Where Were You?
Where were you? This long period,
From time immemorial, where were you?
Hidden behind the mountainous ego,
Suddenly fallen on the Iris, roamed with selfish billows,
Reached the heart of the mass, where were you?
Boiled in the core of the womb, have you let yourself free?
Cooled down to be the stubborn ice, then to be thawed,
Where were you? Caught hold of the legs of the butterflies,
Visited all the beautiful blooms and then tired all the tryst,
Entered the threshold of innocence, where were you?
Believed all faithful doctrines and forgot the fragrant humanity,
Had the shower to remove all the dirt stuck impermanent?
Where were you? When the rational side is apparent,
These crying clouds may not say multiple stories,
The flashing lightning may disappear in wearies,
Autumn leaves may get rejuvenated and look fresh,
The spring foliage may be impressively alert.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Your happiness smiles
As the autumn arrives
the trees shed their innocence in to twigs
the leaves break the ice of silence
and fall on the soil so indifferently
that the wind wanders on the sheaves
only to feel the warmth of spring
only to ear the songs of the heavenly bliss
The Satan that always cajoles me
drifts me in to the salmon sea
in to the darkness perched deep within me
disgracefully lies like fallen leaves
thy blessings my lord circumvents
every malefic deeds of the Satan
and the dashing beauty of autumn
wiggles me out from the dirt
of self-pity and unfaithfulness
I draw a curtain of clouds
that blurs the sight of my vision
I snug your hold close to me
and tenderly tighten my noose
and your world seemingly melts
into my endless passion
I plant a sweet sapling of peace
on your kissing lips so wet
the shining dawn blushes
and sneaks into the swanky dusk
the pansies decorate the butterflies
as the autumn arrives filled with promises
Your happiness smiles
as the autumn arrives.
poem by Tarapada Mohapatra
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Soft rain...
A soft rain is falling down across my brain
And the time of thoughts it’s lightning
A piece of heaven runs out, and still I know
The tired clouds rain on tears...
I do not know whether it is spring or autumn
A meaningless season has entered in the midst
Somewhere grizzled hair nor all fallen down..
Somewhere wet grass refreshed with daw...
Time, an invented notion, ephemeral
Moves in and out without asking my brain
tousle, sit, stand up in her eyes
make as if I feel, I love, nor shout...
On this crossing time over the plane
I measure it with light, water, leaves...
And my thoughts dissolve days and months
As throughout my brain the rain falls in silent...
poem by Vasil Marku
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Be An Example!
Banks of rivers and ponds have screw pines,
that has the flower, so fragrant and divine,
the smell invites from the distant, but the cobras guard,
Guards are distracted for the blooms to be extracted.
The elongated leaf like petals are folded,
To keep on the plaited hair of the young damsels,
When the season for blooming arrives,
Our girls are fragrant with screw pines flowers.
We play under the sun all day long,
Oiled hair friends of us at our side, tag along,
We run around the village paths and tunnels,
Sprint after the calves and kids that are innocent.
Innocence of us preserved, nothing to contaminate,
Additives and preservatives not added, to manipulate,
Removing the innocence from our children is a crime,
When adults are disoriented, how to sublime?
Disinfectants to keep the place germ free,
Innocence to keep the heart hurt free,
Let them know about it when the time comes,
Until then let the adults be the examples to them.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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The Fallen Leaves
I.
WE stand among the fallen leaves,
Young children at our play,
And laugh to see the yellow things
Go rustling on their way:
Right merrily we hunt them down,
The autumn winds and we,
Nor pause to gaze where snow-drifts lie,
Or sunbeams gild the tree:
With dancing feet we leap along
Where wither'd boughs are strown;
Nor past nor future checks our song--
The present is our own.
II.
We stand among the fallen leaves
In youth's enchanted spring--
When Hope (who wearies at the last)
First spreads her eagle wing.
We tread with steps of conscious strength
Beneath the leafless trees,
And the colour kindles on our cheek
As blows the winter breeze;
While, gazing towards the cold grey sky,
Clouded with snow and rain,
We wish the old year all past by,
And the young spring come again.
III.
We stand among the fallen leaves
In manhood's haughty prime--
When first our pausing hearts begin
To love 'the olden time;'
And, as we gaze, we sigh to think
How many a year hath pass'd
Since 'neath those cold and faded trees
Our footsteps wander'd last;
And old companions--now perchance
Estranged, forgot, or dead--
Come round us, as those autumn leaves
Are crush'd beneath our tread.
IV.
We stand among the fallen leaves
In our own autumn day--
And, tott'ring on with feeble steps,
Pursue our cheerless way.
We look not back--too long ago
Hath all we loved been lost;
Nor forward--for we may not live
To see our new hope cross'd:
But on we go--the sun's faint beam
A feeble warmth imparts--
Childhood without its joy returns--
The present fills our hearts!
poem by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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Nature's Season's
Season's come and season's go,
There are four in each year,
Of our time keeping.
Spring,
Summer,
Autumn,
Winter,
In other parts of the world,
Their season's are called something else,
Each Season is,
Of different type,
Yet,
Two and Two,
To begin and become,
Spring shows the begining,
Of growth and new season,
So for plants,
Vegetation,
Spring Chickens,
Spring Lambs,
The Calflings,
The Fouls,
All come in the Spring,
And flourish in the Summer,
Summer shows bloom,
From the plants to the Fouls,
And all are seen in full bloom,
Even the birds and the bees,
Sing the songs,
Of spring and summer,
With the Sun's rays,
That shows nature,
In full bloom,
By the time,
All is in full bloom,
And what shows and blooms,
Blossoms all summer,
And just when we are relaxed,
And see no clouds in the sky,
The seson changes,
Beginning with,
The fall,
Autumn's,
Season,
Commences to begin,
Where,
All in bloom,
Falls away and decays,
While the rest,
Fly away,
And,
Migrate,
Or,
Hibernate,
And just when,
We have seen it all disappear,
The frost and snow,
Covers all over,
And chills the air,
Where the chilling effect,
Kills off all decay,
And the blue ice time period,
Takes over for a time,
Chilling,
Freeezing,
Keeping everything beneath the earth,
As winter sets itself right in,
And far beneath the froasted earth,
Is all in nature,
Rekindling itself,
To regrowth itself,
And then spring growth,
Again,
Next season,
That starts the circle of life,
2 x 2 = 4,
The four seasons,
Of,
Our circle of life,
Spring,
Summer,
Autumn,
Winter,
The four seasons,
Of ours,
That is 2 x 2,
Spring and Summer,
Then,
Autumn and Winter,
That makes it known,
As 4 seasons,
To us all.
poem by Ellen Ni Bheachain
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Waiting for Autumn
WAITING FOR AUTUMN
In my place, autumn comes near Christmas
Far less of the day and more of the night
I have always longed to see it
The leaves of autumn and its gloom
Cry with me. The sky
Its golden and orange color
Speak of my soul
In autumn are times my heart seeks for you
I can hear your breath
In the circles of fog that color the wind
When your eyes meet with mine
It speaks a language we both couldn’t understand
But of efflorescence of dawn in the coals that fade
In the calm of autumn
Outside my little hut
I see the roses fall like sakura
Each petal fall like a teardropp that you wipe away
My words pile up a heap of dried leaves
In front of the grotto, waiting
I’d sit on a log, till the hymn of the evening rings
One by one you come and go
In the shade of stars and clouds, and the time I hold in my hand
A time I would not lose
Until the hours are nailed rainbows on my chest
Autumn, is my womb that grows a child
The white snow that hugs the old big roots of giant trees
Covering it safely, until it melts,
They are together
I know it will take a long time
To grow again, another tree
My tears fall on the earth
Burying the next seeds
Now the windows are filled with light
Illumined with trees stretched in abundance
Begging the sky
My womb, the earth’s womb
Waiting.
rosalinda flores martinez,2009
http: //roseprayers.blogspot.com
poem by Rosalinda Flores Martinez
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Crying In The Shower My Friend
crying in the shower is such a waste of time
take away the shower and let us restructure the line
crying is such a waste of time
remove time and supply the proper word
crying is such a waste of
tears.
reserve your tears for some joys
i mean,
there is such thing
as tears of joy
and don't waste so much time crying in the shower
someone next to you who sings while bathing in the shower
may use the same
he is much better a proper user.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A year the Juniper tree
Thou art...
the wisdom of autumn,
a coloured autumn leaf, fallen of a tree,
a winter dream,
fresh fallen snow on a beach by the sea,
the first dawn of spring,
dew which gives morning its mystery,
full warmth of summer
and birds flying free....
Thou art all four seasons to me!
poem by Lady Lilith
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Autumn Falling Leaves
When all have been and gone away,
Like leaves from green to amber orange,
Falling down and to decay,
Is the time for all in nature to fall,
And the leaves on the trees show it all,
Autumn and its falls of fall,
Where all the branches have dropped their leaves,
All have gone except the evergreens,
Showing signs to us that live among,
Four seasons weather,
Where Autumn is,
Just like in life,
When full circle of life is known,
A start in spring where buds appear,
Then in summer full bloom trees will be,
Hence, fall shows all,
When nature falls,
Begining another season,
Winter and chill tempetures,
Where nature decays,
And leaves do fall,
To generate again,
Renewing its life,
Come spring again,
Untill then,
Autumn sheads its leaves of blossom and blooms,
And soon again autumn begins,
From new to old,
And then old to new,
Buds in spring and leaves of green,
Showing birth from what did decayed,
And brought forth from,
What was bear on the trees,
From where beneath was where once,
Those Autumn falling leaves.
poem by Ellen Ni Bheachain
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Sometimes Like Butterflies
(bruce roberts / donna summer)
Well, I told you not to fall in love
I aint the kind you can tie down
You went and did it anyway
As though Id done you harm
Each time I went reachin out
Thats when you let go
Now dont try to pretend
That you didnt know
If you wanna love me
If you wanna hold me
Come on baby, set me free
I got to be free
If you wanna love me
If you wanna hold me
Butterflies are meant to fly
I got to be free
Sometimes like butterflies
Oh, yeah, ooh, baby, baby, ahh, yeah
Well I told ya right from the beginning
I couldnt stay for too long - that I had to go
Now, its not because its in my heart
Baby, I dont love you
Just because Im meant to be
Im meant to be free
cause if you wanna love me
If you wanna hold me
Come on baby, set me free
I got to be free
cause if you wanna love me
If you wanna hold me
Butterflies are meant to fly
I got to be free
Sometimes like butterflies
No, its not because its in my heart
Oh, I dont love you
Its only that Im meant to be
Im meant to be free
cause if you wanna love me
If you wanna hold me, baby
Let me fly, fly, fly, fly
I got to be free
Oh, baby
Love me, love me, love me, baby
Let me fly, fly, fly
I got to be free
Set me free
Set me free
Set me free
Oh, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Oh, oh, baby
Love me, love me, love me, baby
Set me free
Oh, baby
If you wanna love me
If you wanna hold me
Come on baby, set me free
I got to be free, oh
cause if you wanna love me
If you wanna hold me
Butterflies are meant to fly
I got to be free
cause if you wanna love me
If you wanna hold me
Come on baby, set me free
I got to be free
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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R. M. a revelation
when he opens up
the world closes in on him
the headman closed the window
the woman with the white long gown
closes the door
they will change his name
the one that fits his revelation of who he really is
then he moves on
to a new life
this now he is as brave as a lion
carrying the truth of his sharp teeth
his strong legs and claws
make the great leap
from one cliff to the other
below him the abyss
between him
the invisible bridge of his connection
to the the truth long hidden
he is silent now
but free
his solitude becomes a tree with long leaves
full of flowers are the branches
now the butterflies like him are free
like a chameleon tired of changing hues
he sticks to the color of the wind
the warmth of the sun
on the lush grasses of the plains
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Where do I go from here?
The sun was hidden on the autumn seasons
And the wind whistled in their sadness song
The leaves start to fall scattered on the ground
They are like the memories that blew inside my mind
I bended my knees and pick them one by one
Hoping I could picture them in my palm
A long and wading road that I had to walk on
Following the footsteps that I could not be seen
It was vanished by the golden leaf of autumn
Here I am alone sat on a bench of memory lane
I kept wondering why, thinking I was lost and gone
Hoping for tomorrow, I will face the rising sun
Where do I go from here?
I don’t had the eyes to see the shades of green
Everything is like a shadow of gray
I was alone in this journey
I could not be able to see the beauty of spring
Looking for someone to hold my hands
Sometimes I forgot, how life is beautiful
To face the morning comes to inhale them,
I forgot to feel the magic of the sunrise
The wind that touches me every time I shiver
The rain that washes my pain and sorrow
and enjoys every dropp that falls inside my being
Where do I go from here?
I see the lights shining from a distant
I heard voices whisper in my ear
Perhaps, they are the angels that lead me
in this journey within the distant
and search the world, where I belong.
poem by Cheryl Aldea
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Rhymes
I caught the rhymes
of an ancient
Long ago song
on the snags of
my mind.
A simple melody
that goes round
and around
and around
my brain.
As historied
yet relevant
and fresh
as new
turned dirt
in the spring
I caught...or at
least I thought
I did...
Or was I caught
instead
poem by Midnights Voice
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Red Rock Canyon
Oh, what a gorgeous day it was
To drive around the countryside
Autumn was apparent for certain
As I took an afternoon ride
The red hills were sliced off
As though with a sculpture’s knife
Yes, I had such a relaxing day
Putting aside any possible strife
Golden leaves were falling
Softly through the midst
Of everything cold and fresh
I could feel nature’s kiss
Yes, it was nature at its finest
I’m sure you can understand
It was a time to just enjoy
Autumn without a single plan
So I spent this special day
With the sky as my companion
I had a relaxing time at
The beautiful red rock canyon!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Autumnal Days and Nights
Windy days and nights
a chill in the air
it must be Autumn.
A bright Orange sunset
Red leaves on the ground
a touch of frost too.
A beautiful season indeed
puts a spring in the step
feels good to be alive.
Autumn my favourite time
get out in the fresh air
nature is now at it's best.
poem by Kevin Halls
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Outbox
My winter comes before the autumn leaves fall
My midnight before the light
My dream between the real
And it takes a long time to see the spring
Long time to search my sun
Now I'm here
Lying on white grass
Closing my eyes
Free now, I'm free to fly
I'm free to go
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Fallen Angel
Tears of joy at the birth of a brother
Never alone from that time
Sixteen years through knife fights and danger
Strangely why his life not mine
West side skyline crying
Fallen angel dying
Risk a life to make a dime
Lifetimes spent on the streets of a city
Make us the people we are
Switchblade stings in one tenth of a moment
Better get back to the car
Snow white side streets of cold new york city
Stained with his blood it all went wrong
Sick and tired blue wicked and wild
God only knows for how long
Fallen angel
Fallen angel
West side skyline
Crying for an angel dying
Life expiring in the city
Fallen angel...
song performed by by King Crimson
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Autumn Sunrise
Autumn Sunrise
By Lori Triggs
Copyrighted Nov.13,2008
Autumn is here, while the cold blankets the air,
the autumn leaves show their majestic yellows,
with oranges and outstanding browns.
They fall with mysteries of the weather changes,
while the wind becomes stronger,
The colors change on the plants
with flowers even trees blooms with color.
The autumn clouds roll in to blankets
in the skies with stillness and quiet,
the coolness in the mornings with the evenings
wants you to snuggle up in a warm blanket.
Autumn trees as colorful as you can see
that is blankets the land for its winter’s dream,
The animals lay asleep while the
butterflies and birds go south for the winter.
poem by Lori Triggs
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Autumn Leaves
Autumn leaves knew the quivers of the heart
A gust of wind whirled in the blooms of seasons
Lifting from the ground
Summer yellow grains winter white brides
Spring sprinkled footprints resting on a doorstep
Spinning them round in a dizzy dance of sighs
Autumn leaves knew the quivers of the heart
The secret of an entrance into open shrines
Of ripe fruit burdens bursting in a treetop
Sweet juice bestowed on a thirsty lip
And of eager clouds carrying swelling drops
To wash the face of earth in newly born skies
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Hold Me My Daddy
Hold me my daddy,
I never felt lower than dirt on the floor.
I say hold me my daddy,
I never felt like crying oceans before.
If this means war, why are we in it?
Mightve fired off a couple of rounds, I didnt mean to begin it.
If these are the bullets that every father and son must chew,
Well then hold me my daddy, I forgot to say I love you.
Hold me my daddy,
It hurts me to see grown men fighting this way.
I say hold me my daddy,
The young and the old dog arent having their day.
This civil war, why are we in it?
Theres nobody on this flat earth, would ever want to win it.
If these are the hot coals that every father and son walks through,
Well then hold me my daddy, I forgot to say I love you.
And if you agree we can make amends.
All this squabbling Ive hated.
In another time and another place where our history bends,
We couldve been the best of friends and not merely related.
Well these are the right words to say,
Theyre difficult but still true,
Well then hold me my daddy,
I forgot to say I love you.
(hold him. tight. hold him like he was a baby.)
song performed by by Xtc
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