When Weaving Stopped
The grain of wood
was nuanced for naked aggression.
The groping could not find
the plasma.
Some non-believers were
deemed insane
by rust-tainted smiles
of shimmering stars.
Defiant was the crushed
grass after caressing
the moon in lonely
night.
The fine truth passed
through the comb falling on
salt. The sky will not
listen to the dust.
poem by Satish Verma
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Simple Truth Stands Along
… some people
you know all your life; some most of your life;
still others, a short time in your life.
his life was so simple and true that
he would want to be spoken of
without fancy words or poetic
meters and rhymes.
His truth laid out one knife,
a salt shakers...simply put,
Individual bags of
Mac’s salt and pepper, one plastic
knife and fork-couldn't waste time
figuring out what to do with silver in twos-
one napkin-or his sleeve was just fine,
one glass- filled with air… don’t care,
lacking candlelight in the shadows still dust.
Simplicity and truth alone and naked…
Almedia S Knight (ASK)
In memory of an elderly neighbor (lived alone)
recently passed away.
poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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Its Lonely
Written by orbison/melson
Every sleepy dawn wakes to find you gone,and its lonely.
All my sunny days, laugh and run away, its lonely.
(oh so lonely)
The sun dont really shine,its lonely.
Always to remind me that its only another day,
To feel this way.its lonely.lonely.
I am lonely all the time, youre not mine.
Without you I find,its lonely.
Each new starry sky, smiles and says goodbye,its lonely.
Dreams we used to share tell me you dont care, its lonely.
The moon has lost its glow, its lonely.
It is there to show me that its only another night,
I cant hold you tight, its lonely.lonely.
I know why I cry, for all the world to see.
Youre not here with me. its lonely,lonely,lonely.
Transcribed by alberto
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Morning (Poem From The Movie Il Postino)
Naked, you are simple as one of your hands,
smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round:
you have moon-lines, apple-pathways:
naked, you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.
Naked, you are blue as a night in Cuba;
you have vines and stars in your hair;
naked, you are spacious and yellow
as summer in a golden church.
Naked, you are tiny as one of your nails-
curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
and you withdraw to the underground world,
as if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores:
your clear light dims, gets dressed - drops its leaves-
and becomes a naked hand again
song performed by by Sting
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Fallen Petals
for one thing i do not know the name
of this sea flower falling from a very lushy
tree whose leaves reach to the sands
as though kissing salt and silence
it is a big flower with pink lines
following the sides
the stamens are long and
scented like a woman with perfume
on her hair
alone in the night she walks
towards a cave
of cascading desire and there
he is waiting naked
the flowers keep on falling
the petals crushed
the night is silent
and well scented
the shadows fuse and then
they were lost in total darkness
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Paperback
' dust at the side of the road '
the story writes itself
in however how many pages it may take
it can feel your pulse-rate rise
and enters through your skin
it is a very fine dust
slides easy off the page
then grain by grain by grain
it burrows deeper in
poem by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady
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Falling Down
falling down poets,
falling down rain,
falling down reactors,
falling down planes.
hollow men with masks,
hollow dreams, hollow drugs.
hollow patriots, hollow Jesus,
hollow bodies, hollow hugs.
drunk men drunk on power,
drunk preachers drunk on salvation.
drunk drivers lost in the night,
drunk politicians annebriate the nation.
lonely men carry the biggest guns,
lonely children follow behind.
lonely widows blame themselves,
lonely lovers lose their mind.
truth slaps against the glass,
truth breaks down the door.
truth never compromises....
truth kisses the vagabond,
..... and weds the whore....
truth breaks the greedy man,
.... burns down the house,
and feeds the poor!
falling down poets...
falling down rain.
falling down illusions,
falling down pain.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Falling
Roy orbison
Im falling, Im falling
Falling in love with you
Baby, come closer closer to me, and listen listen so carefully
Remember all the nights that I told you that I loved you
It wasnt true,i used you,and you were just someone new
To thrill this lonely heart of mine
I was lying all the time
Pretending to be falling in love with you
But its different now, Ive kissed you now
So forgive me forgive me somehow
Hold me tight for tonight, then tell me truth
If you still love me, say that you love me
Dont leave me now
Now that Im falling for you
Im falling, Im falling
Falling in love, falling in love with you
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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The Moon Does Not Regret Her Winter
The moon does not regret her winter,
Or the torn strands of gray chiffon
That cover her face tonight.
As this dew shelters the dry grass like tears,
And shadows of dark leaves
Wait to wither into morning,
The moon fades,
A goddess,
Empty of desire or light.
No, the moon does not regret
This burial of love.
In the coldness of her solitude,
She will not weep tears of rust,
Or betray herself with petty despair.
The moon does not regret dust,
Or the accumulation of her years,
Or this sadness beneath salt, beneath bone.
She has her own time and place,
that which is eternal surrounds her.
When full, she is round and cold
and then she narrows, changes into perfect crescent.
You were like the moon, I never understood
the subtle ways in which you changed.
I only know that like the moon at crescent,
I, too, have lost three-quarters of myself.
poem by Velene Campbell
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Another Lonely Night With You
another lonely night with you
we speak to distant stars
we think they know us
and we think they listen
another lonely night we gaze
upon the moon we feel the warmth
of its lunatic light inside our hearts
we keep looking up and not looking
on our eyes we do not feel what
warmth we have on our very side
another lonely night with you
how can i ever tell that i do not love you?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stargazer Miss Me Not
Lying on the grass tonight
Gazing up at the stars
I remember when I was a child
The words you spoke to me
Whenever you are sad and lonely
Just look up at the moon
And I will look at it also
Then you will not be alone
Come dry your tears on the stars
And dance in the moon rays
And when the sun it starts to wake
You know you’re not alone,
So my darling miss me not
For I am wherever the moon is
And wherever the moon is
That’s where you are
and that’s where I’ll be too.
poem by Charlotte Murray
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I'm Doin' Alright
Whoo!
I got a spot in the country.
I got a dog in the yard.
I got a beat-up Chevy:
Rust kinda rough but she starts.
I got my Grandaddy's shotgun:
I can shoot pretty good.
I got a nice little garden of weeds,
Tucked back up in the wood.
An' I'm doin all right, livin' my life:
You got yours an' I got mine.
Yeah, it may not look like much to you,
But it's simple an' it suits me fine.
Yeah, the sound of the rain an' a lonely old train:
Listen to that engine whine.
'Cause I am what I am an' I sleep good at night,
An' I'm doin' alright.
I got a front porch for pickin',
I got a National guitar.
I got some lightnin' for sippin':
I've had about a jar.
I got a pretty old lady,
She's good at stretchin' a dime.
In this little corner a-heaven mister,
We have a helluva time.
An' I'm doin all right, livin' my life:
You got yours an' I got mine.
Yeah, it may not look like much to you,
But it's simple an' it suits me fine.
Yeah, the sound of the rain an' a lonely old train:
Listen to that engine whine.
Yeah, I am what I am an' I don't give a damn,
An' I'm doin' alright.
Instrumental Break.
All the rats in the city,
Are livin' out of a box.
They look down their nose, at my life, I suppose,
An' I just laugh my country ass off.
Yeah, I'm doin all right, livin' my life:
You got yours an' I got mine.
Yeah, it may not look like much to you,
But it's simple an' it suits me fine.
Yeah, the sound of the rain an' a lonely old train:
Listen to that engine whine.
'Cause I am what I am an' I sleep good at night,
An' I'm doin' alright.
Yeah, I'm doin' alright.
Doin' alright!
song performed by by Van Zant
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Our Paranoia
the uncured disease of mankind had always been
that the earth is the center of the universe
that man is at the center of all these
that he is loved by the skies and the seas and the mountains
that i am the center of your attraction
or that i have loved you truly too
these are the demands of illusions
the sun is just one of the thousand stars
though it may be true that it is the center of our universe
that you may have loved me truly and i may think that i am the only
star in your universe
how hopeless can i be thinking that way
when the truth is just i am just a dust, a speck of this vast space of dusts
one night i stand in the middle of the grass and looked at the stars
i feel so far and so tiny just like Venus that planet that glitters in the north.
human love is as small as a grain of sand, yet somehow we imagine that
as a Saturn in the planetary system.
i am not saying the truth that indeed we are nothing but an empty sigh.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tonight Will Be Fine
Sometimes I find I get to thinking of the past.
We swore to each other then that our love would surely last.
You kept right on loving, I went on a fast,
Now I am too thin and your love is too vast.
But I know from your eyes
And I know from your smile
That tonight will be fine,
Will be fine, will be fine, will be fine
For a while.
I choose the rooms that I live in with care,
The windows are small and the walls almost bare,
Theres only one bed and theres only one prayer;
I listen all night for your step on the stair.
But I know from your eyes
And I know from your smile
That tonight will be fine,
Will be fine, will be fine, will be fine
For a while.
Oh sometimes I see her undressing for me,
Shes the soft naked lady love meant her to be
And shes moving her body so brave and so free.
If Ive got to remember thats a fine memory.
And I know from her eyes
And I know from her smile
That tonight will be fine,
Will be fine, will be fine, will be fine
For a while.
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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Dead Stars
dead stars
dead stars
do not shine
they are dead
and the twinklings are
gone
dead stars
all dead
falling to the sea
the moon grieves
stars are
moon's princesses
her diamonds
on her motherly bosom
dead stars
fall to the sea
they refuse
to die
they now live in the sea as starfishes having fallen from the skies
one dark, lonely, evening
of my life
seastars, name them sweetly
but starfishes to the most common fishermen here who make love
to the stinky fish vendors
for once tonight
the moon spreads to a certain fulness of emptiness
trying to hold
seastars
(they are called starfishes by children who smell salt
and rotten sea urchins chasing hemit crabs on the shore
they are burned by the sun
but they already know how to keep themselves safe
they know how to feed themselves
with squids those that sparkle at night in the shallow parts
of the sea)
trying to kiss
them
in fact,
yes the starfishes, all they have are memories of the stars
and they now hide
among the corals and the electric eels
regrets and remorse are always late and they always murmur it to
the oceanfloors
after their fall and no one wants to hear
everyone is busy feeding and escaping away from one another
here in the deeper part of the marine blue seas...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cant Find Love
Cant find love
Cant find love
Cant find love
Cant find love
When there is nothing to believe in
Biting on the lonely bullet
cause you
Cant find love
Counting all the heartless stars
At night
One by one
Try to keep your heart from breakin
cause you
Cant find love
Tasting all the tears you cry
At night
One by one
When there is nothing to believe in
You cant find love all alone
You cant find love all alone
Running through the sleepless
Nights cause you
Cant find love
Cry away the lonesome day
cause you
Cant find love
Crowded into solitary with the
Lonesome ones
Love could set your heart on fire if it
Would return
With something you can believe in
You cant find love all alone
You cant find love all alone
Find love, find love
Well, come on
Find love, find love
Well, come on -- well, come on
You cant find love all alone
You cant find love all alone
Walk fine talk fine do it if it feels
Fine but dont say no
Walk fine talk fine do it if it feels
Fine but dont say no
Fat ass no class so bad shell never
Pass but dont say no
Slow kind fast kind do it till it
Wrecks your mind but dont say no
Take some make some do it till you
Make her come but dont say no
Inside outside no one gets a free ride
But dont say no
My time your time
song performed by by Jefferson Starship
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Sonnet XXVII: Naked You Are As Simple as one of your Hands
Naked, you are simple as one of your hands,
Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round:
You have moonlines, applepathways:
Naked, you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.
Naked, you are blue as the night in Cuba;
You have vines and stars in your hair;
Naked, you are spacious and yellow
As summer in a golden church.
Naked, you are tiny as one of your nails,
Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
And you withdraw to the underground world,
as if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores:
Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves,
And becomes a naked hand again.
poem by Pablo Neruda
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Symphony for the night
Close your eyes
let me sing you a song of the night
When the sky is dark,
And sweet cold winds blows,
Dream it for me,
let your heart sleep,
To wander in magic,
Flying trough sea of stars that shimmering
Let the moon smiles,
Greeting you trough the sky,
Let the clouds go with you,
Let us sail trough the night!
Let them,
Let the stars, blanketing your night sleep
Let the wind, blowing for your dreams
Let the symphony in, filling your heart,
Putting you, a good sleep trough the night,
Lei it be,
Dream, oh dream it for me,
Till the dawn, let you sleep.
Come To My WIndow
Climbing the stairs to the window sitter
With brown eyes that twinkle and glitter
Louder than the shimmering moon over yonder
Gazing at her, for the heart is fonder
My dear princess, Rumpelstiltskin
With a golden locks that spring
From your crowning glittering nest
Golden twigs that fall off in zest
With an Alice band that pulls the locks
As your shadow falls over across
The moon smiles at the glimmering beauty
As the stars in a jealous rage seek mutiny
For an earthly star that glitters like gold
Springing light in to the galaxy's fold
You gaze with your luminescent getaways
At the vast oceans of space in our own milky way
Come to the window my love, for night breaks
Plant a million windy kisses for the skies are awake
For the glittering dwarfs to bow at a giant at heart
For the night to coast, for a starry renaissance to start
As the moon and stars see the flying kisses
Murmurs and whispers lingering in hisses
Jealousy parts for goodwill to prosper
As the stars line up for an earthly caper
With my lass leading the way, dear Rumpelstiltskin
With glittering getaways, tresses and skin
Gazing at the stars on a cold windy night
As the stars explode in to an extravaganza of light
Now the galaxy is filled with light abound
A goddess gazing from a window on a tower mound
As stars line up to fall down from the sky
Shooting to a window from their celestial high
The night embraces a fiesta of color
As stars fall to a window on a lonely tower
Rumpelstiltskin smiles and hold her hand out
To embrace a meteor shower coy she nought
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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How Are You Death?
on a lonely night like this
on a lonely night like this
i envy the stars
i miss the moon and
the cool shadows of trees
on a lonely night like this
in the desert of my
dryness, i long for the rain
and the fog and the mist
on a lonely night like this
i begin to think
about you:
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Point Of View
Nothing is as it seems
No thing is as it is
We see nothing that we need to see
We see everything as they seem to be
Some things are as they're deemed
But really everything isn't what its
deemed to be
Sometimes no time seems the best time
But most times this time is the only time
'Be what you want to be', they say
Is what you want to be what you're
made to be?
Made to be? Huh?
'Aim for the sky and defy it'
A snail crawls his days and yet is what
he's made to be
What do you see when you look at me?
Wait, again I ask
What do you think you see when you
look at me?
That's true, you've never really looked at
me
I've never truly looked at you either
All that seems odd is even
Right is right, wrong is wrong, the
midway wrong
A suit and tie, a blouse and skirt
A shoulder broad, a smile broadened
To be like them, the greener grass
Things as they are, are not what they
are
All parade their lives allegedly being real
And alleging others fake
Give all a mask and they'll tell who
indeed they are
The past of a saint, the future of the
sinner
All evils hidden and intentions tucked in
He was a martyr and oh, a philanthropist
And seemed to all who saw all things
seemingly
A hero and a king
But from up above and from in within
Love was not in the mix
And all that really seemed something
Really, truly was nothing
'The building was on fire, my baby
inside
Where was God? , there is no God'
Inferences for the novice, truth founds
the wise
The night had fallen
All men stood with eyes sky-bound
Some adored the beauty of the stars
And some saw a full moon
A selected few a half-broken moon
While the rest cursed the darkness of
the night
It was the same night with the same
stars
One moon, one sky, all mortals, different
views
The pleasures of life swimming in
laughter
Are sought after in money
The treasures of life hidden in us
Are sought after in things
The marrow of life living in friendship
Is sought after in fame
The meaning of life glaring in love
Is sought after in questions
No one sees what is, we seek what
should be
Which being never made to be
Never will be.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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