New Cleaning.
Night Raindrops
Lightly tap
on my window.
Morning shines
now comes
a new cleaning.
poem by Terry Collett
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Raindrops
Joe melson
Raindrops, raindrops
I look out my window and what do I see
Raindrops, raindrops
They mark the pathway to my destiny
Raindrops, raindrops
Yes rain like the tears that fell from my heart
The day you said wed have to part
And now whats left for me to do
But watch those raindrops and cry over you
Instrumental
Youve stolen my love and my heart away
Raindrops, raindrops
And Ill feel the same for the rest of my days
Raindrops, raindrops
Well Ive tried yes Ive tried I want you to know
I did what you asked I loved you so
But I knew in my heart it wouldnt be long
Till Id look up and youd be gone
Transcribed by tracy
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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The Light Through The Morning Window
THE LIGHT THROUGH THE MORNING WINDOW
The light through the morning window
The small leaves of the light green tree
The pale sky waiting behind everything
The night which is gone now.
All these failures one after the other,
Other names other destinies, greater than mine
The single singing I cannot hear
The great prophecies I will not realize.
Others who are more to me
Even than I am to myself.
The morning
The morning again
Words again
Trying to live again
A poem again perhaps.
In a life of many days
In which each small day
Its own struggle
And each night
A night which ends
With morning light.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Window
She looks out in the blue morning
and sees a whole wonderful world
she looks out in the morning
and sees a whole world
she leans out of the window
and this is what she sees
a wet rose singing to the sun
with a chorus of red bees
she leans out of the window
and laughs for the window is high
she is in it like a bird on a perch
and they scoop the blue sky
she and the window scooping
the morning as if it were air
scooping a green wave of leaves
above a stone stair
and an urn hung with leaden garlands
and girls holding hands in a ring
and raindrops on an iron railing
shining like a harp string
an old man draws with his ferrule
in wet sand a map of Spain
the marble soldier on his pedestal
draws a stiff diagram of pain
but the walls around her tremble
with the speed of the earth the floor
curves to the terrestrial center
and behind her the door
opens darkly down to the beginning
far down to the first simple cry
and the animal waking in water
and the opening of the eye
she looks out in the blue morning
and sees a whole wonderful world
she looks out in the morning
and sees a whole world.
poem by Conrad Potter Aiken
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When The Zipper Opens
when the zipper opens
a red bird comes out into the open
but would not leave him
it loves the nest of black weeds
attracting a tongue
a pair of lips, wet with raindrops
and honeydew
last night there was a reunion
of shadows
the moon by the window was
silent as snow
the following morning
his smile is as wide as the zipper
of her bag.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Whats wrong my love
The bills come in, those reminders,
in their window envelope,
2 tell us, i dwell here too.
Upon the hall floor,
caught under the mat.
'That postcards nice, Marbellla, again? '
' and whats this ' confidential'.
A warning from the bank,
a new pizza parlour,
window cleaning done,
extension possible,
old coins for free, with every purchase,
A holiday draw for every carpet,
curtain bought, a chance to be
a millionaire', again.
But wait, softly on the floor,
whats this, A Valentine?
A light shines now behind the door,
and other letters into vapors go.
poem by Bernard Kennedy
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Light Of Love
The morning sunlight
shines through my window
like the light of love
that shines through my heart.
That beckoning light
that radiates out
for all my family and friends,
with its warm glow
to surround and comfort them.
20 July 2008
poem by David Harris
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In the long night
In the long night
The long, long night
How bright
The light of passion shines!
The summer heat
How obstinate
It is:
Yet in the night
The long, long night
How bright
The light of passion shines!
And winter frost
And neighing wind
Behind the window panes
And doors:
And the shrill call
Of nightingales
In Spring:
No difference will make:
For
In the long, long night
How bright
The light of passion shines!
poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
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Time Is Of The Essence, If You Can Spare The Lungs For Breathing
She put on a class act
You saw right through it
Though se was so sad
You could make her laugh
She was the tough girl
You made her giggle
Staring off into the night
Through a rainy window
She smiles
Using raindrops to count the miles
All warning signs read taint
You laughed, called her sweet
Is her un-breakable barrier
Finally crumbling down
Beat by almost nothing
Just a boy and a bubble bath
You see your world
Through road maps, long distance
Now when it rains
She smiles
Using raindrops to count the miles
poem by Seairra Kyger
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Samhain - Night Falls
SAMHAIN – Night Falls
A teardropp falls on the page
upon which I write
By morning it is gone
nothing remains,
gone, vaporised
Billowing clouds
have taken my tear
Raindrops tap on my window
rivers swell, springs rise
merging into the ocean
Did my tear die?
No, at each stage
it gained a new expression
at each turn of the way
I am one with ocean, cloud and spring
poem by Howlin' Dervish
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Summer rain
The raindrops on my window pane
drum with a syncopated beat.
Sometimes they stop then start again.
Like tap dancers with flying feet.
The silver moon beams struggle through
rain clouds, which try to block their light.
They won’t succeed they never do
because Selina rules the night.
I slowly drift back to my dreams
soothed by the sound that wakened me.
I visit other worlds it seems.
Worlds where the sun shines constantly.
I’ve grown used to the dancing drops
of summer rain which never stops.
26/07/2007
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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In An Awe of A Brilliant Morning
Under the tropic of laden sky
It casts a brilliant morning
With tassels of raindrops
Dancing with the wind
On a soulful song of a voiceless mind
Came from a jaded night to a rainbow
On her reflection
Through the window
Trickles of rain tussling right… down
From her eyes, and yet too humble
For yesterday, it came for a reason
In rouse of a morose heart to smile
With the sun, as it rises high
In an awe of brilliant morning
Like diamonds…bright
On her reflection
To her finger! An Empty finger!
She smiled, a very darling smile
And said, “Michael Keith Jude,
… I love you with all my heart! ”
poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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Little Black Heart
(magne furuholmen / paul waaktaar)
I never saw sunlight
Burn as bright
I never felt darkness
The way I feel it tonight
You say its getting better
You say its allright
But I never felt darkness
Like I feel it tonight
Little black heart
Raindrops on my window
I cant tell them apart
Like the few things forgiven
In my little black heart
You say its getting better
We just never got it right
But I never felt darkness
The way I feel it tonight
Little black heart
Some day we will shine
Like the moon in the morning
Like the sun when its dawning
Yes the sun when its dawning
The sun
Some day we will shine
Like the moon in the morning
Like the sun when its dawning
Yes the sun when its dawning
The sun
Raindrops on my window
I cant tell them apart
Like a few things forgotten
And a few things ignored
You say its getting better
You say its allright
But I never felt darkness
The way I feel it tonight
Little black heart
My little black heart
song performed by by A-Ha
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Morning
Morning creeps into the window
Its golden fingers touch the sheets where we lay
Morning wraps its arms around me
And whispers in my ear it was all yesterday
Morning you're lying here beside me
But somehow now the night feels
So many years away
And it's morning
song performed by by Melissa Etheridge
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In The Morning
In the morning when the moon is at its rest,
You will see me at the time I love the best
Watching rainbows play on sunlight;
Pools of water iced from cold night,in the morning.
tis the morning of my life.
In the daytime I will meet you as before.
You will find me waiting by the ocean floor,
Building castles in the shifting sands
In a world that no one understands,
In the morning.
tis the morning of my life,
In the morning of my life the
Minutes take so long to drift away
Please be patient with your life
Its only morning and youre still to live your day
In the evning I will fly you to the moon
To the top right hand corner of
The ceiling in my room
Where wll stay until the sun shines
Another day to swing on clothes lines
May I be yawning
It is the morning of my life
It is the morning of my life
In the morning
In the morning
In the morning
song performed by by Bee Gees
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5: 31a.m.
i am again listening to the sound
of the cock crowing
the silence of the jalousie window
still closed from the morning light
the faint sound of the radio in
the kitched where the housemaid does
the cooking and the cleaning
the sound of the broom
cleaning the garage and the sliding
of the rags wiping the car
the little brown dog arrives
from a kitchen door that just opened
letting it in and here it comes
as i write this
licking my lap and wagging
its short tail
i am feeling like i am the master
of my world and i am not letting
it go like some sand slipping
through my fingers
i will take a bite of my own day
like the way i take the slice
of the sweet papaya
laid on a glass table
beside a toasted sandwich
a slice of bacon and a hot
black brewed coffee.
inside a chocolate porcelain cup.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The shining. For Tara.
It shines.
It shines from the new-born baby;
shines in the magic of birth.
It shines in first love;
in lasting love.
It shines in laughter,
in tears of sadness,
in tears of joy.
It shines in wisdom,
shines in goodness,
shines as beauty.
It shines in the held breath
of the peace of dawn about to break;
it shines in the stillness
of the hour of sunset.
It shines as life.
There is no limit to its shining
except the denying of it
and even then,
it shines
Since you know it so well,
does it need a name?
A name perhaps, to praise?
Nameless, known to all,
beyond all praise,
it shines.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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In The Morning
(1966) barry gibb
In the morning when the moon is at its rest,
You will see me at the time I love the best
Watching rainbows play on sunlight;
Pools of water iced from cold night,in the morning.
tis the morning of my life.
In the daytime I will meet you as before.
You will find me waiting by the ocean floor,
Building castles in the shifting sands
In a world that no one understands,
In the morning.
tis the morning of my life,
In the morning of my life the
Minutes take so long to drift away
Please be patient with your life
Its only morning and youre still to live your day
In the evning I will fly you to the moon
To the top right hand corner of
The ceiling in my room
Where wll stay until the sun shines
Another day to swing on clothes lines
May I be yawning
It is the morning of my life
It is the morning of my life
In the morning
In the morning
In the morning
song performed by by Nina Simone
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The Morning Papers
He realized that she was new 2 love
Naive in every way
Every schoolboys fanstasy she was
Thats why he had 2 wait
If he poured his heart into a glass
And offered it like wine
She could drink and be back in time for the morning papers
They could take a walk down the oceanside
Make a wish on every wave
They could find a carousel
And ride or kiss in every cave
They could contemplate the entire universe
Or just one star
Or just how far was the walk 4 the morning papers
Let me play it for u one time, oh oh
Well
Hey
Shucks
Why is age more than a number when it comes 2 love?
Should we ask the ones who speculate
When they dont know what its made of?
Should we ask the moonlight on your face
Or the raindrops in your hair
Or should we ask the man who wrote it there in the morning papers?
Should we ask the moonlight on your face
Or the raindrops in your hair
Should we ask the man who wrote it there in the morning papers?
Somebody help me sing it now
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
Oh yes
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
Go play
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
Ok
song performed by by Prince
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The Star outside my window
It was late
I couldn't sleep
The moon lit night was seaping through my window seam
i quietly rolled over on my tummy
as i gazed out at the starry night
i felt so small and weak looking at the millions of stars
just then one star caught my eyes
It was the biggest most spectacular star in the sky
at first i thought it couldn't possibly be a star
i sat still for minutes staring at it
it didn't move
not once
so i closed my eyes in the dead of night
and carefully made my wish to the star outside my fogged up window
i layed back down my eyes blinking shut
a smile on my face
i fell asleep with the sweet though that it might actually come true
that star still shines outside my window every night
my wish never came true
poem by Deja Noelle Rupp
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Wednesday Morning Silence
At eleven O’clock in the morning,
I sit experiencing the stillness
of a Wednesday morning silence coming down.
It seems much earlier,
though the day is half done
after a fun filled Tuesday
that lasted long into the night.
I sit experiencing the stillness
and wondering in the silence
after the rain had come down.
The absent drip of raindrops
sounds like time ticking away
in the Wednesday morning silence coming down.
Sitting on my friends deck
as a cooling breeze rustles the leaves
in the silence of the morning
as I wait for everyone to wake
in a Wednesday Morning silence coming down
while I am on holiday.
poem by David Harris
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