A Secretary or a Waitress
The leaves rustle
A windswept autumn melody,
I walk alone the urban streets
Of beautiful sadness;
The grey sky is dangling
The threat of a slow, lonely rain.
I follow a blowing newspaper
To a cold corner bus stop
And gaze at a secretary or a waitress
Making her way home.
If I’m still walking at midnight,
There will be rats and raccoons to greet
In some alley of despair,
And there is always a stray thought
Trying to remember the last person I loved.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Girls as Exquisite as Exotic Tattoos and Hieroglyphics
The day we finally meet
It will be raining softly
On grey and lonely urban streets,
The last dangling autumn leaves
Will fall from shivering November trees.
Perhaps, we’ll gaze into each other’s eyes
At a Buddhist book store
Where the incense burn
Slow and sweet.
We have mystical steps to take
As we journey into mystery.
It can take a multitude of lifetimes
Before certain souls reunite,
And love can only be realized
After making it safely through
The forest of emotional confusion.
I’ve been playing on this playground
Without a close friend for a long time;
I’ve learned to accept solitude as sublime,
But I’m willing to share enlightenment.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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A Little Imagination Of Where I Am Heading
as i walk at dawn on the night streets
of your big city, i meet you, too, walking alone
like myself on the narrow alley
in the dark where the lights are not
functioning. Just blinking. On and off.
i see you walking towards me.
you stop a while. i have no fear.
for like you i am accustomed to
walking these same streets
even before you. you stop, as though
you have something to say. But i move
a little step farther. Not stopping.
i see the wind blowing your hair.
it is hinting that we talk a while.
but that cannot be. You are heading
north. i am heading south. You turn
towards the Left and I made my
abrupt turn to the Right.
You regain the strength to walk
a little faster. You dissolve in the
dark, i move on towards an island of
light. I am walking faster too. As though
my loved ones are waiting
back to my home in the
jagged slums.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Poet Tree
Rustle, little leaves above, rustle in the breeze...
Rustle, little leaves of love, rustle mid God's peace!
Rustle, every night and day, rustle every hour...
Rustle, rustle, come what may, rustle mid God's power!
Rustle, for then wise words are formed,
Great expectations made!
Through such as these, men's hearts are warmed
And children's prayers are prayed!
Rustle upon the Poet Tree,
Above the poets' ears,
So they may learn each melody,
These God-picked volunteers...
Rustle sweetly, and gently on,
Persist from age to age -
Let all God's poets write upon
Their separate nearby page...
Rustle until all humans die
And no more poets live!
Until no soul would question, 'Why? '
And there's no cause to give!
Rustle until God tells you stop,
'Dear friends, at last, be free...
'Tis time for you to fall, to drop...
Beneath the Poet Tree...
I've loved each poem, every one...
And Jesus loved them, too!
You've blessed the world! Your task is done!
Your rustle days are through...'
poem by Denis Martindale
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My Beloved Mistress America
Wandering sleepless in the city
In the autumn rain,
I remember the scent
Of a certain girl
Wearing Parisienne perfume
And elegant nudity at midnight.
Ah, wouldn't it be lovely
To smile the world away
And disappear on a drunken beach?
Indeed, it would be marvelous to pray to Aphrodite
And sing songs with Sappho.
However, I keep walking alone
In the moral and urban decay
Of my descending days
That wind into darkness
Like dizzying spiral staircases.
But I find a certain joy
In the proud but defeated faces
Of party store bums
Sharing a neon sign redemption
Waiting for a bus stop newspaper to sleep with;
Ah, my beloved mistress America where sorrow comforts
Every neglected heart.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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She Will Understand
I know of a beautiful, dark-haired girl.
I have never touched her hand,
But I have swooned at the thought.
We haven’t walked the lonely autumn streets
I love the best, the streets of poor children
Who smile through the gloom
As the leaves rustle down the broken concrete.
This lovely one has not yet fallen in love with poets
And the magical vision of poetry,
But she is on the verge; sadness is in her soul,
She has known childhood heartbreak,
The fragility of the inner-child,
And she is growing everyday into her goddess.
One day, she will see the beauty of a drunken poet
Who doesn’t want to hurt anyone,
The mysticism of a passionate heart,
The conviction of human dignity,
And the voice of one crying in the wilderness,
And then she will understand the one she doubts,
The one she criticizes, she will understand the voice of truth.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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When The Leaves Come Falling Down
I saw you standing with the wind and the rain in your face
And you were thinking bout the wisdom of the leaves and their grace
When the leaves come falling down
In september when the leaves, come falling down
And at night the moon is shining on a clear, cloudless sky
And when the evening shadows fall Ill be there by your side
When the leaves come falling down
In september when the leaves, come falling down
Follow me down, follow me down, follow me down
To the place beside the garden and the wall
Follow me down, follow me down
To the space before the twilight and the dawn
Oh, the last time I saw paris in the streets, in the rain
And as I walk along the boulevards with you, once again
And the leaves come falling down
In september, when the leaves come falling down
Follow me down, follow me down, follow me down
To the place between the garden and the wall
Follow me down, follow me down
To the space between the twilight and the dawn
And as Im looking at the colour of the leaves, in your hand
As were listening to chet baker on the beach, in the sand
When the leaves come falling down,
Woe in september, when the leaves come falling down
Oh when the leaves come falling down
Yeah in september when the leaves come falling down
When the leaves come falling down
In september, when the leaves come falling down
When the leaves come falling down in september, in the rain
When the leaves come falling down
When the leaves come falting down in september, in the rain
When the leaves come falling down
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Gasoline Alley
(rod stewart, ron wood)
I think I know now whats making me sad
Its a yearnin for my own back yard
I realize maybe I was wrong to leave
Better swallow up my silly country pride
Going home, running home
Down to gasoline alley where I started from
Going home, and Im running home
Down to gasoline alley where I was born
When the weathers better and the rails unfreeze
And the wind dont whistle round my knees
Ill put on my weddin suit and catch the evening train
Ill be home before the milks upon the door
Going home, running home
Down to gasoline alley where I started from
Going home, and Im running home
Down to gasoline alley where I was born
But if anything should happen and my plans go wrong
Should I stray to the house on the hill
Let it be known that my intentions were good
Id be singing in my alley if I could
And if Im called away and its my turn to go
Should the blood run cold in my veins
Just one favor Ill be asking of you
Dont bury me here, its too cold
Take me back, carry me back
Down to gasoline alley where I started from
Take me back, wont you carry me home
Down to gasoline alley where I started from
Take me back, carry me back
Down to gasoline alley where I started from
Take me back, carry me back
Down to gasoline alley where I started from
Take me back, carry me back
Down to gasoline alley where I started from
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Shadows & Tall Trees
Back to the cold restless streets at night
I talk to myself about tomorrow night.
Walls of white protest, a gravestone in name
Who is it now? its always the same.
Who is it now? who calls me inside
Are the leaves on the trees just a living disguise?
I walk the sweet rain tragicomedy
Ill walk home again to the street melody.
But I know oh no
But I know oh no
I know
Shadows and tall trees
Shadows and tall trees
Life through a window, a discoloured pain
Mrs. browns washing is always the same
I walk the sweet rain tragicomedy
Ill walk home again to the street melody.
But I know oh no
But I know oh no
I know.
(out there)
Do you feel in me, anything redeeming,
Any worthwhile feeling
Is life like a tightrope? hanging on my ceiling.
But I know oh no
But I know oh no
I know
Shadows and tall trees ....
song performed by by U2
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Walking Away
Never thought to ever think twice
Of all he had
Of all he lost
A selfish life
and guess comes with the cost
Hey, remember me
I remember you walking away
Hey, remember me
I remember you walking away
The same old streets just a different name
Same old house just the family's changed
Pickett fence
The window stains
Freedom spells by a man in chains
Silence is all we have to give
And the memories of a life I wish we'd lived
Hey, remember me
I remember you walking away
Hey, remember me
I remember you walking away
From all that you made
That you lost
or threw away
Traded in for a brand new life
But I can't
Can't let go
Can't turn around
Hold my head high and walk away
Hey, remember me
I remember you walking away
Hey, remember me
I remember you walking away
song performed by by Lifehouse
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Garden of Flowers
When the wind
Sings a lonely song,
There is tear-mist
In the air.
The cold autumn
Is exhausting,
The fallen leaves sigh
In the windswept park.
I drink wine
Before going to sleep;
But even in dreams,
I have forgotten how to smile.
When I enter the grave,
Will anyone recall
Walking with me
In a garden of flowers?
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Shadows And Tall Trees
Back to the cold restless streets at night
I talk to myself about tomorrow night
Walls of white protest
A gravestone in name
Who is it now
It's always the same
Who is it now
Who calls me inside
Are the leaves on the trees
Just living disguise
I walk sweet rain tragicomedy
I'll walk home again
to the street melody
But I know, oh no
But I know, oh no
But I know...
Shadows and tall trees
Shadows and tall trees
Shadows and tall trees
Shadows and tall trees
Life through a window
Discoloured pain
Mrs. Brown's washing is always the same
I walk street rain tragicomedy
I'll walk home again
to the street melody
But I know, oh no
But I know, oh no
But I know...
(Out there)
Do you feel in me...
Anything redeeming
Any worthwhile feeling
Is love like a tightrope
Hanging from the ceiling
But I know, oh no
But I know, oh no
But I know...
Shadows and Tall Trees
song performed by by U2
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THE AUTUMN MELODY ~ (Semodgomis melodia)
THE AUTUMN MELODY (Semodgomis melodia)
The cold autumn rain
Is drizzling
That sad melody
Down from the skies…
The wind steals
The dreamy flock
Of the clouds,
Carries away… and flies.
No smile at all,
No rebuking…
Just silence –
Acid and biting…
The moon rings
From the dome of the skies,
And throws the sparks
Into my eyes…
The cold autumn rain
I drizzling
That sad melody
Down from the skies…
poem by Tsira Gogeshvili
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George Edmunds' Song
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around he here;
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
How like the hopes of childhood's day,
Thick clust'ring on the bough!
How like those hopes in their decay-
How faded are they now!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around me here;
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
Wither'd leaves, wither'd leaves, that fly before the gale:
Withered leaves, withered leaves, ye tell a mournful tale,
Of love once true, and friends once kind,
And happy moments fled:
Dispersed by every breath of wind,
Forgotten, changed, or dead!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around me here!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
poem by Charles Dickens
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I Walk These Streets Alone
I walk these streets alone why U ask, because that's all i know and the reason i'm so ignorant is because him always on the go
I walk these streets alone meeting customer after customer getting in and out of random cars
I walk these streets alone as if the streets are empty as i go on my devilish duty.
I walk these streets alone clueless to the danger surrounding me, as if him invisible to any danger.
I walk the streets alone as if every person i meet sees me as a stranger.
I walk these streets alone, as sad as it may seem i prefer my own company but at times i still get lonely.
I walk these streets alone but don't feel sorry for me, for i know what i'm getting myself into. and i know the consequences if i get caught
I walk these streets alone regardless of what I've been taught...
poem by Leon Scott
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In the Midnight Hour
When we meet
in the midnight hour
country girl
I will bring you night flowers
coloured like your eyes
in the moonlight
in the midnight
hour
I remember
Your cold hand
held for a moment among strangers
held for a moment among dripping trees
in the midnight hour
I remember
Your eyes coloured like the autumn landscape
walking down muddy lanes
watching sheep eating yellow roses
walking in city squares in winter rain
kissing in darkened hallways
walking in empty suburban streets
saying goodnight in deserted alleyways
in the midnight hour
Andy Williams singing `We'll keep a Welcome in the
Hillsides' for us
When I meet you at the station
The Beatles singing `We Can Work it Out' with James
Ensor at the harmonium
Rita Hayworth in a nightclub singing `Arcade Mia'
I will send you armadas
of love vast argosies of flowers
in the midnight hour
country girl
when we meet
in the moonlight
midnight
hour
country girl
I will bring you
yellow
white
eyes
bright
moon
light
mid
night
flowers
in the midnight hour.
poem by Adrian Henri
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Leaves (a song of exile)
Leaves fall across the pathways
Like a steady blowing rain
On the old ranch houses and new MacHouses
And it's cold in Connecticut, once again
I hear it's cold in England too
I am less than American, after all
I don't drive & scream for the Yankees
I remember how leaves of Autumn fall
I'll never learn all these written rules
Of shaven lawns and cleared debris
As if there were something innately flawed
In designs of nature, the heart of me.
poem by Frank Bana
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One More Chance
The city is quiet, too cold to walk alone
Strangers in overcoats hurry on home
Tonight Ive been walking in the rain
Someones been talking and Ive got the blame
Chained, framed, you know what I mean
Push me in a corner and Ill scream
Just give me one more, one more chance
One more, one more chance
I will find out wherever you are
Drinking in another club or driving in your car
Walking through empty streets
Stupid fool, that was yours for keeps
Chained, framed, you know what I mean
Push me in a corner and Ill scream
One more, one more chance
Give me one more, one more chance
Give me one more, one more chance
Give me one more chance, one more chance tonight
The city is quiet, too cold to walk alone
Strangers in overcoats hurry on home
Tonight Ive been walking in the rain
Someones been talking and Ive got the blame
Chained, framed, you know what I mean
Push me in a corner and Ill scream
Just give me one more, one more chance
Give me one more, one more chance
Give me one more, one more chance
Give me one more chance, one more chance tonight
Youre so extreme
I want to take you home with me
Come on, tell me one more time
I dont mind, baby, I dont mind
I dont mind
Just give me one more ...
Push me in the corner and Ill scream ...
One more, one more chance
Give me one more, one more chance
Give me one more, one more chance
Give me one more chance, one more chance
Just give me one more
One more
One more, one more chance
Give me one more chance, one more chance to-...
I dont mind ...
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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All Spirits Will Rise
No one dares dream of beach houses
While walking on these dirty city streets
In the misty sullen rain
Where the children smile despite some new despair
That is always lurking around the corner.
A mother will drive home from work
And brush her hair
While listening to police sirens
Invade the open air.
Drug deals and daily violence
Mar the already bleak surroundings,
But someone will help an old lady
Cross the street
And all spirits will rise above the sadness
Of struggling survival.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Time Runs Out Escaping into Eternity
After walking through this world alone,
I’ll write my poems sitting at a piano
With votive candles lit, remembering everything,
The summer dresses on an avenue of trees,
The rhythmic sway of your feet through autumn leaves,
The sadness in your brown eyes that brought you to me.
Romantic melancholy is the only melody of my soul,
Longing unfulfilled the only chords I know by heart,
No dramatic crescendo just a silent fade, whisper-like,
Into the midnight air of a lonely night.
Impossible love has left me mesmerized,
The perfume on a sweater you wore
Lingers in a dream that never ceases,
I can’t let go of my images of you,
They will one day justify my existence
In words that make old men and lovers cry.
I hope you can perceive the enchanted poetry
That I found in the movements of your hands,
In your softest breath against a wineglass,
I know, no man is worthy of a woman
Until he has loved her above all others.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Midnight Wolf
Tell me what the rain knows
A distant shadow flickering along a white wall
No one there to make it
Where I go the rain does follow
Midnight wolf of fading shadows
For whom which do you cry?
Why do you follow me?
Why? Please tell me why!
Someday tomorrow the rain will cease to follow
I am the only one that dares to believe
I can only see what other's don't see
Oh midnight wolf of sorrow
You still will always follow
Why are you the only one who believe's in me?
Oh come time tomorrow
The rain again will follow
And I will be the only to see
Oh midnight wolf of sorrow
Come please, please do follow
For we are the only one's who see
That the rain is the knowledge of past and future profits
The profits that only we can see
Midnight wolf that follows
The rain the cries in sorrow
I hope you both will never leave me
So dear midnight wolf of flickering shade
Do tell me what the rain does say
poem by Janelle Morehart
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