When The Poem Returns Life Returns
WHEN THE POEM RETURNS LIFE RETURNS
When the poem returns life returns
There is enthusiasm and exuberance again
There is something to live for
And dreams are dreams
And hopes give hope-
When the poem returns life returns
And I begin again here
As if there is some sense after all
In writing and living again.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Poem I Most Love
THE POEM I MOST LOVE
The poem I most love
Was written to me by my dreams
Long before I was born
It did not know its name
But came from somewhere else deep inside
The beyond of God-
I do not know its name
I can only feel and hear it again and again
When the music of some other time
Some other life I lived once and have lost
Returns to me.
The poem I most love
Is the life which has been
And will never come again
Seeing it and hearing it
I know we human beings are dreams and dreams again always dreams
And never ever to be finally at peace and true
But longing and longing for what we were and not were
What we lived and did not live
What we will never be again
And always are.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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As a dog returns to his vomit, so a fool returns to his folly.
Rap
early morn
the poet rises.
Words at night
that had no rap
reveal at dawn
surprises.
Melody returns.
Dimmed by days advance,
song returns to morning,
words begin to dance.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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We Go On In Unknown Ways To Ourselves
WE GO ON IN UNKNOWN WAYS TO OURSELVES
We go on in unknown ways to ourselves
A poet may be
Days and months and even years
Without poetry.
When Poetry returns to us
It is a holiday inside
Suddenly one is alive again
The words of feeling come.
When Poetry returns to us
We begin to be again
Oh life without poetry is not Love
And life in Poetry is.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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A Poem I Could Not Write All Day/ Suddenly Came To Me
A POEM I COULD NOT WRITE ALL DAY
A poem I could not write all day
Suddenly came to me
Near to twilight.
A quiet poem and yet a hopeful one.
When a loved one returns from a long journey
We are happy.
Thank God again and again and again
Thank God.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Ballade Of Autumn
We built a castle in the air,
In summer weather, you and I,
The wind and sun were in your hair, -
Gold hair against a sapphire sky:
When Autumn came, with leaves that fly
Before the storm, across the plain,
You fled from me, with scarce a sigh -
My Love returns no more again!
The windy lights of Autumn flare:
I watch the moonlit sails go by;
I marvel how men toil and fare,
The weary business that they ply!
Their voyaging is vanity,
And fairy gold is all their gain,
And all the winds of winter cry,
'My Love returns no more again!'
Here, in my castle of Despair,
I sit alone with memory;
The wind-fed wolf has left his lair,
To keep the outcast company.
The brooding owl he hoots hard by,
The hare shall kindle on thy hearth-stane,
The Rhymer's soothest prophecy,--
My Love returns no more again!
ENVOY.
Lady, my home until I die
Is here, where youth and hope were slain:
They flit, the ghosts of our July,
My Love returns no more again!
poem by Andrew Lang
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When the Lavender Returns
As cold as ice
Wrapped round your brain
And darkness unfolds
You’re breathing in pain
It’s been freezing here
In this Land of Shattered Dreams
It’s been freezing here
This corrupted winter stings
It’s been freezing here
(Où est la Lavande?)
Your body can’t stay warm
(Où est la Lavande?)
It’s been freezing here
(Où est la Lavande?)
This cruel and criminal storm
(Où est la Lavande?)
But don’t give up
Don’t despair
Taste the hope
Floating through the air
When the lavender returns
It’ll warm your frozen bones
Vivid violet clothes
In their candy overtones
When the lavender returns
It’ll race across the land
Rebel flower grows
In the palm of your free hand
If you look out your window
The ground’s parched and bare
If you call for your lover
She’s no longer there
If you ponder your life
Well, it feels like a wreck
And your failures are scars
You can never forget
As leaves turn brown
Sky fades to grey
You’re feeling the drought
The end of the day
It’s been lonely here
In this World of Fallen Souls
It’s been lonely here
With nowhere left to go
But don’t give up
Don’t despair
Taste the hope
Floating through the air
When the lavender returns
It’ll warm your frozen bones
Vivid violet clothes
In their candy overtones
When the lavender returns
(Où est la Lavande?)
It’ll race across the land
(Où est la Lavande?)
Rebel flower grows
(Où est la Lavande?)
In the palm of your free hand
(Où est la Lavande?)
When the lavender returns
(Où est la Lavande?)
It’ll warm your frozen bones
(Où est la Lavande?)
Vivid violet clothes
(Où est la Lavande?)
In their candy overtones
(Où est la Lavande?)
poem by Catman Cohen
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The Poem Comes/ Of A Longing
THE POEM COMES /OF A LONGING
The Poem comes
Of a longing
Deeper than we are
Out of what
We can never know
As sound alone.
The Music whose Essence
Is beyond dreaming
And which returns always
To the depth
Of what Memory
Might be
Even should we have been born
more than once.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Where Does A Poem Begin?
WHAT DOES A POEM MEAN?
Where does a poem begin
And where does a life end
And what does it all mean?
The life the poem who and what we are
The stars will go on until they burn out and die in a time we will never see
The earth itself will go until it dies in the heat given by a dying sun.
All things lovely and beautiful
Grass and trees and lilacs and cities of love and people who care for each other
All good and great things-
Greater poems by far than this will forever not be
And music that makes the heart and mind more sublime.
All is vanity of vanity says the preacher.
Though not because it all returns to what it was
And repeats without end what it will continue to be
But because once and only once
Even our Universe will die.
Oh time oh life oh love oh peace
Oh words that try to mean
And cannot stay more than our own small instant of hearing and fearing
Death is our name
Death death death.
God forgive me
Only You can save us.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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A Life Of Love
The day is gone
A light is shattered
My heart falling to the ground
The love so cold it hurts to breathe
I fear my love is gone for good
My life splits, i start to bleed
A light in the distance calls my name
I see my baby in the sky
Our hearts collide my love returns
My bleeding heart begins to heal
At the heart love begins and ends
One day ended my life is gone
A night begins my life returns
poem by Kerrie Maurer
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The Poem I Wrote Yesterday/ The Poem I Write Today
THE POEM I WROTE YESTERDAY/THE POEM I WRITE TODAY
The poem I wrote yesterday
The poem I write today
The poem I will write tomorrow
What do they all mean?
Life goes on
Even my life will go on for a time
Without them.
True they give me hope now
But hope is another kind of delusion-
Creature of hopes and dreams delusions and poems
I go on now writing another poem hoping that you somewhere
Will want to know and read and remember it.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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A Poem Is Just A Poem
a poem is just a poem and if it is just a poem
it must be just a poem just like another poem
a poem is nothing but just a poem otherwise
it cannot be my poem; it may speak about
anything, or something, or about everything,
but my poem is just a poem just like anybody's
poem, which is just but a poem, like any other
poem, for a poem to be a poem it must just be
a poem: it has nothing to do with my love, and death
my life, or bliss, but as i have told you, once, twice
thrice, eat some rice, and be that wise, a poem is
just a poem, just like your poem. Why do you insist
on asking, what is happening to me? I am not a
poem, for i am but just the composer of the poem,
need i tell you again, that a poem is just a poem?
just like any other poem, which is just a poem
it is just a voice in my head that i have heard
someone comes and speaks and i listen so
this poem is not actually my poem but the poem
of someone else's: theirs not mine, from a mind.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tell Me That Love Returns
Tell me that love returns
to break the silent waves of pain;
those large imperious waves of pain
in the vast ocean of sorrow.
Tell me that love returns
to catch the falling stars;
those bright imperious sparks of stars
withing the vast sky of sorrow.
Tell me that love returns
to mend this broken heart;
this shattered, broken, wounded heart
in the vast soul of sorrow.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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All Through The Night I Longed For A Poem
ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT I LONGED FOR A POEM
All through the night I longed for a poem
I could not write-
I waited to hear it inside
But I could not write it-
I needed a poem so much
And it did not come-
In the morning I sat down
And began to write-
The words came-
I felt I meant something again
As I write this now
Who I am returns to me.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Measure For Measure
What you give you shall receive, unaltered or
The Karma you put into the universe returns unaltered…I believe
Love and you shall be loved
Hate and you shall be hated
Plant fear and you shall live with fear
Judge and you shall be judged
Smile and you shall receive smiles
Help and you shall be helped
Hug and you shall be hugged
Be the best person you can; in return other become the best they can
Carry the truth with you and you shall be met with the truth
Follow your bliss and you shall be met by paradise!
I wrote this poem (9/3/09) after reading: Steven SRS poem “This I believe” (I wrote this poem in 10 minutes- no editing, some thing I never do. I write and rewrite)
poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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Somewhere From The Silence I Hear A Poem
Somewhere from the Silence I hear a poem
And it soothes and calms me
And teaches me now
How beautiful these quiet days are
Long after the war has been done
And the wounds have been healed
And calm has returned
Somewhere long after the battle has ended
And the rest time comes
A dream returns
Of living again
Of going out to face the world
As if for the first time
In the long long silence
After the war
Life can begin again.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Live From Poem To Poem
I LIVE FROM POEM TO POEM
I live from poem to poem-
Each poem gives its meaning to my life
In the time of its writing
I live from poem to poem-
I am living now
Standing in the sun
On Rashbag St
On my way home
After a mission
I failed to complete
as if I somehow know how to live in my poems
better than I can in all the practical duties of my life.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Leave Me
Music :michael schenker, rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine, wolfgang dziony, lothar heimberg
Im lost
Woman leave my life
Woman be so kind
Woman well you know
Well you know
Yeah, well you know
Zero in returns
Zero shes my girl
Woman well you know
Well you know
Yeah, well you know
Zero in returns
Zero shes my girl
Woman well you know
Well you know
Yeah, well you know
song performed by by Scorpions
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In The Ocean of Sense
In the Ocean of sense
thoughts flow in its depth
has no beginning no ending
something mind and brain hail
Tries with the ladder
travels far and far
runs like a horse here to there
When finds something of interests
returns to its dwelling abode
takes a chair with cheering face
If found nothing in the Ocean
returns being tired of haze
even in sleeping keeps open its race
Soul pours sense and sense sails thoughts
thought sails mind to be with that
all are with instinct thoughts need to ride
at last in the Ocean swims pride.
poem by Braja Lal Devnath
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Theocracy
Denial comes in handy
Responsibility is ugly
But the rule always stands
What comes up goes down.
What man sows, he reaps.
All good returns with good
In the end we come to grip
To where our actions stood.
Evil returns the poison
Corrupting the character
Robbing man of reason
And ushers in disaster.
January 30,2010
Tarlac City
Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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