Autumn Leaf
Listening to daybreak birds
Singing sweetly after a summer rain,
I feel hopeful like I can create my existence
As meaningful as a poem or a religious saint;
I want to be someone who embraces life
And makes it somewhat better
Than the way I found it,
Someone who cares in the face of suffering
And who doesn't become shallow if blessed with gain.
I don't want to be a man of double thoughts
And unreliable to friends,
I don't want to alter my purpose
As easily as the direction of the breeze;
Some people with the slightest change of circumstances
Become different men and are never seen again,
There is nothing left of their beauty of virtue,
It is as if their kindness became an autumn leaf
And blew away.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Forever Autumn
The summer sun is fading
As the year grows old
And darker days are drawing near.
The winter winds will be much colder
Now you're not here.
I watch the birds fly south across the autumn sky
And one by one they disappear.
I wish that I was flying with them
Now you're not here.
Like the sun through the trees you came to love me
Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away.
Through autumns golden gown we used to kick our way
You always loved this time of year.
Those fallen leaves lay undisturbed now
Cause you're not here.
Cause you're not here.
Cause you're not here.
Like the sun through the trees you came to love me.
Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away.
A gentle rain pours softly on my weary eyes.
As if to hide a lonely tear.
My life will be forever autumn
Cause you're not here.
Cause you're not here.
Cause you're not here.
song performed by by Moody Blues
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The Beauty Of A Poem
The beauty of a poem
The beauty of music
The beauty of light
The beauty of life
The beauty which makes us want to live life more
The beauty which pains us inside
The beauty in longing.
The beauty we come upon by surprise
The beauty of the day and the beauty of the night
The beauty we all have inside us
The beauty we can see and feel and never explain
The beauty that lifts us up
The beauty that makes us want to live more
The beauty that makes us reach out to God
The beauty we want to thank God for
The beauty of lilacs
The beauty of autumn leaves
The beauty of the people we love
The beauty that pervades life
The beauty that turns away from us
And will not let us be a part of it
The beauty we hold on to fragilely
As a driven leaf
The beauty the beauty the beauty
Oh life oh God of goodness oh death
The beauty we can never see
And the Beauty within us all
Oh God
The Beauty in us and Beyond us all.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Autumn Sing
Here’s the autumn sing…
A symphony from its falling leaf…
Catching the wind from a future winter…
Rolling through a shy light…
Oh autumn shall not die in winter…
As a promise summer will surely come….
Ah autumn is a second spring…
Not all could see, all leaf is flower….
Autumn warn a terrible winter phase….
No one listen, No one will hear it…
As it is only the sound of silence….
Who can hold an indefinite sound...?
No one embrace the autumn….
As it is only a sad phase…
It gives nothing but an autumn chill….
Spring always comes with a better glory…
Oh autumn with its broken feather…
Could other season patch it up again?
No other season will devote their being….
Autumn suffers alone….
Autumns leaf keep on falling…
Spring comes cheerfully…
Summer comes strongly….
Winter always comes coldly…..
But autumn changes its face every time….
No one knows the differences….
Just the secret of the nature…
Why can’t it’d be a spring?
Why can’t it’d be summer?
Why can’t it’d be winter?
Ah autumn dance again between all the falling leaf…
It enjoys its sadness…
It embraces its pain….
As only from autumn all painter learn…
How to capture a true hidden beauty…
All speaks the same in every season….
But autumn remain different…..
For autumn is an alone singer…
Only a genuinely soul painter could witness its beauty….
That’s all the autumn need….
A silence audience....
Who can make other being see….
A glance of its beauty...
poem by Eva Clara Harahap
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Beautiful warzone- Africa
Africa a beautiful warzone
Home to me and you and them
But then the grass is not greener across the oceans.
What would a place be with out any negatives?
Ask yourself.
The world loves Africa, but Africa doesn’t love Africa.
We have shared blood in the past we still spill it…
When will Africa be what it ought to be?
A wonderful place where ethnic background doesn’t count,
A place of joy, love, peace and prosperity,
Africa was made with perfection out of love,
Blessed with a wonderful wild life,
The antelopes, birds, lions, elephants and even the fishes,
The sun embraces the beautiful blue sky by day,
And the moon and the stars hide us at night with a blanket of comfort.
Green forests as a cherry on top,
While hidden riches cause havoc, death, and deceit once uncovered.
Gold, diamonds and the like
Beautiful blue beaches east to west, west to east
Meeting in the shores of Cape Town
People’s dreams are what make Africa dull
People don’t dream of constructive things.
They dream about riches and about having it all
Some willing to wait for it; as the say it is worth the wait
Others want the easy way out; as they say it is a smarter way
But tell me why you are here; what the purpose of your existence is
And that of Africa, why are we placed in this warzone?
Or why do we remain in it?
Why is it a warzone anyway?
Look into it; forget the eyes let civilization lead
If Africa was made to be so beautiful, what’s its purpose?
Was it made to just a beautiful warzone
I deeply doubt that.
Africa is home to me, and you, and them,
and that of rest of the world.
Look at how you can change things
“Don’t consider yourself a victim of circumstances or
Consider thoughts of infidelity; consider a better course for yourself.”
poem by Onesimo Odwa Mabovula
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Of This You Can Be Sure
The summer sun rises over the hills,
With a beauty and certain grace,
But it cannot compete with the beauty of you,
Or the beauty of your face.
The falling snow in wintertime,
Makes everything look so new,
But it cannot compare with the beauty,
The beauty that is you.
The birds in springtime sing their song,
So sweetly and so pure,
But they cannot compare with your sweet words,
Of this you can be sure.
The colorful leaves on autumn trees,
All covered with morning dew,
May be glorious in their beauty,
But are nothing compared to you.
All the wonders on this fine earth,
And the glory of up above,
Are nothing compared to your sweet charms,
Or the beauty of your love.
12-18-09.
poem by Alan W. Jankowski
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A Sign From Nature
When you hear the blackbird singing in the warmth of a Summer's day
It is a sign from Nature that rain is on the way
Since blackbirds are natural Spring songsters in Summer their songs tell of rain
From listening to Nature's wildborn creatures weather insights we do gain
Birds can be Nature's weather forecasters of such instances quite a few
But to that you may even say tell us something that is new
Of Nature's many wonders we do become aware
But she has many secrets that with us she'll never share
The blackbird one of Nature's leading songsters in the green Season of Spring
But before rain in Summer he too is known to sing
One of Nature's many weather forecasters of weather change birds know
At the ways of our Earth Mother our wonder only grow
When in the warmth of a Summer's day the blackbird's song you hear
It is a sign from Nature that rain is very near.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Gift Of Laughter
The gift of laughter is a rare gift it is such a wonderful thing
And laughter can create more laughter to it there is such a beautiful ring
The people who laugh seem to make friends quite easily and in numbers their friends seem to grow
But the people who take life too seriously are the people few wish to know.
The woman next door is a laugher she has with her a winning way
She is one who makes friends quite easily she always smiles and says good day
A person like her is worth knowing she spreads around her gift of cheer
For to stimulate laughter in her heart she doesn't need spirits or beer.
Compared to her the bloke three doors down is so different a smile never does cross his face
He is always so serious looking perhaps laughter he cannot embrace
A good laugh would be so good for him since none look more serious than he
If everyone took life so serious how boring a thing life would be.
The gift of laughter is a great gift and with it there's none to compare
And the people with it are invaluable since they spread it around everywhere
Life seems far too short to be grumpy since we will be forever dead
And feel grateful for people who can laugh their happiness they seem to spread.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Friends & friendships
As gently as the breeze,
You touch my everyday.
Your closeness comforts me,
Fills colors in a world that's gray.
You bring warmth,
With your words of care.
Which make me feel precious,
More than I hope to dare.
Even after you have left,
In my ears, your laughter resounds.
Listening to which, even today,
My joy knows no bounds.
I still see your twinkling eyes
Who promise me life's fun.
When you are in my thoughts,
Life seems a dream run.
When I am low,
You become the breeze.
Lift my spirits,
Make my worries freeze.
When I feel left out,
All alone in the cold.
You become the glowing warmth
That embraces me in its folds.
I don't know where I would have been,
Had you not been there to protect me from the unseen.
I will sacrifice my sleep,
To await your call.
And miss you every time,
I see the rain fall.
I will pray for you,
Every night before I sleep.
And selfishly add a wish,
To see you in my dreams till the alarm beep.
I will miss you from the moment,
I open my eyes.
And continue to do that
Till my heart dies.
On this friendship's day,
I want to say,
I love you very much.
Your presence makes my day.
All the friends in the world,
Remind me of you.
No matter how many times I have said it before
I will still say - I love you.
poem by Dipti Date Gokhale
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At every moment
At every moment I die to rise again
Nothing can deter me not even pain
I may not work exclusively for gain
I may enjoy remaining with nature and getting wet in rain
That is exactly what goes around
New joy is in offing and always found
You may be seen loitering round
It may appeal and looks very sound
I may be simply lost with imagination
There may be lots of questions
I may think wise and equate
Confide to friends and relate
I am nature’s lover and love birds
I enjoy their language in nice words
Do they wish to convey something?
Have they to do it with anything?
They on scene with melodious voice
There is pleasure in their noise
They are in mood and ready to poise
It is preparation to go ahead and poise
If birds can leave nest in search for food
Why can’t I try to reach out for good?
They flock together and guide the path
Go quiet on surface of water and enjoy the bath
It is not quest for anything but only survival
They have their own way and attempts for revival
They will not only look after wingless new born
Though they may face the danger and easily torn
I should stay with what ever I have
I need to be bold and brave
If birds can do with self dependence
Why should I not go ahead without interdependence?
There may come success and failure
They may alter the course for sure
I must stay calm with composure
You won’t need anybody to reassure
Try to be as near as possible with truth
It may be useful and worth
Why you need outright conquest?
When you have tried your best
It is not bad to remain and live for self
Sea too is obsessed with treasure in shelf
What is use of holding it when can’t be taken to use
Help to create congenial atmosphere and irritants to defuse
You may live to see world again
It may be altogether different with gain
There may be joy and happiness without pain
Worries may disappear and take to back seat again
Live full life with strong zeal
Try to confine but not to conceal
Don’t lock your self but reveal
It may then prove as holy deal
Everybody is not blessed with fortune
Not all people will dance with your tune
It is not necessary that you may be offered with rose
You have the right to for it and choose
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Golden Rain
There is no Golden rain in real life
But in our dreams you and I see it clear
It falls from the sky
It paints our face golden like the sun
It doesn’t matter in the dream
Because it is only in the dream that can happen
The trees and the flowers and the grass are golden also
Nothing like that would had happen in real life
Because in real life the rain is silver
And our face doesn’t change color with the rain
It only happens in our dream
Weird things happen when we are dreaming
The are no birds to see
What a strange land this is
No house
No cars
No bus
No other people
But you and me
That Golden rain keeps falling non stop
And keep raining down that creek
That Golden rain doesn’t look nice at all
Not even in our dreams
What about the weather
It is cold and miserable
It makes us even more tired
And we want to sleep more
It is happening now in our dreams
And that Golden rain in our dream is not going to hurt us
There is no acid in that Golden rain
And that land in our dream is not polluted like the land in real life
poem by Aldo Kraas
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My Peggy Mitchell (Chant Royal)
Her smile seems so serene and sweet as if it’s everlasting
while she is still basking in rays of sunshine
although storm clouds are gathering,
and her beauty is something of the divine
and almost careless
our loving comes in swiftness
while she is drawing attention,
telling me things that no other woman will even mention
but she has an own dignity
are spirited to my apprehension
and from all cares she seems free.
In her humanity there is something
that does not meet the eye, something sublimely fine
and far too easily she makes my heart sing
when every smile of hers is mine
and I see a kind of kindness
shining through her loveliness
a kind of deep emotion
bringing a deepness to every affection,
it is far more than beauty that I see
in her solitary devotion
and from all cares she seems free.
Her joy is far greater than that of spring
and on her face every lovely line
is aflame when passion is rising
and it seems that to her spirit there is no decline
for she’s a summer girl without any meekness
and it seems that her glance does truly bless
but of this she does not have the slightest notion
while her looks at times causes a small commotion,
her laughter and joy is not full of glee
and I write this to a girl that loved me as a salutation
and from all cares she seems free.
Sometimes she dresses somewhat daring
and with her I want to dine,
when from all troubles she makes me uncaring
with burning candles and sparkling glasses of red wine
but to her sometimes our loving turns into nothingness
in pain she is tormenting me even when we are in bliss,
sometimes she is truly unruly at the slightest instigation,
with her words finding accusation after accusation
and I wonder if her loving is just charity,
if she has a unruly disposition
and from all cares she seems free.
She once carried my ring
and that happiness I cannot define
as she was full of joy at our wedding
and in joy her face did shine
without any aloofness
and I from my old ways did digress,
followed every recommendation
to make our relationship work, even in presumption
loving her in all sincerity
but maybe her truly loving me was a big assumption
and from all cares she seems free.
l’Envoi
Now she is driving me to anarchy and lawlessness
while I long for her sweet caress
and I sometimes receive an admonition
to my affectionate attention, to the words that I mention
while I am longing for sweet tranquillity
and I am searching for a loving connection
and from all cares she seems free.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Fade To Black
FADE TO BLACK
You live your life day by day
You can't feel it's slipping away
It's like heaven where you never get bored
You self inflicted Rock'n roll whore
Can you feel it
Can you feel the clocks ticking away
The world doesn't change in a day
The world doesn't change it
The world doesn't change in a day
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
to breathe
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
the world doesn't change in a day
You've got a thousand wounds to heal
You gotta stop thinking nothing's for real
electric shock won't bring you back
You're fading baby
You fade to black
The world doesn't change in a day
The world doesn't change it
The world doesn't change in a day
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
to breathe
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
the world doesn't change in a day
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
to breathe
It makes me sick
to see
what you mean
to me
When you are the one inside
is it what you thought it'd be
I always knew you'd be a star
and now you are
song performed by by Zeromancer
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Ode to Autumn
a fervent sense of longing trails each autumn
a leaf makes a change of costume and
spirals away in a colourful farewell dance
the year makes a ceremonious bidding
before turning earth into a page of white
for us to shower our memory of each day
leaf by leaf the wind tears away autumn
orchestrating a skeletal frame to rake our
thoughts about the year, instilling the
anticipation for the comeback of another
sparkling spring, blazing summer...
autumn helps us compose the days
when we shed the clothes for a new
spring and sunbath a new shade,
a charged bodice every cell
surges in a burst of portent energy
every autumn leaves an aftertaste of
a billowing like the soothing and mellow
sounds of violin where every note comes
alive with a bright orange hue the weight
of longing and anticipation
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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To Enact
To use statistics like fanatics.
To control and to attack!
With one purpose to achieve...
The holding of 'some' people back!
To enact...
A meaningful existence.
To enact...
A control without resistance.
To enact...
A rule no one refuses.
No matter who's abused.
Or who's left to be confused!
To enact...
A meaningful existence.
To enact...
A control without resistance.
To enact...
A rule no one refuses.
No matter who's abused.
Or who's left to be confused!
To use statistics like fanatics.
To control and to attack!
With one purpose to achieve...
The holding of 'some' people back!
And this is done effectively...
To hide this as a fact!
To enact...
A meaningful existence.
To enact...
A control without resistance.
To enact...
A rule no one refuses.
No matter who's abused.
Or who's left to be confused!
To enact...
A meaningful existence.
To enact...
A control without resistance.
To enact...
A rule no one refuses.
No matter who's abused.
Or who's left to be confused!
To enact,
Like a coup...
A meaningful existence.
To enact,
As they choose...
Control without resistance.
To enact...
A rule no one refuses.
No matter who's abused.
Or who's left to be confused,
Or fooled!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Beautiful Day In December
The high woods are bathed in sunshine it is such a beautiful day
The rufous whistler he is whistling his song to his identity a give away
His kind often whistle before rain and storm perhaps a change in the weather is near
One knows it will rain in warm Summer weather when the songs of the birds one does hear
The golden billed blackbird is whistling he is singing his welcome to rain
How birds can sense change in the weather seems beyond humankind to explain
They can detect change in their environment them we tend to underestimate
The welcome rain in the warm and dry Summer Nature's minstrels happy to celebrate
The more that we learn of Nature the less about her we know we know
As the mother of all living life forms our wonder of her only grow
As well as feeding humans she feeds all life forms to our own selves we are not being true
If we do not love our Earth Mother and pay her the respect she is due
A beautiful day in December the sun shines on the woodland trees
And the songs of Nature's feathered minstrels are carrying in the gentle breeze.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Season Greeting
I know the spring is coming
Not from the warmth I feel
But from the green that lives again
I know great people
Not because I admire that person
But because change is happened
In the people around
I know the summer will always be waited
Not from the memorable holiday
But from the time that quickly passes by
I know the precious life
Not because I have great faith
But because every breath I take
Is a gift
I know the autumn is a moment to think
Not from the enchanted falling leaves
But from the cold wind that following
I know the true strength
Not because the victory I gain
But because the painful sorrow
I learn to face on
I know the winter is not miserable
Not from the intricate shape of snow
But from the laugh of children playing
I know the beautiful world
Not because I’ve got what I want
But because there’s still many good people
Who offer warmth and kindness
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Chaos, Order, Chaos, Beauty And Ugliness...
beauty must a purpose
have, for instance beauty that
gives peace and
harmony to the world,
presumably this world is a world of chaos,
and chaos is wanton
and understood to be messy and
undesirable, makes the mind
to lack the necessary focus
but what is focus for? what is thinking for?
again, you return to purpose
focus must have a purpose
and thinking must have another purpose
but what is the purpose of purpose?
seems that purpose is beauty
and that purpose without beauty is not desirable,
and so on and so forth,
people get so confused, they want order as though order itself is
beauty
as though it is one purpose that we need,
the universe must have an order
a system, every planet orbiting around the sun must have
a purpose
as though they are human beings like us
as though they are us
look at this poem, read it so well,
it has no purpose but to make you think
make you doubt
that perhaps beauty to be beauty must be wanton
and chaotic, which by itself is a reality
and reality is always
beautiful,
it has always a purpose and this is what you think it to be
right now, but is this really so?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Life In Autumn
Autumn is approaching with its assertive chill
Ready to wash my summer sins to past
The days grow dark and isolated
I have no choice but to face myself
And question my acts of last
Autumn so beautiful and so crisp
Freshens my skin with light summer ending mist
And icy awareness
The world at its most beautiful
Changing from artificial and shallow
To warm browns and deep orange
Gentle winds give life altering chance
To attempt a new start, long and hard
In the beginning the world had to start with autumn
In its beauty and evolution
The world, my world in Sepia
Positive change
The beginning of something great
And an end to the harsh sun that bakes
I am pleased to find my life is in autumn.
poem by Megan du Toit
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The art of not wearing a hood
One day I decided
that I would not
under any circumstances
wear a hood
or
use an umbrella
Thanks god
for the sun
that shone on my face
Thanks god
for the wind
that blew in my face
Thanks god
for the rain
that ran down my face
I have one question!
did you have to create
seagulls?
Tomorrow God
I might just
find my hood!
poem by Jim French
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Not all may be
Not all may be feeling same
But for that He is not to be blamed
Many God fathers have taken his place
For deprived people not to make chase
If any one was to feel high
Nobody would have been left and dry
Innocents are killed in day light
Who says men fear from Almighty's might?
All said and not done
It is momentary burst of bubbles
That remains for a while and gone
Everybody is aware that we are on heap of rubbles
We go to churches, mosques or temples
"That to show how religious we are' as samples
We pray only to come out from fishy affair
Only God may know what will be fair?
I blame no one as I am one of the same
Same origin and thoughts from where they came
We try to cheat almighty with unclear conscience
How can we then put on him for fair reliance?
I spend sleepless night when cry in bed
All those years were ruthlessly led
That cry from innocent people makes me restless
So far I have lived with double face
Can't we think in simple manner?
We have to go to him later or sooner
With what face we may reply to our sins?
Will then it be our biggest achievement or win?
It is open to all people who owe their existence out of clay
No matter how long they rule or hold the sway
Nothing can prevent them from being taken away
This is what He has carved out a simple way
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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