Matins
Times of transition
appeal to my sense of
transcendence.
In joyful morning
eastern gold flows
over our highest leaves.
The blue-jays shriek
as our cat prowls
the wet grass.
She does not care
that this is the edge of time.
But I can feel the sun’s fire
as I work in the yard
And hear the mockingbird
in our highest eves
calling to his love
in the cherry tree.
Soon the wind
again will rise
and another summer day
will coldly decline
As the western fires
wilt
to bluest steel, to
blackest silk.
poem by Steven Federle
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Though All Around The Devil Prowls
Though all around the devil prowls
And tempts good men to fear.
Though he loudly shrieks and howls
He cannot harm us here.
His legions dark are terrible,
His armies are drawing near.
But we in Christ are strong and stable,
We have no need for fear.
So let the devil shriek and howl,
The battle has been won.
Though all around the devil prowls,
We have the light of God's dear Son.
poem by Aidan Clevinger
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Perpetual Motion
What (said the poet) should we care
For all this mad world's phantasies,
For rumours rife upon the air
Of terrors looming overseas?
If so, the soul were plagued alway
With far-fetched grieving, what of mirth?
For somewhere sorror broods all day;
Yet laughter, too, inhabits earth.
For the sun shines and the grass grows,
And the ferns nod above the stream
That down this placid valley flows;
Then let us rest a while, and dream.
For the grass grows as the sun shines,
And the stream flows and sings a song
To chide the sad heart that repines
Ah, summer, summer, linger long!
What (I gave answer) badgers me
Are not the tragedies of earth.
Despite your gay philosophy
Of seeking joy and claiming mirth
For boon companions as you go,
Oft times these very joys oppress
And suns that shine and streams that flow
May be a source of weariness.
For the grass grows and the sun gleams
To sear the grass and, where they flow,
I must bring water from the streams
To make the blinking grass to grow.
And the sun gleams and the grass grows -
Indeed I know it well enough;
For as it springs where water flows
I've got to cut the blasted stuff.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Progress Report
My need has frayed with time; you said it would.
It has; I can walk again across the flood
Of gold sil popples on the straw-gold hills
Under a deep Californian sky that expels
All truant clouds; watch squads of cattle graze
By the radio-telescope; blue-battered jays
Flash raucous squaking by my swivelling head
While squirrels sine-wave past over the dead
Oak-leaves, and not miss you_although I may
Admit that near the telescope yesterday
By a small bushcovered gully I blundered on
Five golden fox-cubs playing in the sun
And wished you had been there to see them play;
But that I only mention by the way.
poem by Vikram Seth
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Dewdrops
The dewdrops on every blade of grass are so much like silver drops
that I am obliged to stoop down as I walk to see if they are pearls,
and those sprinkled on the ivy-woven beds of primroses underneath the
hazels, whitethorns and maples are so like gold beads that I stooped
down to feel if they were hard, but they melted from my finger. And
where the dew lies on the primrose, the violet and whitethorn leaves
they are emerald and beryl, yet nothing more than the dews of the
morning on the budding leaves; nay, the road grasses are covered with
gold and silver beads, and the further we go the brighter they seem to
shine, like solid gold and silver. It is nothing more than the sun's
light and shade upon them in the dewy morning; every thorn-point and
every bramble-spear has its trembling ornament: till the wind gets
a little brisker, and then all is shaken off, and all the shining
jewelry passes away into a common spring morning full of budding
leaves, primroses, violets, vernal speedwell, bluebell and orchis, and
commonplace objects.
poem by John Clare
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Birds' Nests
he summer nests uncovered by autumn wind,
Some torn, others dislodged, all dark,
Everyone sees them: low or high in tree,
Or hedge, or single bush, they hang like a mark.
Since there's no need of eyes to see them with
I cannot help a little shame
That I missed most, even at eye's level, till
The leaves blew off and made the seeing no game.
'Tis a light pang. I like to see the nests
Still in their places, now first known,
At home and by far roads. Boys knew them not,
Whatever jays and squirrels may have done.
And most I like the winter nests deep-hid
That leaves and berries fell into:
Once a dormouse dined there on hazel-nuts,
And grass and goose-grass seeds found soil and grew.
poem by Edward Thomas
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Girl Blue
Hello morning, good, good morning to the one I love,
Crystal ringlets paint a picture of a gold sunrise above.
Little girl youre sad,
Though all you have,
Is visible to you.
Within your heart
There stays a part
That like the sky is blue.
Shifting breezes, grace the inner spectrum of your glance.
Leaves on branches, for your pleasure, perform a soothing dance.
Little girl it seems
In all my dreams
Your happiness is due.
But still they last,
Their in your past
Events that make you blue.
Thoughts of love are in your mind,
Yet splintered hopes push them aside.
A look at life is what you need to try.
In an instant therell be sunshine,
Sprinkled every place.
Drops of rain will kiss the softness of your lovely face.
Little girl be fair
Show yourself you care,
Let others care for you.
Before its too late,
Cause time wont wait,
Till your hearts no longer blue.
Little girl be smart,
Dont break your own heart,
There is love waiting for you.
Before its too late
Cause time wont wait,
Til your hearts no longer blue.
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Taking Leave of a Friend
Blue mountains lie beyond the north wall;
Round the city's eastern side flows the white water.
Here we part, friend, once forever.
You go ten thousand miles, drifting away
Like an unrooted water-grass.
Oh, the floating clouds and the thoughts of a wanderer!
Oh, the sunset and the longing of an old friend!
We ride away from each other, waving our hands,
While our horses neigh softly, softly . . . .
Tomorrow Robins Will Sing
Now every ting is lovely
So dont put yu trust inna false prophecy
Dis a de edley shine & stevie
You might wonder
Stand firm to all those who feel concern
Ca when you cant see the light
You must see the robins in flight
Life is just a matter of time or space
So all those who have to face sorrow
Shall only have to wait till tomorrow
Big tings a guan dis year
So mek we drop inna gear
Come cross missa stevie wonder
Watch it!
Now where do I start to make the point that Ill be making
To most efficiently use your time that Ill be taking
With the clear understanding that every ticking second is precious to us all
But if you let me bend your ear and listen up you will hear
Not just what I say, but every word that I am saying
You wake in the morning from a dream with spirits dope hype
Though you real life condition is far from being alright
Your love has wronged you, your moneys gone, youve lost your home and everything you own
But before you do something major extreme
Ive got one simple thing for you to take along with you, as you go on your lonely way
Tomorrow robins will sing, tomorrow robins will sing
It really is no big thing, cause tomorrow robins will sing
Tomorrow blue jays will fly, the weather forecasts clear skies
So dry those tears from your eyes, cause tomorrow blue jays will fly
You borrow a dime to call up a friend that you could rely on
They put the phone down, you hear in the background tell him Im not home
Your face is broken, your throat is chokin, you hang up the phone in disbelief
And to make matters worse
You can remember you were the first and only one to come to him when lonely was his everyday
But if what you did came from your heart and not expecting
Then you should not waste one heart beat on any regretting
The sayings older than old yet true for today as when it was made to be told
As you saw so shall you reap
And if youve treated life sweet
Your blessings been ordained and already on its way
Tomorrow robins will sing, tomorrow robins will sing
It really is no big thing, cause tomorrow robins will sing
Tomorrow blue jays will fly, the weather forecasts clear skies
So dry those tears from your eyes, cause tomorrow blue jays will fly
Today is the tomorrow you were so worried about
Looking over your yesterday
The clouds are gone and the sun is out
And everything has worked out irie okay
Tomorrow robins will sing, tomorrow robins will sing
It really is no big thing, cause tomorrow robins will sing
Tomorrow blue jays will fly, the weather forecasts clear skies
So dry those tears from your eyes, cause tomorrow blue jays will fly
Tomorrow robins will sing, tomorrow robins will sing
It really is no big thing, cause tomorrow robins will sing.
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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My Drug Dealer
Today-
I asked myself.
Why are the oak tree’s purple?
And the grass blue?
Why is the sky green?
And the leaves hot pink?
Why is that gravel red?
And the rocks of that garden yellow?
Then I thought
and thought over again
a million times
and realized...
I’m high.
I’m up higher than the orange clouds in the green sky
My heart is as bright as the rocks of that garden
My thoughts are as eccentric as the hot pink color of the leaves
that fell from the purple tree
My eyelashes flutter flirtatiously like the way the wind
blows the blue blades of grass around.
Love is a drug,
and I’m high-
You happen to be my dealer.
poem by Breanna Schwartz
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Floras Secret
Lovers in the long grass
Look above them
Only they can see
Where the clouds are going
Only to discover
Dust and sunlight
Ever make the sky so blue
Afternoon is hazy
River flowing
All around the sounds
Moving closer to them
Telling them the story
Told by flora
Dreams they never knew
Silver willows
Tears from persia
Those who come
From a far-off island
Winter chanterelle lies
Under cover
Glory-of-the-sun in blue
Some they know as passion
Some as freedom
Some they know as love
And the way it leaves them
Summer snowflake
For a season
When the sky above is blue
When the sky above is blue
Lying in the long grass
Close beside her
Giving her the name
Of the one the moon loves
This will be the day she
Will remember
When she knew his heart
Was
Loving in the long grass
Close beside her
Whispering of love
And the way it leaves them
Lying in the long grass
In the sunlight
They believe its true love
And from all around them
Floras secret
Telling them of love
And the way it breathes
And
Looking up from eyes of
Amaranthine
They can see the sky
Is blue
Knowing that their love
Is true
Dreams they never knew
And the sky above is blue
song performed by by Enya
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Flora's Secret
Lovers in the long grass
look above them
only they can see
where the clouds are going
only to discover
dust and sunlight
ever make the sky so blue
Afternoon is hazy
river flowing
all around the sounds
moving closer to them
telling them the story
told by flora
dreams they never knew
Silver willows
tears from Persia
those who come
from a far-off island
winter Chanterelle lies
under cover
Glory-of-the-sun in blue
Some they know as passion
some as freedom
some they know as love
and the way it leaves them
summer snowflake
for a season
when the sky above is blue
when the sky above is blue
Lying in the long grass
close beside her
giving her the name
of the one the moon loves
this will be the day she
will remember
when she knew his heart
was
loving in the long grass
close beside her
whispering of love
and the way it leaves them
lying in the long grass
in the sunlight
they believe it's true love
and from all around them
flora's secret
telling them of love
and the way it breathes
and
looking up from eyes of
amaranthine
they can see the sky
is blue
knowing that their love
is true
dreams they never knew
and the sky above is blue
song performed by by Enya from A Day Without Rain
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Christmas Eve, After Mass
The light from the tree
throws gold on my
dark wall.
Night lurks, but
thin windows
keep the wind at bay
as day flows faithfully
to day.
So we wait
for the exuberant sun
to spill reckless warmth
over the grateful Earth.
Life is a prize,
a gift of great value
gold given by the eastern king
to the newborn
child.
So receive it!
Your faith
has saved you.
poem by Steven Federle
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A Winter Angel
Her long honey-gold curls rest in my hand,
The smokey-blue eyes look up for kindness.
Cheeks, a soft pink, make everyone gaze in awe!
Her numb fingers lightly touch my arm,
A warm glow of happiness and love flows through me.
I think of how beautiful she would be next winter,
My little cherry blossom makes the winter more joyful.
Now asleep in my arms, she dreams of color,
I will never let go of my winter angel.
Blue Morning, Blue Day
Out in the street its 6 am, another sleepless night
Three cups of coffee, but I cant clear my head from what went down last night
No we wont have our own little ways, but somehow we keep it together
You hear me talk, but you dont hear what I say, I guess it dont even matter
Chorus:
Blue morning, blue day, wont you see things my way
Blue morning, cant you see, what your love has done to me
Ive always listened to your point of view, my ways are cut through men
And Ive always been a patient man, but my patience has reached its end
You tell me youre leaving, you tell me goodbye
You say you might send a letter
Well honey dont telephone, cause I wont be alone
I need someone to make me feel better
Chorus
(solo)
Chorus
(blue morning) blue morning, (blue morning) blue morning
(blue morning) blue morning, blue blue blue day, yeah
song performed by by Foreigner
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Old Enough To Know Better
(chick rains/wade hayes)
Neon lights draw me like a moth to a flame
Mama raised me right
That just leaves me to blame
When I get a little sideways on a honky-tonk tear
Im old enough to know better
But Im still too young to care
Cowgirls with an attitude
Boots and tight blue jeans
Take my mind off doin right, and doin other things
When the weekends gone
I wont have a dime to spare
Im old enough to know better
But Im still too young to care
Monday morning I wake up
With a hammer in my hand
The boss-man yelling something at me
That I dont understand
I dont know how I got to work
But I sure know Im there
Im old enough to know better
But Im still too young to care
When the eagle flies on friday
Well he barely leaves the ground
Ive got just enough left to get dressed up
And head back to town
Boss says son, having all that fun
Wont get you anywhere
Im old enough to know better
But Im still too young to care
Monday morning I wake up
With a hammer in my hand
The boss-man yelling something at me
That I dont understand
I dont know how I got to work
But I sure know Im there
Im old enough to know better
But Im still too young to care
Im old enough to know better
But Im still too young to care
song performed by by Wade Hayes
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World To Me
Bars of gold, shiny diamonds
All the pearls in the deep blue sea
They could never equal
What you mean to me
And all the rings, on all the fingers
Of all the kings and queens
They wont reveal, how I feel
Cause you are there when I need you
And you are there in the morning when the sun comes up
You are there in the evening
You are there when I mess up
Youll be there in the winter time
Youll be there and be tru
From now on Ill be there for you
Cause you -- you mean the world to me
You mean the world to me
And I want you and all the world to see
You mean the world to me
All the cold in alaska, and all the music down in tennessee
All the tea in china, cant take you from em
The highest mountains the greenest valleys
All the stars above, cant replace
My favorite face
Cause you were there in the hard times
You were there when I was ready to give up
You were there when there was no one else
And you were there when I messed up
Youll be there in the long run
Youll be there and be true
From now on Ill be there for you
Cause you, you mean the world to me
You mean the world to me
And I want you and all the world to see
You mean the world
You mean the world
song performed by by Huey Lewis And The News
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She Shrieked Outside
She shrieks in broad daylight,
Opening her wounds, to the day.
My window seen in the wind is grand,
More than a plain sight of abundance.
We shriek collectively, like an animal of the grass,
To mixtures a care is made by the dozen, we just shriek.
A man is again in white light, black nights will perish
Due to the heat of the day’s sun, a strange flame of a film.
He will not occupy me, this masculine star, this microscopic orange,
Always awesome, bouncing in light of the stars.
He shrieked due to blindness, answering my suggestion
Made by my son and daughter, in the house, in there.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Oh Poem Of The Morning - Take Me Away From My Private World
OH POEM OF THE MORNING/ TAKE ME AWAY FROM MY PRIVATE WORLD
Oh poem of the morning
Take me away from my private world
Of complaints and sorrows
Griefs and fears-
Let me see the blue- sky innocent
As before we understood it scientifically
Let me feel the fresh wind
As it touches the grass with kindness
Let me humbly sense
All these small flowers on my path
As dreams-
Let me believe again
Hope again
As I did once long ago
When I did not know I was young.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Another Lonesome Morning
(clinton codack/wendy special)
Another lonesome morning
Another long lonesome day
Youll have to live without him
The morning seemed to say
Another lonesome morning
You thought you didnt care
But morning breezes find you
Wishing he were there
Bobwhite sings his same old song
Trying hard to please
And you hear the sound
That he used to love
Thru the rustlin of the leaves
Thru the rustlin of the leaves
You losing him has taught you
That you wanted him to stay
And you know that all another lonesome morning brings
Is another lonesome day
All another lonesome morning brings
Is another lonesome day
Is another lonesome day
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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A Brown Study
LET them sing of their primrose and cowslip,
Their daffodil-gold-coloured hair,
Their bluebells, blue eyes, and white violets,
All the pale dreamy things they find fair;
Give me stir of brown leaves in the sunshine,
The whir of brown wings through the wheat,
The rush of brown hares through the clover,
And the light in brown eyes of my sweet!
Gold hair? Well, I never could love it,
Yet gold, I suppose, has its worth;
The head that I love is as dusky
As the breast of our mother, the earth;
With a gleam like the shine of wet seaweed,
Round pools that the tide has left clear,
And warm like the breast of a linnet,
And as brown, is the hair of my dear.
From the edge of the cliff we look downwards
On the shore, and the bay, and the town,
And brown is the short turf we lean on,
The fishing-boats' sails are all brown:
The sky may be blue--that's the background,--
But the picture itself, to be fair,
However it's shaded and varied,
Should be brown as the dress that you wear.
A lark bursts to sudden sweet singing--
That tuft of brown grass is his home--
And now, a brown speck, he is rising
Against the clear windy sky-dome;
And he sings--how I know? Love instructs me
To know all his notes, what they mean--
That it isn't the colour I care for,
But yourself, oh, my gipsy, my queen!
Ah! the lark knows my heart--I his language;
It's my heart he sings out to the skies;
It is you that I love, and what matter
The colour of hair or of eyes?
No doubt I should love you as dearly
Were your hair like an apricot's down,
And your eyes like the grey of the morning;
But I'm glad, all the same, that they're brown.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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