Body Game
Alone to witness the crash I
invited the moon to walk with me
on the harsh terrain
of the agony of a poem,
I wanted to give it as a collateral
for a shadow,
who has moved away from me.
The moondrink I will need again
for no turning to flesh
in naked rain of words
which climb and fall on the wet mountain of
my belief: it was crumbling
before my own eyes. The forgetful
age trudges like a tired cow coming
back home in evening.
poem by Satish Verma
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The Poem Tired Of Being Written Of Itself
THE POEM TIRED OF BEING WRITTEN OF ITSELF
The poem tired of being written of itself
It wanted other worlds and more distant beauty
It wanted the inspiration that ordinary life gives
It wanted too a language beyond what simple words could mean
But the poem could not be more than it was
It fell back upon itself
It was lost in its own lonely being
The poem stayed forever a poem about itself
And when no one read it
The poem had only itself to blame.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I M Coming Home(inequity Confession)
I M coming home oh lord, l m coming home
l have been lost all along for my eyes have
been blind folded by inequity.
l need your light and strength to arrive home
safely, l need the spiritual guidance to reach
at home safely..l cant on my own WITHOUT YOU
SIN is demanding justice for my soul but YOUR&LOVE
MERCY ARE saying 'NO'
LORD I NEED YOUR TOUCH because l can not bear
this anymore l need to come HOME, where l belong
Let your rain pour upon my soul and flesh to wash
away all the INEQUITY AND TRANSGRESSIONS and let there
BE LIGHT IN MY LIFE for my flesh is willing to come
back home BUT MY SOUL IS TIRED due to heavy burden and marks
of inequity In my FLESH....I NEED YOUR POWER, UNCONDITIONAL
LOVE 'GRACE' BECAUSE I M COMING HOME..
poem by Donald Kuutsi
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Stargazer
High noon
Oh Id sell my soul for water
Nine years worth
Of breakin my back
Theres no sun in the shadow of the wizard
See how he glides
Why hes lighter than air
Oh I see his face
Where is your star
Is it far, is it far, is it far
When do we leave
I believe, yes, I believe
* in the heat and the rain
With whips and chains
Just to see him fly
So many die
We built a tower of stone
With out flesh and bone
Just to see him fly
Dont know why
Now where do we go
Hot wind moving fast across the desert
We feel that our time has arrived
The world spins while we put his wing together
A tower of stone to take him straight to the sky
Oh I see his face
Where is your star
It is far, is it far, is it far
When do we leave, yeah
I believe, I believe
*
All eyes see the figure of the wizard
As he climbs to the top of the world
No sound as he falls instead of rising
Time standing still
Then theres blood on the sand
Oh I see his face
Where was your star
Was it far, was it far
When did we leave
We believe, we believe, we believe
In the heat and rain
With whips and chains
To see him fly
So many die
We built a tower of stone
With out flesh and bone
To see him fly
But why, it dont rain
With all our chains,
Did so many die
Just to see him fly
Look at my flesh and bone
Now look, look, look, look
Look at this tower of stone
I see a rainbow rising
Look there on the horizon
And Im coming home
Coming home, Im coming home
Time is standing still
He gave me back my will
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Going home
Im going home
My eyes are bleeding
And my heart is weeping
We still hope, we still hope, oh
Take me back
He gave me back my will
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Going home
Im going home
My eyes are bleeding
And my heart is weeping
We still hope, we still hope, oh
Take me back, take me back
Back to my home, oh, oh...
song performed by by Rainbow
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On Heroes Ground
flirt your self in the eve of the rising
sun, for nothing of a minute you
close your eyes, not a single words you
utter nor a flip of shadow of
goodbye tells you that the night
does fall my dear
everybody wants to be near, yet
everyone caught in the dark, what
makes it sense, ah! all seems to be
happy for the coming day has return to
the an endless bright of the night comes
the lonely soul in the darkest day
live my spirit the hero of my blood in
the ground, marching to begin the
end, while my flesh wonder of where
to step, as lou my dirt of my foot
hide my shadow of the past, the naked
eye sees the path I walk, tender my
soul, long to be with the heaven sky
I wait...
poem by Antonio Liao
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Coming Home
All those nights Ive spent alone,
Uninspired, so tired and wasted.
Theres lots of times Id have telephoned,
I couldnt find the words to say,
Im coming home,
Lord Im coming home
Ill make it short,
Ill make it sweet,
Make it up to you and me.
Im not the same guy I used to be,
What can I do to make you believe,
Im coming home,
Oh Im coming home.
Im coming home,
Yeah Im coming home.
Only seems like yesterday,
You and I were sayin goodbye,
Now Im just a few miles away
Gonna see you tonight.
Ive been alone and I live the pain,
Reach for you in desperation.
I was wrong, Ill take the blame,
I need you back now I just cant wait,
Im coming home
Yeah Im coming home.
Coming home,
Im just coming, coming,
Waiting it out.
Im just coming home.
song performed by by Bryan Adams
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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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Knocked Down Again and Again
This is It the very last time
I can't take this shit life no more
Too much paintoo much agony.
Too many memories thats for sure.
All the problems keep ariving at my shore.
Knocking at the door.
I can never climb back up.
When all I do is keep breaking down.
Too many mental problems.
I wanted help but now its tuff.
Becuase I'm such a bad person.
And it was me that made my life this way.
It's my fault, Its always my fualt.
If only I could see you before I go.
To get my revenge and gourge your eyes out.
Becuase I bluddy well hate you.
I'll huant you every minuite of the day.
Reminding you of what you done.
I'll huant you from above.
Theres no point in living anymore
I have lost everything I've ever loved.
Theres no turning back
I'm tired of this hell and sick of my problems.
Its killing me but noone can see.
Nothing more I can do.
rotting away into the ground
Walk away leave it all behind me now.
Exit this world.
Maybe Im a sad case.
Or even a lost course.
But we'll never know.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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The Poem Of The Evening Is A Quiet Poem
THE POEM OF THE EVENING IS A QUIET POEM
The poem of the evening is a quiet poem
It comes in gentleness with tired eyes
It does not know how long it will last
It believes a fresh breeze
And a simple song
Are all its needs
To feel happiness.
The poem of the evening this evening
Believes in life
Believes in Goodness of God
Believes it will somehow be alright.
The poem of the evening this evening
May be a foolish one
But it is a quietly happy one.
We need such poems sometimes
For life is hard in the long working days
And in the times of difficult idleness
When no dreams come.
Quiet and quiet
Soft as sleep
The poem of the evening this evening
Is a gentle one.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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My Poem Came To Me In The Evening
MY POEM CAME TO ME IN THE EVENING/ AFTER THE RAIN AND EVENING PRAYER
My poem came to me in the evening
After the rain and evening prayer
When the sky opened up
For a moon and a star
And the winds diminished
And walking became a pure pleasure
And looking up a simple calm
Joy-
God giving me
Another gift
In a life in which there already have been so so many.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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High Cumberland Jubilee / Comin Down Slow
By: jimmy buffett, buzz cason
1971
Maybe leavings better in the afternoon
When the rain dont fall so hard
From where we were we had to look down far below
To see just what went on in our own backyard
Coming down slow without a thing to show
Wondering what went on while we were up there
Mountain roads now asphalt highways that we once called heaven skyways
Children lost what is the cost to get back home again
La la la la la la la la laaaa
La la la la la la la la laaaa
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
Yeah
Im goin to climb up in the mountain
Im goin to climb up in the tree
Im goin to climb up in the mountain
Im goin to see what I can see
You know...
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Let It Rain
Let it rain
As I walk these streets unknown
To no one named
Not even myself
When Im low
Give me hope
That help is coming
When I need it most
Give me hope
That help is coming
When I need it most
Let it go
No mother no father no home
Forget as all others
Have forgotten
When Im alone
But give me hope
That help is coming
When I need it most
Give me hope
That help is coming
When I need it most
Let it come
Love that lifts me up
Pain that brings me down
Everything Id ever want and dont
When Im not strong
But give me hope
That help is coming
When I need it most
Give me hope
That help is coming
When I need it most
Let it rain
Let it flood these streets and wash me away
To where it makes no difference who I am
Or what the future holds
When I dont know
But give me hope
That help is coming
When I need it most
Give me hope
That help is coming
When I need it most
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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The Turning Point
I went down to the highway
That runs between love and pride
And I tried to get sideways
Across the great divide
But my minds eyes on the key ring
Crying in misery
cause it wont spend one more evening
Staring back at me.
It may be by choice or a small inner voice I cant say
When you add up the cost we all have a cross
How do you write off the loss?
Where do I go from here?
How do I find my way?
When is it loud and clear
That theres no turning back? no looking back
Where do I go from here?
Nobody gets away
Its a new kind of fix
For the poor and the rich
You never know whats coming next... at the turning point.
The rules are unwritten
And nobody knows the deal
Where have I been driven
Are deamons behind the wheel?
Yeah, I know my days are numbered
Were only flesh and bone
And Ive been left to wonder
How it went so wrong.
Is it all tailor made, can the sinner be saved, I cant say
So dont hang your hat on the knife Im my back
cause nobody treats me like that.
Where do I go from here?
How do I find my way?
When is it loud and clear
That theres no turning back? no looking back
Where do I go from here?
Nobody gets away
Its a new kind of fix
For the poor and the rich
You never know whats coming next... at the turning point.
song performed by by Toto
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You Gave Me A Mountain
(words & music by marty robbins)
Born in the heat of the desert
My mother died giving me life
Deprived of the love of a father
Blamed for the loss of his wife
You know lord Ive been in a prison
For something that I never done
Its been one hill after another
Ive climbed them all one by one
But this time, lord you gave me a mountain
A mountain you know I may never climb
It isnt just a hill any longer
You gave me a mountain this time
My woman got tired of heartaches
Tired of the grief and the strife
So tired of working for nothing
Just tired of being my wife
She took my one ray of sunshine
She took my pride and my joy
She took my reason for living
She took my small baby boy
But this time, lord you gave me a mountain
A mountain you know I may never climb
It isnt just a hill any longer
You gave me a mountain this time
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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The Dividing Line
There has always been a dividing line
But you choose, you choose, yes you choose not to see it
And then you wonder why you fall
It cuts through the heart of every city
If you climb to the top of the highest building
You can see where it falls cause the streetlights stop
The colours start to change
You hear a voice inside you
Not the words that you wanted to hear
Not the things that you wanted to see hey, hey, hey, hey
In the comfort and safety of your own home
Remember those outside in the cold
And the wind and the rain
And take in your hands a little ray of light
And turn it into a beam that pierces the darkness of the night
There has always been a dividing line
But you choose, you choose, yes you choose not to see it
Sometimes we believe if we close our eyes
The rain might wash it away
Thats why we stumble and we fall
Not the words that you wanted to hear
Not the things that you wanted to see hey, hey, hey, hey
When everything that you hold dear to you
Has finally faded away from your life
The last cold ray of sunshine slowly disappears
Round the corner of the building
And leaves you alone
When darkness covers the city and the streets are silent too
What will you turn to...
song performed by by Genesis
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The Poem Of The Evening
THE POEM OF THE EVENING
The poem of the evening
Is a small poem
It waits for its own words
And hears itself come slowly and surely
It knows by the time the darkness is here
It will already be real.
The poem of the evening
Is an easy and small poem
It may not mean much
But it comes so smoothly
It seems to laugh at the heat of the day
And love itself for being here.
The poem of the evening
After the long day
Is a happy poem
And it looks forward to praying the evening prayer forever.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Via Chicago
I dreamed about killing you again last night
And it felt alright to me
Dying on the banks of Embarcadero skies
I sat and watched you bleed
Buried you alive in a fireworks display
Raining down on me
You cold, hot blood ran away from me
To the sea
I painted my name on the back of a leaf
And I watched it float away
The hope I had in a notebook full of white, dry pages
Was all I tried to save
But the wind blew me back via Chicago
In the middle of the night
And all without fight
At the crush of veils and starlight
I know I'll make it back
One of these days and turn on your TV
To watch a man with a face like mine
Being chased down a busy street
When he gets caught, I wont get up
And I wont go to sleep
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
Via Chicago
Where the cups are cracked and hooked
Above the sink
They make me think
Crumbling ladder tears don't fall
They shine down your shoulders
And crawling is screw faster lash
I blow it with kisses
I rest my head on a pillowy star
And a cracked door moon
That says I havent gone too far
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Via Chicago
Searching for a home
Searching for a home
Searching for a home
Via Chicago
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
song performed by by Wilco
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In The Midst Of My Sins
i wanted a poem
like some book
taken down and
dusted off opened
up like torn pages
from some script
“it should have
been written” like
this', I wanted a
poem with thick lips
big eyes and a
dove tattoo, early
words rising from
a throaty voice, two
drinks in, I wanted
a poem like this, hands
twisted sweaty
with praying, eyes
tight shut from
the light, I wanted
a poem that said
“it’s all been done, you’re
just sinkin ships son”
photographs, floating dead
in bathrooms, bedrooms
my sins pulling at
my coattails, i
wanted
a poem.
poem by Ben Paynter
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Red Rain
Red rain is coming down
Red rain
Red rain is pouring down
Pouring down all over me
I am standing up at the waters edge in my dream
I cannot make a single sound as you scream
It cant be that cold, the ground is still warm to touch
This place is so quiet, sensing that storm
Red rain is coming down
Red rain
Red rain is pouring down
Pouring down all over me
Well Ive seen them buried in a sheltered place in this town
They tell you that this rain can sting, and look down
There is no blood around see no sign of pain
Hay ay ay no pain
Seeing no red at all, see no rain
Red rain is coming down
Red rain
Red rain is pouring down
Pouring down all over me
Red rain-
Putting the pressure on much harder now
To return again and again
Just let the red rain splash you
Let the rain fall on your skin
I come to you defences down
With the trust of a child
Red rain is coming down
Red rain
Red rain is pouring down
Pouring down all over me
And I cant watch any more
No more denial
Its so hard to lay down in all of this
Red rain is coming down
Red rain is pouring down
Red rain is coming down all over me
I see it
Red rain is coming down
Red rain is pouring down
Red rain is coming down all over me
Im bathing in it
Red rain coming down
Red rain is coming down
Red rain is coming down all over me
Im begging you
Red rain coming down
Red rain coming down
Red rain coming down
Red rain coming down
Over me in the red red sea
Over me
Over me
Red rain
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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A poem, a thankyou, a surrender, a gathering tear
You know how it is, too?
you write a poem, it means
more than anything to you
while you’re writing it, and when you’ve
just finished it; then
you tremble for it, for yourself;
and it’s a bit like – I imagine –
the shadow of having to give up your child
for adoption… you look away,
close your eyes, walk fast out of the door,
looking back without your eyes…
then just one person, that’s
all it needs, says they like it…
and you read your poem with
a new warmth, as if
someone adopted it,
had it christened;
and it smiled.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Coming Home
Ive not been home
For so many years
And I did not regret being gone
Please tell me when did we talk
And when did we show
That we do care for something called love
Oh no, dont you despair now
Im as grown up as can be
Cant you forget everything
And this time listen to me
Im coming home - home
Im coming home - why dont you help me
Im coming home - home
Im coming home - why dont you love me
Its time to remember
What weve done together
I guess it is more than we know
And we should be open
And turn back the wheels
As far as we can go
I know I am your son
And everything else dont seem real
I want you back like never before
I cant take another goodbye
Im coming home - home
Im coming home - please, cant you be there
Im coming home - home
Im coming home - please, dont you leave me
Whats dones done - Im your son
Ive been hurt by your lies
I want peace after all
Thats why I want you to let me come home
Im coming home - home
Im coming home - lets fight together
Im coming home - home
Im coming home - Ive so much to tell you
Home - Im coming home
Im coming home - time heals the scars of the past
Im coming home
Im coming home - to be by your side
Im coming home - Im coming home
Im coming home - Ive so much to tell you
Im coming home - Im coming home,............
song performed by by U. D. O.
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