Wind Of Change
Life changes quick as a breeze-
Blowing backward through painted porcelain trees
The fake foilage unaware
Of such mighty and mysterious air
Topples and breaks
Into glass mirrored lakes,
Broken pieces reflect
What so few seldom suspect:
All is not secure and safe
Here, in this phony land of sugar plumbs and sweet cakes.
It's all bound to come apart
With the new wind that's blowing,
The fake forest we've been sold gives way
To the true trees of home, forever growing.
The time is at hand,
For the children to retake their promised land.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Wots...Uh The Deal
Heaven said the promised land
Looks allright from where I stand
Cause I'm the man on the outside looking in
Waiting on the first step
Show where the key is kept
Point me down the right line because it's time
To let me in from the cold
Turn my land into gold
Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think I'm growing old
Flash the red is wots...uh the deal
Got to make to the next meal
Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel.
Mile after mile
Stone after stone
Turn to speak but you're alone
Million mile from home you're on your own
So let me in from the cold
Turn my land into gold
Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think I'm growing old
Fly bright by candlelight
Up out of my sight
And if she prefers we will never stir again
Someone said the promised land
And I grabbed it with both hands
Now I'm the man on the inside looking out
Hear me shout 'come on in
song performed by by Pink Floyd from Obscured By Clouds
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Wots... Uh The Deal
Heaven said the promised land
Looks allright from where I stand
Cause Im the man on the outside looking in
Waiting on the first step
Show where the key is kept
Point me down the right line because its time
To let me in from the cold
Turn my land into gold
Cause theres chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think Im growing old
Flash the red is wots...uh the deal
Got to make to the next meal
Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel.
Mile after mile
Stone after stone
Turn to speak but youre alone
Million mile from home youre on your own
So let me in from the cold
Turn my land into gold
Cause theres chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think Im growing old
Fly bright by candlelight
Up out of my sight
And if she prefers we will never stir again
Someone said the promised land
And I grabbed it with both hands
Now Im the man on the inside looking out
Hear me shout come on in, whats the news and where you been?
Cause theres no wind left in my soul
And Ive grown old
song performed by by Pink Floyd
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Wots... Uh Deal
Heaven sent the promised land
Looks alright from where I stand
Cause Im the man on the outside looking in
Waiting on the first step
Show where the key is kept
Point me down the right line because its time
To let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
Cause theres chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think Im growing old
Flash the red is wots...uh the deal
Got to make to the next meal
Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel.
Mile after mile
Stone after stone
Turn to speak but youre alone
Million mile from home youre on your own
So let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
Cause theres chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think Im growing old
Fire bright by candlelight
And her by my side
And if she prefers we will never stir again
Someone said the promised land
And I grabbed it with both hands
Now Im the man on the inside looking out
Hear me shout come on in,
Whats the news and where you been?
Cause theres no wind left in my soul
And Ive grown old
song performed by by Pink Floyd
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Cushions
When my leaders
Sit in the assembly halls,
For legislation,
With fake brains, fake thoughts,
Fake eyes, fake looks,
Fake existence, fake appearance,
Fake education, fake degrees,
They seem to me
Fake, fake beings,
As if
Some one has placed cushions,
On the sofas and chairs;
Cushions stuffed
With rags of worn out jeans
Or old pieces of sacks
Made of jute.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Fake Out In Buenos Aires
Fake out
Fake in
Fake it to me
What is fake?
Fake t.v.
Land of a thousand fake outs
Fake worse than death
In buenos aires
In buenos aires
Fake out
Fake in
Fakers delight
Fake your claim
Fake around the clock
Winner fake all
Three fakes, youre out
In buenos aires
In buenos aires
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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The Wind is Blowing
The wind is blowing,
Blowing slow and fast on my skin,
Blowing fast and hard on his skin.
The wind is cold tonight,
Blowing scary in the woods,
Blowing swiftly throw the night.
The wind is warm today,
Blowing hard in town,
Blowing soft in the county.
The wind is cool,
Blowing all the time,
As they say,
The wind is blowing!
poem by Angela M. Maynard
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Hurricane Rita
Pine tree's standing oh so proud
The wind was blowing really loud
The red sand blowing every where
The pine trees breaking, I was there
They were snapping like a tooth pick
In Laporte they said get out quick
Me and three dogs, we had to leave
It's was a day's trip, you wouldn't believe
Never had driven out of the city
On the road forever, what a pity
Got to my brothers, late the next night
The storm had turned; we were all a fright
We couldn't stay in the trailer house
Wouldn't be safe for the smallest mouse
Cars broke down on each side of the road
Each carrying their belongings, what a load
Over heated and running out of gas
We all had to leave in such a great mass
We could only drive five miles per hour
Waiting for this storm, who would devour
Winds whipping and snapping the trees
Was much more than a summer breeze
Lights went out and heat began
We were so hot couldn't turn on a fan
Didn't have the gas to get back home
Sun so hot, like a mirror on chrome
Won't have gas for a month they said
It made you wonder why you fled
Husband came and brought me gasoline
Got home so fast, as if on caffeine
They all have electricity finally
That's where i'll go if I ever flee!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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Old Old Woodstock
Oh dont it get you
Get you when youre through
Feel the breezes blowing all around your coat
Oh dont it get you
When you gotta roam
Hear the children singing
daddys coming home
Going down to old old woodstock
Feel the cool night breeze
Going down to old old woodstock
Going down to give my baby a squeeze
Going down to old old woodstock
Feel the cool night breeze
Going down to old old woodstock
Way behind the shady trees
Here I come a swaggering
Way on over the ridge
See the water flowing way beneath the bridge
And my womans waiting
By the kitchen door
Im driving along
In my old beat up car
Going down to old old woodstock
Feel the cool night breeze
Going down to old old woodstock
Give my child a squeeze
Going down to old old woodstock
To feel the cool night breeze
Going down to old old woodstock
Way behind the shady trees
Listen, oh dont it get you
Get you in your throat
Feel the breezes blowing
All around your coat
Lord dont it get you
When youre bound to roam
Hear your children sing
daddys coming home
Going down to old old woodstock
To feel the cool night breeze
Give my child a squeeze
Going down to old old woodstock
To feel the cool night breeze
Going down to old old woodstock
Way behind the shady trees
Going down to old old woodstock.....
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Blowing Kisses In The Wind
(p. lord)
So tell baby tell
Your true heart
Say what you say
When youre all alone
Im trying
Trying to try
And feel you
And see if I see
Im feeling alone
And all I want is
To get through
So baby, youd see that the
Way youre leaving me
It wont do
Its like im...
Chorus:
Blowing kisses in the wind
Giving you love that you
Havent been given
I cross my heart
And hope to die
Im only wishing youd
Love me like i
Blowing kisses in the wind
Waiting, waiting, waiting
Waiting for you is
Like blowing, blowing kisses
So please baby, please
Release me
If time after time
Your hearts growing cold
Im saying
If you dont believe
In believing
Then how could true love
Ever be so
And all I want is
To get through
So maybe youd see that the
Way youre leaving me
It wont do
Its like im
Chorus
Like Im like blowing kisses
Im some-biddy-bum-bum
Like Im blowing kisses
And all I want is
To get through
So maybe youd see that the
Way youre leaving me
It wont do
Its like im
Chorus
Like Im blowing
Kisses in the wind
Like Im blowing
Kisses in the wind
Like Im blowing
Kisses in the wind
Waiting for you us
Is like blowing,
Blowing kisses
song performed by by Paula Abdul
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If I Could Be The Wind
I want to be the wind blowing in forest playing their own song.
I want to be the wind bringing smiles for farmers.
I want to be the wind bringing rain, helping fireman in his hardest time.
I want to be the wind assisting plant to expand their kingdom.
I want to be the wind smoothly blowing over the sea and bringing fisherman home safely.
I want to be the wind covering the thing which ought to be left in past.
I want to be the wind clearing the mind of those with agony
I want to be the wind blowing in summer and tending to those without shelter.
I want to be the wind which bring happiness to the children taking their kite high up in the sky.
I want to be the wind removing clouds of torment and allowing sun to lay down its vital warmth.
I want to be the wind which remove thorn from path and help people to move forward.
I want to be the wind helping bird to take their first flight.
I want to be the wind which leaves versifier rapt giving him his divine words
I want to be the wind blowing all over place bringing happiness to people and vanishes stealthily, unnoticed.
I WANT TO BE THE WIND…
poem by Parth Gwari
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Playing.
Blowing trees,
From pillar to post
Careless wisp and sway.
Ancient songs of night and day.
Blowing trees,
From post to pillar.
The wearied, yet fresh soothsayer.
Witchdoctor on high
Of fears yet to come.
Blowing trees!
The sway of old worlds,
Unravelling like gales,
Out to sea.
poem by Peter Vealey
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Friends of the Forest (Memories of Clayoquot)
A small band of protesters
gathered in the forest.
Together their voices growing,
rising on the wind.
A Chorus.
'Stop cutting the tree's'
they cry.
'Stop raping the land.
Our Mother Earth gives us life,
touch her with a gentle hand.'
No Help
from government officials.
'Just pass the tax.' they say.
And the workers in the forest
don't want to find another pay.
So the Friends of the Forest
take a stand to show us how
the power of our words and actions
can start a change
here and now.
The future's in our human hand.
Reuse the trees.
Replant the land.
Show the world a better way
as the forest's guardian.
We are God's
each of us
in a small way,
creators of a future world
with each choice we make today.
poem by Angela Michel
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Summer's Wind
Be weary, Lord of the summer wind,
Lord of the heat that you blow in,
Away with flowers, land and trees,
To stay them not, least all the trees.
Listen to this, all that I say,
Our land does die, and drift away.
Our living born upon the wind,
All of ours, and those of friends.
So we called upon the leave-filled wind,
The autumn one, of which were friends.
This wind of cool and gentle hand,
Not like the wind that stole our land.
And the heat did melt into the leaves,
And turned them colors from the trees.
Then the leave-filled wind bore them away,
And upon the land, they came to stay.
And stayed them there, till land-hard cold,
And then the land, the leaves they stole.
And after the harsh cold wind had blown,
And living soil again was sown,
Summer's wind came again to prey,
Upon our lands, most every day.
But our living land, the leaves did save,
And the summer's wind did blow away,
Never to re-live, the seasons day.
The cool soft wind now blows so free,
Upon the land, and through the trees.
All through the people, and over me.
poem by Sandra Osborne
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What Weather
The leaves are blowing away
Up, up, and away they go.
Swish, swoosh, they go.
Like a dancing ballerina
Up, up and away they go
Way up , in the sky.
The trees standing there,
Their branches all bare.
The wind whistling throughout empty branches,
The trees look scary, swish, swoosh,
The wind is getting louder,
Throughout the trees it howls
The trees are blowing
From side to side
Like someone dancing swiftly,
The clouds in the sky are moving quietly
Is the weather ever going to change,
What weather it is today
poem by Angela Fletcher
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Sir, What Is Revolution?
a child,
having overheard our conversation,
came to me, and asked,
'sir, what is revolution? '
i thought about it for a moment,
and sitting him on my knee, replied,
'you know when you're outside,
running and playing in the sun,
and you get too hot...
and you go down to the creek
and get a drink of water?
and you stand there enjoying
the shade of the trees,
and the coolness of the wind? '
he nodded his head.
'well, revolution is making sure
that the sunlight, the grasses,
the creek and it's water,
the trees that give shade,
and the wind a blowing...
will always be there,
for you and for your children! '
'and that children everywhere
will be born into a world that's safe,
that they have a home to go to,
and food to eat.
and that your momma and daddy
can sleep at night without worrying! '
the little boys shook his head up and down...
'that's cool... does god do that,
or do we? '
'out of the mouth of babes! ...'
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A River to The Sea
A river makes my water flowing to the sea
I'd never see
My courage, my love
Have all passed and been lost
In a place where I left them
Safe and sound
Too-high dreams breaks every part of me
Like the moon steal the day from the sun
Wind carries the whisper of heaven
But I've forgotten the language
So I just sit and wonder
'How long should I wait here,
Until an angel falls down and takes me away? '
My skin is growing old
And my eyes are getting bloody with tears
I'm not tired
I'm not scared
I'm just hopeless
.. In time I know I'll be hopeful
And in this road-pavement
With pebbles scattered like broken glass
Inside a broken home,
My soul will get better
When courage and love
Find me as well as they will get me someday
When birds don't fly just to see the world
Life is much better walked
When trees still breathe my used air
When all is fair
All around will get me the way they did
I know it'll be alright in time
And if the time is now
So be it.
poem by Sabrina Jubahar
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Think...........
broken bottles, broken glass,
everywhere scattered on the grass.
once it was spiky and green,
wind was blowing,
moving grass in the stream can be clearly seen.
upon the mountain through the trees,
blows a sweet, soft breeze.
think what will happen if trees be tear,
there will be no loin, no tiger no any bear.
no place for birds to make a nest
where could running deer be take a rest.
no place for hiding nuts,
squirrels are homeless,
sparrow finding space in the huts.
see clouds seem as teddy bears,
see rabbits, peacocks roaming without fears.
watch and catch the stars at night,
stars will not be as bright.
with in few or someday,
everything not be in same way.
blue water, floating high waves,
no dolphin, no star fish to be gaze, ,
in human there is wealthy race,
time will come we won't have even a single standing place.
it is time to awareness be raised,
for saving environment plan must be traced..........
Deserted Island
This island is deserted
It is very hot
like the desert
with tons of sand
only theres trees
the trees sway in the breeze
like a cool wind blowing through the village
the water matches the sky here
It's clear blue
you can see everything right down to the sand
under the forever going ocean
there's coral and bright colored fish
it's as warm as
the hot sand under my feet and the summer sun
the isolation is unbelievable
it is unspeakable
the only movement is of the ocean and the trees
there is only me
this island is deserted
poem by Kristen Otto
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One Road
Time...is the enemy of a young mans dreams
Im stranded...in the heartland, or so it seems
Im hitching a ride for a chance at the good life
Ill have my own place. out on fifth avenue
Im leavin this time gonna walk on that fine line
Ill be the first one who finally breaks through
One road to the promised land
I have to get there any way I can
One road to the promised land
Gonna find out just who I am
Freedom...do you know what I mean
Flatlands...are all Ive ever seen
Stuck in a small town where you live, then you die
Aint nothin but fools workin nine until five
Ill sleep in the subways till I get what I need
Im not gonna stay here, just lie here and bleed
One road to the promised land
Im gonna get there any way I can
One road to the promised land
Show the world just who I am
One road to the promised land
I thought by now Id be a different man
One road to the promised land
Guess I found out...just who I am
song performed by by Toto
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Fake Friend(Revised, In Line Form, Oh and Viewable
The poison seeps from of your eyes.
I can read your lies.
Pure and innocent are dead and gone.
Fake it just fake it.
Pretending your some thing your not.
In the end I win cause I have had been in the alleys.
I've slept in a abandon home to keep from catching cold.
Where were you then my fake friend?
Who do think your fooling?
Do you stop and try to give a ride?
So how bout it my fake friend.
Such a beautiful sharlton.
When I was getting beat up in the courts by five guys for protecting a races rights.
Where were you then my fake friend?
When my house burnt before my very own eyes.
Where were you then?
Hiding behind closed doors like so many times before.
Every thing has been standing still.
I knew the time would come when I would be done with it.
You can't help those who lead.
They'll follow no ones' road but there own.
Judge me not cause don't know how much ambition I truly got.
My fake friend you will not make your failings my own.
For each man women child breaks free of such tyranny.
This is to you my fake friend.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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