree
"Farewell to barn and stack and tree,
Farewell to Severn shore.
Terence, look your last at me,
For I come home no more.
"The sun burns on the half-mown hill,
By now the blood is dried;
And Maurice amongst the hay lies still
And my knife is in his side.
"My mother thinks us long away;
'Tis time the field were mown.
She had two sons at rising day,
To-night she'll be alone.
"And here's a bloody hand to shake,
And oh, man, here's good-bye;
We'll sweat no more on scythe and rake,
My bloody hands and I.
"I wish you strength to bring you pride,
And a love to keep you clean,
And I wish you luck, come Lammastide,
At racing on the green.
"Long for me the rick will wait,
And long will wait the fold,
And long will stand the empty plate,
And dinner will be cold."
poem by Alfred Edward Housman
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With Arms Wide Open
My mind, rife with moments yet to be;
Your absence, I shan't allow to get to me;
My heart, it's lacking again, after a brief respite
From the vigil it has pulled for my beloved, despite
The miles betwixt and with time itself not allaying
Any dolor I may have-though, its needs I am obeying!
My eyes have seen a glory, so now I know it's real;
My soul's capture is complete, it's reality I can feel;
My arms long to nestle thee-I, remiss, for not
Making allowance of your desire, to have-I ought!
WIth arms wide open, I welcome your return;
All the love you need have, sikerly, I shall earn;
Our future shall be written, upon the shoulders of ardor-
This is but the natural order, with which we shan't barter!
Maurice Harris,15 March 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
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If You Love Someone
I learned from another, to let go of fear-
Heretofore, I shall endeavor to make my emotions clear;
If you love someone, show them, unequivocally-
When you love someone, tell them, fastidiously!
Should I sit idly by and allow this glory to fade,
Lest I believe another may be waylaid?
No! Your heart is quite adept at love, use it well-
Now I know I shan't fall victim to regret's retell!
I love someone, and I shared with her, the same-
I have no means by which to extinguish this flame!
I must do as my heart compels, I am merely a vessel-
I shan't query my decision, nor, its method, wrestle!
I now know that my beloved has no doubt;
How is this? Because, I cast it all out!
Maurice Harris,7 March 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
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Climbing West Of Lotus Flower Peak
Amongst the grandeur of Hua Shan
I climb to the Flower Peak,
and fancy I see fairies and immortals
carrying lotus in their
sacred white hands, robes flowing
they fly filling the sky with colour
as they rise to the palace of heaven,
inviting me to go to the cloud stage
and see Wei Shu-ching, guardian angel
of Hua Shan; so dreamily I go with them
riding to the sky on the back
of wild geese which call as they fly,
but when we look below at Loyang,
not so clear because of the mist,
everywhere could be seen looting
armies, which took Loyang, creating
chaos and madness with blood
flowing everywhere; like animals of prey
rebel army men made into officials
with caps and robes to match.
Maybe I'm A Beggar
I ain't got too much money, I ain't got too much sins
Long ago I had a dream but that's no recompense
My father was a blind man, my brother was a fool
My mother told me "God is love"
But hatred makes the rules
Teach me to fly
So I shan't drag my feet in the sand
Give me the sky
I would take the whole world in my hand
World, don't you tell me
I cannot last forever
Before you know I'll come and go
And make you if I can
Maybe I'm a beggar, just check your sympathy
They throw away their gentle love
And keep their pain for me
Can we be free, in a world where to love is to own?
Well when will we see, that a man must face life all alone?
Maybe I'm a beggar, just check your sympathy
They throw away their gentle love
and keep their pain for me
Teach me to fly
So I shan't drag my feet in the sand
Give me the sky
I would take the whole world in my hand
Can we be free, in a world where to love is to own?
Well when will we see, that a man must face life all alone?
Submitted by Michael Hack
song performed by by Supertramp
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A Famous Dog Story
The story I am about to tell you it well may be true
For the one who told it to me for to give him his due
Is one who does not make up stories nor neither is he
One prone to imagine it would seem to me.
We were swapping dog stories myself and old Lew
Of dogs we heard tell of and dogs that we knew
Of dogs who are honoured in story and rhyme
The history of their greatness has lived on in time.
But the best dog story he told me was one I heard before
When I was a young school-boy going back five decades or more
The greatest dog story that he can recall
Perhaps is the greatest dog story of all.
A story from early Spring the weather was cold
The red shorthorn calf had strayed from her mother a young five days old
In the field by the farm-yard the cow bellowed around
But her calf did not reply and was not to be found.
The farmer searched for her with Shep his brown cattle dog
But no trace of the calf in the field by the bog
He then thought the calf may have strayed and in a bog hole drown
Still no trace of the young heifer though the bog he searched up and down.
But in the gray dawning of the very next day
Old Shep the brown dog to the yard made his way
With the red heifer calf suckling on the end of his tail
That the clever dog had dipped into a full milk pail.
The mother cow was delighted her calf she did lick
And none more relieved than the old farmer Mick
As he patted his dog you're a hero he did say
This a famous dog story that lives on today.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Here Comes Your Man
Outside theres a box car waiting
Outside the family stew
Out by the fire breathing
Outside we wait til face turns blue
I know the nervous walking
I know the dirty beard hangs
Out by the box car waiting
Take me away to nowhere plains
There is a wait so long
Here comes your man
Big shake on the box car moving
Big shake to the land thats falling down
Is a wind makes a palm stop blowing
A big, big stone fall and break my crown
There is a wait so long
Youll never wait so long
Here comes your man
There is a wait so long
Youll never wait so long
Here comes your man
song performed by by Pixies
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Waterway Crossing
The river flowed
Serenely at first
Then turbulently
Before finally drying up
Still, his effervescence,
Not his evanescence
Is what wells up in my memory
For his waters, running,
Unleashed a dam in my soul
That the words stuck within
Now rush forth unrelenting
A whole decade's worth of words
I never knew how to speak before
So I am grateful to the river
For tapping gently at my core
Yet sadder all the same
To realize, that beautiful river far away
Had to stop flowing
Before the one inside of me
Could start pouring out at will
Nevertheless, my river shall go on
It shan't be kept silent
It shan't be quieted by sorrow
Perhaps one day it'll flow,
As all rivers eventually do,
Straight into the great big ocean
Where the first river had gone on to
And when our waters meet
He would not know me
He would not realize his feat
He would not greet me like a sister
And even so, the crossing would be sweet
poem by Donna Dolorical
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Changes
Seasons may change, we stay the same.
We always stay the same.
We always stay the same.
Winter brings snow, when no, no flowers grow.
They wait for the spring.
Yes, they wait til the spring.
In the spring, young men grow.
til theyre old enough to know,
Better.
Better.
Leaves have turned green, now spring has been
And gone
Summers here.
The autumn trees swing to and fro.
Their leaves turn brown,
Now young men know
Better.
Better.
[just let me listen to that.]
Evryone one feels good
And I knew they would.
Its been quite a good year.
Its been quite a good year.
Its been quite a good year.
song performed by by Monkees
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Tickity Tick Tock
can't sleep.
don't sleep.
won't sleep.
shan't sleep.
never sleep.
never sleep.
never sleep.
tick tock
tick tock
tickity tick
tock
tock
tock
the little hand drills a hole into my tired mind.
can't
tick
don't
tock
won't
tick
shan't
tock
never
tick
nev er
tock
never sleep
the clock keeps ticking
as my mind struggles to keep up
too many ticks.
too many tocks.
the clock's too loud
it echos through the silent night
too many thoughts
all at once
i need them on paper
scribble
tick
scribble
tock
that fucking clock
it never fucking stops
i cant fucking sleep.
a dog barks
tick
a car screeches
tock
a horse neighs...what?
i can't be that tired
i can't be hallucinating
i
can't
sleep.
don't sleep.
won't sleep.
shan't sleep.
never sleep.
i need a digital clock
What We See As...
What we see as nouns
are verbs to God…
see the water in this glass –
clear and still;
taste the water in this glass –
its sweet taste with no taste..
watch the Spring rain;
smell the earth give thanks
see the washing blowing on the line
smelling happy to be clean
see the mighty river, fierce
to reach the sea
watch the evening sea-fog roll in over the bay;
see the city washed afresh in the morning sun;
look up to the glorious theatre of clouds,
obeying water’s laws for all to watch;
know what mercy is; how it descends – appears,
as the gentle rain from heaven within;
what we see as nouns
are verbs to God
poem by Michael Shepherd
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