Behind the Bronze Door
When we were negative three or four
we'd play back behind the heavy bronze door
in white linen dresses and silver shoes
our eyes swirled infinity in blue-green hues
Sunbeams shot out through our skin
while harp and lute softened the din
and there was no such thing as pain
and dreams stayed watered by invisible rain
You'd lead me by your slender hand
to the lake of life with it's daffodil sand
saying 'Stay awhile and if you please,
we'll share ladyfingers and cucumber tea'
Then down to the water with me in tow
to the middle of the lake we'd row and row
where imaginary things chased our innocence
through thick green fog and wispy mists
And frightened I would want to leave
tugging at your pure white linen sleeve
to abandon fate as worry and fear
made me think that 'they' were drawing near
But you would never row away
and by the close of the foray
you'd wrapped them in your wings of love
descending on them like a holy dove
Then soon our make believe would cease
they'd surrender to us in placid peace
And we'd make them our friends forevermore
And we'd all live ever happy
back behind the bronze door
poem by Sara Fielder
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Stay
Verse 1:
Don't you make me cry baby don't you ever leave me
Losin' you tonight takes me from heaven to hell
Dying is the final farewell
Even if you tried your heart never could deceive me
It will hurt my soul if you keep tellin' me lies
Love is more than tears in my eyes
Touch my hand let us do it all again
Hold me tight when I feel abused
Baby stay with me let the fire burn tonight
Touch my skin lovin' you is not a sin
Baby I've got more than dreams to lose
Don't you go away baby don't you blow out the light
Chorus:
Oh baby please stay
Don't close the door forever
Stay
We will share the dream(s) together
Stay
Baby if you leave me I will never ever
Take you back again
Verse 2:
She is on your mind I can see it in your blue eyes
Baby I'm so sure she's only waiting for you
Tell me what you want me to do
I'll do what you want don't you keep on telling new lies
I just wanna know if she has taken control
Baby don't you love me at all
Touch my hand let me feel it all again
Let me know you are mine to choose
Cos I want you so - baby I don't wanna fight
Touch my skin lovin' you is not a sin
Baby I've got more than dreams to lose
Don't you go away baby don't you blow out the light
Chorus:
Oh baby please stay
Don't close the door forever
Stay
We will share the dream(s) together
Stay
Baby if you leave me I will never ever
Take you back again
Bridge:
Stay, Stay, Stay
If you leave me I will never ever
Take you back again
Instrumental Solo
Chorus:
Oh baby please stay
Don't close the door forever
Stay
We will share the dream(s) together
Stay
Baby if you leave me I will never ever
Take you back again
Chorus:
Oh baby please stay
Don't close the door forever
Stay
We will share the dream(s) together
Stay
Baby if you leave me I will never ever
Take you back again
song performed by by Vanilla Ninja
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Can I Dry Clean?
washing the clean linen in dirty water,
makes the clothes to be dirty and colored,
white clothe will invite the color of contrast,
color of the water that it is dipped into.
When we think of the ills and manipulate with evils,
the souls that are born white, will be colored,
when we wash the evil thoughts in evil solutions,
our souls will be soiled, colored and in illusion.
believing the color that we possess is the brightest,
If it is the brightest of white, as white is pure,
then it is all right, even if we are in other colors,
don't worry, it can be bleached to white.
White and black are two extreme colors,
with extreme characters and properties,
when the white reflects everything as good actions,
the black absorbs everything as the mother nature.
Between these two colors,
there are thousands of colors,
blending of seven colors of rain bow,
where we live and be happy and sorrow.
Washing the clean linen of any color,
in the water of dirt and sediment,
will make the linen dirty and soiled,
Where shall we find the clean water,
to wash our dirty souls of multiple colors?
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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White Flag
I know you think that I shouldn't still love you
Or tell you that
But if I didn't say it
Well, I'd still have felt it
Where's the sense in that?
I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were but
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
I know I left too much mess
And destruction to come back again
And I caused nothing but trouble
I understand if you can't talk to me again
And if you live by the rules of "It's over"
Then I'm sure that that makes sense
But I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
And when we meet
Which I'm sure we will
all that was there
Will be there still
I'll let it pass
And hold my tongue
And you will think
That I've moved on
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
song performed by by Dido
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Lake Eliza
THE SAND was heavy on our feet,
A Christmas sky was o’er us,
And half a mile through dust and heat
Lake ’Liza lay before us.
‘You’ll have a long and heavy tramp’—
So said the last adviser—
‘You can’t do better than to camp
To-night at Lake Eliza.’
We quite forgot our aching shanks,
A cheerful spirit caught us;
We thought of green and shady banks,
We thought of pleasant waters.
’Neath sky as niggard of its rain
As of his gold the miser,
By mulga scrub and lignum plain
We’d tramp’d to Lake Eliza.
A patch to grey discoloured sand,
A fringe of tufty grasses,
A lonely pub in mulga scrub
Is all the stranger passes.
He’d pass the Lake a dozen times
And yet be none the wiser;
I hope that I shall never be
As dry as Lake Eliza.
No patch of green or water seen
To cheer the weary plodder;
The grass is tough as fencing-wire,
And just as good for fodder.
And when I see it mentioned in
Some local ADVERTISER,
’Twill make me laugh, or make me grin—
The name of ‘Lake Eliza.’
poem by Henry Lawson
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Why You Doing This To Me? ?
Didn't I say I love you, didn't I?
Yes, You did, you did.
Then tell me why, how this happened
What I did wrong, tell me why!
Can't we just go on peace
and forget this dreadful dream?
Won't you say why you hate me, won't you?
No, I won't, I won't.
parley! !
It's no fair, I am here.
Didn't you say you like me, didn't you?
No, I didn't, I didn't.
Then please just say the word I will leave
say it, please say it.
don't slay me for this long
don't, please don't! .
I can't imagine anything!
did I say I love you, did I?
I know, yes I know you got many problems!
who doesn't have in this spiteful world!
ignoring a problem won't make it vanish
is banishing me without reason a solution?
No I won't do it, I won't, so please don't! ! !
let it eat my flesh as a bait!
how much of it is my fate?
how much of it depends on the choices I make?
how much do I have to regret for that I have made?
could I go back and change it! ? could I?
you see your face in the mirror?
how much of it will be different?
how much of it would be original?
how could you say it?
how could you say if you close your eyes?
say to stay back I will pay
I was not on a side to sway
I have got nothing to leave away
but got something, the same thing
which I had before.
I am sorry, this is the undefined moment
so I will let myself to go off.
it is such a crap to alter the things
which were laid on the lava.
but it isn't as I got nothing to feel it.
I want to talk to you,
could you come down please!
I am not gonna eat you,
I just want to talk to you! !
I promise I won't do it again,
again if then I am sick
leave for the rest.
leave for the rest in the resolution
to find not the solution but
the peace for you.
It's quite sure it could change the life
either way it is! !
so lets not worry
as it is pure, and it's sure
and it is inevitable.
come back
no, you non sense
please comeback
these are the things which would be best if you leave alone
yes it is, but it would still be there
it would be still there! !
what should I do, please say, please say...
what should I do? ? ? ?
please say, please say....
why you doing this to me, please say, please say...
why? ?
why? ?
poem by P. Ashok Kumar
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In His House Of Standard Things
to make perhaps an impression of what is beautiful
he lets me in his house
he gives me some drinks and he begins to tell me
what indeed is beautiful
he chooses his colors
mostly green with whites embedded like pearls
on blue green seaweeds under a deep blue sea
he chooses the shapes that fit
mostly spherical and embossed
he likes static things like sculptures of the
busts of great men that he adores
light is not as bright as he wants it to be
more of dusks and twilights
for he does need not so much light to make his life visible
he likes the touch of silk and threads
he adores the gentleness of the wind
exquisitely plucked from a dawning breeze
and then after i have seen them all
he asks me to leave
it is a matter of simply having me in
for a showroom
a lecture on what is beautiful
how i wish to be back in that house again
green and white and shades of these two colors
but it is over
and the house has since been flown to the sky
and its doors and windows closed
and the door bell
had since been concealed with a thick wall
and the gate is locked with steel bars
well, for wherever he is
and whether his house was real or not
let me say, (and that i really forgot)
thank you sir
tomorrow, i will build a house of my own
but it will not be green and white
i will choose the pastel orange side of things like the sunset of my life
and some reds and pinks for the love of my life
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Leave Thee for Awhile
I leave thee for awhile, my love, I leave thee with a sigh;
The fountain spring within my soul is playing in mine eye;
I do not blush to own the tear,--let, let it touch my cheek,
And what my lip has failed to tell, that drop perchance may speak.
Mavourneen! when again I seek my green isle in the West,
Oh, promise thou wilt share my lot, and set this heart at rest.
I leave thee for awhile, my love; but every hour will be
Uncheered and lonely till the one that brings me back to thee.
I go to make my riches more; but where is man to find
A vein of gold so rich and pure as that I leave behind?
Mavourneen! though my home might be the fairest earth possessed,
Till thou wouldst share and make it warm, this heart would know no rest.
I leave thee for awhile, my love; my cheek is cold and white,
But ah, I see a promise stand within thy glance of light;
When next I seek old, Erin's shore, thy step will bless it too,
And then the grass will seem more green, the sky will have more blue.
Mavourneen! first and dearest loved, there's sunshine in my breast,
For thou wilt share my future lot, and set this heart at rest.
poem by Eliza Cook
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Back To Normal
i will be back to normal,
they keep on saying that
those in white
and green uniforms surrounding
me in this state
of being worn out
like a blown
tire.
(must have been abnormal
for the past years,
how could i not notice that
on my twisted tongue
my boxed face and
languid hands,
whorled bones like
a prison door,)
yes, i tell them
i will be back to normal,
to a place
where i will not
be thinking much
about a birthplace
a mole in the sea
a moon on placid lake
unmoving
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Patience
It's like a conversation, where no-one stops to breathe
Is it my imagination, or did God already leave the table?
Such destruction, and pure white castles in the sand
No time for introduction
With all that money changing hands
And the satellite says, Take a look at all we have
But the old man says,
You want my family, for your libertyI can't do that.
Look into the eyes of any patient man
Whether they be amber, green or blue,
There's a piece of God staring back at you
But they see our children, and the old folk fend for themselves
They see our broken women
On imaginary shelves
But the satellite says, Won't you people look at all we have?
Don't you want it?
Can't you see the things that you lack?
Children in his arms, he turns his back.
song performed by by George Michael
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The rain and the lake
And the lake asked the rain,
Why do you overwhelm with your love over and over again?
The rain broke for a while for a thought,
and came back with more showers as the eternal play of love.
Rain said I came from distant land and oceans to meet you,
Lake said I have been waiting forever for you.
Rain said I am the true lover, I dissipate and merge in you,
Lake said Thank you rain, I am the reservoir of love,
I keep your love and share it with others who want it.
Rain said I am glorious, come with thundering dark to fluffy soothing clouds,
I provide the world with the nectar of life,
Lake said I am still and adore the beautiful mountain and blue skies,
I provide heaven to all forms of aquatic lives.
Rain said even when I am breaking away, I bring the beautiful rainbow,
I provide a bridge from land to heavens for thoughts to ponder,
Lake said I have overcome the emotions of joyful sunny days and dark gloomy nights,
I only feel happy when I am desired by somebody.
poem by Jay P Narain
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Bronze Trumpets and Sea Water - On Turning Latin into English
Alembics turn to stranger things
Strange things, but never while we live
Shall magic turn this bronze that sings
To singing water in a sieve.
The trumpets of Cæsar's guard
Salute his rigorous bastions
With ordered bruit; the bronze is hard
Though there is silver in the bronze.
Our mutable tongue is like the sea,
Curled wave and shattering thunder-fit;
Dangle in strings of sand shall he
Who smoothes the ripples out of it.
poem by Elinor Morton Wylie
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Bronzes
I
The bronze General Grant riding a bronze horse in Linc-
oln Park
Shrivels in the sun by day when the motor cars whirr
by in long processions going somewhere to keep ap-
pointment for dinner and matineés and buying and
selling
Though in the dusk and nightfall when high waves are
piling
On the slabs of the promenade along the lake shore near
by
I have seen the general dare the combers come closer
And make to ride his bronze horse out into the hoofs
and guns of the storm.
II
I cross Lincoln Park on a winter night when the snow
is falling.
Lincoln in bronze stands among the white lines of snow,
his bronze forehead meeting soft echoes of the new-
sies crying forty thousand men are dead along the
Yser, his bronze ears listening to the mumbled roar
of the city at his bronze feet.
A lithe Indian on a bronze pony, Shakespeare seated with
long legs in bronze, Garibaldi in a bronze cape, they
hold places in the cold, lonely snow to-night on their
pedestals and so they will hold them past midnight
and into the dawn.
poem by Carl Sandburg
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Mont Choisy
When she looks at me my heart it aches,
When she looks away my heart it breaks,
Your eyes green like the emerald sea,
Give me your all and it will be alright,
And we will make it into the Light!
Your heart is fine,
It will be mine,
I feel your love,
Descending like a Dove,
From mountains green I hear your call,
To valleys deep you make me crawl,
Your smile it melts my icy heart,
Darlin' please be mine tonight,
And we will make it into the Light!
Mauritian beaches set our love in their sand,
When I feel weak, your love makes me a man,
Honey please make me whole,
In your eyes I see the stars shine bright,
At last I see us in the Light!
Your heart is fine,
It will be mine,
I feel your love,
Descending like a Dove,
Like a Dove...
Like a Dove...
Like a Dove...
April 2012
poem by David Andre' Klopper
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Colours Of A Heartbreak
Memories in yellows and blues.
Bathe us in their soothing hues.
Tapping on windows of our mind.
Like soft rain winter leaves behind.
Those traffic lights
Within my head.
Turn amber.
Danger, heartbreak ahead.
Green meadows of promise and peace.
We closed our eyes
And souls did release,
Pure white grace
Of Turtle dove
With violet scent of brand new love.
Who sent her?
Magenta
Naked by the lake.
She returns
As my heart prepares to break.
Invisible burns
Indelible scars.
As bluest earth turns
I watch the stars.
Now I'm out of my head.
Blushing sun is setting red.
Oh darling please
Just come to bed.
Sweet spangled elation
Our last supernova.
Rainbows creation
Means someone's storm is over.
I leave such passionate verse unread.
To grieve in colour of heartbreak ahead.
poem by Kevin East
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A Victim of The Unseen Corner of Life
everyday i used to see her,
sitting on the sand,
playing with the dust of dreams..
her loneliness is growing up with her..
the other kids are playing on th field..
her eyes are following them as they run, jump and share fun..
her sad look falls down on the ground..
days went by..
none is there..
next the door..
they are still playing but she.. she.. she is.. where?
my little poor girl!
they hide her
in a tight room,
with her epilepsy,
with that monster
c
r
y
i
n
g
in silence..
12 years old
and the story of her cold
had been told
but they just said (her fate)
NO..!
it's not a fate
to live alone
in that pain...
it's not a fate
to feel nothing
except the four walls...
it's not a fate
to lose her happinness
next that door...
it's not a fate
to have none
by her side...
it's not a fate
to be frightened
in her little age...
it's not a fate
to be different
from the others
to see the future
as mirage...
It Is Not A Fate..!
it's not...!
there is a story behind
this fate;
it's their fault..
their own fault...
as once they killed her peace
before 8 dark scary years...!
poem by True Little Angel
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The Tarn Of Life
The Tarn of Life.
There many couples in the glade, the men
had shaving blades with which they cut
stripes on their women’s back, not deep
but enough for blood to trickle down and
make a pattern that spelt love.
I tried, but my blade was blunt, couldn’t
make her bleed, miserable she left me as
I was not able to let her suffer for love;
a failure in the ritual of married life and
shamed I walked away from the dell.
In a forest where trees were grey and had
lost all leaves I came upon an empty lake
and, saw at the bottom, the bleached, soft
bones of an embryo, it had blue eyes and
looked unblinkingly up at me.
It began raining, and the lake was filled
with pure, clear water, in it I bathed.
When looking up trees were green again;
by the shore my unborn daughter sat, she
smiled at me and I knew I was forgiven.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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I Wanna Be Where You Are
Can it be I stayed away too long
Did I leave your mind when I was gone
Its not my thing trying to get back
But this time let me tell you where Im at
You dont have to worry cause Im coming
Back to where I should have always stayed
And now Ive heard the maybe to your story
And its enough love for me to stay
Can it be I stayed away too long
Did I leave your mind when I was gone
Its not my thing trying to get back
But this time let me tell you where Im at
Chorus:
I wanna, wanna be where you are
Anywhere you are
I wanna, wanna be where you are
Everywhere you are
Bridge:
Please dont close the door to our future
Theres so many things we havent tried
I could love you better than I used to
And give you all the love I have inside
Chorus:
I wanna, wanna be where you are
Any, any, anywhere you are
I wanna, wanna be where you are
I gotta be where you are
song performed by by Michael Jackson
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The Last Journey Home
In a midnight dream with a pale moon overhead
I make in the air for her a white linen bed
Where her beauty can lie unspoiled and green
Like years ago when I loved her innocent teen!
Her face pales, my eyes dim in the moonlight
My longing can’t hold back the withering night
The owls cry, the graveyard white hints her end
She’s gone and there’s no beauty to defend!
When it’s over, the last journey to be away
The cold empty hearth leaves nothing to say
We come back to us to ponder and rest
The fire has gone out, there’s no need for haste!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Salisbury
Somewhere in your eyes
That very special glow
Something drawing me
To where I do not know
I never really thought
That I would lose myself
Now Im going faster
Than anybody else
You move without a sound
And touch me with your hand
Just like the rain that fondles
Every grain of sand
This thing were gonna do
Its just for you and me
Im gonna make it good
Good as it can be
Your kiss is sweeter now
Your breath is getting warm
We must take our time
And last it through til dawn
I wonder will it be
Oh, I expect it to
There have been other girls
No-one else like you
I feel a power here
I never felt before
And I begin to see
What drives us to want more
Oh, girl of all my dreams
Please tell me if Im wrong
Because Ive been blue
But we belong
As time passed and all too fast
I just knew we couldnt last
And I guessed that the end
Was near at hand
Though we tried our love inside
It just crumpled up and died
What went wrong
I will never understand
You tell me why
Alone again
How could you leave me
Alone again
I dont want to be
Alone again
Theres a line in a rhyme
I was going to send to you
It says: all that is to be
Will surely be
So oh, though you had to go
cause you needed someone new
Is there still a chance
That youll come back to me
I want you back you see
Alone again
How could you leave me
Alone again
How could you leave me
Alone again
I dont wanna be alone again
Somewhere in your eyes
That very special glow
Something drawing me
To where I do not know
I never really thought
That I would lose myself
But now Im going faster
Than anybody else
You move without a sound
And touch me with your hand
Just like the waves that fondle
Every little grain of sand
This thing were gonna do
Its just for you and me
And Im gonna make it good
Just you wait and see
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Fire Lake
Words and music by bob seger
Whos gonna ride that chrome three wheeler
Whos gonna make that first mistake
Who wants to wear those gypsy leathers
All the way to fire lake
Who wants to break the news about uncle joe
You remember uncle joe
He was the one afraid to cut the cake
Who wants to tell poor aunt sarah
Joes run off to fire lake
Joes run off to fire lake
Who wants to brave those bronze beauties
Lying in the sun
With their long soft hair falling
Flying as they run
Oh they smile so shy
And they flirt so well
And they lay you down so fast
Till you look straight up and say
Oh lord
Am I really here at lost
Who wants to play those eights and aces
Who wants a raise
Who needs a stake
Who wants to take that long shot gamble
And head out to fire lake
Head out
Who wants to go to fire lake
And head out
Who wants to go to fire lake
Head out
Out to fire lake
Whos gonna do it
song performed by by Bob Seger
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