Pan
A lilting melody accompanies me
Down the white-rock earthen path-
Played by Pan, half man,
And the air is an arc of rainbow drops,
With the forest smell pervasive,
The tug of gravity pushing my thighs;
The brunch underfoot of my creature company;
He scares me more than a little,
The cleft feet and all;
The rank putrid smell,
But at the town gate he blows a piercing f sharp;
Turns and disappears into the foliage;
Leaving me lonely again.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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That Smell
Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars
Oak tree you're in my way
There's too much coke and too much smoke
Look what's going on inside you
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Angel of darkness is upon you
Stuck a needle in your arm
So take another toke, have a blow for your nose
One more drink fool, will drown you
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Now they call you Prince Charming
Can't speak a word when you're full of 'ludes
Say you'll be all right come tomorrow
But tomorrow might not be here for you
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Hey, you're a fool you
Stick them needles in your arm
I know I been there before
One little problem that confronts you
Got a monkey on your back
Just one more fix, Lord might do the trick
One hell of a price for you to get your kicks
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
song performed by by 3 Doors Down
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That Smell
(allen collins - ronnie vanzant)
Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars
Oak tree youre in my way
Theres too much coke and too much smoke
Look whats going on inside you
Ooooh that smell
Cant you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Angel of darkness is upon you
Stuck a needle in your arm
So take another toke, have a blow for your nose
One more drink fool, will drown you
Ooooh that smell
Cant you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Now they call you prince charming
Cant speak a word when youre full of ludes
Say youll be all right come tomorrow
But tomorrow might not be here for you
Ooooh that smell
Cant you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Hey, youre a fool you
Stick them needles in your arm
I know I been there before
One little problem that confronts you
Got a monkey on your back
Just one more fix, lord might do the trick
One hell of a price for you to get your kicks
Ooooh that smell
Cant you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Ooooh that smell
Cant you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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White Town
Its midnight down in sector two
Little girl walkin dressed in innocence and cool
Only fourteen and dressed up for the score
Hold that breath now boy, he(? )
She dances, baby, to the beat
Of breaking glass and running feet
Down in white town
Down in white town
Down in white town
Oh, she comes home from work and grabs something to eat
Turn the corner and walks down her street
In a row of houses, chic, shiny and dirty and grey
Disappears like the scenery in another mans play
And as she dances, oh, to the beat
Oh the trooper stickin dresses for the number on the sheet
Down in white town
Down in white town
Down in white town
Down in white town
Yeah, mr. outside, youre walkin so free
If you turn your eyes so you dont see
You act like youre the hand turns the key
And you become the hand that turns the key
And no matter how I try I cannot understand
The way that they will turn a man
Into a stranger in his own land
Down in white town
(repeat to fade)
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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I Think I Smell A Rat
Oh I think I smell a rat
I think I smell a rat
all you little kids
seem to think you know
just where it's at
I think I smell a rat
walking down the street
carrying a baseball bat
I think I smell a rat
Oh I think I smell a rat
I think I smell a rat
all you little kids
seem to think you know
just where is at
I think I smell a rat
treating your mother and father
like a welcome mat
I think I smell a rat
song performed by by White Stripes
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Aromatherapy
I want a
Man
Who
Smells
Me
Down
There
And says:
It's so nice.
I want to
Smell you
Again there.
Even if I
Smell
Putrid
He should
Love me
So much
That for him
My body
Would
Always be
A source of
Aromatherapy.
(Theme: Love)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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My face glows
12/08/2010
I feel the brightness on my face
I'm glowing like a diamond
The joy in my heart is finally been let free
now I can call you mine
I've been waiting for this day
The day you'd say to me “Hello Miss, how are you? ”
My heart couldn't believe you were talking to me
The man I love is finally in my life
My spirit rises with joy
My soul sings the melody
My heartbeat drums with the rhythm to the song
I feel it on the sides of my moving thighs as I walk
My honorable aura arouses many souls as I pass.
You can't miss it
I walk into a room my scent flows with the wind
leaving behind me a refreshing scent of a humble soul
leaving a questionable but unforgettable breeze
My smell is like a rainy forest
My presents is like a rainbow
I lit the room with beauty
My heart is happy and it is flowing to the outside
I'm in love and I'm unable to keep it in the inside
I'm full of joy and I'm unable to keep it silent
I feel the brightness in me
My face is glowing
My cup of love is over flowing with joy
Signed: Empress Ela Spirit
poem by Zanele Mavuso
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I Like Smells
i like smells...
woodsmoke, and food,
black coffee in the morning.
the smell of rain,
of mud, of wetness.
the smell of the walls
of the cave, of the stone,
of the moss...
the smell of sex, of arousal,
of a woman's neck.
the smell of pine needles,
of an old house,
of fresh turned earth...
the smell of old books,
of old dogs, of shadows
without form...
i've even become accustomed
to the smell of death!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Maybe I Am Already Somewhat Half-Forgotten (Roundel)
As the leaves, their smell, their scent half-rotten
are with the homecoming wishing me well
maybe I am already somewhat half-forgotten.
As the leaves, their smell,
does remind me, does a thousand stories tell,
of days that will always be unforgotten
of when I was under your charming spell
of the kisses that at a time were gotten
when we did meet deep in the dell
but unforgettable, life now is rotten,
as the leaves, their smell…
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sweet Reprieve Rose
Oh the smell of the sweet reprieve rose
That was thrown on the battle field for my soul
The inevitable mortal wound waits for me on yonder hill
As the dawn breaks on the time transcribed for me
Oh the smell of the sweet reprieve rose
Oh the smell of the sweet reprieve rose
When he was first enclosed
For three dark days and three lonely nights
Until he returned unto the light
Oh the smell of the sweet reprieve rose
Oh the smell of the sweet reprieve rose
When we are first enclosed
Waiting for his trumpet to blow
And for all of his people to be called home
Oh the smell of the sweet reprieve rose
poem by Brian Kilpatrick
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Woman
If I'd be so inclined to climb up beside you.
Would you tell me that the time just isn't right?
And if I ever find the key you hide so well
Will you tell me that I can spend the night?
Leaving your smell on my coat.
Leaving your taste on my shoulder.
I still fail to understand,
What it is about this woman.
If I could bottle up the chills you give me.
I would keep them in a jar next to my bed.
And if I should ever draw a picture of a woman,
It is you that would come flowing from my pen.
Leaving your clothes on the floor.
Making me walk out the door
And I still fail to understand
What it is about this woman.
Hopelessly melting as I stand next to the sun.
As she burns me, I am screaming out for more.
Drink every drop of liquid heat that I have become,
Pop me open, spill me out onto the floor.
Leaving your smell on my coat.
Leaving your taste on my shoulder.
I still fail to understand,
What it is about this woman.
Leaving your smell on my coat.
Leaving your taste on my shoulder.
I still fail to understand,
What it is about this woman.
song performed by by Maroon 5
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Unicorn 7
This forest glade, mossy, silent underfoot,
shaft of sunlight catching the quivering flight of woodland moths,
tempts even the shyest, slender deer
whose slightest nostril twitch, reveals a whole forest’s map;
the crackle of a single twig, a disappearing, graceful leap;
yet even the deer graze undisturbed
when in a thought’s space, that creature’s there;
for not proximity but presence, is what they share;
each, in peace, moves in the other’s presence;
this we know as peace.
and on the high hills where the air is ever on the move,
the eagle, circling like the first navigator
of the globe – yet seeing so much more –
glances undisturbed; with knowledge, and love, too, that’s beyond
family, or prey, when that strange, familiar white creature
with flowing mane, prances, canters, into sight; their presence shared
so far apart; so near.
and in the foamy waves, the dolphins leap and sport
around it, as that creature, open-mouthed as if in joy,
shakes from its wet and glorious mane
the salty drops of water, while the dolphins
speak to it in a language beyond beauty’s sound –
so this noble creature in its turn
undisturbed by those to whom it shows itself
beyond all perturbations of the world;
detached, yet gives itself to all;
Orpheus, or unicorn, or Muse –
to be led by such a creature, joyously,
knowing nothing of the where or here or there
but trust – this the poetry of the world.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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April Rain! !
Drop, dropp and many drops
came dropping
on my cottage roof
the heavenly shower
wetting, and more drops
falling
flowing from the thatch-eves
pure and filtered fresh
the first April morning rain
washing the dusty leaves
pure and green
and
the fragrant coriander leaves
blessed with silver liquid gems.
Upon a high branch
a pair of starlings shivers cold
blankets its body
with its warm feathers
hid under a thick leaves
their ears straightened
listening to the soft blew
of the april wind
a melody to compose
and a melody to chirp
a company to the first April rain.
Oh! ! the first april rain
that sheds from heaven
to welcome the spring
purify the way of its coming
freshen the dusty atmosphere
with its showers
and to make the gardens
beautifully adorn with flowers.
i can smell
the smell of first wet earth
of the temple altar
pure and sacred
like the chandan tilak*
charming yellowish on my forehead
the wet drops on the green shijou* plant
resides there like the holy water sprinkled
I can see the footstep stone
at the altar
ever wet
is wet again
by the shower of the first april rain.
Oh the first april rain
fulfilled my thirsty heart
that was dry and barren
brought to me the wetness
and washed away all my worries
Oh the april rain
kisses my heart
with wetness all over again.
poem by D'menz Veen
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The Smell of Purple is in the Air
Late Spring, Early Summer
Breeze Blowing Along with the light Misty Rain
Ah.....How wonderful the smell
So Fresh, So Crisp
Reminding Me of Grandma's Homemade Pie
Ah.....That Breeze Blows letting the Smell glisten through the Air
Right into My Window, Soft as a Rabbit's Fur
The Smell of Purple is in the Air
I just lie back on the bed and relax
That smell brings a Calm Peaceful feeling over me
Peace...
Ah....How great that feels...
Wonderful
The Smell of Purple is in the Air
Field of fresh Blueberries...Bushes Full
Sweet, Soft, Spring, Summer
Breeze Blowing, The Mist of Rain
Ah....Bring on the peace...The Wonderful Feeling
Beautiful..... Is that ' The Smell of Purple is in the Air '
poem by Lorene Erwin
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The Lonely Road
It was masked by massive tall oaks
The lonely road
Rivers of tears flanked its path
By each end a crying bath
The lonely road
The sharp and bumpy gravel
I used to travel
The lonely road
With frigid bones and bare feet
Not a scrap to eat
The lonely road
Reminded me of nothing
Nothing but sorrow
To hell with today
The same with tomorrow
The lonely road
A path to my end
Sorrow to spend
On the lonely road
Of tales untold.
Come Journey With Me
Come walk with me in the rain.
Over there is a beautiful rainbow with
many colors of God's love shining through,
elegantly glowing across the splendid sky.
Just a few steps away, it seems to be,
over the world like an archway to heaven.
Under the rainbow, at the end, they say there is a pot of gold.
Rarely do you see a beautiful rainbow so bright.
Notice the colors as they fade into the sky;
eventually it will disappear into the air,
yet you will always remember
the beauty of God's rainbow.
Will you come journey with me in the rain?
Instantly I can smell it.
I love the smell of rain.
Take time to soak in the beauty of the rainbow,
how it's just so high it touches the sky.
Many people never take time to soak in God's beauty,
even though he has it out there,
for us to know that he is still watching over us
and comforting all who believe in him.
So come, journey with me to the ends of the rainbow.
By MELISSIA ANN SENTER
poem by Melissia Ann Senter
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The Lonely Path
One one lonely Lonely lonely one Lonely lonely Londoner I am very very lonely Loneliness is killing me in a lonely path I am frustrated Lonely at heart At the lonely path of London street, i walk on a lonely path The path that is wide is noisy very busy The lonely path is the narrow path very peaceful We all want peace
poem by Olayemi Ayo
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A Process in the Weather of the Heart
A process in the weather of the heart
Turns damp to dry; the golden shot
Storms in the freezing tomb.
A weather in the quarter of the veins
Turns night to day; blood in their suns
Lights up the living worm.
A process in the eye forwarns
The bones of blindness; and the womb
Drives in a death as life leaks out.
A darkness in the weather of the eye
Is half its light; the fathomed sea
Breaks on unangled land.
The seed that makes a forest of the loin
Forks half its fruit; and half drops down,
Slow in a sleeping wind.
A weather in the flesh and bone
Is damp and dry; the quick and dead
Move like two ghosts before the eye.
A process in the weather of the world
Turns ghost to ghost; each mothered child
Sits in their double shade.
A process blows the moon into the sun,
Pulls down the shabby curtains of the skin;
And the heart gives up its dead.
poem by Dylan Thomas
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Lust
The smell fills her senses, she breathes it in,
She knows it is wrong, that it's a sin,
She turns her back forces herself to run,
She runs away from m the scent she longs for, out of the sun,
She runs farther into the dark, the forest,
She runs faster than ever, into the trees to leave the rest,
The rest of what she wants, of what she longs for,
But she knows she can't let herself loose what shes woked so hard for
She ran, till safe from temtation from the longing,
And slowly her lover caught up the stopped in front of her, wondering,
She made herself continue, with him close behind,
The she smelled a new smell, and she knew what she had to find.
The lion was purched in a tree,
She knew what she had to do, and this kill would be free,
She wouldn't have to deal with the guilt of someone
She only had the feeling of thirst leaving, of being the one who won
Who won the battle between instinct and right, of doing what she must,
She won the battle against wanting human, the battle of lust
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Resurrection
All rank on rank the tall white lillies stood,
The graceful palms against the rose-flushed sky
Showed gemmed with dew-drops, and red poppies glowed
Through the rank grass near by.
All hushed the air was - rapt and clear and still
The earth, late racked with pain
Felt it's insensate form with rapture thrill
And hope was born again
But in that garden there was silence deep,
All nature waited - till a ringing cry
'Rabboni! Master!' cleft the dewey air,
And swift the listening sky
Flashed into splendour, and the sun leaped up
And all creation thrilled with joy new-born
Hailing Our risen Lord with ectasy
On that first Easter morn.
poem by Alice Guerin Crist
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A New Age Is Dawning
Relentless- -the human equation
Played under spurious skies
Its illogical Earthen cover
Courting one anothers demise;
Half thought out knowledge...
Half seen Earthen spheres...
Half spoken mistakes made
Over semi rainbow infused years;
Promises dissolving all the words
Reminders of so many empty tears...
Reckless abandon-courted disturbingly-
Bathed in treacherous jeers;
Ghostly silence... unexpected...
As it pulls at the skies unreal grey
Sacrafices and trials finally shared-
While atheists-now- kneel and pray! ;
Where once there seemed nothing to believe in
Where once everything was angery and a lie
Where once no one cared about this Earth
Or how many innocents had died! ;
The change- it happened slowly-inperceivibly
No answers to the: Where, When or Why-
But belief in Him-arrived again! ! ! !
'Neath a genuine New Age Heavenly sky! ;
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Written: Honoring The New Golden Crystal Age...
poem by Theodora Onken
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