Fireworks
A chrysanthemum emanates above
In the empty and dead-star dripping sky.
Comets shoot up, crossing over all of
The ashen trails burnt early in July.
Clusters and crossettes strobe in the distance,
Delaying bursts clutter the silent night.
The clatter echoes in the spacious persistence
And the pyrotechnic display ignites.
Sparks fall to the ground like the willow's leaves
In brocades both woven and unwinding.
It's a spectacle I hardly believe;
The explosive glow appears so blinding
As if I'd seen nothing—nothing at all—
In the luminous fireworks' torrid squall.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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4th of July
Ahh,4th of July
A wonderful holiday for everyone in America
Tis’ the day when we got independence finally!
Fireworks on display in the sky.
Bam, there goes a star!
Whoosh, there goes a flag!
Click, there goes a heart!
Man, its fun celebrating this holiday!
Awww, fireworks are over!
Oh well, can’t wait to see the next years’ fireworks!
I’m sure it’s going to top this years’ fireworks!
I’ll always love 4th of July no matter what.
Fireworks are surely the best of this holiday for it represents our freedom!
poem by Casey Lyon
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Fireworks
Once I was cold
But now I know
How a fireworks
'Cause I felt the flame
It drove me insane
Fireworks
There was this lady
Soft as as a gentle glow
She told me everything
That she knows
About fireworks
She's got fireworks
Now on the fourth of July
By the riverside
There was fireworks
And by her dark green eyes
I was hynotised
By her fireworks
She lit a fuse in the
Dark of the night
Then I got off
Like dynamite
On her fireworks
She's got fireworks
A million colors shooting
Across the sky
Moment any man
Could fantasize
Ahw.. Fireworks
Got fireworks .. Ahw..
--- Instrumental ---
Now I'm meeting her here
But she's dis-appeared
And took her fireworks
She burning up someone
With her fever and fun
And her fireworks
Some lucky man is gonna
Need her so
And when he does
I know he's gonna know
Her fireworks
She's got fireworks
Fireworks
A candle burning at both ends
Fireworks
Hotbed of coal... Ahhh..
Fireworks
Fireworks
Fire, fire
Fire, fire
Fireworks
Fireworks
Hot as coal... Ahhh..
Fireworks
Fireworks
Fire, fire
Oh, Oh,,,
Fireworks
Fireworks
Hot bed of coal...
song performed by by Alabama
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Impromptu Fireworks
As, from our local rail station, we made our way,
We were treated to an impromptu firework display.
Upon spying this spectacle, our journey, we briefly stopped,
As fireworks whizzed and whistled and banged and popped.
We just happened to be passing on by,
When, into the sky, we saw fireworks fly.
The display, to us, was totally unexpected;
On my face, excitement could be detected.
We saw many decorative designs of silver, green and red:
One, of which, reminded me, of a seeded dandelion head.
There were many lovely patterns for us to see,
And we saw this amazing spectacle, all for free.
The display had been organised by the local church,
But, onto nearby railings, some people were perched.
We were stood on the opposite side of the road,
As, one by one, the fabulous fireworks flowed.
We had an uninterrupted view, from where we were stood;
I thought the fireworks, that we saw, were really rather good.
All too soon, came the big finale of the firework display,
And after the final big bang, to home, we made our way.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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The Big Bang
They had waited on blankets, in cars,
to view the Chrysanthemum stars.
Instead of a pyrotechnic display,
The authorities sent them away.
A brief blast of frightening power
consumed at once many a flower.
It appears a computer malfunction
was the cause of the mini eruption.
The engineered boom had gone bust.
Makes you wonder- now who can you trust?
In the desert that night 'neath the stars
Jupiter, Venus and Mars
put on their free, nightly, display.
People on blankets, in cars
very seldom look up to the stars.
There a bowlful of wonder and light
goes sight unseen most every night.
The gift of a child's sense of wonder
goes unwrapped by these mortals down under.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Brooklyn Fourth of July 2007
Firecrackers, boom, boom, boom
all sound off with the light of the moon.
Looking up in the sky,
color bursts a mile high.
Zooming towards the water below,
all four bridges sparkle and glow.
This all happens like synchronicity,
looks so smooth with simplicity.
The Spectacular of Macy’s Fireworks display
is worth seeing by the bay,
if you happened to be up that way,
to celebrate independence day.
Try to get on a building rooftop fast,
Fireworks great but won’t last,
Take pictures if you can,
of this Macy’s Fireworks Spectacular
which is grand.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Future Unwinding
They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger
All I know is that I can't be dead any longer
And so I try to be me,
But will I fall?
Can I set my mind free?
Will I ever stand tall?
I can only wait and see
Through the eyes in my head
But I can look forward and see
With the eye of my mind
So I just let the future unwind.
I let the future unwind in me.
I see the future unwinding
I feel the light is gonna be blinding
And I know that there's only one way of finding
And that is to search through the future unwinding,
Through the future unwinding in me.
poem by Mark Hopwood
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Brooklyn Fourth of July 2007
Firecrackers, boom, boom, boom
all sound off with the light of the moon.
Looking up in the sky,
color bursts a mile high.
Zooming towards the water below,
all four bridges sparkle and glow.
This all happens like synchronicity,
looks so smooth with simplicity.
The Spectacular of Macy's Fireworks display
is worth seeing by the bay,
if you happened to be up that way,
to celebrate independence day.
Try to get on a building rooftop fast,
Fireworks great but won't last,
Take pictures if you can,
of this Macy's Fireworks Spectacular
which is grand.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on April 20,2011
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Independence Day
On July the Fourth we celebrate
with fireworks so high.
We shoot them off and watch them
as they burst into the sky
reminding us that rockets were a part
of our history.
As a nation, we were formed with hopes
that we'd all be free,
Free from intolerance, injustice
and religious bigotry.
We started out with all of these
but slowly we did see
that ideals in this country
slowly did they change
and now as fireworks go off
I find it rather strange
that different points of view
that make us who we are,
just like the flag we raise
with each and every star
have eroded the respect we had
from all around the world.
We've made so many enemies
that when our flag's unfurled
it's hard to stop the tears we have
streaming from our eyes.
Let's pray our Independence Day
once again will rise
and become the day it was meant to be
when it first was found
so our children's freedom
will stand on solid ground.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Fourth Of July
she just called
from L.A.
It is the fourth
of July
a holiday and
true
as william
describes
it, the colors
of red
blue
yellow
orange
green
andeven
gold
glow
in the
dark skies of
liberty
fireworks
it is all
fireworks
nothing
but fireworks
she calls
they just
stay inside
the house
where the
white senior
citizen
is sleeping
and they
hope that
she may
not wake
up
and ask
them
what are
they doing?
who are
they
and why
they are
still
laughing
despite
the cold
wind
blowing
outside
the window
panes
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In The City
Mornings when I wake too early
Theres a dead light in the room
Rain is falling through
The dark and the moon
The waking hour appears pretty soon
Everyone is sleeping though
I lie in a curtained room
Somewhere in a city
Holding so many names
Somehow in the distance
Ive gone to ground
Somewhere in a city
Somewhere between the crowd
Somehow in the distance
Ive gone to ground
Only the shadow remains
Only the shadow of doubt
Three years of memories
Memories without a sight
The end of another year
How will I survive ?
How suddenly fear begins
In a bedroom on the floor
Somewhere in a city
Holding so many names
Somewhere in the crowd
Somewhere in the distance
Somewhere in a city
Holding so many names
Somehow in a city
Ive gone to ground
The light breaks slowly forward
Across my bedroom wall
Until it defines me somehow
In shadow of doubt
It finds my fugitive life
Its blurred, blurred with dust
Only heaven collides
When I look above
Somewhere in a city
Holding so many names
Somehow in the distance
Ive gone to ground
Somewhere in a city
Somewhere between the crowd
Somehow in the distance
Ive gone to ground
Somewhere in a city
Somewhere between the crowd
Somehow in the distance
Ive gone to ground
song performed by by Xymox
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So Long Jackson
scattered words on a canvass
Dripping paint
a bit of myth
Chance
Color
Curled up on in your head
a fire without coals
The bottle just about empty
Dead painter
Steel car with blood
Alcoholism is a decadent religion
Fame an empty seat
Fall leaves without a plan
So long Jackson
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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4th Of July
Born of the age
Flagged hopes
Censored rage
The black clad box
Bombs bursting in air
Bleed white red and blue
Cried dawn's early light
For the hope
Oh where has it gone
Brothers sisters stand firmly and try
Reaching the spacious ski-ies
Fourth of July
Lie by the sword
Black times
False reward
The greetings of doom
So proudly they hail
Lost fortune of free
The stripes and bright stars
Promise lost
Oh where has it gone
Brothers sisters stand firmly and try
Reaching the spacious ski-ies
Fourth of July
Brothers sisters stand firmly and try
Reaching the spacious ski-ies
Fourth of July
song performed by by Beach Boys
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The Fourth Of July (Love And Rockets Red Glare)
On this night of patriotic celebration
We find a special place to hide away
for a while
Just for the two of us
Under the boardwalk
We lay a blanket down and spread it out
Sitting on the blanket
The time has come
And so
One by one
Fireworks and rockets go off
As they go off
We exchange hugs and kisses
While still making time to see the beauty
and magic happening in the sky
On the Fourth of July
As the fireworks and celebration continue
On this Fourth of July
You and I can both agree
We wouldn't want to be anywhere else
Anywhere else in the world
On this Fourth of July
On the Fourth of July
For us
Tonight
It's definitely love and rockets red glare
Love and rockets red glare
All over
poem by Justin Gildow
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Check it up......
Break the leak and take a pick, hold on to the
end until the whole grain fall to the sack and
repack; always full your strength ready for
another cup for rain to drain
look the sack is empty ready to be pulled, bag
to full standby in the corner, as the needle
wait to sew the fully boggle sack of grain in the
ground
check your face and look up and see the log
in the different eyes, and always believe that its
easy to tell, dirt’s passed in the swollen face of
an enemy
be not like the falling star, thousands and
millions of eyes watch it fall from the heaven,
shouting its beauty, balls of fire reflected in the
tail, waiting to sink in the ocean of the universe
it display
now the moment of the falling star, has started to
glow check it's shine, fun until it become full and
bring it back to shine in the foreign land where
everybody can see
give to no one and leave it not, but take to
every one for you to go and shine; a real star
never evade only it fades.....
poem by Antonio Liao
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Collision
Space, made of the pulsing endless vastness of the human imagination
Stars glow, comets fly, rocks drift all of this is silent as it happens in each galaxy
Quite soundless work taking it’s time
Everything must be perfect, efficient
When something foreign or new touches this space all of the workers
Must now create harmony and must accommodate the friend or intruder
If this foreign friend feels right like it must belong space will keep it
If it is an intruder planning to destroy comets fly to battle and attack
The white comets must protect its red rocks and absent sun
Then one faithful day space began to pulse faster as a foreign
Friend came into contact
The friend felt warm, soft, new, and inviting
It was another galaxy
It began pulsing as they became closer and closer
We fly away from these pink and red galaxies into the bodies of two people
Then further and further until we see them begin their new journey
A touch
A kiss
In the night
As the stars glow, comets fly, and rocks drift soundlessly and forever
Written: January 21,2010
poem by Ryan Collins
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Small Town America,4th of July
Small Town America,4th of July
A young boy with bottle rockets just shot out his eye
Meanwhile in the kitchen his mother makes pie
And in the back of the trailer his dad drowns in rye.
In 1776 they fought for our right
to shoot out our eyes with fireworks in the night
Blow off your fingers, your hands, your feet, and your toes
The more you blow off, the more your patriotism grows
The 4th of July is time to reflect on our forefathers
They killed the Redcoats and Hessians for bombing Pearl Harbor
Because of them we are free and democratic
Because of them we can own a semi automatic
So take out your guns today and fire them for no reason
Shoot your neighbor or your dog for surely they have committed treason
George Washington wrote the Constitution on this day
Let us celebrate and beat up a gay
Blow things up, get drunk, eat ranch sauce, feel fine
Look back to 1776 and party like it's 1999
Small town America,4th of July
Bring back the electric chair and let someone fry
Willow Weep For Me
(1932) ann ronell
Willow weep for me, willow weep for me,
Bend your branches green along the stream that runs to sea,
Listen to my plea, listen willow weep for me,
Gone my lovers dream, lovely summer dream,
Gone and left me here to weep my tears into the stream,
Sad as I can be - hear me willow and weep for me.
Whisper to the wind to say that love has sinned
To leave my heart aching and making this moan,
Murmur to the night to hide her starry light,
So none will find me sighing and crying all alone,
Weeping willow tree, weep in sympathy,
Bend your branches down along the ground and cover me,
When the shadows fall, bend oh willow and weep for me.
To leave my heart aching and making this moan,
So none will find me sighing and crying all alone,
Weeping willow tree, weep in sympathy,
Bend your branches down along the ground and cover me,
When the shadows fall, bend oh willow,
Bend oh willow and weep for me.
song performed by by Nina Simone
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Self Portrait
The willow tree stands alone.
It grows alone, relying only on the Sun and the Rain.
This willow tree offers shade.
It only shades during the day, casting a monster
of a shadow in the mornings and evenings,
its size shrinking in between. Its shadow
is solid in some places, but has empty
places of sunlight dotting the ground beneath
it, allowing room for purity among the darkness.
This willow tree is immune to the Wind.
It bends whichever way it needs to survive,
sacrificing its tiny leaves to be carried away.
This willow tree is a home.
Small birds build nests on its branches,
laying eggs that will bring new Life to the World.
The nest is supported. Some things of little
weight can be supported, but anything that drags
the branches too close to the ground
will be dropped so the tree can be saved.
This willow tree is weak.
As it grows, its branches come closer and closer
to the ground, for it cannot support the weight
of itself anymore. It cannot help its own soul.
With one swing of an ax, the tree will be felled.
It will be finished, left there to be eaten
and burrowed in and rotted away by the Earth.
poem by Zoe Guillory
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A Death-Parting
LEAVES and rain and the days of the year,
(Water-willow and wellaway,)
All these fall, and my soul gives ear,
And she is hence who once was here.
(With a wind blown night and day.)
Ah! but now, for a secret sign,
(The willow's wan and the water white,)
In the held breath of the day's decline
Her very face seemed pressed to mine.
(With a wind blown day and night.)
O love, of my death my life is fain;
(The willows wave on the water-way,)
Your cheek and mine are cold in the rain,
But warm they'll be when we meet again.
(With a wind blown night and day.)
Mists are heaved and cover the sky;
(The willows wail in the waning light,)
O loose your lips, leave space for a sigh,—
They seal my soul, I cannot die.
(With a wind blown day and night.)
Leaves and rain and the days of the year,
(Water-willow and wellaway,)
All still fall, and I still give ear,
And she is hence, and I am here.
(With a wind blown night and day.)
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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I Will Always Love You For Who You Are
Even if the leaves of ground turn red of my blood
Even if the leaves of ground turn happy yellow into dust
Even the leaves of ground turn brown into ashes
Even if the leaves of ground turn black into the night
You will always be swaying in my breath
Because I will always love you for who you are
Even if they take out my mind again
And spin it round the midnight blue
Even if they take my heart away again
And throw it down a silent well
From inside that well your name I will call
Even though I don't like to make promises at all
This much I can always promise
Because I will always love you for who you are
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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