You Are Vaster
YOU ARE VAST
We tried to contract You into a few thousand years
And our Earth at the center of the spheres
But You are vast
Beyond billions of years and galaxies
Beyond Before and After
Beyond what we can know and dream.
You are vaster than all we can think and see
And all we can dream and seem.
Beyond
In a way we can never know
What Beyond is.
Oh how much Greater and Farther
Deeper in all Directions and Dimensions
You Who Are You Are.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Am Only One Small Name In A Universe
I AM ONLY ONE SMALL NAME IN A UNIVERSE
I am only one small name in a universe,
Of billions of names-
I am only one small bodily being
Where there are billions of billions-
I am a beginning and an end,
As all living things-
A speck in vast spaces whose specks are uncountable-
No one or nothing need save me
No one or nothing need remember me
No one or nothing billions of years hence
Need smile because I was here.
I am so small I need never to have existed-
I am not even here now,
Whoever is writing this
Lost me a long time ago.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I dream..
I dream of floating away on a cloud
I dream of catching a falling star
I dream of my prince charming
I dream of how I'll save him from the dragon
I dream of cows on the moon
And pink grass
I dream of old ladies knitting socks
I dream the twelve Olympians are real
I dream I'll meet them someday
I dream of vast sugar cane fields
I dream of a bed of roses
And how prickly that must be
I dream of firefly friends
I dream of a lighting bug show
I dream of riding a striped horse down the aisle
I dream of hot air balloons
I dream of polar bears
And penguins
I dream of snow
I dream of rain
I dream of summer
I dream of fall
I dream of day
And night
I dream of the moon
I dream of stars
I dream of going to Mars
I dream of how I'll be queen of the Martians
I dream of how I'll love my subjects
And people always said I belonged on another planet
I dream of love
I dream of faith
I dream of hope
I dream of culture
I dream of life
And I dream sweet dreams
poem by Sai Srujana
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How Hopeless It All Seems
HOW HOPELESS IT ALL SEEMS
How hopeless it all seems
When we think of those vast distances
And those vast times
And our own little place in it all-
How hopeless it all seems
When we think of the short time
We are here
And the vast time to come-
What are we?
Small beings in something so much vaster than ourselves
We cannot define it-
How hopeless it all seems
When we know how little we are.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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My Dream
My dream is slowly drifting near, then
stands still, aloof hanging like a pear
let me touch as it nears
let me indulge in its thousand flavours
and sleep in her realm for a thousand years
in all my tears, through all those fears
it is this dream I will savour
The beat in my chess enclosed that dream
keepin me alive - only to dream again.
copyright (c) 2012
poem by Godfrey Morris
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It Is We Who Are Now
IT IS WE WHO ARE NOW
It is we who are we now
Us in this world as we are now
Which truly matters.
The rest
The billions of years of what will be
Or what was.
All the rest
The billions and billions of people
And minds and nights and galaxies also
All that otherness we will never know
It doesn’t matter.
We as we are in our own lifetimes
With those we love
This is what matters
Only this
Our life our loves
The time we have
Before we won’t have any.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Elusive Dreams
Each day I search
for that elusive dream,
the one that is just out of reach.
The closer I get to it,
the farther it seems away.
Always it seems farther
than my arms can reach.
One day I hope to catch it,
but I’ve been saying that for years.
I’ve watched other people reach out
and their dreams are there,
but mine just seem
to be moving farther
and farther away from me.
poem by David Harris
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In Each Other Our Love Has Find A Home (Villanelle)
(For Daleen)
Though we do not know each other many years
in each other our love has find a home
as if by God determined through the spheres
where not in sorrow but in joy come our tears.
that separately we no longer must roam.
though we do not know each other many years
and while we share our cares we have no fears,
what a happy time has come
as if by God determined through the spheres.
With songs of jubilance in our ears
all of nature suddenly seems wholesome,
though we do not know each other many years
the most beautiful splendour flowers wears,
in a world that at times are gruesome
as if by God determined through the spheres
it feels as if these blessings are in arrears
and to me the only one you have become
though we do not know each other many years
as if by God determined through the spheres.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Life Is Vast
The vastness of life improves when you submerge,
Into the oceans of brilliance is the cure of illness.
Future has feuds of finesse, submerging like clouds,
Offending the general sky, as if the world mattered.
The fuel of fire is vast, so very vast so that we beg,
The fires are out and they are pushed out to the void.
A void is a vacuum too bigger than the world
Or any black hole, or any night-object.
The world is far away in a place too darker,
Darkness was vast for life, vaster than the mind.
poem by Naveed Akram
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My Dream Lover
I saw you in m dream last night,
Bu i am three years older than you are;
I saw you in my dream last night,
But you were three years younger than i am;
My dream lover where are you?
You were so beautiful in my dream,
What is your name my dream lover?
I saw you in my dream last night,
Where do you come from my dream lover?
Beauty do bath you all over and,
I want to know your house number;
What is your telephone number my dream lover?
I saw you in my dream last night and,
I do hope to meet you soon.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Had A Dream 2
I had a dream many years ago;
countless people would know my name
and many would appreciate
all the things I did.
As the years turned into a score,
I wondered if my dream
was only just a dream
and reality had something else in store for me.
Another score of years went by,
my dream began to lose its glow,
and the dark fringes of reality
slowly began to step in.
My dream seem to be an outcast now
something you didn’t associate with,
but it left among the embers
hot coals to ignite the flame again.
More years now went by
totalling to almost half a century
when the dream began to ignite
and become reality again.
The stars don’t seem so far out of reach
and the mountains not so hard to climb,
but was the journey worth it
now questions linger on my mind.
In the wastelands of my past
lie things I will never get back.
The bitter pill of payment for whatever
I may receive from my dream.
6 August 2010
poem by David Harris
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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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A Dream Goes On Forever
A million old soldiers will fade away
But a dream goes on forever
Im left standing here, Ive got nothing to say
All is silent within my dream
A thousand true loves will live and die
But a dream lives on forever
The days and the years will go streaking by
But the time has stopped in my dream
We all have our everyday hopes and fears
And youll find no exception in me
But that doesnt get me through a sea of tears
Over lifes biggest tragedy
Youre so long ago and so far away
But my dream lives on forever
I guess I believe that Ill see you one day
For without it there is no dream
Youre so far away and so long ago
But my dream goes on forever
And how much I loved you youll never know
til you join me within my dream
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Vast Times And Vast Spaces
VAST TIMES AND VAST SPACES
Vast times and vast spaces
Preceded our being here
Vast times and vast spaces
Will be should we disappear-
Yet our hearts tell us
A revelation from God we be-
And wherever the Universe takes us
We’ll go on for Infinity.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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One Hundred Years
Now, Batman, Prophet Batman, a hundred years ago,
He looked upon this land and found it good.
"'Tis the place to build a village," bold Batman said, and so
They straight began - or so I've understood
To fling rude huts together by the swamp and by the stream,
To make beginning here and then for Batman's daring dream.
But Batman, Prophet Batman, was quite a modest cove;
His vision sought no far and fabled goals.
A village he could picture here; but no vast treasure trove
A mighty city of a million souls
A miracle arising by the swamp and by the stream
In the hundred years that followed on one pioneering dream.
Now I, far lesser prophet, stand here to view the scene
Tall spire, proud dome athwart a sunny sky,
This far-flung city basking by many a garden green
Yet hopelessly I fail to prophesy.
While earth holds threat and promise both, and high hope walks with dread,
Then who may claim the vision of one hundred years ahead?
Shall yet a greater miracle arise beside the stream,
When wiser plans of wiser men prevail
Some shining City of Content beyond man's boldest bream?
Or must a world's mad frenzy end the tale,
And, in a hundred years from now, another village rise
To shield indomitable man ‘neath ruin-fretted skies?
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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The Human Enigma
How many billions have left this earth
and left their fate to we?
How many more will follow us?
How many more will there be?
Do we leave an essence that can be felt?
We'd like to think it so.
But the vast unknown escapes us
and we will probably never know.
Thus we live our lives the best we can
with these questions on our mind.
And those billions more that follow us
will search but will not find
anything more than we.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Divided Sky
Ahhh!
Divided sky, the wind blows high
[the divided sky chant is part of an ancient ritual dating back to the
Pre-wilson years of she purity in gamehendge. after listening to the
Sacred sounds for a sloping lawn, three chosen subjects eat a special
Root collected at the base of the enormous mountain that rises in the
Center of the forest. the root is believed to contain the spirit of
Icculus, who lives at the top of the mountain. after eating the root,
They venture into a vast field at sundown. the field is deep green,
And stretches as far as the eye can see in all directions. in the
Center of the field stands an enormous black rhombus. they climb the
Rhombus and begin to sing, paying homage to the gods of the night
Sky.]
song performed by by Phish
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Divided Sky
Ahhh!
Divided sky, the wind blows high
[The divided sky chant is part of an ancient ritual dating back to the
pre-Wilson years of She purity in Gamehendge. After listening to the
sacred sounds for a sloping lawn, three chosen subjects eat a special
root collected at the base of the enormous mountain that rises in the
center of the forest. The root is believed to contain the spirit of
Icculus, who lives at the top of the mountain. After eating the root,
they venture into a vast field at sundown. The field is deep green,
and stretches as far as the eye can see in all directions. In the
center of the field stands an enormous black rhombus. They climb the
rhombus and begin to sing, paying homage to the gods of the night
sky
song performed by by Phish
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Dream
last night you are in my dream but,
two days before you are not.
Tomorrow you will be in my dream but, today you are not.
Twenty years back you are not in my dream but,
I believe after twenty years you will be in my dream.
poem by Hassan Tanvir Mansur
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This To Cling To
This to cling to:
We are together
Now, years later
In a dream-heavy place
We are in Paris
We are happy
We are in love
You are divine
This springs from somethin' deeper
Beyond a dream-heavy hour
Beyond desire
Beyond my control
This dream
This thought
This memory
This to cling to
poem by MacGregor Tagliaferro
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As I Watche'd The Ploughman Ploughing
that hoeing on the earth
his signature onto world pad
that supreme thought
it gets marked onto the earth
only to be picked up
five thousand years from now
by a similar homo sapien
that ploughs the vast tracts of his mind
each haul a synergy between his mind
and the one five thousand years ago
inspiration that gets the world hooked
on each other the mental waves
left in soil, wind, trees
they live on to nourish future minds
as i watched the ploughman ploughing
i know the world would advance
with all its force to get to the truth
the way he turns the earth with his plough
As I Watche'd The Ploughman Ploughing
AS I watch'd the ploughman ploughing,
Or the sower sowing in the fields-or the harvester harvesting,
I saw there too, O life and death, your analogies:
(Life, life is the tillage, and Death is the harvest according.)
Walt Whitman
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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