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Autumn geese

the small birds
have gone
nervous and twitching together

they sat on wires
now underlining
the spaces left for words
which won't come

in the dark
across gaps in the sky
geesefly homing- in
they cry this is our South

and I've been waiting
holding the moon high
over mud-flats
at the estuary's mouth

poem by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady
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Birds On The Wires

Birds on the wires
though I know not your name
are you there to tell me
that spring will soon come?

Birds on the wires
though I know not your name
have you already chosen the tree
where you will make a nest
for your eggs?

Birds on the wires
can you see me from there?

How I wish
I have wings like you
so I can fly high enough
to see from above
the beauty of life
below.

poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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When the birds fly

When the birds fly
the mind opens its eye
the heart looks up to the sky
the birds fly.

The birds fly south
the ear opens its mouth
the nose sees summer
the kids they are playing out...

When the birds fly
we dream our words dont die.
Reborn with a babys cry
the birds fly leaving stars
they stay in the night,
we are the birds
we escape to the light.

poem by Daniel McCann
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God Save The South

It was a red hot night night in mobile
Sweat glistened on the reverends chin
His mohair suit was shinin
He told us all about sin
It could be wall to wall in wall street
We could be livin hand to mouth
Jesus loved a yankee
But God saved the south
Across the street in the pool hall
Bubba put the eight ball down
Its a high five celebration
They passed the jack around
Its wall to wall in wall street
Were livin hand to mouth
Jesus loved a yankee
But God saved the south
God saved the south
Yankee boy shut your mouth
Yes, God saved the south
Yankee boy shut your mouth
Shut your mouth
Some long haired boys with guitars
Playin behind the chicken wire
Theyre goin up to new york city
Gonna sing about atlantas fire
It could be wall to wall in wall street
We could be livin hand to mouth
Jesus loved a yankee
But God saved the south
And God saved the south
Yankee boy shut your mouth
Yes, God saved the south
Yankee boy shut your mouth
Yes, God saved the south
Yankee boy shut your mouth
And God saved the south
So,yankee boy shut your mouth
And God saved the south
Yankee boy shut your mouth
Yes, God saved the south
So, yankee boy shut your mouth
God saved the south
So, yankee boy shut your mouth

song performed by by Nazareth
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High As The Moon

i built an altar for you
out of polaroids and pins
on the wall of my room
i don't know what to do
waiting for you
should be a sin
out of south station
builds me up
it's all i can do
high as the moon
waiting for you
to come back to my room
i built an altar for you
hope you come around
those lead to my house
i had a question for you
telling the truth
throws at the sound
outside a station
builds me up
it's all i can do
high as the moon
waiting for you
to come back to my room
all i can say
is show me some strength
come over please
your enemies
won't get to you
waiting to speak
days into weeks
come over please
no enemies
outside a station
builds me up
it's all i can do
high as the moon
waiting for you
to come back to me please
come over soon
no enemies
come over see
i'm begging you

song performed by by Get Up Kids from On A Wire
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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It Is Late, But It Is Not Always Too Late To Play

it is late
but it is never
always
late to still play
our games

it is dark
and they already left for their homes.
the rest are quitting

mothers are waiting
and fathers are silent as always
square jawed.

can we still play? yes just the two of us now
under the moon
beneath the trees
our feet soft on the thick grasses

you keep your mouth shut.
you pick up the ball and you throw it to me.

i am now holding it.
but i will not be keeping it for long
i have no use of it now.

i will throw it away.

can we just laugh and be children again?
let us have a new beginning.

that is my only point.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Birds Turning South

stacking wood,
chill morning air...
birds turning south.

axe and boots,
old truck loaded down....
birds turning south.

dreams and passions,
tied down and loaded,
birds turning south.

memory stained moments,
when the earth stoppt turning...
birds turning south.

now nothing more than
empty nests, a stray feather...
birds rurning south!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Rhythm Of The Day

The moon is bright, so high, so cool
The sun, fumbles, gazes in the grass
The lake sparkles, smiles, in the grey
Smiling at each day

The verse, comes from the east
The west dangles, dances within
a bawl inside
Rivers cropping, like spokes
And is agrand pa Mulanje mountain
And, to the south, Viphya
with birds, smiling

Order of the day is shaking
Vigorous heads retakes brittle words
Words of wisdom from all walks of life
Smiling at the ridged land

Before is a reclaim of the garden
So, beautiful and the lake washes,
washes, washes, washes
While the doleful king points out,
points out, points out so high

So high, is the song, and birds
Slander and go
In the rhythm of the day

poem by Paul Mwenelupembe
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Too Many Words

too many words
instead of filling up the gaps

multiply the empty
blank spaces between the lines
where the words
try to rule and conquer what thoughts
are trying to occupy

i like to make a point.
and this is it.

what do you need?
what do you want?

make the difference. think.
please do not write anything.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Unripe Apples Fall

Unripe apples fall
and lie wasting on the ground,
spots spreading into brown,
circles, decaying, waiting
for sun and time to gently take
seminal seeds into the warm earth.

Small birds fall
down low
from their high, swaying tree,
to where patient
fallen apples
melt and glow.

Two looming hawks rise
waiting for the time to be right,
to turn their dark wings
and with swift silent stroke
give feathered death
to these surprised souls,
casting them like seeds
into the dark soil.

poem by Steven Federle
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Sonata

The grave is empty.
Darkness, half lit by the blurred moon,
Chilled by the sea, the fog waiting,
The enthralled stars, nearly lost,
Searching for another earth,
The dark soil waiting for the seed.

Chaos-night.
The memory of a fireplace,
Warmth with music
Undulating arias
Like small birds falling into darkness.

Cold rain
Driving against my window.
Muffled music and dreams of water,
And another grave.

poem by Steven Federle
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One of the best

Can any one claim and dispute?
The position of mother and her repute
The new born wait eagerly for early food
Mother holding it high in neighborhood

It has natural backing and understanding
Mothers always stand firm in defending
Whatever may be the cause she is always there?
Children are safe with no worries or fear

How come mothers remain unconcerned?
No temptation for anything even if offered
Nothing can deter when children are waiting at home
Rushing to nest with food in mouth for welcome

What a joy to feel when al the mouth opens!
Take food one by one still keep eyes close
Direct feeding with full contentment
Nest so high with no possible movement

Birds or human beings, love has only one language
Discharge your obligation and leave behind imprint on page
It is recognized already even if not told on the face
Mothers may always remain in fray with lively race

See the birds with no worry and no talent?
Timely arrangement even with all the materials absent
No expertise yet pleasant display of safe nest
Free from any danger and considered to be one of the best

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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In Faith

When the soft sweet wind o' the south went by,
I dwelt in the light of a dark brown eye;
And out where the robin sang his song,
We lived and loved, while the days were long.

In the sweet, sweet eves, when the moon swung high,
We wandered under the starry sky;
Or sat in the porch, and the moon looked through
The latticed wall where the roses grew.

My lips, that hd no lover's kiss,
You taught the art, till they trilled in bliss;
And the moon, and the stars, and the roses knew
That the heart you won was pure and true.

But true hearts weary men, maybe,
For you grew weary of love, and me.
Over the porch the dead vines hang,
And a mourning dove sobs where the robin sang.

In a warmer clime does another sigh
Under the light of your dark brown eye?
Did you follow the soft sweet wing o' the south,
And are you kissing a redder mouth?

Lips may be redder, and eyes more bright;
The face may be fairer you see to-night;
But never, love, while the stars shall shine,
Will you find a heart that is truer than mine.

Sometime, perhaps, when south winds blow,
You will think of a love you used to know;
Sometime, perhaps, when a robin sings,
Your heart will go back to olden things.

Sometime you will weary of this world's arts,
Of deceit and change and hollow hearts,
And, wearying, sigh for the 'used to be, '
And your feet will turn to the porch, and me.

I shall watch for you here when days grow long;
I shall list for your step through the robin's song;
I shall sit in the porch where the moon looks through,
And a vacant chair will wait - for you.

You may stray, and forget, and rove afar,
But my changeless love, like the polar star,
Will draw you at length o'er land and sea -
And I know you will yet come back to me.

The years may come, and the years may go,
But sometime again, when south winds blow,
When roses bloom, and the moon swings high,
I shall live in he light of your dark brown eye.

poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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You Took The Words Right Out My Mouth

It was a hot summer night and the beach was burning
There was a fog crawling over the sand
When I listen to your heart I hear the whole world turning
I see the shooting stars
Falling through your trembling hands
You were licking your lips and your lipstick shining
I was dying just to ask for a taste
We were lying together in a silver lining
By the light of the moon
You know there's not another moment to waste
Not another moment
Not another moment to waste
You hold me so close that my knees grow weak
But my soul is flying high above the ground
I'm trying to speak but no matter what I do
I just can't seem to make any sound
And then you took the words right out of my mouth
Oh-it must have been while you were kissing me
You took the words right out of my mouth
And I swear it's true
I was just about to say I love you
And then you took the words right out of my mouth
Oh-it must have been while you were kissing me
You took the words right out of my mouth
And I swear it's true
I was just about to say I love you
Now my body is shaking like a wave on the water
And I guess that I'm beginning to grin
Oooh, we're finally alone and we can do what we want to
The night is young
And ain't no one gonna know where
No one gonna know where
No one's gonna know where you've been
You were licking your lips and your lipstick shining
I was dying just to ask for a taste
We were lying together in a silver lining
By the light of the moon
You know there's not another moment to waste
Not another moment
Not another moment to waste
And then you took the words right out of my mouth
Oh-it must have been while you were kissing me
You took the words right out of my mouth
And I swear it's true
I was just about to say I love you
And then you took the words right out of my mouth
Oh-it must have been while you were kissing me
You took the words right out of my mouth
And I swear it's true
I was just about to say I love you

song performed by by Meat Loaf
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Dark Dark Moon......

Dark dark moon
Dark dark moon
No no no no no, don't show me your face...!

Dark dark moon
Dark dark moon
No no no no no, no my eyes won't turn...!

Dark dark moon
Dark dark moon
No no no no no, please don't talk to me...!

Dark dark moon
Dark dark moon
No no no no no, please please don't go away....!

poem by Rowving Smith
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Mouth To Mouth

Your body grows more beautiful
With every move you make
Your body grows more beautiful
With every bite i take
You won't believe i love you
It's too stupid for words
So i lick your trembling lips
And use your hands to feed the birds
I laid with you for hours
Staring at your face
I laid with you for hours
Remembering your taste
And when the morning came
It splattered us in light
I think i left you sleeping there
I think i left you sleeping
Mouth to mouth - i asked you to stay
Mouth to mouth - but you're slipping away
Down seven stairs and first on the left
Arch your back and hold your breath
A million fat girls and a million fat man
Couldn't put me back together again.

song performed by by Cure
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Wearing The Inside Out

From morning to night I stayed out of sight
Didnt recognise what Id become
No more than alive Id barely survive
In a word...overrun
Wont hear a sound
From my mouth
Ive spent too long
On the inside out
My skin is cold
To the human touch
This bleeding hearts
Not beating much
I murmured a vow of silence and now
I dont even hear when I think aloud
Extinguished by light I turn on the night
Wear its darkness with an empty smile
Im creeping back to life
My nervous system all away
Im wearing the inside out
Look at him now
Hes paler somehow
But hes coming round
Hes starting to choke
Its been so long since he spoke
Well he can have the words right from my mouth
And with these words I can see
Clear through the clouds that covered me
Just give it time then speak my name
Now we can hear ourselves again
Im holding out
For the day
When all the clouds
Have blown away
Im with you now
Can speak your name
Now we can hear
Ourselves again
Hes curled into the corner
But still the screen is flickering
With an endless stream of garbage to
...curse the place
In a sea of random images
The self-destructing animal
Waiting for the waves to break
Hes standing on the threshold
Caught in fiery anger
And hurled into the furnace hell
...curse the place
Hes torn in all directions
And the screen is still flickering
Waiting for the flames to break

song performed by by Pink Floyd
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With Each Day Passing

Every day I feel more demoralized
as many old friends pass on to heaven
before new ones can be found
to fill the empty spaces they leave behind.

Little birds sing their cheerful chorus
as the morning begins to rise.
I stand in the shadows of the evening call
and watch the bats in silence fly.

Each day seems to pass quicker than the last
merging morning and afternoon into one.
Alone I stand and watch the moon
rise quietly from the eastern sky.

Every fibre in my soul aches
for those whom my life has lost.
The gaps within my life grow
more and more with each day passing.

2 December 2012

poem by David Harris
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Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.

aphorism by Rabindranath Tagore from Stray Birds (1916), translated by Rabindranath Tagore
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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A Party Of Specials

Last night I dreamt a boulevard
some specials sitting rounded beside a table
bags are stagged just under a huge tree
having their own likings sip after sip

no one on the earth except those
only some silent birds listening the grave voice
specials try to communicate with their turn

smells it high
radiates it high
interacts furiously
whether sanctity of words
should be maintained or not

feeling insulted someone trying to tear own hair
someone holding a knife pointing someone
threatning loudly to withdraw last utterance
someone musically
holding the thread to make it tie

the rain appeared abrupt
the specials chilled their anger
boulevard began to dance with dream
to hold the moments eternal

just a long dark canvas
its center illuminates with colors
specials flying to catch rain-drops
individuals just flowing out from center
and dots of light blistering
all the surroundings of dark

poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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She'll Drive The Big Car

She waited by the moon
She was sick with fear and cold
She felt too old for all of this
Of course she never showed
She lugged her suitcase to the bus
Melted home through the snow
North along riverside
She slips beneath the sheets
A husbands quiet devoted wife
But strangers sad and nervous
By the dawns early light
Loves lies like a dead cloud
On a shabby, yellow lawn
Up on riverside
She'll drive the big car
He'll sit behind
She'll keep an eye on Jessica
South along the Hudson
She'll turn the radio high
Find a station playing sad, sad soul
Just a little bit louder now
South along the Hudson yea
Just a little bit faster now
Just a little bit louder now
Just a little bit angry now
South along the Hudson, yea
And she'll drive the big car
And talk herself insane
Just a little bit louder now
Just a little bit angry now
Way back when Millennium
Meant racing to the light
He promised her a dream-life
He'd take her back to street-life
Away from violent water
With its Cormorants and leaves
Up on riverside
She'll drive the big car
But he'll sit behind
Bursting her bubbles of Ludlow and Grand
South along the Hudson
She'll turn the radio way up high
Find a station playing sad, sad soul
Just a little bit louder now
South along the Hudson
Just a little bit faster now
Just a little bit louder now
Just a little bit angry now
South along the Hudson, yea
Just a little bit faster now
Just a little bit louder now
Just a little bit angry now
South along the Hudson, yea
She'll drive the big car
He'll sit behind
She'll keep an eye on Jessica
Just a little bit faster now
Just a little bit faster now

song performed by by David Bowie
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