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But, under all, my heart believes the day
Was not diviner over Athens, nor
The West wind sweeter thro' the Cyclades
Than here and now; and from the altar of To-day
The eloquent, quick tongues of flame uprise
As fervid, if not unfaltering as of old,
And life atones with speed and plenitude
For coarser texture. Our poor present will,
Far in the brooding future, make a past
Full of the morning's music still, and starred
With great tears shining on the eyelids' eaves
Of our immortal faces yearning t'wards the sun.
poem by Sydney Wheeler Jephcott
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Present
Bury the Past
Forget the Future
Think about the Present
Be alert and cautious in the present
Do not regret about the past
Or worry about the future
Past is gone
Future is unknown
Present is what you have today
So utilise it to the fullest extent
Its your life's biggest asset
That will fetch you great dividends
Realize that this is a gift given to you by God
That's why it is called as "PRESENT"
poem by Kavita Iyer
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Alone Among A Sea Of Faces
alone in this world
among strange seas
oceans of new faces
sail into the wind
if need is cutting speed
sail with the wind
mysterious faces uncharted lands
stretch out past present horizons
race the wind to adventure lands
alone we step into new life
many wait bless new life
welcome promise new life
new life must grow through stages
new life must step into changes
new life must soul search out dreams
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Dimension Merge
For us the past has gone and the present moves on
into the yesterday of a future’s present time.
Despite living in the future’s past this will not last,
present and future will very soon combine.
Future or dimension, to some a misapprehension,
but they are one in the same.
If there’s more than one, they will follow on
to leave one, with it’s present name.
On merging we’ll realise we’ve no future to recognise,
and the past and present is all we’ll know.
The past will still be renewed, with each day used,
but the future will mean only tomorrow.
poem by Orlando Belo
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~ Past ~
~ PAST ~
Ms. Nivedita.
10.11.09.
UK
Past
Beginingless
Secondless
Mat chless
Ageless
Timeless
Fathomless
Speechless
Immortal
Eternal why
O’ You?
Civilization
History
Religion
Love
Hate
Agony
Ecstasy
Battles
Hatred
Vengeance
Store in Your
Limitless cache why
O’ Past?
Psalm
Prayer
Poem
Chant
Music store why
O’You?
Present
Fleets
Nimbles
Spryly
Coalesce
In you why
O’ Past?
You
Consume
Guttle
Present
Future why
O You?
Past
Half of
Time
You
Womb in
Future Present
Become entirety
You’re not
Inanimate
Incognizant
Unaware
Unconscious.
Knower
Of everything
Seer
Sage
Ubiquitous
In allness, fullness.
Mute
Lulled
Voiceless why
O You?
Hey Past
Give them
Speech
Teach alphabets
Compose symphony
Bach Beethoven
In New Format
Be eloquent again.
O’ Sage Past
Jingle quiescent harp
Kibosh not my abode
Bring vibe
Flutter fibril
In showering bounty
With new age
Tagore
Beatles
Deon
MJ
Thro’
Whispering notes
I’ll Listen
I’ll Listen
I’ll Listen.
O’ Knower Past
Why not write
New age
Iliad Ramanayana
Bible Quran
Faust Gardener?
I’ll Read
I’ll Read
I’ll Read
Keep events not
Petrified
Hibernated
Mute
Mummifi ed
O Past.
Thy excellence
Thy glory story
Thy euphony cacophony
Psalm chant Universale
Booze blotto me in
Rhapsodic richness.
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Copyright reserved by the author
..
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poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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The Songs of Summer
The songs of summer are over and past!
The swallow's forsaken the dripping eaves;
Ruined and black 'mid the sodden leaves
The nests are rudely swung in the blast:
And ever the wind like a soul in pain
Knocks and knocks at the window-pane.
The songs of summer are over and past!
Woe's me for a music sweeter than theirs--
The quick, light bound of a step on the stairs,
The greeting of lovers too sweet to last:
And ever the wind like a soul in pain
Knocks and knocks at the window-pane.
poem by Mathilde Blind
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Lifes a Journey
As I sit and look back at my life and the things I did, whether they were good or bad...I am here...
The past is my life long journey of truely finding my self.
My present is my life journey to correct my past mistakes and improve my present.
My Future is what I make of my present.
So I choose wisely because I only have one past, present and future.....
poem by Yahaira Perez
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Constant Time
Time past and the future give way to this present picture,
But can somebody tell me how to recognize that gate that leads to the bed of roses,
We speak about the future like the past is a grain of sand on the shore,
Washed away by the ocean tide,
Giving way to new grains to make a portrait of the present,
These past memories stay deep in our heart like the depths of the ocean,
Though it gets washed back to shore ones in a blue moon,
Reminding us that our past is a standard measurement of our strength,
Time moves so fast making the past to fade away,
this makes us seem so secured about the present,
Forgetting the fact that our present becomes our past that was once a present from nature as a new day,
Some take the future to be a dream and a wish,
But I take my future to be what I see when I stand from the bottom of the mountain to look at the top,
And my past to be the depth of the ocean that can always be washed ashore …
The only thing I can control is my present,
Yes cos my mind controls my hands to give you a flash of what goes on in my head
Like this words i write to you was once my future and will become my past, making my future my past and my past my future..So ironical isn’t it?
Standing here I sure know 1 thing,
I will reach the top by that foot path,
Yes of course it’s not to mean that I wouldn’t fall,
But I have to break myself off my present past and walk with grace to stand where I belong,
There where I am the king of my destiny,
The past is just going to be a page of memories,
And my future will become my present making time constant in my head,
Because I stand on my past which was once my present and my present which was once my future, making time equal and constant
As I flip thru this page of life,
By: ade
poem by Adeniran Oluokun
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Conscience Speaks
Sun is bright in the sky,
The old man walks and sighs.
He walks up the lane, stops and looks for a shade
Stops and takes a cold breadth;
My heart shakes, emotions pour through the eyes:
Why is it so?
Stress should I put on heart or brain.
My body shivers, eyes add to the fuel.
He comes to know of my stress.
Future Past or Present is it;
Ambiguity throws a coat.
FUTURE- Negative capability is the answer
Future and past go hand in hand,
Sins of past drowising in my heart,
Bring the fear of Future.
PRESENT- What is now is because of past,
What will come, a product of present.
Present, past and future housed both in heart and brain.
poem by Sanjay Mehta
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Sandstorm in Iraq
The wind is covering everything,
covering with red-brown dust,
burying the present, the past
with a future in which peace
cannot last
and man holds destiny by the throat,
tries to change the present, the future
at a very great cost
and the lost of life is everywhere
with innocent women and children
here and there being shot, killed
by dropping bombs
and US-troops and their allies roll in
with tanks and armoured cars,
fly past in gunships, bombers and fighter jets
in skies red with blood
trying to teach democracy
by the barrel of a gun
and of all of this
the wind doesn’t know
and it continues to blow.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Your Ascent
How many times you’ve fallen means nothing.
It’s how many times you got up that make the difference.
Your climb toward life’s summit will suffer falls if you’ve charted a high enough course.
Each fall only makes your ascent sweeter if you arise wiser and continue.
Plan your next step rather than fearing your next fall.
If you start with fear, you have already fallen even before taking your next step.
During your ascent, you will rise and fall like the sea.
As the falls rise take care; as the rises fall take heart.
Beware of a slide masquerading as smooth ride.
As the tempo quickens, remember a fall is fast, an ascent slow.
Look ahead with your eyes and behind with your memory.
While ascending don’t let your vision be blurred by your memory.
Remember the past only as it can relate to your present and future.
The past without reference is nothing, but the past with only remorse is worse than nothing.
See the present for what it is rather than should have been.
Live the present before it is the past while planning for the future before it is the present.
During your ascent think quickly, but deliberately.
What you have put behind will gain on you if you don’t keep moving ahead.
Keep your mind on the summit, your eyes on the ascent and your foot on the very next step.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Eternal Forests
Fate circles the moon of desire
We are the earth circling time
Her kiss has rivers with deer
Eagles fly over cliffs of granite
Lovers of ember centuries
Past the tears past the fears
The thunder of buffalo herds
Mountain streams like Eden
No armies or galleons
Oak grow as the mighty wind
Our bed has ancestry
Lovers share their dreams
When the land was open
No signs, no ownership
Meadows of stars shine
We are the future laughter
We are the dreams of warriors
They know they must die
They know they must be brave
Feel them in your bright kiss
Passion filled with battles
Feel their canoes along the waters
Your arms are their arms
Kiss your warriors that stand
They are dying for a way of life
Their blood cries from sacred ground
Your eyes like doves
Your dreams of fire and broken arrows
Hold me like a shaman of stolen land
Share your joy and sorrow
Ghost of sweet streams and feathers
Making love by quiet rivers
Warriors that once blessed the sky
The legions come with their chains
They bring reservations
They bring peace treatise with broken tongues
Love me on this hot bed of soul
The night has ancient eyes
Hear the wind bring tears of Cochise
See the shadows like war dances
See the broken wings of the hawk
We must kiss the future when morning rules
We must remember all their visions
Love is a circle of great seasons
Blend into me like a thousand full moons
Tecumseh sighs in the Ohio valley
Make them move west until they are gone
My love the land cries in your heart
These braves of the new world
Panther in the sky
Trail of tears in your loving thighs
We love in hidden valleys and cold mountains
Sacred burial grounds whisper
Let me hold your warrior soul
I am your lover here and now yet pierced
We are ancient lovers waiting for eternal forests
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Tears In The Morning
Tears (I got tears I got tears)
In the morning (in the mornin)
They aint gonna tell me what to do
No no those tears (I got tears I got tears)
I know theyre just a warnin (are a warnin)
Reminding me Im missing you
So you moved out up to europe
You packed your warmth and you took your soul
Well I hope you do what youre damn sure of
A lonely bed here takes on the cold
Lose a wife change my life were not together
A canceled future well its hard on me
Gone youre gone are you gone forever
Hope you love the baby Im never gonna see
And Ive got tears (Ive got tears Ive got tears)
In the morning (in the mornin)
They aint gonna tell me what to do
No no those tears (tears I got tears I got tears)
I know theyre just a warnin (are a warnin)
Reminding me Im missing you
Well you know I lit a candle
Its in my heart now where it glows
Day and night feel my light its gonna stand till
My heart believes in what you chose
I wont let nobody
Carry this load for me
Guess I keep a hold on my sorrow
Ive got to feel now all that you see
And Ive got tears (I got tears I got tears)
In the morning (in the mornin)
They aint gonna tell me what to do
No no those tears (I got tears I got tears)
I know theyre just my warnin (are a warnin)
Reminding me Im missing you
Ive still got tears (tears)
Tears (tears) in the mornin
(I got tears in the morning I got tears)
They aint gonna tell me what to do
No no those tears (I got tears I got tears)
I know theyre just my warnin (I got tears)
Reminding me Im missing you
Im missing you
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Thanks for the Memories by Fall Out Boy
[Intro]
I'm gonna make it bend and break
(It sent you to me without wait)
Say a prayer, but let the good times roll
In case God doesn't show...
(Let the good times roll)
(Let the good times roll)
[Verse 1]
And I want these words to make things right
But it's the wrongs that make the words come to life,
'Who does he think he is? '
If that's the worst you got
Better put your fingers back to the keys
[Chorus]
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great;
'He tastes like you, only sweeter'!
One night, yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories;
'See, he tastes like you only sweeter'!
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
[Verse 2]
Been looking forward to the future
But my eyesight is going bad
And this crystal ball
It's always cloudy except for
(Except for)
When you look into the past
(Look into the past)
One night stand...
(One night stand, oh)
[Chorus]
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great;
'He tastes like you only sweeter'!
One night, yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories;
'See, he tastes like you only sweeter'!
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
[Interlude]
They say
I only think in the form of crunching numbers
In hotel rooms collecting page-six lovers
Get me out of my mind
And get you out of those clothes
I'm a liner away
From getting you into the mood
Whoa
[Chorus]
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great;
'He tastes like you but sweeter'!
One night, yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories;
'See, he tastes like you only sweeter'!
[Chorus]
One night and one more time (One more night, one more time)
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great;
'He tastes like you but sweeter'!
One night, yeah, and one more time (One more night, one more time)
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories; (For the memories)
'See, he tastes like you only sweeter'!
poem by Shi Yelami
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A glorious past
Past is always glorious
by that only you have become known or famous
that must remain on or continuous
the reason may be many or various
you can't go by the past
though it might have ended fast
the present may still be eluded
if past is not at all included
you love the present and think of future
the thing which is not there for sure
Think of the past with little from present
you won't feel future too absent
don't read much about anything
you will have to prove for everything
you can't trust the present trend
you may plan accordingly with some mends
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Presence A Myth
Past tells presence
And presence passes it
To the envied future
But this myth goes on
As there is no
Such a thing as present
Today is past
And tomorow is future
But when the sun rise
It is all declared a past
For every second I breathe
For every minute I live
I declare all that past
And so i live it behind
But for every morning
I await
That is where the future is
And for every morning
I live behind
That is where the past lies
There's no presence
poem by Anele ''The African Son'' kaPotelwa
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Past, Present, And Future
As I think about the future,
I dream about the past.
I live in the present,
So I can make these moments last!
So I can’t wait to see,
What the future holds for me!
I feel no remorse for things done in the past,
Because the past holds the key,
To open new doors for present and future necessities!
poem by Orlando Feliciano
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An Expectant Mother
(Who knows about the importance of the present time more than an expectant mother does?)
She's not just expecting a baby,
But the future with no more of hers.
She's not just giving birth to a baby,
But the future, Wow! full of wonders.
She eats not just for herself,
Nor for her pleasant pleasure;
She sleeps not just for her health,
Nor for her physical power;
She lives not just for her future,
Nor for her present hours;
But for all the best she could give to the world,
She eats, sleeps and lives with great care;
'Cause she knows with all her heart
The present is pregnant with the future!
poem by KnowledgeSincerityWisdom KSW
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The Path Of Time
Whether of present or past
Or future if you please
The time that you portray
Moves only for yourself
Some choose to live in the past
Lost hopes and dreams they share
But time only last
Until they release the burden they bear
Some choose to live in the present
And behold the sights of each day
A balance of decisions for 10 second frames
And everything always seems fair
Some people look towards the future
To see long term effects unfold
However long it takes to get there
They keep persisting towards their goal
I chose to live in the present
Ignore the past and future presence
And live life like I will not see the next day
And still not have to care
But if I provide an example
For past, present, or future
My path is still my own
And moves only for myself
poem by Logan Fulk
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The Four Places Of Sorrow
There is sorrow for me in the North, where the black wind blows,
(Hush, O Wind of the dirges, O Voice of the restless dead!)
The ache of its cruel keening thro' my heart like an arrow goes,
I see in the tossing waters the sheen of a dear bright head.
There is sorrow for me in the South, where the white wind sings,
(Hush, O Wind of all lovers, crooning a laugh and a cry!)
On the pain of a dream love-haunted breaks the music of wings,
Seagulls, sweeping and swaying, saw ye my dead drift by?
There is sorrow for me in the East, where the red wind burns,
(Hush, O Wind of remorse, O Wind of the scourging flame!)
Under its slow cold dawning the soul of the drowned returns
And wan, in the startled daybreak, a ghost from the sea he came.
There is sorrow for me in the West, where the brown wind raves,
(Hush, O Wind from the bogs, O memory-freighted Wind!)
He is spindrift hither and thither, sport of unweary waves:
Would that my heart were close on his heart, my eyes on his eyes were blind!
poem by Anna Johnston MacManus
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Three Coins
In the fountains of our youth
are scattered three coins of our life.
The past, the present and the future
all of them lay there.
As we dip into the waters,
we try to pluck out each coin.
We may grab the past,
maybe even the present,
but the future lies beyond our reach
elusive, as it will always be.
We have lived the past,
the present we are living.
However, the future
is never ours to see
and so we leave the three coins
in the fountains of our youth
where they will always be.
19 August 2009
poem by David Harris
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