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You're Lost but Not to Reincarnation

Truck stops and donut shops
Litter the endless highway.
Taxis and planes
Transport you east and west.
At a bus terminal scattered with newspapers
But void of flowers,
We say our last goodbyes.

You will disappear like a dream
But I’ll remember your perfume.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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A Belloc IV

Take no councils from the east:
old Eden was the place,
remember, where in arrogance
our parents fell from grace.

The east is where the sun crops up-
the young and callow sun
that friend and foe alike alack
so goldenly smiles on.

Yeh, so he rises in the east
and yes, his beams are pretty
but those that truck in such sweet yeast
shall bank but scorn and pity.

And, though he rises in the east
remember, mum, the west
is where, day done, his work complete,
he comes at last to rest.

poem by Morgan Michaels
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I wish I was a Donut

I wish I was a donut,
And got eaten everyday.
I could stick on someone’s fingers,
Squishy testy like cookie dough,
In a most delightful way,
So they wouldn’t mind.

I wish I was a donut,
Sugar coated just for fun,
To slide into your mouth, down your throat, and into your tummy.
I’m so tasty everyone would like me.
Pass me around or share me with your pale.

I wish I was a donut,
Filled with yummy cream,
I am sure you’ll enjoy me,
All you’ll hear is the sound of sucking me down,
Licking your lips and wanting more of me.
I’d be in the spot light,
The star of the show.

I wish I was a donut,
Deliciousness will fill your mouth,
And your taste buds will enter a moist smooth dream world,
After the first taste of me.

I would be candy to a cop,
And a surgery treat to a child.

I wish I was a donut,
Don’t you?

poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Transport.

I thought I would write about, how we get about,

The various kinds of transport we see, when we are out;

It could be trains, or cars, buses, and trucks we see too,

So let me write a poem, maybe of interest to some of you.

Firstly I will write about, planes we see in the sky,

Small little 2 seaters, some may use to parachute, they'll try;

Next, is the helicopter, look like an insect flying so high,

And there are jets, of all kinds, but you can't see them fly.

Next. Is the trains, with large engines travelling along,

Then there's the small trains fixing the rails where they belong;

And what about the commuter trains, who take people everywhere,

Some in Sydney two levels, and people need to use the stair.

Now I come to trucks, all sizes and shapes and color,

Rubbish, milk, food trucks, then the giant coal mine ones with an odor;

There's the postal, and the fire truck, just too many to name,

But can't forget those council trucks, taking animals, that's a shame.

So what about buses and taxis, who come in handy,

When there is no trains to use, that's from city to dandy;

There are the usual cabs, and the maxi taxi,

So what a ride from anywhere in the coaches, but not for me.

The best sort of transport for disabled like me,

Is the motorised chair or scooter for us to get about,

But to travel to anywhere buses leave us out.

And so I'm glad there are scooters, and that makes me happy.

poem by Margaret Haig
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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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Dawns Highway

Indians scattered on dawns highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young childs fragile eggshell mind.
Me and my -ah- mother and father - and a
Grandmother and a grandfather - were driving through
The desert, at dawn, and a truck load of indian
Workers had either hit another car, or just - I dont
Know what happened - but there were indians scattered
All over the highway, bleeding to death.
So the car pulls up and stops. that was the first time
I tasted fear. I musta been about four - like a child is
Like a flower, his head is just floating in the
Breeze, man.
The reaction I get now thinking about it, looking
Back - is that the souls of the ghosts of those dead
Indians...maybe one or two of em...were just
Running around freaking out, and just leaped into my
Soul. and theyre still in there.
Indians scattered on dawns highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young childs fragile eggshell mind.
Blood in the streets in the town of new haven
Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of venice
Blood in my love in the terrible summer
Bloody red sun of phantastic l.a.
Blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingers
Blood will be born in the birth if a nation
Blood is the rose of mysterious union
Blood on the rise, its following me.
Indian, indian what did you die for?
Indian says, nothing at all.

song performed by by Doors
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A Love Like That

A love like that
Well Ive been wonderinwhat Ive been missini guess I should have known
But my heart does and it aint whisperinit tells me just what it wants
Someone who knows what I like in my coffee
And the shape of my olhat
A lover who always looks at me not through me
I need a love like that
Chorus:
I need a love like that
I could use a little sun on my back
A truck needs a highway, a train needs a track
I need a love like that
Well I need a new car but I cant afford it
So I keep patchinthat olflat
My hearts lonely and I cant ignore it
I need a love like that
Chorus:
Yeah, I need a love like that
I could use a little sun on my back
A truck needs a highway, a train needs a track
I need a love like that
Two young people dancinin the daylight
They dont care where theyre at
Waitinon sunset holdinon so tight
I need a love like that
Chorus:
Yeah, I need a love like that
I could use a little sun on my back
A truck needs a highway, a train needs a track
I need a love like that
One little baby hidinin the shadow
Of her daddys hat
Lovinand trustinblindly shell follow
I need a love like that
Chorus:
Yeah, I need a love like that
I could use a little sun on my back
A truck needs a highway, a train needs a track
And I need a love like that
Tag:
Yeah, a truck needs a highway, a train needs a track
And I need a love like that

song performed by by Alan Jackson
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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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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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Tropical Recollection

The crashing of the glass
Shards of memory scattered throughout
Whilst ominous gusts of terror besiege,
Convincing the upends have come
Bellowing into disabled blue eyes,
Blurred and blinded through battles of time
The dark deep dread creeps in
Shards of memory scattered throughout
Thoughts cloud in withdrawal
A relinquishing storm of all form, all peril
Void as a dream, void of sanity
Shards of memory scattered throughout

poem by Ryan Burk
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2 Birds Conversation

'Am I allowed to die here? '
'Why not? '
'With grass, flowers or words? '
'They may be'
'Like the birds lay the memories'
'Yes, suddenly disappear when you do not tell'
'After he died in peace without worry'
'Probably no one felt the loss'
'Is not love... but rather the loss of freedom'
'Without a conversation anymore'
'Then disappear in death'
'Yes, suddenly disappear when you do not tell'
'Flowers, grass and your words'
'Memories that will soon disappear'

East Colfax Avenue,2010

poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo
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Three Angels

Three angels up above the street,
Each one playing a horn,
Dressed in green robes with wings that stick out,
Theyve been there since christmas morn.
The wildest cat from montana passes by in a flash,
Then a lady in a bright orange dress,
One u-haul trailer, a truck with no wheels,
The tenth avenue bus going west.
The dogs and pigeons fly up and they flutter around,
A man with a badge skips by,
Three fellas crawlin on their way back to work,
Nobody stops to ask why.
The bakery truck stops outside of that fence
Where the angels stand high on their poles,
The driver peeks out, trying to find one face
In this concrete world full of souls.
The angels play on their horns all day,
The whole earth in progression seems to pass by.
But does anyone hear the music they play,
Does anyone even try?

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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I Shall Be Released

They say evrything can be replaced,
Yet evry distance is not near.
So I remember evry face
Of evry man who put me here.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.
They say evry man needs protection,
They say evry man must fall.
Yet I swear I see my reflection
Some place so high above this wall.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto 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,
Crying out that he was framed.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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I Shall Be Released

(b. dylan)
Originally performed by bob dylan. jeff performed it live on air at wfmu, on september 6 1992.
They say everything can be replaced,
Yet every distance is not near.
So I remember every face
Of every man who put me here.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.
They say every man needs protection,
They say every man must fall.
Yet I swear I see my reflection
Some place so high above this wall.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto 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,
Crying out that he was framed.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.

song performed by by Jeff Buckley
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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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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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The Last Ride

The warning order was read aloud
With soldiers listening intently
Though the information never changed

The insurgent strikes where increasing
So be alert and on guard for the unexpected
And remember to watch your buddies back

The convoy was out the gate by 0600
Lining the roads with olive drab green
Covered in blinding white sand

Miles were traveled through the endless desert
Passing through one ghost town after another
Glimpses of nameless faces covered by black robes

The mangled highway signs alert drivers
Be aware of merging traffic in Baghdad
While orange and white taxis flood the road

Security is the name of the game
Traffic slows to a halt caused by an explosion
Then it happens again in front of you

The flash of bright light is blinding
Ring in the ears causes a sense of emergency
But the disorientation heightens the sense of fear

Thoughts race through the mind but the training prevails
Out of the truck, take cover, assess the situation
Where did the attack come from, who is hurt

The next couple of days are a complete blur
Until the day that you have always dreaded arrives
Saluting the dog tags hanging from the M-16 of your best friend

poem by C.R. Ebowski
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Remember.

Remember the way you'd hold me tight?
I remember the way you'd kiss me goodnight.
I remember how I'd cry to you and you'd say 'Everything will be alright.'
I remember how you would keep me warm when i was cold.
I remember your laugh
I remember your smile, and that sparkle in your eye.
I remember the scent of your cologne
I remember the first day your eyes met mine
But now I Remember when we said our goodbyes.

poem by Peyton Boyer
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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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Edenland

YOU remember where in starlight
We two wandered hand in hand,
While the night-flowers poured their perfume,
And night-airs the still earth fanned?--
There I, walking yester even,
Felt like a ghost in Edenland.

I remember all you told me,
Looking up as we did stand,
While my heart poured out its perfume,
Like the night-flowers in your hand;
And the path where we two wandered
Seemed not like earth but Edenland.

Now the stars shine paler, colder
Night-flowers die without your hand;
Yet my spirit walks beside you
Everywhere, unsought, unbanned.
And I wait till we shall wander
Under the stars of Edenland.

poem by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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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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