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A Hum

Take me, share me if you can
my heart goes to my sun,
my feet will go to my moon.

O, little home
my dream was bigger than you
in the melody of sorrow.

Will I walk again on the
wrinkled sands? what can you
visualize, which I have never seen?

Praying in the scoop
of fingers I feel, gold nuggets
in the throes of doubts –

neatly dug out from the frozen
past, birds, smelling sex, souls
suspended in air.

Was it beginning of hate,
on the yellow mountains
where I am climbing with wooden legs?

poem by Satish Verma
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The Melody Of My Heart

my heart is on the rise
and fall
my heart's melody is as nice
than all
like the leaves
on the tree by the river

my heart is a melody
to the birds of love,
life and all that worth
as i walked the earth
with the melody
of my heart from then
and sang to my heart a melody

i explore an adventure
of the melody in my heart
and art a melody of my heart
with fingers dancing to the heart
my veins rain with melody of the heart
i feel the heart
in talk and melody
and that melody
is the melody
of my heart

my heart is a melody
to the words of a rhythm
its music from the heart
a melody of emotions,
feelings, love and death
...after all,
it is the melody of my heart

poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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By the shores of Malachite

Upon the shores of Malachite
Next to the cobalt seas
Under molten silver moonbeams
That shatter on the crystal icing
Covering the diamonded waterfall
By the golden sands...
gather the unicorns of
Neptune, Uranius, and Pluto and beyond.
playfully covort between
Steel seas and emerald mountains
On the frozen sands of time unchanged
For a thousand Earth's comings

But it's just a dream
a lunacy, a nothingness in the night
All my unicorns have taken to flight
never there

All the frozen seas...
are now warm Florida keys
under a full August moon
And the mountains...
are impossible fears
that have faded into prairies
swelling like seas
And there are no proofprints
in the sands of time of a
far away race frozen in time

poem by Midnights Voice
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Unbroken line of Love

fountain sprinkles, wonderful cooled fog, touches
my emotion of contentment, a magic that maybe now
and then a beginning of an end, torching my feeling
of burning incense longing of you

walk with me, to the corridor and feel my life;
like seeing the past returning each journey with you
and believing the sun has gone down to the lingering
home of a beautiful sunset

the past hold me to siphoned my imagination of
your beauty; the wonderful faces and the passionate
voice of the Jen in the enchanted kingdom, choruses
saying the yes in me, blinded to capture my hesitation
and the only face, my heart desire

no one have ever question my loyalty, for only
the honest feeling i can find in my deepest soul reveals.
as i know that, time has turn to a fundamental reality
that you are true to me, even in a little way, you have
return the day for a life time to serve with me, something
that what matter in my dream

love me, that no one have ever done, now that i
can see all of what is been suspended in my wildest
dream have come to witness the faith that now, you have
given to me, let this be the sole of everything in the
horizon of our unending beginning of living till, time has
come to an end with you

its not how many years we have been together and
not even the smile you cheer in the wedding day and the
ring seen in our fingers would ease that something in
me where i can't explain, but what matter most is what
our heart loves it more...... I love you....

poem by Antonio Liao
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Shouting words down the sidewalk while watching the moon

Moon beams!
pouring out light like streams of crystal
onto black ice cracked streets!

There are no birds
tonight

Hello Moon!
white
yellow
epiphany that shed form

Circumference of sky
falls sweetly into the arms
of the moon

and I walk
back down the sidewalk
to a home I hardly know

& to a home- soon I see
the Sky is waiting infront of me

and that is the home

that I know!

Goodnight
white
yellow
Moon!

poem by Steven Adelman
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Kentucky Moon

Never been anywhere south of the delaware
Never been through kalamazu
Never been to timbuktu
Living is fantasy, traveling mentally
Making up tunes in hotel rooms
bout places Ive never been to
Though Ive never crooned under a kentucky moon
I had my dream, kentucky moon
But its only moon dreams
From songs, films and tv
But I can visualize what Ive never seen
But I had my dream, kentucky moon
Route 66 to me is still a mystery
And ohio, too
Went chicago blue down to st. louie blues[? ]
Never been anywhere south of the delaware
Never been through kalamazu
Never been to timbuktu
But I can visualize what Ive never seen
So I sit and dream, kentucky moon
As I sit by a [? ]
But its just imagery
From songs, films and tv
But I can visualize what Ive never seen
So I sit and dream, kentucky moon

song performed by by Kinks
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My Loving Heart (Fun Poem 95)

(Alternative Valentine Poem)

My hair maybe thinning
and my eyes are getting dim,
but my loving heart
is still filled to the brim.

My legs maybe stiff
and I walk with a limp,
but my loving heart
isn’t any kind of wimp.

My face maybe wrinkled
and my hearing almost gone,
but my loving heart
is still beating strong.

I may look like I’m past it
all wrinkled and crinkled,
but my loving heart
has lost none of its twinkle.

13 February 2009

poem by David Harris
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Fragment

Moon of leaves,
Moon of the falling leaves,
To you I bring the slippers
of the sun.
That you may dance upon the
floor of sun,
My lady carries sun within her eyes.
Moon of the Unrevealed,
Moon of the gold-encrusted shield,
To you I bring the fragment
of my prayer.

Moon of the crinkled hair,
Tell me, will my lady yield
Eyes and mouth and breasts unsealed?
Will my lady yield?

Moon of the yellow streaked with red,
Moon that the sun would lead to bed,
Moon with the death's head
More than dead,
Why do you frighten the Goddess of Love,
Whose frail white fingers are moving above
The lover's white body lost in his love?
Moon, you are more than dead.

Moon of the ermine loist in the snow,
Moon of the frozen furbelow,
Moon of the nothingness here below,
Moon, you must go.

It is the Sun that tells you so-
Moon, you must go.

And I was dark beneath the moon,
And you were dark beneath the moon,
And we were dark beneath the moon.

Now I am gold beneath the sun,
Now you are gold beneath the sun,
Now we are gold beneath the Sun.

poem by Harry Crosby
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I H@tE yOu! !

I hate it when you spoil my day,
I hate you when you walk away.
I hate the way you look at me,
I hate you when you say sorry.
I hate the way you at me stare,
I hate the way you touch my hair.
I hate it when you vanish my pain,
I hate it when you make me smile again.
I hate the way you at me scream,
I hate the way you sit and dream.
I hate the way you shout,
I hate it when you walk out.
I hate the way you look into my eyes,
I hate it when you speak all lies.
I hate the way you look at my face,
I hate you when you don't call at my place.
I hate it when you don't come home,
I hate you when you leave me all alone.
And i hate to break this to you,
But i gotta tell you what is true.
I don't hate you the way i should,
And i don't think i ever could! ! !

poem by Tanvi Damle
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The Witch's Life

When I was a child
there was an old woman in our neighborhood whom we called The Witch.
All day she peered from her second story
window
from behind the wrinkled curtains
and sometimes she would open the window
and yell: Get out of my life!
She had hair like kelp
and a voice like a boulder.

I think of her sometimes now
and wonder if I am becoming her.
My shoes turn up like a jester's.
Clumps of my hair, as I write this,
curl up individually like toes.
I am shoveling the children out,
scoop after scoop.
Only my books anoint me,
and a few friends,
those who reach into my veins.
Maybe I am becoming a hermit,
opening the door for only
a few special animals?
Maybe my skull is too crowded
and it has no opening through which
to feed it soup?
Maybe I have plugged up my sockets
to keep the gods in?
Maybe, although my heart
is a kitten of butter,
I am blowing it up like a zeppelin.
Yes. It is the witch's life,
climbing the primordial climb,
a dream within a dream,
then sitting here
holding a basket of fire.

poem by Anne Sexton
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Nature As Your Family

The wind blow
Blow slower yet cooler
Like the nature grow
Grown taller and bigger

So as this world

This world is also grow
Grow along us
“Grow with slow”
To understand the feeling of us

So,

This world become wide
Its enough for us to share together
So why don’t you share
Share with the friend of your’s

As long as the world grow

You must hear the melody
Melody that ring just for you and me
Melody come from love
The nature melody
Sing by the nature
For you to love your own home

So, love the nature
Your own home

poem by Charles Hariyadi Leonhart
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Worship Your Feet

You want a diamond and gold shaped locket
And a fat share of my dollar sized pocket
I beg, I beg
Watch those legs
The soles of your feet
Need a comfortable seat
Uncomfortable shoes will make you retreat
And you will walk the path of shameless defeat

For the city of Paris has no definition
Once I would have merely given it a distinction
I beg, I beg
Give those legs meaning
Walk as if you are winning
Foisting of competition
Searching for my name
For the game is walk with no shame

You want to be superstar
And get the chance to drive super-fast cars
I beg, I beg
Watch those legs
For the city of London has no obvious ignition
Blocks of high-rise buildings are its recognition
If my feet walk off the ground
Will my soul stay quietly spell bound?
For there is a certain silence without sound
When that ever-lasting peace is well-found

You want a cold beer
And live your life as if you don't care
Worship your feet
When you walk on the street!
Worship your feet
In the rough cold and the heat!
On your marks - Take off!
Worship your feet as you worship your tits!

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Share A Dream

Hey when youre feeling low
When the blues refuse to let you go
Just reach out for my hand
I can understand
Come share a dream with me
Hey love will found a way
It doesnt matter what the people say
Dont try to hide the way you really feel
Time can only heal
Come share a dream with me
We could rise above all the tears
All the doubts and the fears
We can make a stand here and now
Higher love
Got to learn to trust in a friend
For a peace without end
Oh come share a dream with me
Hey children of the world
Is the dream were dreaming so absurd
Sweet reasons just a friendly smile away
cos love is here to stay
Come share a dream with me
We could rise above all the tears
All the doubts and the fears
We can make a stand here and now
Higher love
Got to learn to trust in a friend
For a peace without end
Oh come share a dream with me
We could build castle so tall
Oh the thrill of it all
Wont you find a place in your heart
We could rise above all the tears
All the doubts and the fears
We can make a stand here and now
Higher love
Got to learn to trust in a friend
For a peace without end
Oh come share a dream with me

song performed by by Cliff Richard
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I'd give you everything

I'd give you everything
~
I'd give you everything
take down the stars and the moon
to light your palm to read
break mountains into pebbles
or the finest of sands
smoothe beneath your feet
purify the rivers and oceans
so you may drink them
to answer any thirst
I’d give you everything
the song that birds sing
the rise of the morning sun
that first whisper of a dream
I'd give you everything
my heart, my soul complete
my ears to your words
whatever they may be
the entire world
and the sky above
I'd catch it all for you
my love I promise this
I'd give you everything

poem by Matthew Holloway
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Mountain Men

The poacher and his daughter
Throw soft shadows on the water in the night.
A thin moon slips behind them
As they pull the net with no betraying light.
And later on the coast road, I meet them
And the old man winks a smile.
And who am I to fast deny the right
To take a fish once in a while?
I walk with them, they wish me luck
When I ship out on the sunday from the kyle.
And from the church I hear them singing
As the ship moves sadly from the pier.
Oh, poachers daughter, sunday best,
Two hundred brave souls share the farewell tear.
Theres a house on the hillside, where the drifting sands are born.
Lay down and let the slow tide wash me
Back to the land where I came from.
Where the mountain men are kings
And the sound of the piper counts for everything.
Did my tour, did my duty. I did all they asked of me.
Died in the trenches and at el alamein
...died in the falklands on t.v.
Going back to the mountain kings
Where the sound of the piper counts for everything.
Long generations from the isles
Sent to tread the foreign miles
Where the spiral ages meet.
Felt naked dust beneath their feet.
Future sun called winds to blow
And the past and present hard-eyed crow
Flew hunting high and circling low over blackened plains of eden.
Theres a child and a woman praying for an end to the mystery.
Hoping for a word in a letter
Fair wind-blown from across the sea
To where the mountain men are kings
And the sound of the piper counts for eveything.
Theres a house on the hillside, where the drifting sands are born.
Lay down and let the slow tide wash me
Back to the land where I came from.
Where the mountain men are kings
And the sound of the piper counts for everything.
Where the real mountain men are kings
And the sound of the piper counts for everything.
Feel the naked dust beneath my toes
While the future sun calls winds to blow
And the past and present black-eyed crow
Flies hunting high and circling low
Between dream mountains of our eden.

song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Clarity

do not eat words
do not eat my poetry

do not attempt to chew it
do not swallow it whole like how a boa swallows the whole pig

take your time. look at it. from the first word to the last.
think of this poem as syllables, not as thoughts, not as my thoughts.
or your thoughts. think of this poem as a feeling.

a baby sleeping. a calm look at the eye. a stare.
a grip. a hand grasping another hand.
a breath suspended in cold air.

two hands in prayer. think of this as the sound of a distant bell.
an orange dressed monk walking at the shore.

a leaf falling on the white sand.
a last step on the trip.
a beginning of a dream.

do not think now. Feel the sands slipping from your fingers.
See the sands falling on the floor of the sand.

do not move. Do not swallow your saliva.

And then speak the first word of this line.
This i think is clarity.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bigger Picture

Im starting to see a bigger picture
Im beginning to colour it in
Im starting to see a bigger picture
Im beginning to colour it in
My soul the sky, my heart a sun
My mind a world - my only one
My thoughts the people, the world around
My dreams the kings - or the clowns
Im starting to see a bigger picture
Im beginning to colour it in
Im starting to see a bigger picture
Im beginning to colour it in
The continents and the seven oceans
Bound the range of my emotions
My time is long but not forever
My moods are the changing wind and weather
Im starting to see a bigger picture
Im beginning to colour it in
Im starting to see a bigger picture
Im beginning to colour it in
Colour it in !
Colour it in !

song performed by by Waterboys
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Dream On

(being, in love)
Been travelling this road for so long
My eyes are tired but I carry on
The sun lays down its golden threads
I need a place to rest my head
Although I am far from home now
My souls with you
Its hard to be out here on my own
So far away, so far from home
I need to touch and feel your skin
To live this dream in sleep again
Although I am far from home now
My souls with you
So dream on, dream on
Freedom comes with timeless sleep
Dream on, dream on
In the arms of night
Your silent shadow gently speaks
Dream on, dream on
This hotel rooms a lonely place
Its a one night cell I must escape
So I drink away my loneliness
So I can sleep and dream again
Although I am far from home now
My souls with you
And as I fall into
The darkness of the night
You come to rescue me to
Shield me in your light
I feel your touch
The softness of your skin
You hold me close before
The day breaks in
This dreams so true
My heart it beats, it beats
It beats for you, for you
Although I am far from home now
My souls with you
So dream on, dream on
Freedom comes with timeless sleep
Dream on, dream on
In the arms of night
Your silent shadow gently speaks
So dream on, dream on
Dream on, dream on
So dream on, dream on
Dream on

song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Indian Wedding

(orbison)
There once was an indian brave by the name of yellow hand
He fell in love with a maiden know as white sands
They vowed their love would last forever more
Then came the day that they had waited for.
Yellow hand brought her a golden feather
White sands said a prayer for good weather
The ceremonial dance grew loud and strong
Then yellow hand began their wedding song.
Oooooh oooooh oooh ooooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh
Tonight, tonight, we will be one
Well walk in the land of the midnight sun
Oh white sands, come hold my lonely hand.
Then they left the warmth of the raging fire
And rode into the hills climbing higher
And suddenly the snow came swirling down
They were lost the trail could not be found.
Oooooh oooooh oooh ooooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh
Tonight, tonight we will be one
Well walk in the land of the midnight sun
Oh white sands, come hold my lonely hand.
They never returned from paradise
They went to their places in the sky
And the old ones still say when the snowflakes fly
If youll listen close youll hear him cry:
Oooooh oooooh oooh ooooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh
Tonight, tonight we will be one
Well walk in the land of the midnight sun
Oh white sands, come hold my lonely hand.

song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Brandon

Born on the breast of the prairie, she smiles to her sire--the sun,
Robed in the wealth of her wheat-lands, gift of her mothering soil,
Affluence knocks at her gateways, opulence waits to be won.
Nuggets of gold are her acres, yielding and yellow with spoil,
Dream of the hungry millions, dawn of the food-filled age,
Over the starving tale of want her fingers have turned the page;
Nations will nurse at her storehouse, and God gives her grain for wage.

poem by Emily Pauline Johnson
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Birds and the Above

What is their grade, who sing to the above?
Their legs can not carry their bodies,
For they are inferior, they are inferior.
Legs are too much for those who walk,
Yet the hands are meaning too much.
You are superior, and you are amazing -
It is a man who walks and talks that inspires,
Yet feeble people do not seem wrong
To the caring ones, the ones who care.
Care must be given to you,
As the hospital will fetch you
If hands and feet are allowed.
As you are like a bird,
Birds are like you, for you fly.
With wings you are not,
But hands and feet.
You walk and yet fly,
Yet wings are not feet
For the birds.
What is their grade, who sing to the above?

poem by Naveed Akram
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