Black Overhang
I first saw it in the scolding Senora Desert,
When the bats descended enmasse to pollinate the saguaros,
Flittering over my nighthead, curious as mammals can be,
But posing no threat. I rather welcomed their
Vision of catastrophic gloom.
But the rocky lava overhead pulled in my attention;
It was a place for keeps: a place worthy of return.
I spied the spring, so that meant a dismal man could
Live out his years there.
It smoldered in black poetic;
I would return to it soon and for good.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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Return Trip
I will return to my place of Birth
To that place before Mother Earth
I will return to that Day of Awakening
To that Day of a New Beginning
I will return to my very first Sun
My very first Moon, my very first Star
I will return to that place that never was far
I will return to the land of the Beautiful,
the Good, the Grateful
Where there is nothing to forgive
For there is no sin
Where there is no regret
Life is what you dream
Where Innocence is never put to test
Where all is Sacred and blessed with Happiness
I will return to my place and time of Birth
I will return
I am not Cursed
poem by Sonya Florentino
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Charity
Charity is good
Without expectation of return
To a worthy person
At the proper time and place.
Charity is bad
With the expectation of some return
To an unworthy person
At an improper time and at an impure place.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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I Am Wearied
Return to me like a ghost, a wearied creature like a man
Who was so appalled by youth that he died and became as I can.
Return to me as if you know me from somewhere else,
The place is no secret from where you came, someone else.
Return now, return and frighten me as a good ghost
Frying bacon, working magic on a basis easternmost.
I seek refuge from you, for the returning is so secret,
I can not find a more evil man than you, a man to interpret.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A Comeback
takes time to realize
that the place you hate
the place you left years ago
now on your return
becomes your hiding place
away from sorrow
the place where you bury
your past
now becomes your future
story.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Left to Express On a Positive Note
Maybe one day,
It will become the place...
It had potential to be yesterday.
But today?
That potential has faded away.
Along with any inspiration,
Those who were chased...
Along with their innovations,
Would deem worthy to return again...
For the sake of participation!
Unless,
And with a hopeful 'perhaps'...
Those efforts tomorrow,
Will be welcomed by the ones...
Right now in sorrow!
Since...
Like all things man made,
Time here as witnessed...
Has not been well spent!
However...
The foolishness as seen?
Thrives in abundance!
So 'all'...
Has not been a total loss.
And that is left to express,
On a positive note.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blood Lines
Maybe this will be the last journey
And I will not return again
Riding down to the stony beach
Where spring once was gentle
and love innocent
Now autumn clings on, struggles for breath
Gliding on the tops of cliffs
The paths that resisted invasion
Germany, Spain, the French
Its strength diminishing by the year
Torn by winter's claws, relentless
Brave young defenders, sons of refugees
Stubborn homemakers, not ready to yield
Their locus of happiness by the sea
I chose the train and not the bus
Thinking how you converse in carriages
Like those Ealing films, black and white
That helped make England a great place to live
A little girl riding for the first time
Her mother pale and flittering
And grandad in bright Barbados jams
All mixed in together with me
Even for suited businesswomen
Dealing cards and property
The ride is over much too soon
Too soon for real ecstasy
Or to place the soul at peace
Fresh oysters sold on the stony shore
Seagulls louder than the drunken boys
And so the trail leads me here
I may not visit in another spring
This season is so harsh for weak
And sentimental hearts, as mine has been
Soft-bitten, easy with a smile
Thinking of homes in London, Spain
And summertime, carefree with them
Before the years of doubt and pain
Wherein these journeys can't escape
The shadows of the darkening sky
Where I piggy-back
On what came before
And lines of blood lead here once more.
poem by Frank Bana
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The Day After The Hurricane
And they return home
after the quick evacuation
home to their homelessness,
home to the loss of their properties
built up for years and decades
now pounded and crumpled by waves.
And they return home,
home to their parks and businesses
bulldozed by giant monsters in the night.
And they return home
home to their ports and shores
finding houses of their neighbors
uprooted and thrown into deep seas.
And they return home,
home to their childhood and memories
recorded in albums and documents
videos, CDs and files in computers
now drowned by waters
and covered by piles of dirt and mud.
And they return home,
home to their own town or city
which once was lighted with much glee.
And here they now return
to this gloom of darkness
with live wires that may soon
explode into big flames of fires.
Such a tragic home coming
from the fury of the Super Power Sandy!
Have mercy, O Lord, on the victims
of this merciless hurricane.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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After All The Years In The Study Of Black And White
after all the years of studying black and white
two exclusive colors in the place where you live and thrive
for 48 years
you suddenly come accidentally to a place that your heart
had always known but had never been there
perhaps only in its wildest dream
it is the place of the leaf where it can become a river
the haven of the stars where they can turn into butterflies
the space of the fish where they wish to become dragons
and many more
the place of your imagination
where you can be anything in anywhere at anytime
all those white and black years have turned you into a stone
now you must start to recall how to grow a pair of eyes
to see the brighter shades of every color there
the place of your imagination
and be color blind no more
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Y2K01
Y2K01
The year of our return into the light
We gonna leave the bad days far behind
Come with me and you will see
The future is our place to be
Come with me and you will see
Y2K01 Y2K01 Y2K01
We'll come back to you
And you will see
We'll burn all the bridges we have crossed
We'll make a new start
A ride to the stars
Y2K01 Y2K01 Y2K01
The year of our return into the light
We gonna leave the bad days far behind
Come with me and you will see
The future is our place to be
Come with me and you will see
Y2K01
The year of our return into the light
We gonna leave the bad days far behind
Come with me and you will see
The future is our place to be
Come with me and you will see
X-P is the family
The rhythm and groove and melody
The music made for the next decade
Just follow us 'cause we can't wait
Y2K01 Y2K01 Y2K01
The year of our return into the light
We gonna leave the bad days far behind
Come with me and you will see
The future is our place to be
Come with me and you will see
Y2K01
The year of our return into the light
We gonna leave the bad days far behind
Come with me and you will see
The future is our place to be
Come with me and you will see
Come with me and you will see
song performed by by X-Perience
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Y2K01
Y2K01
The year of our return into the light
We gonna leave the bad days far behind
Come with me and you will see
The future is our place to be
Come with me and you will see
Y2K01 Y2K01 Y2K01
We'll come back to you
And you will see
We'll burn all the bridges we have crossed
We'll make a new start
A ride to the stars
Y2K01 Y2K01 Y2K01
The year of our return into the light
We gonna leave the bad days far behind
Come with me and you will see
The future is our place to be
Come with me and you will see
Y2K01
The year of our return into the light
We gonna leave the bad days far behind
Come with me and you will see
The future is our place to be
Come with me and you will see
X-P is the family
The rhythm and groove and melody
The music made for the next decade
Just follow us 'cause we can't wait
Y2K01 Y2K01 Y2K01
The year of our return into the light
We gonna leave the bad days far behind
Come with me and you will see
The future is our place to be
Come with me and you will see
Y2K01
The year of our return into the light
We gonna leave the bad days far behind
Come with me and you will see
The future is our place to be
Come with me and you will see
Come with me and you will see
song performed by by X-Perience
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I Shall Return
I shall return again; I shall return
To laugh and love and watch with wonder-eyes
At golden noon the forest fires burn,
Wafting their blue-black smoke to sapphire skies.
I shall return to loiter by the streams
That bathe the brown blades of the bending grasses,
And realize once more my thousand dreams
Of waters rushing down the mountain passes.
I shall return to hear the fiddle and fife
Of village dances, dear delicious tunes
That stir the hidden depths of native life,
Stray melodies of dim remembered runes.
I shall return, I shall return again,
To ease my mind of long, long years of pain.
poem by Claude McKay
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Christmas Day
A young gentleman came riding past,
On a snow blue winters day,
He asked to drink by our fire
And I was pleased to let him stay,
He drank there quietly for a while,
And then he turned and said to me,
Your eyes are green,
Like summer grass,
Your lips are red,
Like a fresh cut rose,
Your hair is soft,
Like an Irish stream,
And your voice,
Is filled with sweet beauty
And the last words I heard him say
Were I shall return,
For you,
My love,
On Christmas Day
And the night will come,
But I won't sleep,
As I watch the stars that lead him,
I cannot place where he is,
But still my heart goes with him,
I'm saving all my Sunday clothes
For the day that I'll be leaving,
Father knows,
My sister knows,
And my friends,
They're happy for me,
And the priest he says,
You should thank God,
For the blessing,
Of such beauty
And the last words
I heard him say,
Were I shall return,
For you,
My love,
On Christmas Day
I shall return,
For you,
My love,
On Christmas Day
(On Christmas Day)
(I shall return for you my love)
And the last words
I heard him say
Were the last words
I ever
Heard him say
I shall return,
For you,
My love
On Christmas Day
I swear,
I will return,
On Christmas Day,
And yes,
I shall return,
On Christmas Day,
I shall return,
For you,
On Christmas Day
My love,
I will return,
On Christmas Day
I shall return,
My love
On Christmas Day
On Christmas Day
song performed by by Dido
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My Beloved Father
It was a lovely experience,
To live with a man
for thirty years,
The years slipped away one by one,
Yet his face remains in my memory,
It relieves me when I am
in the desert of gloom,
when the world becomes poisonous for me,
With all its ugliness,
His beautiful smile takes away
every pain.
I still remember the
fingers,
Holding them I saw the world,
I still remember the lap,
Sitting there I learned to dream,
The dream of innocent adolesence,
The dream of magnificent youth,
He never raised an eyebrow on my demands,
But those of illegitimate nature.
But O my heart, O heart,
Where I shall meet him again,
Probably in the next world,
Of reward and punishment.
Often I visit his resting place,
With the deluge of tears
in my eyes,
My heart throbes,
my tongue sticks in my throat,
Being absolutely speechless,
I return home remembering,
His
unbounded love.
He was the embodiment of compassion and love,
He was my beloved father.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Into The Void
Im losing power and I dont know why
Not really sure if Ill live or die
I wanna leave but I cant get away
Its a strange sensation
Out of control being by myself
I feel this gravitation
Caught like a magnet and Im being pulled
Into the void
I wanna get away, get away
Into the void
Im being pulled, Im being pulled down
Into the void
This place is spinning, spinning around
Into the void
Fell like Im being pulled into a black hole
This crazy feelings screwing with my head
Im overloading and my gauges are red
State of confusions got ahold on me
I feel a hesitation
Im being (? )drug, pulled out of the track(? )
Dont like the situation
Caught like a magnet and Im being pulled
Into the void
I wanna get away, get away
Into the void
My head is spinning, spinning around round
Into the void
This force is getting, gettin stronger
Into the void
Fell like Im being pulled into a black hole
Into the void
Im being pulled, being pulled down down down
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Into the void
Dont like this feeling, Im being pulled down
Into the void
I wanna get away, get away
Into the void
Feel like its spinning, spinning around
Into the void
Im being pulled, being pulled down down down
Into the void
Get away, get away
Into the void
Fell like Im being pulled into a black hole
Into the void
song performed by by Kiss
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Neighborhood Threat
Down where your paint is cracking
Look down you backstair buddy
Somebodys living there and
He dont really feel the weather
And he dont share your pleasures
No he dont share your pleasures
Look at his eyes
Did you see his crazy eyes
Youre so surprised he dont run to catch your ash
Everybody always wants to kiss your trash
Ah you cant help him
Nobody can
Now that he knows
Theres nothing to get
Will you still place your bet
On the neighborhood threat
Somewhere a babys bleeding
Somewhere a mothers needing
Outside a boy is lying
But mostly he is crying
And he just shouts in anger
Youll find him interesting
Look at his eyes
Did you see his crazy eyes
Youre so surprised he doesnt build for you
Everybody always wants to run with you
Ah you cant help him
Nobody can
Now that he knows
Theres nothing to get
Will you still place your bet
On the neighborhood threat
Youre so surprised he dont run to catch your ash
Everybody always wants to kiss your trash
Ah you cant help him
Nobody can
Now that he knows
Theres nothing to get
Will you still place your bet
On the neighborhood threat
On the neighborhood threat (a night in your face)
Dont place your bets (a night in your place)
On the neighborhood threat (will you still place your bets)
Dont place your bets (when the neighbor comes)
On the neighborhood threat (neighborhood threat)
Dont place yor bets
On the neigborhood threat
song performed by by David Bowie
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Irish Hill
Bury me at Irish Hill
a shroud of linen on my face
do not embalm my mortal flesh.
or box me in expensive wood
Find me a place beneath a tree
once I am senseless like a stone
return me to my mother's breast
return me to my quondam home
From dust to dust the preacher says
It's right and just what he intones
return me to my rightful place
beneath the rich and fertile loam
And when the sun shall shine again
I will make a flower grow
A flower with a fragrance rare
its petals joined in silent prayer.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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On Christmas Day
A young gentleman came riding past
On a snow blue winters day
He asked to drink, by our fire,
And I was pleased to let him stay
He drank there quietly for a while,
Then he turned and said to me
Your eyes are green, like summer grass,
Your lips are red like a fresh cut rose,
Your hair is soft like an irish stream
And your voice is filled with sweet beauty
And the last words I heard him say
Were I shall return, for you, my love, on christmas day
The night will come but I wont sleep,
As I watch the stars that lead him,
I cannot place where his is,
But still my heart goes with him,
Im savin all my sunday clothes
For the day the day that Ill be leavin
Father knows, my sister knows,
And my friends, theyre happy for me
And the priest he says, you should thank god,
For the blessing of such beauty,
And the last words I heard him say
Were I shall return for you, my love, on christmas day
I shall return for you, my love, on christmas day.
And the last words I heard him say
Were the last words I ever heard him say
I shall return for you, my love, on christmas day
I swear, I will return on christmas day,
And yes, I shall return on christmas day
I shall return, for you, on christmas day,
My love I will return on christmas day,
I shall return, my love on christmas day
On christmas day...
song performed by by Dido
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The Poetess...the woods...the mist Pt 2
The poet looked all about her,
in the moon glow so dim
Felt a slight tug…
as something pulled her… further within
First, , , hesitant steps…
with a look oe’r her shoulder
Back at the house
with it’s lights slowly dimming
The tenous pull
on her hands growing bolder
Her eyes torn away,
in tears… deeply brimming
Sepulchral black limbs
Spider close overhead
Vision shimmers and swims
In fear… and in dread
Is this poetic justice?
And if so…for what deed?
Was she being taken in malice
The pull Quickened…paying no heed!
faint, distant voices, calling her name
Made her try to stop…made her resist
But the unseen fantasm, tugged all the same
And pulled the Poet, yet deeper into the mist
poem by David Whalen
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Rocky Top
Wish that I was on ole rocky top,
Down in the tennessee hills.
Aint no smoggy smoke on rocky top,
Aint no telephone bills.
Once there was a girl on rocky top,
Half bear the other half cat.
Wild as a mink, sweet as soda pop,
I still dream about that.
Rocky top, youll always be
Home sweet home to me.
Good ole rocky top,
Rocky top tennessee, rocky top tennessee.
Once two strangers climbed on rocky top,
Lookin for a moonshine still.
Strangers aint come back from rocky top,
Guess they never will.
Corn wont grow at all on rocky top,
Dirts too rocky by far.
Thats why all the folks on rocky top
Get their corn from a jar.
Rocky top, youll always be
Home sweet home to me.
Good ole rocky top,
Rocky top tennessee, rocky top tennessee.
Now Ive had years of cramped up city life,
Trapped like a duck in a pen.
Now all I know is its a pity life
Cant be simple again.
Rocky top, youll always be
Home sweet home to me.
Good ole rocky top,
Rocky top tennessee, rocky top tennessee.
Rocky top tennessee, rocky top tennessee.
Yeah rocky top tennesee eee eee eee.
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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Hold You Once Again
Hold you once again.
To be in your arms.
To listen again the beats of your heart.
To return back the clock,
To return back my love.
Just for few minutes
To live in your arms.
Then whatever if i'll pay my life.
Being with you again
Even if will cost my life.
Who have said that i'm alive
Without you my love.
To be at the same place
To return to those days.
That have gone with the storms of my life.
There where our love was born.
There where first time you whispered on my ears confessing me your love.
To be there again may needs a miracle.
But who can refuse that whole the life is not a miracle.
So please my God return back the time,
Return back my love.
Only for few minutes with him
I can pay my life.
Just to hear his voice,
To see him smile.
To tell me again that our love still survive.
Then you can take my life,
Who cares?
Nobody will survive till the end of life.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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