Home ' I Know'
I reach for the sapphire Heavens
...Filling my hands with the Firmaments Prayer
....On into the Ebon' of Noir'
...Where Broken Hearts, cry in despair
I must call upon My Maker.....
....Through My Ethereal Circumstance
...Floating, i, upon a Silken veil
...Of Salvations Divine Ambience
A Light and Warmth, it fills me
....It has raised me above the Sod
.....Floating e'er upwards in shimmering Ecstacy
...To, at last, Touch The Hand of God.
poem by Theodora Onken
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But Reach For His Hand
Across the heavens where the only sound, is that of a hymn in glory bound.
For He cares and hears our every prayer, beyond despair He is always there.
No matter how feeble our reach, He will extend a hand for each to grasp even in spite of His wrath.
Across the heavens beyond despair, beyond all fear He is there,
aware of our suffering and our strife and will extend a hand for us to grasp as He pulls us into light.
But reach for His hand is what He will teach, and hearken to His uplifting speech,
in prayer we can reach His soothing touch as with His love enduring, He will lift us up.
poem by Ruth Goldfarb
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Down The Nile
Lying right beside you all the things we done
This I didn't plan now I understand we're one
We belong together no more time to fight
Underneath the skin we can let it in and float it through the night
And I aint never been here before
And you you , you come and knock on my door
(chorus)
Floating down that moonlight river
Lighter than a child
Warmer than the seven breezes
Floating ~ floating down the Nile
Softer than the clouds around us
Filling up my eyes
Silky like your burning kisses
Floating ~ floating down the Nile
song performed by by Heart
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God Is The Light
God is the Light
How great the wonders of the heavens
And the timeless beauty of the night
How great then how great the Creator?
And its stars like priceless jewels
Far beyond the reach of kings
Bow down for the shepherd guiding him home.
But how many eyes are closed
To the wonder of this night?
Like pearls, hidden, deep beneath a dark
Stream of desires.
But like dreams vanish with the call to prayer
And the dawn extinguishes night here too are signs.
God is the Light - God is the Light
How great the beauty of the Earth and the creatures
Who dwell on her.
How great then how great the Creator?
As it's mountains pierce the clouds
High about the lives of men
Weeping rivers for thousands of years.
But how many hearts are closed
To the wonders of this sight?
Like birds on a cage, asleep with closed wings
But as work stops with the call to prayer
And the birds recite here too are signs
God is the Light God is the Light
How great the works of man and the things he makes
How great then how great the Creator?
Though he strives to reach the heavens
He can barely survive
The wars of the world he lives in.
Yet, how many times he's tried,
Himself to immortalise?
Like his parents before him in the Garden of Eden
But like the sun sets with the call to prayer
And surrenders to the night here too are signs
God is the Light Everlasting
God is the Light Everlasting
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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Nature's Wet Hands
The flood of Australia,
Of many cars, homes, animals, human beings and other items being washed away!
But, who can dry up nature's wet hands? ! !
Of floating cars and floating houses,
Of floating people and floating animals,
But, who can dry up nature's wet hands?
Of the rescue being taken up but,
Only few are accounted for;
Of Queensland full of many waters,
And of the many properties being destroyed! !
For the flood waters have taken away everything along its way in Queensland.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Of Two Different Natures
shimmering sea
floating forever on
the waves
landing on the shore
the shimmering is gone
the gray sands are hungry
and there are too many of them
countless
annihilators
of motion and light
earth and water
always part away
the sky is ready
for the ball of fire
that soon
shall take its
needed sleep
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Eventually
I met a man
And talked about you
He seemed like a man from Osaka I knew
And he listened while I told him how you hurt me
And he consoled me when he told me he'd been hurt too
And he said we are inter-dependent
And the effects on each other never ending
And that the air has no boundaries
I think this water that surrounds me
Is the same water soaking through to you
So what comes floating to me
Eventually
Will come floating back to you
What comes floating to me
Eventually
Will come floating back to you
I had some tea
With a gal from Paris
We talked about life, sex, love and poetry
And you can't help it
Your name came up again
And she said man those kind of guys
Really know how to steal all of the oxygen
And I said we are inter-dependent
And the effects on each other never ending
And that the air has no boundaries
I think this water that surrounds me
Is the same water soaking' through to you
So what comes floating to me
Eventually
Will come floating back to you
What comes floating to me
Eventually
Will come floating back to you
I have a friend I confide in
He always says doll you got to learn not to lead with your chin
But you can't help it
It all comes up again
And then you have your fill
And your spill reaches down as far as a flood
So what comes floating to me
Eventually
Will come floating back to you
What comes floating to me
Eventually
Will come floating back to you
Eventually
Eventually
Will come floating back to you
Eventually
Eventually
song performed by by Cyndi Lauper
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Pink Fluffy Dinosaurs
Electro screens of light
And poppy-colored brights
Im floating on air
Pink fluffy dinosaurs
Tremendously hardcore
Im floating again
This fake fir place
Wont warm my soul nor face
But still Im floating
Again
Hypnosis releases brakes
Make you do things you usually fake
It makes you float
Again
Those bitten by the wild
Will live on
But those who used to bite
Have gone
Golden mirror on the wall
Will make our lives less dull
Well be floating through the day
All our moneys almost gone
But still we live the life we want
We are floating through the day
Those bitten by the wild
Will live on
But those who used to bite
Have gone
song performed by by Hooverphonic
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Floating and floating I
Floating and floating I remained
Where I was in the sky
And the sky changed.
How I float
In how many sky
I have no answer now.
Certainly I have a sky
I have acquired sky-blue
I am sky-born sky-clad.
Skylark explained in
Clear words skyey
Coming to my sky-scraper.
Floating and floating I remained
Where I was in the sky
In my own skyline.
Certainly you are the sky my sky
And I have floated and floated
And I know I am not I.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Fingers
Back in the days of covered wagons
A man had his own way
Whether talkin' to a woman
Or crossing the U.S.A.
No telephones were ringing
No angry words exchanged.
I wish I was back in the saddle now
Riding on the range.
Let your fingers do the walking
Call me up some time
I'm listed under Broken Hearts
Looking for a good time.
I can't reach out and touch you
You're hung up on the line
I'm your disconnected number now
And you're a private line.
Well, I used to be so happy,
When you gave good 'phone.
I could call you up from anywhere
For a little bit of home
But now my heart is aching
After every call
By the way you talk you'd think
You never gave good 'phone at all.
Let your fingers do the walking
Call me up some time
I'm listed under Broken Hearts
Looking for a good time.
I can't reach out and touch you
You're hung up on the line
I'm your disconnected number now
And you're a private line.
Let your fingers do the walking
Call me up some time
I'm listed under Broken Hearts.
Looking for a good time.
I can't reach out and touch you
You're hung up on the line
I'm your disconnected number now
And you're a private line.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Let Your Fingers Do The Walking
Back in the days of covered wagons
A man had his own way
Whether talkin' to a woman
Or crossing the U.S.A.
No telephones were ringing
No angry words exchanged.
I wish I was back in the saddle now
Riding on the range.
Let your fingers do the walking
Call me up some time
I'm listed under Broken Hearts
Looking for a good time.
I can't reach out and touch you
You're hung up on the line
I'm your disconnected number now
And you're a private line.
Well, I used to be so happy,
When you gave good 'phone.
I could call you up from anywhere
For a little bit of home
But now my heart is aching
After every call
By the way you talk you'd think
You never gave good 'phone at all.
Let your fingers do the walking
Call me up some time
I'm listed under Broken Hearts
Looking for a good time.
I can't reach out and touch you
You're hung up on the line
I'm your disconnected number now
And you're a private line.
Let your fingers do the walking
Call me up some time
I'm listed under Broken Hearts.
Looking for a good time.
I can't reach out and touch you
You're hung up on the line
I'm your disconnected number now
And you're a private line.
song performed by by Neil Young
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A Hand
First Love's Touch,
mutual gathering was only through them,
our Hands.
We poets celebrate
Hearts and Souls;
Love too wields magic,
but neglect too often
those stalwart two-
the human hands-
we're birth'd with.
Entwined most
in our Corporeal Destinies
yet hands occupy
in the Pantheon of Graces
a position lower than should be.
Consider birth's first
is a touching hand.
First our eyes open
then
we are lifted by them.
Is not reaching for love
first with these twins?
Was not my First Love
first touched by them?
Did we not, we two, hold hands
along the heart-way walkways?
Did not these two first wave
sweet hellos and partings?
What poet's mind could word
without them?
Alas, too, it was these two
which fluttered dismissively
signaling
First Love was leaving.
At death's bed
the last we reach
for nurse, loved ones
or darlings,
with be with these two hands,
when from this world departing.
Is not electricity
generated by them
in the touching of our bodies?
Are not hands reaching on the Grecian Urn
expressing love's startings,
it's yawlings and yearnings?
I will die
as we all will-
its hands that will pray for me.
Coffin bound
I will lay,
my two hands crossing.
I am touched by loving hands
from birth
to Death's Regarding.
All my life these two ambassadors
convey
sweet touches
to me and from me
to others.
The tear of child
is reached by these
and Child Worlds mended.
Lover, I
have only these
to express what
what my Heart says
Love Is.
In the end
cry for them too:
Fluttering Twins,
unsung,
ungraced,
each hand-
perforce
will reach out
one to each-
one floating flower to another.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Sick And Tired
My love is on the line
A little late for all the things you didnt say
Im not sad for you
But Im sad for all the time I had to waste
Cause I learned the truth
Your heart is in a place I no longer wanna be
I knew thered come a day
Id set you free
Cause Im sick and tired
Of always being sick and tired
Chorus:
Your love isnt fair
You live in a world where you didnt listen
And you didnt care
So Im floating
Im floating on air
No warning of such a sad song
Of broken hearts
My dreams of fairy tales and fantasy
Were torn apart
I lost my peace of mind
Somewhere along the way
I knew thered come a time
Youd hear my say
Im sick and tired
Of always being sick and tired
Chorus 2x:
Your love isnt fair
You live in a world where you didnt listen
And you didnt care
So Im floating
Im floating on air
My love is on the line
Chorus:
Your love isnt fair
You live in a world where you didnt listen
And you didnt care
So Im floating
Im floating on air
song performed by by Anastacia
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Keep Your Faith Placed Safe
Fortunes meant for you,
Are not for anyone else to keep.
Unless they are holding it,
To be released to you.
And you are within reach.
People numbed from their surroundings,
Sleep.
Intoxicated by medications,
To ensure they stay away...
From wishes to be on top of the heap.
And lay under burdens tolerated,
With a sharing of addictions...
That has convinced them not to leave.
Don't dropp a tear or weep for them.
Stretched to the max,
With their pockets getting thin...
They are
And this they confirm,
Enclosed in minds suffering within.
With a slow burn inside they earn.
Afraid to relax their grasp that holds,
Onto old routines...
From them they can't let go.
As most routines on some bestow.
But a fortune meant for you,
Will come...
And that is true.
If your faith is placed,
In the hands of The Maker.
If your faith is placed,
In the hands of the Maker.
Yes a fortune meant for you,
Will come...
And that is true.
If your faith is placed,
In the hands of The Maker.
If your faith is placed,
In the hands of The Maker.
Whatever you need The Master will feed,
If your faith is placed,
In the hands of The Maker.
Refuse to brood like so many do,
And keep your faith placed safe...
In the hands of The Maker.
Whatever you need The Master will feed,
If your faith is placed,
In the hands of The Maker.
Refuse to brood like so many do,
And keep your faith placed safe...
In the hands of The Maker.
Keep your faith placed safe,
In the hands of The Maker.
Keep your faith placed safe,
In the hands of The Maker.
Keep your faith placed safe,
In the hands of The Maker.
Keep your faith placed safe,
In the hands of The Maker.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Presence Chamber
(Switzerland)
BEHOLD a temple builded not by hands.
Columns of mist, all shimmering with sun,
Stream heavenward from the deep-cut vales that run
Between the mountains, and the vault expands,
Splendor of turquoise, groined with opal bands.
Cloud tapestries, of pearl and amber spun,
Veil in that glorious pavilion,
Mosaic-paved with cities, lakes and lands.
But far withdrawn in utter light of light,
Holy of Holies, is the God to whom
Our souls, that make their own enshrouding night,
Lift piteous prayer: 'Deliver us from gloom,'
Yet shrink aftrighted from the answering, white,
Unbearable Divine that would illume.
poem by Katharine Lee Bates
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As Flame and Fire…
A woman to men is a flame;
She emits light but deny touch.
A woman to men is a fire;
She spreads out warmth but deny reach.
Men content with light and warmth
But starve without touch and reach.
Women delight with their display
But ignore men’s begging bowel..
(15.01.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Good Phone
Back in the days of covered wagons
A man had his own way
Whether talkin to a woman
Or crossing the u.s.a.
No telephones were ringing
No angry words exchanged.
I wish I was back in the saddle now
Riding on the range.
Let your fingers do the walking
Call me up some time
Im listed under broken hearts
Looking for a good time.
I cant reach out and touch you
Youre hung up on the line
Im your disconnected number now
And youre a private line.
Well, I used to be so happy,
When you gave good phone.
I could call you up from anywhere
For a little bit of home
But now my heart is aching
After every call
By the way you talk youd think
You never gave good phone at all.
Let your fingers do the walking
Call me up some time
Im listed under broken hearts
Looking for a good time.
I cant reach out and touch you
Youre hung up on the line
Im your disconnected number now
And youre a private line.
Let your fingers do the walking
Call me up some time
Im listed under broken hearts.
Looking for a good time.
I cant reach out and touch you
Youre hung up on the line
Im your disconnected number now
And youre a private line.
song performed by by Neil Young
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My thoughts shimmer with these shimmering leaves and my heart sings with the touch of this sunlight; my life is glad to be floating with all things into the blue of space, into the dark of time.
aphorism by Rabindranath Tagore from Stray Birds (1916), translated by Rabindranath Tagore
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X And Y
Trying hard to speak
And fighting with my weak hand
Driven to distraction
So part of the plan
When something is broken
And you try to fix it
Trying to repair it
Any way you can
I dive in at the deep end
You become my best friend
I wanna love you but I don't know if I can
I know something is broken
and I'm trying to fix it
Trying to repair it anyway I can
Oooohh, oooohh
Oooohh, oooohh
You and me are floating on a tidal wave... together
You and me are drifting into outer space... and singing
Oooohh, oooohh
You and me are floating on a tidal wave... together
You and me are drifting into outer space
You and me are floating on a tidal wave... together
You and me are drifting into outer space... and singing
Oooohh, oooohh
Oooohh, oooohh
song performed by by Coldplay
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Floating Fence
Floating life
Floating fence
Floating talk
Floating air
O my dear, look
The sky is near
And the sky is fixed
Look, Our love is fixed
And it is in eternity
Respect love
Respect faith
We are made for
Each other
We are made for
Welfare of all.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Moonlight Sestina
While reading Li Po, I fall
Asleep, and dream of the moon
My body lies on white
Cool sheets, flooded in a pool
Of moonlight. Lost in a dream
I lie in light, floating.
Like a full moon floating
On waves, I feel the fall
And rise, the tide of these dream
Currents. Closer, the moon
Approaches to my pool
Of flesh, shining me white.
From the glare of waxing white,
Gauze curtains – breeze floating -
Shield this rippling pool,
Become a waterfall,
And break the mirror moon-
Light through wet prisms, I dream.
Is this Shechinah? my dream
Self asks. At once the cold white
Chills me to ice. The moon
Swells until it's a floating
City, waiting to fall -
Atlantis – in the pool.
I yearn to be that pool
Skin, transparent as dream.
Instead I fear the moon fall:
I cannot part the white
Sea of thighs, Still floating
Whole, I cry to the moon:
“I am not ready, Moon”
Silence shimmers my pool,
But brightness fades, Floating
Away. Then from the dream
I emerge, weeping white
Tears that shine like star-fall.
Li Po's moon plunge sank dream
Deep. Whirlpool of lunar white
Drowns us; floating, we fall.
poem by Lillian Susan Thomas
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