May Morning
I lie stretched out upon the window-seat
And doze, and read a page or two, and doze,
And feel the air like water on me close,
Great waves of sunny air that lip and beat
With a small noise, monotonous and sweet,
Against the window -- and the scent of cool,
Frail flowers by some brown and dew-drenched pool
Possesses me from drowsy head to feet.
This is the time of all-sufficing laughter
At idiotic things some one has done,
And there is neither past nor vague hereafter.
And all your body stretches in the sun
And drinks the light in like a liquid thing;
Filled with the divine languor of late spring.
poem by Stephen Vincent Benet
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Campus Sonnets: May Morning
I lie stretched out upon the window-seat
And doze, and read a page or two, and doze,
And feel the air like water on me close,
Great waves of sunny air that lip and beat
With a small noise, monotonous and sweet,
Against the window - and the scent of cool,
Frail flowers by some brown and dew-drenched pool
Possesses me from drowsy head to feet.
This is the time of all-sufficing laughter
At idiotic things some one has done,
And there is neither past nor vague hereafter.
And all your body stretches in the sun
And drinks the light in like a liquid thing;
Filled with the divine languor of late spring.
poem by Stephen Vincent Benet
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The Bench Of Boors
In bed I muse on Tenier's boors,
Embrowned and beery losels all;
A wakeful brain
Elaborates pain:
Within low doors the slugs of boors
Laze and yawn and doze again.
In dreams they doze, the drowsy boors,
Their hazy hovel warm and small:
Thought's ampler bound
But chill is found:
Within low doors the basking boors
Snugly hug the ember-mound.
Sleepless, I see the slumberous boors
Their blurred eyes blink, their eyelids fall:
Thought's eager sight
Aches--overbright!
Within low doors the boozy boors
Cat-naps take in pipe-bowl light.
poem by Herman Melville
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One Small Drop Of Water
The pounding of the ocean waves
as they break upon the sand
is a reminder of the tremendous strength
of water surrounding the land.
The peaceful lapping of aqua water
as it rolls upon the sand
graces us with its gentleness
just as the Creator planned.
The saltiness in the great big seas
tastes just like your tears.
For the water that's within us
calls us close to the piers.
Sitting quietly, breathing it in,
You become one with it all.
The magnificence of the scene
makes you feel so small.
And yet as you sit there under the skies
it makes you realize
that you are a part of this wonder
no matter how small your size.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Quids
The little quids, the million quids,
The everywhere, everything, always quids,
The atoms of the Monoton—
Each turned three essences where it stood
And ground a gisty dust from its neighbors' edges
Until a powdery thoughtfall stormed in and out,
The cerebration of a slippery quid enterprise.
Each quid stirred.
The united quids
Waved through a sinuous decision.
The quids, that had never done anything before
But be, be, be, be, be,
The quids resolved to predicate
And dissipate in a little grammar.
Oh, the Monoton didn't care,
For whatever they did—
The Monoton's contributing quids—
The Monoton would always remain the same.
A quid here and there gyrated in place-position,
While many essential quids turned inside-out
For the fun of it
And a few refused to be anything but
Simple, unpredicated copulatives.
Little by little, this commotion of quids,
By threes, by tens, by casual millions,
Squirming within the state of things—
The metaphysical acrobats,
The naked, immaterial quids—
Turned inside on themselves
And came out dressed,
Each similar quid of the inward same,
Each similar quid dressed in a different way—
The quid's idea of a holiday.
The quids could never tell what was happening.
But the Monoton felt itself differently the same
In its different parts.
The silly quids upon their rambling exercise
Never knew, could never tell
What their pleasure was about,
What their carnival was like,
Being in, being in, being always in
Where they never could get out
Of the everywhere, everything, always in,
To derive themselves from the Monoton.
But I know, with a quid inside of me,
But I know what a quid's disguise is like,
Being one myself,
The gymnastic device
That a quid puts on for exercise.
And so should the trees,
And so should the worms,
And so should you,
And all the other predicates,
And all the other accessories
Of the quid's masquerade.
poem by Laura Riding
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Jewel Of The Cosmos
She is but a speck this water planet
A shimmering jewel in the Cosmos
Alas, an evil few choose pose a threat
Of total ruin whilst unsuspecting doze
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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A Roar Through The Tall Twin Elm-Trees
A roar thro' the tall twin elm-trees
The mustering storm betrayed:
The South-wind seized the willow
That over the water swayed.
Then fell the steady deluge
In which I strove to doze,
Hearing all night at my window
The knock of the winter rose.
The rainy rose of winter!
An outcast it must pine.
And from thy bosom outcast
Am I, dear lady mine.
poem by George Meredith
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Uncle Salty
Uncle salty told me
Stories of the lonely
Baby, we can only come alive to me
Her man he was lusted
Daddy he was busted
They left her to be trusted
To the orphanage
But when she cried at night
No one cared
And when she cried at night
Went insane
Uncle salty told me
When she was just a baby
That she could buy a mabye
Someday shed see
Soon she found that money
Is love for all the others
The pushers and the shovers
Was the life to me
But when she cried at night
No one cared
And when she cried at night
Went insane
Oh, its a sunny day outside my window
Oh, its a sunny day outside my window
Oh, oh yeah
Oh, oh yeah
Now shes doin many
For money and the penny
Sell her for a penny or two or three
Hers is the cunnin
For men that come a runnin
They all come for fun and it seems to me
That when she cried at night
No one cared
And when she cried at night
Went insane
Oh, its a sunny day outside my window
Oh, its a sunny day outside my window
Oh, its a sunny day outside my window
Oh, its a sunny day outside my window
Oh, its a sunny day outside my window
Oh, its a sunny day outside my window
Oh, its a sunny day outside my window
Oh, its a sunny day outside my window
song performed by by Aerosmith
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Happy the Lab'rer
Happy the lab'rer in his Sunday clothes!
In light-drab coat, smart waistcoat, well-darn'd hose,
Andhat upon his head, to church he goes;
As oft, with conscious pride, he downward throws
A glance upon the ample cabbage rose
That, stuck in button-hole, regales his nose,
He envies not the gayest London beaux.
In church he takes his seat among the rows,
Pays to the place the reverence he owes,
Likes best the prayers whose meaning least he knows,
Lists to the sermon in a softening doze,
And rouses joyous at the welcome close.
poem by Jane Austen
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Where The Waters Meet
today i feel good
i walked in the water
loved how it felt under my feet
i look out in the oceans
and wonder
where the waters meet
so i walk i untill the water meets my breast
i look around and see more water
am i in the middle
where the waters meet
do it feel me
where the water meets my skin
so warm and soft
but yet so i wonder
where the waters meet
i give in to the waves
and lean till i float
close my eyes and i feel my self drift away
where the water meet i will never know
where the waves take me is where ill go
where the water meets my soul
poem by Raesheka Antwine
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The End Of The Chapter
Ah, yes, the chapter ends to-day;
We even lay the book away;
But oh, how sweet the moments sped
Before the final page was read!
We tried to read between the lines
The Author's deep-concealed designs;
But scant reward such search secures;
You saw my heart and I saw yours.
The Master,--He who penned the page
And bade us read it,--He is sage:
And what he orders, you and I
Can but obey, nor question why.
We read together and forgot
The world about us. Time was not.
Unheeded and unfelt, it fled.
We read and hardly knew we read.
Until beneath a sadder sun,
We came to know the book was done.
Then, as our minds were but new lit,
It dawned upon us what was writ;
And we were startled. In our eyes,
Looked forth the light of great surprise.
Then as a deep-toned tocsin tolls,
A voice spoke forth: 'Behold your souls!'
I do, I do. I cannot look
Into your eyes: so close the book.
But brought it grief or brought it bliss,
No other page shall read like this!
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Fait accompli
the plane took off
i realized i did not like the aisle seat
i transferred to the window seat
and the stewardess said
'excuse me, sir! ' trying to stop me
for doing so,
i pretended i heard no one
moved as fast a i can towards the window seat
fastened my seat belt
and put my head
well rested on the
beside the window
below the clouds flew
past me
on a deceiving speed
the mountains spread
benumbing
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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For Years I An Hiding Under The Wing
For years I am hiding under the wing
of God who daily protects me
and sometimes I feel safe when I doze away,
I had even been involved in His work
and every weekend I visit His church
but still I cannot forget
that death goes on its own way,
where it measures out the life of every human being.
poem by Gert Strydom
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There's no hope of me becoming completely relaxed on stage. If I did, I'd sit down and doze off.
quote by Robert Smith
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Collideascope
Collideascope
Careful, dont look down the wrong end
You will see ships that fall out of the sky
Who put that nail in your eye
You make me want to cry with your...
Collideascope
Everything looks smashed and broken
You will see fishes that drown in the sea
If you dont alter your mind
Id hate you to go blind why dont you
Wakey wakey wakey
Little sleeper
If you doze much longer
Then life turns to dreaming
Wakey wakey wakey
Little sleeper
If you doze much longer
Then dreams turn to nightmares
Collideascope
Everything looks topsy turvy
You will see one young girl split into two
One half whos false one half true
You better get your glue ready
Wakey wakey wakey
Little sleeper
Collideascope
Careful dont look down the wrong end
All the worlds colours will crash into one
Monochrome livings no fun
Youre staring down a gun with your
Collideascope
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The Vibrant Versifier
Swirling around a crimson rose,
sat a bee writhed in smiles,
on a petal nice with shine,
slipped to her core!
Aha! Slid to her core!
“How dare you come and kiss? ”
Tell me, “ Where from are you thief? ”
Answer didn’t give the swooning bee;
Sank low to quench his thirst with glee.
Buzzing there with bent knee,
smacking on the lips free;
hummed a tune to please the rose;
fainted with a doze.
Aha! Fainted with a doze!
“I’m a honey-maker with verve
and live in that fine hive.
Never tell lies to my love.
To you build a palace in the bough! ”
When the bee, said these words,
Which he said so, two weeks back,
the rose with a wry smile,
closed her petals;
at dusk squeezed him to writhe.
--------19.01.2012
Note: can be sung in the tune of a Tamil film song:
“Manam Ennum Medai Maelae”.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Retirement?
Hour by hour I sit and muse
in what way my brain to use.
Shall I write or shall I read
for such effort is there need
I think on this and think on that,
some thoughts come easily as pat,
others cause my brain to shun
from anything that isn’t fun.
Retirement. A perpetual rest?
I’ve never known a harder test!
I’ve never been inclined to shirk,
but doing nothing’s such hard work.
I’m sure it’s true, some OAPs
know how it’s best to enjoy ease.
I wish that I was one of those
able to sit, relax and doze.
poem by Kate Beamish
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Mistresses are like books; if you pore upon them too much, they doze you and make you unfit for company; but if used discreetly, you are the fitter for conversation by em.
quote by William Wycherley
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Sunny Days
Sometimes it does not take much
To make my day just a nice smile
In the morning before I go on my way
I love it when the sun casts shadows
On the dark street and when I glance
At your picture by the window seat
My days are happy when my mood
Is steady and serene nothing can disturb
My equilibrium not even caffeine
I call those times my sunny days
Because I love the sun and I feel
Well anchored while having fun
Walking around seems easy because
My weight is lite I dismiss all darker thoughts
And everything is all right objects sparkle
And I can smile about threatful things
Because I am well protected
And easily spread my wings
Sunny days are great and
I can connect all the dots even the ones
I had missed before and there are lots
I wish I could thank everyone
For those special days because it appears
That all take part in their own ways
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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Window Dreamin
Lookin out by my window,
Thinking bout you all the time,
Wish you were here with me
Right here by my side,
cause Im window, window dreamin
cause Im window, window dreamin
Every time I find myself on the road
Miss you holdin me tight
Flop down in my easy chair,
Makes me feel alright
cause Im window, window dreamin
cause Im window, window dreamin
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Gigs are fun, when theyre done,
Feel so down, act like a clown,
Companys great, but when its late,
Im lookin for the phone
I feel so alone--so alone
Knowin the way we both feel,
O know youre always gonna be my friend
Dig, your face, lord, its real
Someday Im never gonna go again,
cause Im window, window dreamin
cause Im window, window dreamin
(bridge)
Gigs are fun, when theyre done,
Feel so down, act like a clown,
Companys great, but when its late,
Im lookin for the phone
I feel so alone--
So all alone
song performed by by Chicago
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Beautiful Noise
Written by: neil diamond
What a beautiful noise
Comin up from the street
Got a beautiful sound
Its got a beautiful beat
Its a beautiful noise
Goin on everywhere
Like the clickety-clack
Of a train on a track
Its got a rhythm to spare
Its a beautiful noise
And its sound that I love
And its fit me as well
As a hand in a glove
Yes it does, yes it does
What a beautiful noise
Comin up from the park
Its the song of the kids
And it plays until dark
Its the song of the cars
On their furious flights
But theres even romance
In the way that they dance
To beat of the lights
Its a beautiful noise
And its a sound that I love
And it makes me feel good
Like a hand in a glove
Yes it does, yes it does
What a beautiful noise
Its a beautiful noise
Made of joy an of strife
Like a symphony played
By a passing parade
Its the music of life
What a beautiful noise
Comin up to my room
And its beggin for me
Just to give it a tune
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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