The White Island:or Place Of The Blest
In this world, the Isle of Dreams,
While we sit by sorrow's streams,
Tears and terrors are our themes,
Reciting:
But when once from hence we fly,
More and more approaching nigh
Unto young eternity,
Uniting
In that whiter Island, where
Things are evermore sincere:
Candour here, and lustre there,
Delighting:--
There no monstrous fancies shall
Out of hell an horror call,
To create, or cause at all
Affrighting.
There, in calm and cooling sleep,
We our eyes shall never steep,
But eternal watch shall keep,
Attending
Pleasures such as shall pursue
Me immortalized, and you;
And fresh joys, as never too
Have ending.
poem by Robert Herrick
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No Dreams
What would we do if we had no dreams?
No themes, no streams, no things to play
With; Darkness all and all around.
No colourful thoughts, no shining streams,
No happy hours, those bright and gay;
No listening to the cheerful sound.
Of flowers showing their natural themes,
Of water falling in to stay;
Towards nothingness, we are bound.
To lose these lively things; it seems
Is the thing to do in this young day;
In filth of veracity, we are drowned.
What would we do if we had no dreams?
No themes, no streams, no things to play
With; Darkness all and all around.
poem by Osama Waqar
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My Lullaby (Song)
Close your eyes
Go to sleep.
Find your soul
In arms I'll keep
Dream you Little dark Dream
In your eyes
There's a glow
See your dreams
Now you know
Dream you Little dark Dreams
See your dreams
Come alive
Watch them dance
Through your eyes
Dream you Little dark Dreams
Coming now into eternal
Slumber, Sleep your Life's infernal
Lies called dreams within our sorrow
Never waking for tomorrow
Bow your head
Lay on down
Wipe your tears
Do not frown
Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream
Dream you Little dark Dreams
Tonight.
poem by Sans Serif
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Dedicated to ppl who dont sleep
Sleep, sleep, sleep
It’s magnificent and nice,
With dreams beyond wonder,
Sleep! sleep! sleep!
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Eyes tightly closed,
A little smile on you r cheeks,
Feeling the ambiance
Of the pure and precious sleep,
Sleep! sleep! sleep!
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Forgetting insane things of the mixed world outside
Relax my dear, feel the gentle breeze,
Do not worry about tomorrow, do not weep,
Wake up fresh in the morning with a recuperate mind,
Fresh and blessed with a wonderful sleep,
SLEEP, SLEEP, SLEEP!
poem by Tejaswini Iyer
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Sleep! Sleep! Sleep!
SLEEP
Sleep, sleep, sleep
It’s magnificent and nice,
With dreams beyond wonder,
Sleep! sleep! sleep!
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Eyes tightly closed,
A little smile on you r cheeks,
Feeling the warm sensations
Of the pure and precious sleep,
Sleep! sleep! sleep!
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Forgetting insane things of the mixed world outside
Relax my little one, feel the gentle breeze,
Do not worry about tomorrow, do not weep,
Wake up fresh in the morn with a recuperated mind,
Fresh and blessed with a wonderful sleep,
SLEEP, SLEEP, SLEEP!
JERINE JAMES (3RD JULY 07)
poem by Jerine James
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Mr Sandman Lullaby
Go to sleep my child
and when you close your eyes,
Mr Sandman will call
while your sleepy head
heads for the field of your dreams
under a never-ending sun.
There you will play
the whole night through.
Go to sleep my child
and when you close your eyes,
Mr Sandman will call.
Once again, you will chase butterflies
across the field of your dreams,
laugh and sing
and no crying among your tears.
Just go to sleep my child
and when you close your eyes,
Mr Sandman will call.
A new day awaits you
on the other side of your dreams
as bight and sunny
as you want it to be.
Now hushaby, hushaby
and close those sleepy eyes.
6 September 2009
poem by David Harris
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The Golden Island: Arran From Ayr
DEEP set in distant seas it lies;
The morning vapors float and fall,
The noonday clouds above it rise,
Then drop as white as virgin's pall.
And sometimes, when that shroud uplifts,
The far green fields show strange and fair;
Mute waterfalls in sliver rifts
Sparkle adown the hillside bare.
But ah! mists gather, more and more;
And though the blue sky has no tears,
And the sea laughs with light all o'er,--
The lovely Island disappears.
O vanished Island of the blest!
O dream of all things pure and high!
Hid in deep seas, as faithful breast
Hides loves that have but seemed to die,--
Whether on seas dividing tossed,
Or led through fertile lands the while,
Better lose all things than have lost
The memory of the morning Isle!
For lo! when gloaming shadows glide,
And all is calm in earth and air,
Above the heaving of the tide
The lonely Island rises fair;
Its purple peaks shine, outlined grand
And clear, as noble lives nigh done;
While stretches bright from land to land
The broad sea-pathway to the sun.
He wraps it in his glory's blaze,
He stoops to kiss its forehead cold;
And, all transfigured by his rays,
It gleams--an Isle of molten gold.
The sun may set, the shades descend,
Earth sleep--and yet while sleeping smile;
But it will live unto life's end--
That vision of the Golden Isle.
poem by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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Dustmites
Within uniting in darkness we do.
In restful sleep that captures dreams.
Implants of an awakened 'world'.
To manifest a consciousness...
With choices made that come true,
It seems.
Within uniting in darkness we do.
Traveling unrestricted,
As limitations known are lifted.
And this 'energized' ray...
We see at night and call a star,
Merges all souls together in slumber...
Inside this cosmic feasting 'bazaar'.
Captured until our needs disappear.
Aliens too of this universe we are!
Illegal we are not!
In this vast blackness...
Where we are dropped.
On a tiny speck of dust.
Spinning without a stop!
Within uniting in darkness we do.
In restful sleep that captures dreams.
Implants of an awakened 'world'.
To manifest a consciousness...
With choices made that come true,
It seems.
Living to survive,
As dustmites on a piece
Of twirling fragile string!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Artist Dreaming
Close your eyes baby
Off to sleep.
Find your soul
In God’s arms to keep
Dream your dreams
In your eyes
There's a glow
See your dreams
Live your Dreams
Now you know
See them come alive
Watch them dance
Through your eyes
Dream your Dreams
Coming now into focus
Dream your dream of art
Dreams with passion to create
Never waking from its light
Lift your head
Never lay it down
Create your dreams
Paint it, live it, embrace it
Dream what you are
Dream it true
Tonight the dreams are all for you
poem by Jara Son of Ahaz
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In the Morning of Life
In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown,
And its pleasures in all their new lustre begin,
When we live in a bright-beaming world of our own,
And the light that surrounds us is all from within;
Oh 'tis not, believe me, in that happy time
We can love, as in hours of less transport we may; --
Of our smiles, of our hopes, 'tis the gay sunny prime,
But affection is truest when these fade away.
When we see the first glory of youth pass us by,
Like a leaf on the stream that will never return,
When our cup, which had sparkled with pleasure so high,
First tastes of the other, the dark-flowing urn;
Then, then in the time when affection holds sway
With a depth and a tenderness joy never knew;
Love, nursed among pleasures, is faithless as they,
But the love born of Sorrow, like Sorrow, is true.
In climes full of sunshine, though splendid the flowers,
Their sighs have no freshness, their odour no worth;
'Tis the cloud and the mist of our own Isle of showers
That call the rich spirit of fragrancy forth.
So it is not 'mid splendour, prosperity, mirth,
That the depth of Love's generous spirit appears;
To the sunshine of smiles it may first owe its birth,
But the soul of its sweetness is drawn out by tears.
poem by Thomas Moore
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Sorrow's Bane
Love is the one thing
That keeps our spirits whole
When Sorrow comes a knocking
With hurts that touch our soul
When our world falls around us
Darkness fills our dreams
It’s love that lifts our spirits
Bridging Sorrow's streams
Love calls us from the brink
Of being swallowed by the stream
Dispels depression
And warms us in it’s gleam
Love helps us through the horror
Of love lost or led astray
Through mans trespass
Or angels spirit them away
Love comes to give us comfort
And wipe away the tears
Love will shield our spirits
When Sorrow's shadow nears
Love’s light whisper
Will stifle Sorrow's gain
In life’s losses
Love is Sorrow’s bane
poem by Ed_ Schmidt
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The River Of Sleep
There are curious isles in the River of Sleep,
Curious isles without number.
We'll visit them all as we leisurely creep
Down the winding stream whose current is deep,
In our beautiful barge of Slumber.
The very first isle in this wonderful stream
Quite close to the shore is lying,
And after a supper of cakes and cream
We come to the Night-Mare-Isle with a scream,
And hurry away from it crying.
And next is the Island-of-Lullaby,
And every one there rejoices.
The winds are only a perfumed sigh,
And the birds that sing in the treetops try
To imitate Mothers' voices.
A little beyond is the Isle-of-Dreams;
Oh, that is the place to be straying.
Everything there is just as it seems;
Dolls are real and sunshine gleams,
And no one calls us from playing.
And then we come to the drollest isle,
And the funniest sounds come pouring
Down from its borderlands once in a while,
And we lean o'er our barge and listen and smile;
For that is the Isle-of-Snoring.
And the very last isle in the River of Sleep
Is the sunshiny Isle-of-Waking.
We see it first with our eyes a-peep,
And we give a yawn-then away we leap,
The barge of Slumber forsaking.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Sweet Dreams
Sweet dreams are made of many things
The different thoughts that we constantly think
The very things that that lie in our fantasies
And create a thought that's tenaciously sweet
That we savor so much while soundly asleep
Things that can only happen in dreams
My sweet dreams are made of you
The perfect moments and the perfect gloom
The perfect place and the perfect dream
But whatever could be more perfect than you?
Is only what I can conjure in my sleep
Life is a reality and dreams are the opposite
It's the time we find peace from every worry
It's a place where every story has a happy ending
It's a place where every person has a chance to be happy
It's a place where you and I have a happy ending
A cradle song before we sleep
And escape the grimes of reality
And the things that keep you away from me
Life is a reality and dreams are the opposite
Dreams are the sweetest and life is life
In my dreams you and I are happy
But in reality... life is life.
Sweet dreams are made of many things
And mine are made of you
poem by Hafeni Nghidinua
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Iron Will
Dark cloud
garthering from a
magnified thought
Dreams weathering into grimy sky
The world smoking out of smoking pipes
The guiter of sorrow pierced into grieving ears
Pains uniting souls
in school of pain
Now
Sorrow in favor of solace
many tongues yet to grow
Meanings mean no meaning
yet meant to mean
Perhaps
tears of heaven
will nurture earth
Perhaps
liberty still
grows at mounting tops
Else
Will
weaved with will of wills
into the wheel of wills
will ride into
eternity with
flamables and kindler
Perhaps
rose will grow from pool of blood
poem by Abdullah Musa
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Sorrow And Joys
Bury thy sorrows, and they shall rise
As souls to the immortal skies,
And there look down like mothers' eyes.
But let thy joys be fresh as flowers,
That suck the honey of the showers,
And bloom alike on huts and towers.
So shall thy days be sweet and bright;
Solemn and sweet thy starry night,
Conscious of love each change of light.
The stars will watch the flowers asleep,
The flowers will feel the soft stars weep,
And both will mix sensations deep.
With these below, with those above,
Sits evermore the brooding dove,
Uniting both in bonds of love.
For both by nature are akin;
Sorrow, the ashen fruit of sin,
And joy, the juice of life within.
Children of earth are these; and those
The spirits of divine repose -
Death radiant o'er all human woes.
O, think what then had been thy doom,
If homeless and without a tomb
They had been left to haunt the gloom!
O, think again what now they are -
Motherly love, tho' dim and far,
Imaged in every lustrous star.
For they, in their salvation, know
No vestige of their former woe,
While thro' them all the heavens do flow.
Thus art thou wedded to the skies,
And watched by ever-loving eyes,
And warned by yearning sympathies.
poem by George Meredith
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In Darkness
I will be still;
The terror drawing nigh
Shall startle from my lips no coward cry;
Nay, though the night my deadliest dread fulfill,
I will be still.
For, oh! I know,
Though suffering hours delay,
Yet to Eternity they pass away,
Carrying something onward as they flow,
Outlasting woe!
Yes, something won;
The harvest of our tears,—
Something unfading, plucked from fading years;
Something to blossom on beyond the sun,
From Sorrow won.
The agony
So hopeless now of balm
Shall sleep at last, in light as pure and calm
As that wherewith the stars look down on thee,
Gethsemane.
poem by Florence Earle Coates from Poems (1898)
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So Many Just Don’t Know
So many people just don’t know, when they die, where they will go.
For there is a Heaven up ahead, and there is a hell below to dread.
So many people just aren’t sure, where they’ll spend for evermore.
But there’s no need for us to fear, for the Word of God is very clear.
It is not something to be ignored, for all men will soon see The Lord.
All men will see Judgment my friend, when this life comes to an end.
Open The Word and you will see, there’s much to read on Eternity.
Some may even be surprised, if they would only open up their eyes.
There is indeed a Hell to shun, eternal darkness that’s far from fun,
It’s not the place of one’s desire, but a bottomless pit of eternal fire.
There is indeed Heaven to gain, God’s time ahead of eternal reign,
Where we will reign from Paradise, in the presence of Jesus Christ.
Some will be judged for their life, on how they lived for Jesus Christ,
Others shall be judged for unbelief, and for them there’ll be no relief.
To outer darkness they’ll be consigned, away from Christ for all time.
But by God’s amazing Grace, for all believers He’s prepared a place.
Many will go where they go, simply because they chose not to know,
Instead choosing to believe a lie; nothing happens to us when we die.
Whether or not they want to believe, the Truth of Eternity all shall see.
But much too late to choose to know, where in eternity they would go.
Horror Race
As the dusk gave way to dawn
I was trekking on my way home and I saw
a lifeless body with flies hovering over it
The vacant eyes told a story
A story of horror and inhumanity,
The body would be there for days
On the Lagos Streets
Here I am in London
Watching the same horror race,
Teenagers totting guns
Felling young men under hails of bullets
In a horror race,
Rain of tears fall from my eyes
As I watch parents burying an eleven-year old
Killed before he understood the world
In this horror race
Mankind hides under religion,
He hides under all sorts of pretences
To commit atrocities
From Lagos to London to Kabul to Baghdad,
Mankind needs redemption from this horror race
poem by Martin Ayanbare Ayankola
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World Ending
World ending
Plants
Animals
People
Sufferin g
World ending
Death
Erosion
Fire
Over populating
World ending
Global warming
Planet dieing
Lakes evaporating
Buildings collapsing
World ending
Forests burning
People killing
Ice melting
Cities growing
World ending
People shaking
Paranoia
Insane asylum
Wrong diagnosis
World ending
Lost souls
Haunted houses
People screaming
Eyes closed
IF YOU OPEN YOUR EYES NOW
YOU CAN WATCH THE WORLD END….
poem by Alicia Boyke
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From Here To Eternity
She fell in love with his geasy machine
She leaned over wiped his kickstart clean
Shed never seen the beast before
But she left there wanting more more more
When she was walking on down the road
She heard a sound that made her heart explode
He wispered to her to get on the back
Ill take you on a ride form here to eternity
Hell aint a bad place
Hell is from here to eternity
Hell aint a bad place
Hell is from here to eternity
She must be having one of her crazy dreams
She never sat on a piece so mean
It made her feel like she on cloud nine
She even thought she heard the engine sigh
But like all dreams that come to an end
They took a tumble at the devils bend
The beast and charlotte they were two of a kind
Theyd always take the line from here to eternity
Hell aint a bad place
Hell is from here to eternity
Hell aint a bad place
Hell is from here to eternity
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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A Girl In Hell
A girl was bathing in hell
Said she wanted me dead
So I could be with her in hell
The words she had said
Kept reverberating in my head
Give in to lust, she had said
Let not your world be lost
For Heaven knows we'll soon be dust
And your world will all be gone.
What could it all mean?
This girl I see in my dreams
And yet I do not know
I have wondered to a world unknown
This imagination in my mind have I create
I drowse and I slumber yet I do not sleep
Is this another fantasy of my dream?
She had come and gone with my love
Those hurtful moment I felt I could cry
I could find no tears, I only heaved a sigh
I want to be righteous, I want to fly with Christ
But this girl keeps bringing me back to my vice.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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