A Man Walks Slowly/ When He Has Nowhere Special To Go
A man walks slowly
When he has nowhere special to go-
A man walks slowly
And has the time to look around
The flowers, the trees,
His own memories his dreams-
He walks slowly
And enjoys his walking-
Who knows how much longer
He will be able to go on walking?
He walks slowsly
He has nowhere special to go-
He enjoys the morning light
He is at home with the world and happy-
He walks slowly
And is at home wherever he goes-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Poet Walks Slowly
THE POET WALKS SLOWLY
The poet walks slowly
The dream of the world surrounds him
As Light.
He stops to write
And the words open up happily,
As if the morning and the fresh breeze
Were all there need be
Of God’s Soul.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Walks in the Rain
My walks in the rain
Have meaning
Its quite
Soothing
Relaxful
My walks in the rain
Are meant for only me
I walk in the puddles
And wish for things i want
My walks in the rain
Are special to me
No other i know
Enjoys the meaning of them
My walks in the rain
Are only for me
poem by Joelstine Gonzaga
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A Man Walks Slowly To His Own Grave
A man walks slowly to his own grave
And whether he stops or runs,
A man walks slowly to his own grave
wherever he is,
whatever he does,
A man walks surely to his own grave.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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A Song Of Spring
The Spring comes slowly up this way,
Slowly, slowly,
Under a snood of hodden grey.
The black and white for her array,
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
Where is her green that was so gay?
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
Unto a world too sick for May,
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
Where are the lads that used to play?
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
She has no heart for holiday,
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
The trees are out in Heaven they say.
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up our way.
poem by Katharine Tynan
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Walking Man
Moving in silent desperation
Keeping an eye on the holy land
A hypothetical destination
Say, who is this waliking man?
Well, the leaves have come to turning
And the goose has gone to fly
And bridges are for buning
So dont you let that yearning
Pass you by
Walking man, walking man walks
Well, any other man stops and talks
But the walking man walks
Well the frost is on the pumpkin
And the hay is in the barn
An pappys come to rambling on
Stumbling around drunk
Down on the farm
And the walking man walks
Doesnt know nothing at all
Any other man stops and talks
But the walking man walks on by
Walk on by
Most everybodys got seed to sow
It aint always easy for a weed to grow, oh no
So he dont hoe the row for no one
Oh for sure hes always missing
And something is never quite right
Ah, but who would want to listen to you
Kissing his existence good night
Walking man walk on by my door
Well, any other man stops and talks
But not the walking man
Hes the walking man
Born to walk
Walk on walking man
Well now, would he have wings to fly
Would he be free
Golden wings against the sky
Walking man, walk on by
So long, walking man, so long
song performed by by James Taylor
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An Old Man Is A Tired Man
AN OLD MAN IS A TIRED MAN
An old man is a tired man
His song is a quiet song
He walks slowly
Wherever he goes.
Yet the Night he walks into says to him,
‘There is Light here too’
And the Relief a Breeze may give
After too sunstrong days.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Brand New Sunrise
City wins another fight
To take the day into the nite
My shadows been around for too long
Daylight understands me, the part thats not alone
Hide n seek they try to be discreet
Moonlight walks with me, sunset talks to me
But all I want from you is a brand new sunsrise
Silently keeping what they are keeping
Moonclouds are flocking, streetlamps mockin
Time to work it out somehow
But the day whispers someone
The nite moves so slowly
He wont take it out on his head
Nite walks away with the summer
Day gives into the fall
Moonlite walks with me
Sunset talks to me
But all I want from you is a brand new sunrise
song performed by by Wet Wet Wet
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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From the biography of an unknown woman: II
She has chosen no path
She's simply put on one
Hazardous and full of
Pitfalls
Avalanches
Landslides
Tre nches
Pebbles and
Boulders too
Yet she walks on
Like a little girl on a treasure hunt
Still expecting to find a treasure
And
She walks on with cuts and bruises
Like a walking raw wound
She patiently walks on...
12apr2010
13.23hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Get Back In Line
Facing the world aint easy when there isnt anything going
Standing at the corner waiting watching time go by
Will I go to work today or shall I bide my time
cos when I see that union man walking down the street
Hes the man who decides if I live or I die, if I starve, or I eat
Then he walks up to me and the sun begins to shine
Then he walks right past and I know that Ive got to get back in the line
Now I think of what my mamma told me
She always said that it would never ever work out
But all I want to do is make some money
And bring you home some wine
For I dont ever want you to see me
Standing in that line
cause that union mans got such a hold over me
Hes the man who decides if I live or I die, if I starve, or I eat
Then he walks up to me and the sun begins to shine
Then he walks right past and I know that Ive got to get back in the line
song performed by by Kinks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Thorns bury shallowly into one who walks slowly. Thorns bury deeply into one who walks fast.
The Weirdo
As he happily walks down the street
Clapping his hands and shuffling his feet,
Smiling at the people as they walk by
While nodding is head and telling them hi.
Many people laugh and call him a name
So he turns around and walks away in shame,
He knows that he is different and his mind is slow
But why he asks himself, 'am I such a weirdo'.
He meets a pretty woman so he tries to flirt
She laughs at him and gives him more pain to hurt,
She tells him there is something wrong with him
And that he is odd and different than other men.
So he gives her a flower and he sadly walks home
As that is his only solitude when he is alone,
He wonders why she enjoy giving him pain and woe
Then he hates himself; for being such a weirdo.
He dreams nightly that he is like everyone else
But then when he awakes he knows he is himself,
He looks in his mirror and notices what he sees
A very good person that enjoys being happy.
He lives that life until the day that he dies
Never hurts or uses anyone or lived by lies,
God looks and judges that very mans soul
He then says to him, 'son you were never a weirdo'.
RANDY L. McCLAVE
poem by Randy McClave
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When Rivers Run Again Like Children
your doubt
cannot be erased by the loud music from the fm radio
or the non-stop tv
or the addiction that you put on facebook
not even poetry
can cure it completely
there is one thing
about
peregrination
these walks at night under the moon
passing by those owls
the walks following morning
upon grasses still wet with dew
day slowly unfolding
light curtains
blades of rice plants
worshiping the sun
birds migrating and finding
places to feed their young
it is at this moment when you finally
locate those missing items
remembering those that trigger the
finding of meanings
hope in another light
inspiration rushing like a waterfall from the top
of your hair
your head full again with memories
rivers run again
like children
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Shoes Without Heels
This love of mine is packed with stepping stone
These shoes are made for walking in reverse
In the dead of night, you tiptoe out and leave me all alone
Putting on your satin slip-ons and your sultry french cologne.
Shes wearing shoes without heels.
Shes walking over the floor.
Shes walking all over me
Weirder therein, you know how it feels
When she walks right out of the door.
Well, I thought that I was bigger than this town
I thought Id spend a pace and go the distance
But she picked me out, she used me up, and then she put me down
Now Im driven til Im crying, or Im dreaming til I drown.
Shes wearing shoes without heels.
Shes walking over the floor.
Shes walking all over me
Weirder therein, you know how it feels
When she walks right out of the door.
While youre busy packing underwear and other worthless trinkets,
Spare a thought for worthless men who drag on women like theyre
Cigarettes, cause you watch him walk away from you
While he gets down and deals
Oh, hell watch you walk away without heels
Oh, you think that hes a fool to tolerate
All the liberty you cherish and you roughly take
But to watch your love turn slowly from indifference to hate
Would hurt him more than any heart that you might care to break.
Shes wearing shoes without heels.
Shes walking over the floor.
Shes walking all over you
But when shes finished, I know (? )
When she walks right back through the door.
song performed by by Elvis Costello
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Soul Less
And he walks soul less.
the past dark and endless.
skeltons we all have.
his always whispering.
And he walks soul less.
Grass green, but he cant smell it.
sky blue but he cant see it
life wonderess. but he has forgotten.
And he walks soul less.
Towards a destiny he cant avoid
a destiny he fears he created.
a destiny paid for in spades.
And he walks soul less
Scared, broken, unloved, shamed.
the ground all his eyes now ponder.
a man in body only.
And he walks soul less
poem by Vincent Armone
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Barman
Bar man walks up
Chews
puts something behind the bar
a pen -still- behind his ear
walks back
He bends down
comes up with a bottle
flips it
walks round a corner
poem by Michael Oliver
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She Walks...
She walks in beauty in my Dreams
She dances across the shadows of my mind
As the moonlight beams
Upon two souls entwined
All through the day and into the night
She walks in beauty in my dreams
In my memory, I hold her tight
Safe in my arms, sheltered from the screams
In the shadows my mind does teem
My thoughts my dreams, she does invade
She walks in beauty in my dreams
Across my heart in an endless parade
Love cascading, exploding in a brilliant flare
Flowing like a mountain stream
Until I am left with my dreams and where
She walks in beauty in my dreams
JPM 2/11/2008
In fifth Avenue
In the mornings I see Jane passing
and how she walks away,
in the street
and gets smaller and smaller in the distance
The lingering afternoon hours
slowly past
and the postman
draws the barking dogs,
before he rides leisurely
away with his bicycle.
When the sun gets low in the late afternoon
and I park behind the house,
I hear a gate opening
and she greets while she walks by.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Ceiling
he walks down
and i walk up
he walks down
and i walk up
he walks down
and i walk up
we look into each
other and that's
just what we do
everyday
poor me
when am i induced
to be another
racist
he walks down
and i walk up
he walks down
and i walk u
that's what we do
day after day
letting our eyes
do the poor talking
whose fault?
whose fault?
i keep asking
the ceiling
in the nights
why why why?
i ask the ceiling
the answer comes
back in an overhanging
overbearing wordliness
the ceiling
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Wizard
Misty morning, clouds in the sky
Without warning, the wizard walks by
Casting his shadow, weaving his spell
Funny clothes, tinkling bell
Never talking
Just keeps walking
spreading his magic
Evil power disappears
Demons worry when the wizard is near
He turns tears into joy
Everyone's happy when the wizard walks by
Never talking
Just keeps walking
spreading his magic
Sun is shining, clouds have gone by
All the people give a happy sigh
He has passed by, giving his sign
Left all the people feeling so fine
Never talking
Just keeps walking
spreading his magic
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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Wizard
Misty morning, clouds in the sky
Without warning, the wizard walks by
Casting his shadow, weaving his spell
Funny clothes, tinkling bell
Never talking
Just keeps walking
Spreading his magic
Evil power disappears
Demons worry when the wizard is near
He turns tears into joy
Everyones happy when the wizard walks by
Never talking
Just keeps walking
Spreading his magic
Sun is shining, clouds have gone by
All the people give a happy sigh
He has passed by, giving his sign
Left all the people feeling so fine
Never talking
Just keeps walking
Spreading his magic
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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