How Do You Want Your Egg?
The Sun blossomed in the East-
As an egg yolk of overpowering size...
Laid upon a plate of deepest blue-
And they call it: 'The Sunrise';
What a reoccuring and amazing miracle...
As the Earth and the Stars do their thing...
In the Early East-A well expected feast...
Dining with the best 'til the West-the blackness brings;
Brightest and perhaps nearly warmest...
'Over easy' at the noontime-
No need for a side of bacon or sausage...
For the picture of this day created this rhyme;
poem by Theodora Onken
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West End Girls
(....forever)
Sometimes youre better off dead
Theres gun in your hand and its pointing at your head
You think youre mad, too unstable
Kicking in chairs and knocking down tables
In a restaurant in a west end town
Call the police, theres a madman around
Running down underground to a dive bar
In a west end town
In a west end town, a dead end world
The east end boys and west end girls
In a west end town, a dead end world
The east end boys and west end girls
West end girls
Too many shadows, whispering voices
Faces on posters, too many choices
If, when, why, what?
How much have you got?
Have you got it, do you get it, if so, how often?
And which do you choose, a hard or soft option?
(how much do you need? )
In a west end town, a dead end world
The east end boys and west end girls
In a west end town, a dead end world
The east end boys and west end girls
West end girls
West end girls
(how much do you need? )
In a west end town, a dead end world
The east end boys and west end girls
Oooh west end town, a dead end world
East end boys, west end girls
West end girls
Youve got a heart of glass or a heart of stone
Just you wait till I get you home
Weve got no future, weve got no past
Here today, built to last
In every city, in every nation
From lake geneva to the finland station
(how far have you been? )
In a west end town, a dead end world
The east end boys and west end girls
A west end town, a dead end world
East end boys, west end girls
West end girls
West end girls
West end girls
(how far have you been? )
Girls
East end boys
And west end girls
And west end girls
And west end girls
East end boys
The west end girls
The west end boys
And west end girls
The west end girls
The west end boys
The west end girls
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Sunrise, Sunset
O Sun, When you rise,
It’s morning dawn.
When you set,
It’s evening dusk.
O Sun, Seeing your beauty lighting
Shining on landscape from dawn
Shining on seascape from dusk
It comes from dawn to dusk.
O Sun, rise from East
O Sun, set to West
From East to West,
Celestial light comes and go,
Seasons come and go.
Here come four seasons
North to South, East to West
From Spring comes Autumn,
From Summer comes Winter.
O Sun, From rising East
To setting West
O Moon, Come rising East
To setting West
Cycle never end,
It’s endless cycle,
Seeing sunset every dusk,
Seeing sunrise every dawn.
Making us pondering..
Make us wondering
Where, When will be next..
Sunrise, sunset..
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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The Sun Burns East to West
The Sun Burns East to West
(Earth’s Creation to the end of an Ice Age)
© 2008 (Jim Sularz)
Sun’s first rise over life-less skies,
the Earth cools, and the waters pool -
the Sun burns East to West.
And the planet’s broken plates quake and move.
Lightning strikes, the waters stir,
and the bonds of life begin to churn -
the Sun burns East to West.
And the waters swirl in a living urn.
Strange aquatic things, they all evolve,
some spiny finned, start to crawl -
the Sun burns East to West.
And they slowly stretch erect and tall.
Eons past where the cunning reign, a savage place,
with small sized brains -
the Sun burns East to West.
And the dead surrender their twisted remains.
An asteroid streaks from the sky, blocks out the Sun,
cause most to die -
the Sun burns East to West.
And all in a blink of Time’s eye.
Footprints in stone, some on mountainsides,
make it clear that rocks don’t lie -
the Sun burns East to West.
And the Fossils always tell the Time.
Eons past and Eons more, the fittest evolves,
and Man is born -
the Sun burns East to West.
And the early brain, once fast asleep,
begins to dream and mourn.
The first million years, Man lives in fear, learns to hunt,
invents the spear -
the Sun burns East to West.
And migrates to claim the vast frontiers.
Tools from stone and controlled fire, creates language,
that shake Man’s empire -
the Sun burns East to West.
And splash Cave paintings with Human inspire.
Life-times of hunter-gathering,
and story-telling in the dark -
the Sun burns East to West.
And a World spins with a Million hearts.
The Earth starts to warm, the oceans rise,
and the waters shape the lands -
the Sun burns East to West.
And when an Ice Age ends, then comes, the Age of Man.
poem by Jim Sularz
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It is only fantasy, not true!
Just imagine that earth is the size of a pinhead,
The universe may be the size of the earth.
when The universe is the size of the earth.
that earth may be the size of a pinhead,
The maximum time difference is less than a day,
Wherever we travel on the earth in pain or gay,
When we travel east or west, we either lose or gain,
A few of hours of the past and the future,
when the morning arrives earlier or later,
While the people, their age and their progress are the same,
But we gain or lose only less than a day on this planet of a pinhead.
When we travel in the universe which is the size of the earth,
How many years and decades that we need to go for a round,
When we travel east and west, we lose and gain in years,
Many years of past and the future that exists at the same moment,
So, when the time travelers return, they wouldn't be younger, not lament,
To look for their gone ancestors in the changed land scape,
As the human wherever they go and whatever they do,
They age at same pause gradually, not one age faster,
The other remain younger during the same period of roster.
I am a time traveler to travel faster to reach the future,
or dig the past, I am always the contemporary human to ponder.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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2 Days After Midnite
Strung out on the east side of town
Weighing up my latest pleasure
In two days time Ill be given a sign
That puts me in a place I get high
Meanwhile theres no reply, its a one conversation
In two days time Ill be given a sign
That puts me with the stars in the sky
And with the sun in my eyes
You know that I cant see
Just like the stars in the sky
You know, Ill be
Counting down the headlights
Brings me down to earth
2 days after midnite baby
Ill be there
Strung out on the edge of the east side of town
Weighing up my latest pleasure
In two days time, Ill leave it behind
And put it in a place I can find
Meantime Im drawing the line, its a no win situation
In two days time Ill get the sign
Scaring myself outa my mind
And with the sun in my eyes
You know that I cant see
Just like the stars in the sky
You know, Ill be there
Counting down the headlights
Brings me down to earth
2 days after midnight baby
Ill be there
If I disappear, that would make it clear
Strung out on the edge on the east side of town
Weighing up my latest measure
Freaking out on this sensation
Guarantees my destination
And with the sun in my eyes
You know that I cant see
Just like the stars in the sky
You know, Ill be there
Counting down... repeat to fade
song performed by by Wet Wet Wet
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A Fine Culture
They were indeed simple people
the people of the east
A FINE CULTURE they did have
the people of the east
A FINE CULTURE
the east should have given the rest
when the west brought out the 'machine'
the east brought out the 'human'
Today's world is not lacking in machine
Today's world is lacking in human
Today's east is sending 'productive men' all over
the east should have sent 'human men' all over
How did the east stray?
when did it loose it's way?
The east then found everything in simplicity
simplicity was it's strength and beauty
simplicity gave the east it's integrity
simplicity never ever gave the east an inferiority
Today the east mocks the west
the 'material' wealth of the west..has
put to rest...the
true spirit of the east
We blame it on simplicity
we say we were plundered due to our simplicity
a handed down book on simplicity
only became a liability..we say
What the west had gained
everybody did gain...the 'machine'
what the east had lost
everbody did loose...the 'human'
Today what are we in
an 'un human' man is managing a dangerous dumb 'machine'...and
THAT'S THE DANGER WE ARE IN...without
a fine culture
poem by Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
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When The East Awakes
When the east awakes,
The west goes to bed.
The east then keeps vigil...
Until the day does fade,
While the east wants rest.
Just then jumping on his
Feet rises the west.
God has divided duty
In such a divine way!
We must not break His law,
To usher in the good day!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Go East, Young Man
(words & music by giant - baum - kaye)
Im gonna go where the desert sun is
Go where I know the fun is
Go where the harem girls dance
Go where theres love and romance
Out on the burning sands, in some caravan
Ill find adventure, while I can
To say the least, go on, go east young man
Go east young man, go east young man
Youll feel like a sheik, so rich and grand
With dancing girls at your command
Go eat and drink and feast, go east young man
Im gonna go where the nights enchanted
Go where those dreams are granted
When paradise starts calling, into some tent Im crawling
I hear those desert drums, and when nighttime comes
Then Ill make love the way I planned
To say the least, go on, go east young man
Go east young man, go east young man
Youll feel like a sheik, so rich and grand
With dancing girls at your command
Go eat and drink and feast, go east young man
Go eat and drink and feast, go east young man
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Gazing At The Sky
As I lie upon my rooftop, gazing at the sky
The only thing my mind will wonder is why, why, why
Why are there no birds soaring through the sky
The only thing my eyes can spy are black bats dashing by, doing the things they do
Why is the Moon so bright tonight
Perhaps to keep me stirring and gaping at the blue
As I lie upon my rooftop, gazing at the sky
Listening to the sounds of the night while time goes slowly by
The night sky is a wonderful thing that will remain until after I die
The night sky is a story written by the stars
Images from long ago come to me from afar
As I lie upon my rooftop, gazing at the sky
I can feel the moisture in the air and though it is cold, I continue to glare
I stare toward the east where the sun is soon to rise
I stare toward the east where the brightest star does lie
And I hear the rustle of the leaves as they dance in the breeze
As I lie upon my rooftop, gazing at the sky
The tiny twinkling lights are like a million fireflies
The night sky is a canvas with hues of black and white
It tickles all my senses. It’s such a wondrous sight
It whispers “Come and play, ” but I know I don’t have too much time before it wilts away
As I lie upon my rooftop, gazing at the sky
The stars begin to fade anew and the sun begins to rise
This feat does cause me pain, for I cannot see this artwork again
I cannot see this portrayal once more until the sun goes down
As I lie upon my rooftop, gazing at the sky
I realize I have had no sleep as the sun glitters in my eye
The bright beams of the brilliant sun streaming in my face
So different than the moonbeams dancing slowly place to place
As I lie upon my rooftop, gazing at the sky
I hear my stomach rumbling like a freight train passing by
The smell of bacon as it sizzles penetrates my nose
As the promised taste of pancakes makes me get up on my toes
As I stand here in the kitchen, hungry as can be
I could eat a herd of horses or a flock of geese, you see
But instead I’ll just have pancakes and bacon on the side
And then I’ll try to get some sleep until the night again arrives
poem by Tyler Wood
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A Sea Burthen
A ship swinging
As the tide swings, up and down,
And men's voices singing, -
East away O! West away!
And a very long way from London Town!
A lantern glowing
And stars looking down,
And the sea smells blowing, -
East away O! West away!
And a very long way from London Town!
Lights in wild weather
From a tavern window old and brown,
And men singing together, -
East away O! West away!
And a very long way from London Town!
poem by Cicely Fox Smith
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Who'll Stop The Rain
Who'll stop the rain
Who'll stop the action
East side west side
The world moves on
I heard a rumour that fires were started
Flame in the streets and tension uncharted
Bigger than life at the edge of the city
Ashes and diamonds gleaming with pity
Who'll stop the rain
Who'll stop the action
East side west side
The world moves on
Between midnight and dawn you slept through the deadlines
Believe in me and we'll hit the tall headlines
Look up and laugh be happy today
Here come the waves count three pray
Who'll stop the rain
Who'll stop the action
East side west side
The world moves on
A global affair in big house u.s.a.
A moving violation angels over broadway
The next voice you hear will be the main attraction
The next time we love standby for action
Meet me tonight and love me for ever
Let's be happy let's be famous whatever the weather
The rain must fall and night time is calling
Golden boy and golden girl it's a great day in the morning
Who'll stop the rain
Who'll stop the action
East side west side
The world moves on
song performed by by Heaven 17
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West And East
A name is west and the thought behind this name is east,
I call it geography that stands out before the very feast.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Life Is amazing
Amazing is the life given…
Like (fajr) prayer early in the morning…
Breaking the light in the sky just before sunrise…
Amazing is life given…
To hear the whispering of the winds…
After an emotional play…ha! , ha! …
Amazing is life given…
To hear the voice of a child being born…
Or birds chirping in a group by the pond…
Or at the corner street post…
Amazing is life given…
When you witness the blooming…
Of a planted seed…indeed…
Take heed…life is amazing…
Amazing is life given…
When your queen smiles at you…
Just to be smiling…
Or the woman next door offers you…
Early morning coffee…
Out of the blue…she offers you….
Amazing is life given…
Because the giver of life is(AMAZING) …
As is the woman who is created for all…
Of mankind…rewind your soul…
Love the amazement which is woman…
Share…in her respect…
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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We Are Drawn Towards The West
we are drawn towards the west
we are from the east
we have many reasons to stay in the west
we have more of the many reasons to go back to our
point of origin
the east, yet for the time being, we cannot.
the east will always be an enticing art form
inside our hungry stomachs
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wild East
(ian hunter)
Well its tuesday night
How Id like to be inside at this time
Watchin t.v. is killin me
Its such a drag tonight
I feel like jason
Just found a rusty fleece
And the cyclops all laughin at me
You cant tame wild east
Wild east wild east
Wild east wild east
Now some cynic from the methadone clinic
He keeps on bothering me
He writes all my lyrics backwards on diapers
And hangs em from the local trees
Watch out, white boy
Dont argue with a sawn off piece
Im a crazy son, mama
I love the grease of wild east
Wild east wild east
Wild east wild east
Wild east wild east
Wild east wild east
Now jezebel dont feel too well, she talks to jane
bout a one way conversation on a subway train
Hey! they took away her wallet and her valise
Love hate, love hate, love hate, love hate, wild east
Wild east wild east
Wild east wild east
Wild east wild east
Wild east come on crazy wild east
(repeat and fade)
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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The Dajon Song
There's a dog in the stew
As gratan as blues
Some creaky old muse
Whose dice are fallin
Nuweiba sand flew
So stay out of view
And tear out a pew
As Cairo Callin away
I'm not as prego as you
Caprese eel brew
As play out as twos
And losin my cruiser
Some mustard to chew
As a lebanese druse
So easy to bruise
With pedros drawing
One hit and we're down
We're callin in the hounds
Let's get out of this down
But one hit and we're down....
....I'm not as dajon as you
It's a skeleton view
Is a rotten old dude
For assibyn hues
We paintin lifestyles
With weird tattoos
As korsican tombs
I'm not as dajon as you
With wayward flugels
Blowin into town
One hit and we're down
Courtin in the hounds
One hit and we're down....
....I'm not as dajon as you
..I'm not as dajon as you
Put all the west side on the east side
Put all the east side on the west side
song performed by by Gomez
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I Shall Be Released
They say everything can be replaced
Well then distance is not near
I remember every face
Of everyone who put me here
I see my light come shining
From the west down to the east
Any day now
Any day now
I shall be released
They say everyone needs protection
They say everyone must fall
Yet I swear I see my reflection
Some where so high above this wall
I see my light come shining
From the west down to the east
Any day now
Any day now
I shall be released
Standing next to me in this lonely crowd
Is a man who swears hes not to blame
All day long I hear him shout so loud
That he swears he was framed
I see my light come shining
From the west down to the east
Any day now
Any day now
I shall be released
I see my light come shining
From the west down to the east
Any day now
Any day now
I shall be released
Any day now
Any day now
I shall be released
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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The Wind's Journey
Winds blowing from the east
Transplanted scents into the west,
Wandered into jungles of concrete wall,
Struggling to fit in cranny nooks of tall
Structures, that hastens its journey through
Man-made woods – a jungle of towers blew
And drove the wind from western grey mist,
Back to the east, refresh and crisply blest,
While easterly mist touched the west wind
And blow forth again to trees and leaves of green
From east to the west its circular route dawdle
Wanting to re-touch thus lingered to mingle
Attempting to refine a wind made stale
By man’s rancorous ill will, east wind’s wail
The west wind wavered, intertwined forever
To retouch and refresh the earth’s dwindling fresh air
poem by Jona PoloRamirez
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Rises From The East
You pray facing the east with your back facing the west!
And, you do worship the sun which rises from the east! !
But, have you come up with another theory?
For, the fact is now laid bare in 'Ezekiel 8: 16'.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Unwelcome
|WE were young, we were merry, we were very very wise,
And the door stood open at our feast,
When there passed us a woman with the West in her eyes,
And a man with his back to the East.
O, still grew the hearts that were beating so fast,
The loudest voice was still.
The jest died away on our lips as thy passed,
And the rays of July struck chill.
The cups of red wine turned pale on the board,
The white bread black as soot.
The hound forgot the hand of her lord,
She fell down at his foot.
Low let me lie, where the dead dog lies,
Ere I sit me down again at a feast,
When there passes a woman with the West in her eyes,
And a man with his back to the East.
poem by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
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