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Words Of The Morning/Of The Distant Longing

WORDS OF THE MORNING/ OF THE DISTANT LONGING

Words of the morning
Of the distant longing
For the adventure of setting out again
For the sunlit road
And the long long way between
Where one is now
And where one will be tomorrow-

Words of the morning
For the long road
For the setting out again
Fpr the adventure of life
And the need to be somewhere different
From where one is now-

Words of the morning
For the long adventure
Inside as I sit writing this
Longing for the fresh air and the open road outside
Beyond my locked door.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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A Dapper Old Fellow

I know this old bloke in his eighties he is such a dapper old man
A batchelor and one without children he nears the end of his life span
Always well dressed and never unhappy with a full head of silver gray hair
As he walks down the street in the morning he whistles some happy old air
He has lived a life of adventure and to distant places he's been
And all of the World's great Cities and Landmarks of note he has seen
Now too old for distant travel but in him the longing does remain
For to travel roads he has not travelled the highways and the byways again
A dapper old fellow in his eighties for years he has lived on his own
And the good and not so good times in his life he has seen and has known
But time it is running out on him and the clock on his life it ticks on
And the wanderlust it is still in him though his better days are long over and gone
Yet a happier or nicer person one hardly could wish for to meet
And he whistles with the joy of living as he slowly walks down the street.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Still Drunk With Sleep

i woke up
with your hand
...on my longing...

from some distant sphere.
pulsing, throbbing, hoping,
till
...my
....heart
......broke,

and fell
....like
......morning
........dew,

on your eyelids,
..still drunk with sleep!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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We Can Make The Morning

(words & music by j. ramsey)
I just thought I heard a small voice crying
Looked again and saw that it was me
I feel like a little boy denying
That he fears the night cause he cant see
Then a larger thought said stop your crying
Dont be scared to search cause you may find
Fate holds out a candle for your footsteps
Time rolls back the shadows of your mind
Its a long, long lonely night
You can make the morning if you try
Its a long, long lonely night
Oh, we can make the morning if we try
Girl, we can make the morning you and i
Together, together, together
Loneliness is darkness first companion
Spend the night alone and faith may bend
Share it all and see how fear starts fading
Chase away the shadows with a friend
Dawns elusive light is just beginning
Now the day can push away the night
Dreams can make the sun feel much brighter
Hope creates a foothold for the light
Its a long, long lonely night
We can make the morning if we try
Its a long, long lonely night
We can make the morning if we try
Girl, we can make the morning you and i, oh
Together
Its a long, long lonely night
We can make the morning if we try
Its a long, long lonely night
We can make the morning if we try
Its a long, long lonely night
We can make the morning if we try

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Is There Still Longing In Paradise?

Is there still Longing in Paradise?
Or is there no Paradise without Longing?
In Longing we most feel alive-
And in Longing’s realization deepest live-
No life without longing-
Longing as Paradise
Longing as Poem.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Morning Glow

Morning glow morning glow
Starts to glimmer when you know
Winds of change are set to blow
And sweep this whole land through
Morning glow is long past due
Morning glow fill the earth
Come on shine far all youre worth
Well be present at the birth
Of all faith looking new
Morning glow is long past due
Oh oh morning glow
Id like to help you grow
You should have started long ago
Morning glow all days long
For we sing tomorrows song
Never knew we could be so strong
But now its very clear
Morning glow is almost here
Oh oh morning glow
Id like to help you grow
We should have started long ago
Morning glow all your life
We can make the new day right
All the bad songs of the night
Will fade into the past
Morning glow is here at last

song performed by by Michael Jackson
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New Adventures

Waking up each morning
starts a new adventure
as the day unfolds.
The miles we travel
always hold something different,
even the people we encounter.
Some are rude and arrogant,
but most are friendly
and will help a stranger
who passes their way.
Some even become
long distant friends
who you hope to meet
again and again,
as your days greet
new adventures throughout your life.

(11 July 2011)

poem by David Harris
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The Longing Is The Heart Of The Poem

THE LONGING IS THE HEART OF THE POEM

The longing is the heart of the poem
The longing for so much
Which will never be again-

The longing to be young again
To love again
In a true and deep way-

The longing for all the times and people
Who are not
And never will be again-

The longing which tells me again and again
How much we lose in merely living
How deep and rich life is
In time and ways and people
Beyond our ever remembering and recollecting fully-

The longing is for so much that is gone
For so much that will never be again-

Life itself is a longing for life itself
And life goes beyond itself in so many ways-

All the longing all my longing
Will never bring it back
even that
which is always here.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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A Winter Song (From, Lost Song Poems)

There's outside a winter's song
With frore and grayish earth,
We had the summer for so long
For what each day was worth;
I'll long for summer and spring
Each time the night gets cold,
When weather hollowly will sing
In winter so frosty and bold.

A flower so gracefully done
The winter's rose in my window,
I'll greet you gladly on and on
Cherish your pearl white afterglow;
I've often been in a moody down
When darker the short day comes,
Then I see frosty rose jewel crown
And know in the cold it blooms.

Winter romance and candle lights
Longing for green sweet earth,
Longing for clearings sky bright
And all what the day young's worth;
How can it touch the morning flame
The winter that's gray and dark,
Will not each color be there same
Without its golden morning spark.

poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Music of the Stars

(to Johnny Alegre)

I heard you first as I walked by
Abelardo Hall
The faint strains of a lead guitar
I just could not ignore

Quietly I entered
the large dim-lit hall
Soon I sat there feeling
What I've never felt before

It was the sound of longing
through the strings of your guitar
A man surrendering his heart
A traveller soul-searching
reaching for the stars
A prayer from the heart

You didn't know me back then
But I can tell you now
The music that possessed you
Took me in its power

For on that day a wayward flame
Touched my very soul
And to this day it haunts me still
A song from long ago

It was the sound of longing
though the strings of your guitar
That echoed the longing in my heart
I know I won't forget
That mystical guitar
That song of timeless distant stars

poem by Sonya Florentino
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Feelings Of A Fiancee

A fiancee, longing for her lover
who had gone to a distant place to earn,
To come back and embrace her, feels as follows:

While I see him again
After longing for him to come to me,
I don't find his faults and mischief;

While I don't see him for some time,
I don't see nothing but his faults
And mischief!

poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Living Is Longing

LIVING IS LONGING

Living is longing
And in old age
Longing is for the longing of youth
Of ‘only just begun’ of ‘so many roads ahead’.
Longing is for when we had no limit to our dream and hope.

And now
When Sadness sees how little we have made of all those roads
And how many small sordid corners we remain trapped in-
When Sadness is Regret
we can never live such beginning again-

I look quietly at my wife’s small grandchildren
And take Hope

Believing they too will find
Something of
Beauty and Love
on long roads
of their own.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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There Was A Poem Long Ago

THERE WAS A POEM LONG AGO

There was a poem long ago
A poem of youth and hope
Now there are other poems
Poems of age and sorrow.
There was a poem once
Of love – and happiness in love
Now there is a poem of lovelessness
And sadness.
There was a poem once
Of the long and distant open road
Now there is a poem of the dead end.
There was a poem once
That believed in Poetry
Now there is a poem that knows
Even the most beautiful worlds of words
End in dust
There was a poem once – long ago.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Road to Avignon

A Minstrel stands on a marble stair,
Blown by the bright wind, debonair;
Below lies the sea, a sapphire floor,
Above on the terrace a turret door
Frames a lady, listless and wan,
But fair for the eye to rest upon.
The minstrel plucks at his silver strings,
And looking up to the lady, sings: --
Down the road to Avignon,
The long, long road to Avignon,
Across the bridge to Avignon,
One morning in the spring.

The octagon tower casts a shade
Cool and gray like a cutlass blade;
In sun-baked vines the cicalas spin,
The little green lizards run out and in.
A sail dips over the ocean's rim,
And bubbles rise to the fountain's brim.
The minstrel touches his silver strings,
And gazing up to the lady, sings: --
Down the road to Avignon,
The long, long road to Avignon,
Across the bridge to Avignon,
One morning in the spring.

Slowly she walks to the balustrade,
Idly notes how the blossoms fade
In the sun's caress; then crosses where
The shadow shelters a carven chair.
Within its curve, supine she lies,
And wearily closes her tired eyes.
The minstrel beseeches his silver strings,
And holding the lady spellbound, sings: --
Down the road to Avignon,
The long, long road to Avignon,
Across the bridge to Avignon,
One morning in the spring.

Clouds sail over the distant trees,
Petals are shaken down by the breeze,
They fall on the terrace tiles like snow;
The sighing of waves sounds, far below.
A humming-bird kisses the lips of a rose
Then laden with honey and love he goes.
The minstrel woos with his silver strings,
And climbing up to the lady, sings: --
Down the road to Avignon,
The long, long road to Avignon,
Across the bridge to Avignon,
One morning in the spring.

Step by step, and he comes to her,
Fearful lest she suddenly stir.
Sunshine and silence, and each to each,
The lute and his singing their only speech;
He leans above her, her eyes unclose,
The humming-bird enters another rose.
The minstrel hushes his silver strings.
Hark! The beating of humming-birds' wings!
Down the road to Avignon,
The long, long road to Avignon,
Across the bridge to Avignon,
One morning in the spring.

poem by Amy Lowell
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Monsoon Musings

…and on this
cool cloudy monsoon morning
as you strolled at a distant
horizon along the
village bunds and canals
wandered across the
native soil preparing
itself for the next sowing
i opened the door to
a light-hearted wind that veiled me
from the rest of the world
it cast an alluring net
dabbed in the perfume of late
summer flowers soaked in the
damp rain-soaked earth
the endless tidings the waves
of wind whispered
tickled me enough
on the black sky
a lightning that flashed
pierced my heart like
a dagger of desire
the so far-longing leaves
in immobilizing passion
stirred occasionally in
an attempt to shake off
the beads of satiated desire
each time a thunder rolled
i hugged your invisible presence
in a teenage glee

a distant koel cooed
probably in adieu
proclaiming that it’s
after all early morning

19jun2010
06.40hrs

poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Hope!

hope turned over
like a shell on the sand,
echoing the waves,

lapping at some distant shore....
unheard, untouched,
words fall on the graves

of desire and longing,
marked by time...
who are you?

do you remember my name?
the faint memory of your kiss,
grown bitter on my lips!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Six Words Long

This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
Couldn't think of any lyrics
No i never wrote the lyrics
So i'll just sing any old lyrics
That come to mind, child
You really need words
Whole lotta rhyming words
You gotta rhyme so many words, mm-mm
To do it, to do it, to do it, to do it
To do it, to do it right, child
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
I know that you're probably sore
'cause i didn't write any more
I just didn't get to complete it
So that's why i gotta repeat it
This song is just six words long (six words long)
This song is just six words long (six words long)
Oh i make a lotta money
They pay me a ton of money
They're payin' me plenty of money
To sing this song, child
I gotta fill time
Three minutes worth of time
Oh, how will i fill so much time, mm-mm
I'll throw in a solo, a solo, a solo
A solo, a solo here
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song's got nothin' to say
But i'm recording it anyway
I know if i put my mind to it
I know i could find a good rhyme here
Oh, you gotta have-a music
You need really catchy music
This song has got plenty of music
But just six words, child
And so i'll sing' em over
And over and over and over
And over and over and over, mm-mm
And over and over and over
And over and over and over again
Six words long, six words long
Six words long, six words long
Six words long, six words long
This song is just six words long
It's just six words long

song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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A Sad Wake Up

October 21,2009
A Sad Morning

Composed by olive

One morning I wake up
My heart was so weighty
Crying so hard
I saw a girl crying in her bed
And her mom just came
I saw that girl muttered
I heard her heart talked
Of a soft whisper, of a longing
That one day
She will never be alone
In the world she used to live
Absence of a strong foundation
Of a hug from her mom
And her Papa abandoned them
That morning
I heard the tongue speak
No words came out but tears of a sad wake up.

poem by Olive Silverstone
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The Long Road

And I wished for so long cannot stay
All the precious moments cannot stay
It's not like wings have fallen cannot stay
But still something's missing I cannot say yea
Holding hands are daughters and sons
And their faiths are falling down down down down
I have wished for so long
How I wish for you today

Will I walk the long road the long road
Cannot stay the long road
There's no need to say goodbye say goodbye
All the friends and family
All the memories going round round round
I have wished for so long
How I wish for you today

And the wind keeps roarin'
And the sky keeps turning grey
And the sun is setting
The sun won't rise another day

I have wished for so long
How I wish for you today
I have wished for so long
How I wish for you today
Will I walk the long road
We all walk the long road
Will I walk the long road
We all walk the long road
Will I walk the long road
Will I walk the long road
We all walk the long road
Will I walk the long road
We all walk the long road
Will I walk the long road

song performed by by Pearl Jam from Merkinball
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What Is This Longing In Me?

What is this longing in me
This desire this sadness
This longing
For what?

For Beauty?
For what is no longer here?
For something higher farther deeper beyond?
For Love?

What is this longing this wanting in me
For what has no name?

And why do I feel
In the longing itself
The missing and the having at once?

As if somehow beyond all I am
Somehow and somewhere else
Whatever it is which should be most truly loved
Exists and waits for me.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Chances Are

(martina mcbride & bob seger)
(bob seger)
Chances are youll find me
Somewhere on your road tonight
Seems I always end up driving by
Ever since Ive known you
It just seems youre on my way
All the rules of logic dont apply
I long to see you in the night
Be with you til morning light
I remember clearly how you looked
The night we met
I recall your laughter and your smile
I remember how you made me
Feel so at ease
I remember all your grace and your style
And now youre all I long to see
Youve come to mean so much to me
Chances are Ill see you
In my dreams tonight
Youll be smiling like the noght we met
Chances are Ill hold you and Ill offer
All I have
Youre the only one I cant forget
Baby youre the best Ive ever met
And Ill be dreaming of the future
And hoping youll be by my side
And the morning Ill be longing for the night
For the night

song performed by by Martina Mcbride
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