A Lifelong Journey
On the night when vessel
was empty
grackle did not sing.
For the sake of honey,
smelling a dead city, after
the rape of a daughter.
A black buck jumps on the
queen of roses, stoned after
the death of a green house.
A python had wrapped around
the child on bed,
come, save the red crying moon.
A soft drizzle wets the eyes.
I can see only stars -
disturbed by the winds.
poem by Satish Verma
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The Witches' Glen - An Auld Tale
Gather aroon the ingle nuek
For ae eerie tale I'll tell -
'Boot a glen whar a witchy spook
Cast folk in her terrible spell.
Her hair sae black, her eyes sae green
Black Meg she was the devil's queen.
Warlocks an witches dance at night
When the full-moon turns its ken!
Thunder rides on a bolt of light
The deil's in the witches' glen!
Her hair sae black, her eyes sae green
Black Meg she was the devil's queen.
Auld trees hang o'er the twisted wynd
An' blot oot the licht o' day;
An there, there's staring eyes tae find
A stranger wha's lost their way.
Her hair sae black, her eyes sae green
Black Meg she was the devil's queen.
Frae Grennan wood she hailed an flew
A flash thru the black night wind
Come witchin hour everyin knew
She'd get a' the folks wha sinned.
Her hair sae black, her eyes sae green
Black Meg she was the devil's queen.
They burned her on Kirkmaiden hill
An' they bound her on a stake:
She chanted spells that made 'em ill
An' they pray'd for Jesus' sake.
Her hair sae black, her eyes sae green
Black Meg she was the devil's queen.
When ere ye walk the witches' glen,
Whar branches stretch oot like hands
Tak' Bible, cross an' say, Amen!
An' heed the guid Lord's commands.
Her hair sae black, her eyes sae green
Black Meg she's still there tae be seen.
poem by Patrick Scott Hogg
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The Three Roads
There is a town in Ireland,
A little town I know;
Its girls have tender Irish eyes
Beneath their brows of snow;
And in the field around it
The Fairy Hawthorns grow.
O, the Hawthorn is a Queen
And the daughter of a King,
And amidst her branches green
The sweet brown thrushes sing.
And from that little city
Three roads forever run
And on those roads the people,
The father and the son,
The mother and the daughter,
Walk till the day is done.
O, the Hawthorn is a Queen
And the daughter of a King,
And amidst her branches green
The thrushes sadly sing.
One road runs to the seaport
Where stately vessels lie -
American, Australian -
The weeping exiles cry,
Farewell to Grave and Hearthstone!
Dear Ireland - good-bye!
O, the Hawthorn is a Queen
And the daughter of a King,
And amidst her branches green
'Farewell!' the thrushes sing.
One road it is a red, red road -
That road to England goes;
The battle-drums are sounding,
The trump of battle blows;
And Ireland's sons go forth to fight
Against Red England's foes.
O, the Hawthorn is a Queen
And the daughter of a King,
And within her heart of green
The mournful thrushes sing.
One road it is a quiet road;
They travel it full slow,
Their eyes are filled with sorrow,
The silent folk who go
To where the Stones of Silence
Are shining, row on row.
O, the Hawthorn is a Queen
And a Lady fair and grand,
And the thrushes sing the keen
Of the Dead - in Ireland.
poem by Victor James Daley
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Winds Of March
I covered you with roses
Like the stars at night
I covered you with love
Like a blanket on a cold winters night
I covered you with joy
To make your lifetime bog and bright
You touched me with your eyes
Soft as an evening breeze
You held me in your arms
As the winds rushed through the trees
You are my child
You make my lifetime big and bright
You are my child
You came like the winds of march
With all the love in your eyes
You are my child
You came like the morning lights
With all your love, in your eyes
You are my child
You came like the morning light
With all your love, in your eyes
song performed by by Journey
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Fourteen
While in china at night on the great wall
By a hill, there he writes about the moon
His shadow his flute and his
Cup of rice wine,
Then he sings for a while
And sleeps under a sky of stars
On a blanket of soft grass,
When he immigrated
To the American city
He writes differently now
About the moon
As the companionless
wanderer
The head of a murdered man
Rolling on the floor
Uncontained by a sack
A moon
Or some kind of a fluorescent
Truant
A silver circular corpse
Infected with AIDS,
That corpuscle confusing
And ovulating
Him, spoon feeding
Her with so much longing
Date-rape drug, where she howls like
A bitch
To the moon in that great American
City
I just like it here,
The moon is still my
Moon child
my fair lady of the night
In all shining glory
Above the mango tree,
In this little country..
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Dole Of The King's Daughter (Breton)
Seven stars in the still water,
And seven in the sky;
Seven sins on the King's daughter,
Deep in her soul to lie.
Red roses are at her feet,
(Roses are red in her red-gold hair)
And O where her bosom and girdle meet
Red roses are hidden there.
Fair is the knight who lieth slain
Amid the rush and reed,
See the lean fishes that are fain
Upon dead men to feed.
Sweet is the page that lieth there,
(Cloth of gold is goodly prey,)
See the black ravens in the air,
Black, O black as the night are they.
What do they there so stark and dead?
(There is blood upon her hand)
Why are the lilies flecked with red?
(There is blood on the river sand.)
There are two that ride from the south and east,
And two from the north and west,
For the black raven a goodly feast,
For the King's daughter rest.
There is one man who loves her true,
(Red, O red, is the stain of gore!)
He hath duggen a grave by the darksome yew,
(One grave will do for four.)
No moon in the still heaven,
In the black water none,
The sins on her soul are seven,
The sin upon his is one.
poem by Oscar Wilde
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The Shadow-Child
Why do the wheels go whirring round,
Mother, mother?
Oh, mother, are they giants bound,
And will they growl forever?
Yes, fiery giants underground,
Daughter, little daughter,
Forever turn the wheels around,
And rumble-grumble ever.
Why do I pick the threads all day,
Mother, mother,
While sunshine children are at play?
And must I work forever?
Yes, shadow-child; the live-long day,
Daughter, little daughter,
Your hands must pick the threads away,
And feel the sunshine never.
Why do the birds sing in the sun,
Mother, mother,
If all day long I run and run,
Run with the wheels forever?
The birds may sing till day is done,
Daughter, little daughter,
But with the- wheels your feet must run—
Run with the wheels forever.
Why do I feel so tired each night,
Mother, mother?
The wheels are always buzzing bright;
Do they grow sleepy never?
Oh, baby thing, so soft and white,
Daughter, little daughter,
The big wheels grind us in their might,
And they will grind forever.
And is the white thread never spun,
Mother, mother?
And is the white cloth never done,
For you and me done never?
Oh yes, our thread will all be spun,
Daughter, little daughter,
When we lie down out in the sun,
And work no more forever.
And when will come that happy day,
Mother, mother?
Oh, shall we laugh and sing and play
Out in the sun forever?
Nay, shadow-child, we'll rest all day,
Daughter, little daughter,
Where green grass grows and roses gay,
There in the sun forever.
poem by Harriet Monroe
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Pussy Willows, Cat Tails
Pussywillows, cat-tails, soft winds and roses
Rainbows in the woodland, water to my knees
Shivering, quivering, the warm breath of spring
Pussywillows, cat-tails, soft winds and roses
Catbirds and cornfields, daydreams together
Riding on the roadside the dust gets in your eyes
Reveling, disheveling, the summer nights can bring
Pussywillows, cat-tails, soft winds and roses
Slanted rays and colored days, stark blue horizons
Naked limbs and wheatbins, hazy afternoons
Voicing, rejoicing, the wine cups do bring
Pussywillows, cat-tails, soft winds and roses
Harsh nights and candlelights, woodfires a-blazin
Soft lips and fingertips resting in my soul
Treasuring, remembering, the promise of spring
Pussywillows, cat-tails, soft winds and roses
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Scorpio Rising
[ music: john lombardo & robert buck/lyric: natalie merchant ]
Power
Dizzy with it stumble
Detail
A chance for us to quarrel
Anger
My head is shaken violent
If I could calm or restrain you
For the sake of pity
Save the pistol
Save the cynics tongue
Save the cool white stare
And treat me to an honest face sometime
Amaze me now
Trust is
The greatest human error
Empty
Used me as a vessel
Ruthless
Youre not known for subtlety
If I could calm or restrain you
For the sake of pity
Save the pistol
Save the cynics tongue
Save the cool white stare
And treat me to an honest face sometime
Amaze me now
Artful
Well theres quite a skill to torture
Half smile
Was it all you could deliver
Token
So hard to be pleasant
If you could calm or restrain it
For the sake of pity
Save the pistol
Save the cynics tongue
Save the cool white stare
And treat me to an honest face sometime
Amaze me now
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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About The Moon
While in china at night on the great wall
By a hill, there he writes about the moon
His shadow his flute and his
Cup of rice wine,
Then he sings for a while
And sleeps under a sky of stars
On a blanket of soft grass,
When he immigrated
To the American city
He writes differently now
About the moon
As the companionless
wanderer
The head of a murdered man
Rolling on the floor
Uncontained by a sack
A moon
Or some kind of a fluorescent
Truant
A silver circular corpse
Infected with AIDS,
That corpuscle confusing
And ovulating
Him, spoon feeding
Her with so much longing
Date-rape drug, where she howls like
A bitch
To the moon in that great American
City
I just like it here,
The moon is still my
Moonchild
my fair lady of the night
In all shining glory
Above the mango tree,
In this little country..
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wind Child Love Embracing
wind child still
I see your joy laughing eyes
wind child still
I see your warm eyes laughing
wind child still
I see your eyes green healing
wind child still
I see an emerald sea your eyes
wind child still
I see your soft dove brown eyes
wind child still
I see your fawn eyes new life running
wind child still
I see your dark black eyes blessing
wind child still
I see your soul dark passion eyes
wind child still
I see your love welcoming eyes
wind child still
I see your smile universe embracing
wind child still
I see your love of God’s creativity spreading
wind child still
I see stars in heaven smile in your soul eyes
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Eyes of a child
Eyes of a child
Such gems in stones
Staring you close
Still as blue sky
They don't lie
Their sun is shining
While you are crying
Eyes of a child
Day or night
I got no light
Free as a child
I can be wild
Eyes of a child
Let them go, into the snow
Without your grace
There's a lot more to know
Just glance over their face
It's the eye of a child
Free and wild
Child don't think too much
Ain't no worry as such
Joy driven life they live
Half-a-soul they give
It's the eyes of a child
Free and wild
Save me child
Save me child
Set me free and wild
Eyes of my child
poem by Siddharth Shah
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Innocence blood
Country, beauty fills it
Home of mother nature
With all the Creature
The voices of children
Is the music of the roses
A child's smile
It is the roses sunlight
A child's laughter
Is nature's patter
Colorful faces
Is the City's rainbow
Now it is country, ugly fills it
Home of a mother warrior
With all the war
The screaming for help
is The Crying of the roses
A child's frown
Is the roses crown
A child's weeping
Is nature's sleeping
Pale faces
Is the City's clouds
Innocence blood
What they have done?
poem by michelle al G
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Run Crying Into The Night
Addictions in the home, parents fight
A child runs crying into the night
Hand over her mouth, he's there to rape
Woman runs crying into the night
Bullets are flying, kids are dying
Mothers run crying into the night
Bombs are dropping, houses exploding
People run crying into the night
The world turns evil, fear is building
Vicki runs crying into the night
poem by Victoria Dame
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House Of Secrets
[Intro]
oh no. no. let me go.
[hah hehe]
no. god no!
shut up!
[song]
shhhhhh. it's okay, it's okay.
this is our, dirty, little, secret.
we're all alone in the city
my hands are stoned with pity
i could get by or get high with fifty [yeah]
and i don't feel pretty ... today.
and there's a lady in a stable
her daddy reads her fables
about the moon & his bride
he's in her room every night
& feeds upon a table
of silken robes
an altar of stone
but the child is unable
to run, run, run
& flee his tower of babel
so blood, blood, blood
slithers down her ankles ...
we're all alone in the city
my hands are stoned with pity
i could get by or get high with fifty [yeah]
and i don't feel pretty ... today.
come one
come all
witness the fall!
cry to the sky!
today we break away!
uprising!
uprising!
uprising!
in the house of secrets!
what happens here, stays here
say nothing, disappear!
uprising!
uprising!
locked away
in the chamber of the hysterics
here, in the house ... of secrets.
we're all alone
& i will tell you of loneliness.
[shhhh.]
song performed by by Otep
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The Colonists
To men now of her blood and race
England's a little garden place,
Dear as a woman is, and she
The Queen of every loyalty.
To dwellers 'mid the ice and snows,
She is their secret garden rose
From which that bee, their heart, sucks off
For the cold Winter honey enough.
To toilers 'mid the sultry plains,
Sick for her tempered suns and rains,
She is the thought that wets their eyes
And hearts with dew of Paradise.
Most loved of those who never knew
Her green o' the silk and her soft blue,
Her mild inviolate fields that be
Hedged with the sweet-briar of the sea.
Sweet in their dreams her Summers are,
Her tranquil nights of moon and star,
The love-songs of her nightingales;
A water-spring that never fails.
Amid their unending distances
Her little crowded sweetness is
A dream of rest, a dream of prayer,
With homes and children everywhere.
Touch her -- and they are all on fire,
This little land of their desire
Seen in a mirage far away
With light upon her night and day.
poem by Katharine Tynan
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She Enters My Garden
Red wolf has come
Drizzle of madness in the forest
Pulled into your blue deep sea
Shrunken into a clock with doors
Peer into the poppies of Shangri
Chagrin with the tolling bells
Sensual clouds cover my sleep
She thinks of me in satin ropes
She enters charkas of Venus
Winds of silk permeate the moon
Black lace and fishnet chains
Moonlight of feline eyes
Violet spells like flowers on a piano
Parlors where burgundy dreams
Green jade sculpted by gnomes
Sabers of silver magic
On the stairway a ruby ghost
Lauding mariners
Ports of ancient Thrace
Purloined queen of fire
Acrimony hibernates in pedicures
Pearls glow on her soft skin
I am indulged in mystic perfume
She enters my garden
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Distant Flower
I give long witness to your eyes
Looking for silence.
Where is your child underneath
The mountain- There could be so many
Ways.
I will save her, because I know what
You’re thinking,
And the bus is turning around
Having forgotten so many things.
Maybe she is in the sky, the sky beneath the
Mountain,
Your child, your daughter of so many things.
Words are spit on the window of heady
Vagrancy,
But your eyes are really wonderful,
They go so far away; they see so many things.
The night is a cryptic flower turning in its
Jewelry case,
And you forgot to know who I am in any case.
And your daughter is so far away,
But I will save her. I’ll read her the words you
Couldn’t say in any case,
When the song is over, when life and breath are
Over,
I will return her to you under the mountain
The night whispering,
Your daughter safely to your arms,
With your eyes so far away.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Night Queen
It was deep midnight
the sky was crystal clear
millions not millions
but billions of stars
assembled in the open sky
was it a procession
or obeisance of Night Queen
The downpour of stars
appeared as undulating scarf
studded with jewels
the humming of stars
was breaking silence of nature
as if
singing in praise of night queen
All stars slowly moved down
to horizon of sky
it was the time
for farewell of Night Queen
The king of the day sent a gift
of morning star to embellish her neck
then with a reddish shawl on her shoulder
I asked one of star
why do you assemble after every dusk
the star could not answer
after asking so many stars
I could know the Venus comes
after every dusk
to receive the Night Queen
The Night Queen comes to meet
her beloved Moon and slowly covers
the face of moon for a night
The Night Queen covers the entire creatures
under her veil to give them rest
and to give relief from days toil.
poem by Ramesh Rai
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Sharing Same Moon Makes Our Love Eternal
I am sitting at my window watching,
It's night, moon is glowing like a queen of sky,
I know you are too far away to feel me,
But in same time we are sharing the same moon.
How many words i wish i tell you,
How much i want that you to hold my hand,
And rest my head on your shoulder,
Comforting my crying eyes with your tender kiss.
I am looking to the moon, i feel so lonely,
You are too far away to feel my pain,
I know you think of me in moonlight,
When looking at the moon we share our dream.
Is nothing else to compare in my life,
As your eyes shinning to me like stars in the darkness,
I have the feeling you belong to me,
Sharing same moon makes our love eternal.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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March Of The Black Queen
Words and music by freddie mercury
Do you mean it do you mean it do you mean it
Why dont you mean it why do I follow you
And where do you go?
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Youve never seen nothing like it
No never in your life
Like going up to heaven
And then coming back alive
Let me tell you all about it
Oooh give me a little time to choose
Water babies singing in a lily pool delight
Blue powder monkeys praying in the dead of night
Here comes the black queen poking in the pile
Fi fo the black queen marching single file
Take this take that bring them down to size
March to the black queen
Put them in the cellar with the naughty boys
Little nigger sugar then a rub-a-dub-a-baby oil
Black on black on every finger nail and toe
Weve only begun - begun
Make this make that keep making all that noise
Ooh march to the black queen
Now Ive got a belly full
You can be my sugar baby
You can be my honey chile
A voice from behind me reminds me
Spread out your wings you are an angel
Remember to deliver with the speed of light
A little bit of love and joy
Everything you do bears a will
And a why and a wherefore
A little bit of love and joy
In each and every soul lies a man
And very soon hell deceive and discover
But even to the end of his life
Hell bring a little love
Ah ah ah ah ah
I reign with my left hand I rule with my right
Im lord of all darkness Im queen of the night
Ive got the power now to do
The march of the black queen
My life is in your hands Ill fo and Ill fie
Ill be what you make me Ill do what you like
Ill be a bad boy Ill be your bad boy
Ill do the march of the black queen
Ah ah ah ah ah
Walking true to style shes vulgar abuse and vile
The black queen tattoos all her pies
She boils and she bakes
And she never dots her is
La la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la
Forget your sing a-longs and your lullabies
Surrender to the city of the fireflies
Dance to the devil in beat with the band
To hell with all of you hand in hand
But now its time to be gone
La la la la forever forever
Ah ah ah ah ah
song performed by by Queen
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