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Miss Loo

When thin-strewn memory I look through,
I see most clearly poor Miss Loo,
Her tabby cat, her cage of birds,
Her nose, her hair -- her muffled words,
And how she'd open her green eyes,
As if in some immense surprise,
Whenever as we sat at tea,
She made some small remark to me.

It's always drowsy summer when
From out the past she comes again;
The westering sunshine in a pool
Floats in her parlour still and cool;
While the slim bird its lean wires shakes,
As into piercing song it breaks
Till Peter's pale-green eyes ajar
Dream, wake; wake, dream, in one brief bar;
And I am sitting , dull and shy
And she with gaze of vacancy,
And large hands folded on the tray,
Musing the afternoon away;
Her satin bosom heaving slow
With sighs that softly ebb and flow,
And her plain face in such dismay,
It seems unkind to look her way:
Until all cheerful back will come
Her cheerful gleaming spirit home:
And one would think that poor Miss Loo
Asked nothing else, if she had you.

poem by Walter de la Mare
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A poem to my student Claire

Education is forever
a path to wisdom

Blue, yellow, red
color disguises to some,
it's difficult to understand

But there you are
on that poor wooden table
studying the certainty of the future

Sitting on a green plastic chair
of hardship, torture and uncomfort

Small cubicle glass
a size of a box
prisons all possibilities
of exploration

To little for a space
to venture the world of surprises

Learning with a cheerful eyes
unafraid, unceasingly open
every afternoon with a cup of coffee to suffice

The absence of the warm from family
you asked to be filled by a mother, a teacher-
that is me.

I'm surprise because you made me write again
a poem, I so long forgot.

poem by Hazel Calumarde
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Wake Up Time

You follow your feelings, you follow your d reams
You follow the leader into the trees
And whats in there waiting, neither one of us knows
You gotta keep one eye open the further you go
You never dreamed youd go down on one knee, but now
Who could have seen, youd be so hard t o please somehow
You feel like a poor boy, a long way from home
Youre just a poor boy, a long way from home
And its wake up time
Time to open up your eyes
And rise and shine
You spend you life dreaming, running around in a trance
You hang out forever and still miss the dance
And if you get lucky, you might find someone
To help you get over the pain that will come
Yeah, you were so cool back in high school, what happened
You were sure not to have your spirits dampened
But youre just a poor boy alone in this world
Youre just a poor boy alone in this world
And its wake up time
Time to open up your eyes
And rise and shine
Well, if he gets lucky, a boy finds a girl
T o help him to shoulder the pain in this world
And if you follow your feelings and you follow your dreams
You might find the forest there in the trees
Yeah, youll be alright, its gonna take time, but now
Who could have seen youd be so ha rd to please somehow
Youre just a poor boy, a long way from home
Youre just a poor boy, a long way from home
And its wake up time
Time to open up your eyes
And rise and shine
Cause its wake up time
Time to open up your eyes
And rise and shine

song performed by by Tom Petty
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Cool An Green An Shady

This song was first released on the back home again album. it is the only album it has been released on.
Saturdays holidays, easy afternoon
Lazy days, summer days
Nothin much to do
Rainy days of better days
Hangin out inside
Rainy days and city ways
Make me want to hide some place
Cool an green an shady
Find yourself a piece of grassy ground
Lay down close your eyes
Find yourself and maybe lose yourself
While your free spirit flies
Find yourself a piece of grassy ground
Lay down close your eyes
Find yourself and maybe lose yourself
While your free spirit flies
August skies are lullabies, promises to keep
Dandelions and twisting vines
Clover at your feet
Memories of aspen leaves
Trembling in the wind
Honeybees and fantasies
Where to start again some place
Cool an green an shady
Cool an green an shady
Cool an green an shady
Cool an green an shady
Cool an green an shady
Cool an green an shady
Cool an green an shady
Words and music by john denver and joe henry

song performed by by John Denver
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In Lavender And Green

Will you come to me in lavender and green?
With bells about your feet,
And music in your step,
When you come to me in lavender and green.

Will you come to me in lavender and green?
With sunshine in your eyes,
And springtime in your hair,
When you come to me in lavender and green.

Will you come to me in lavender and green?
With softness in your words,
And healing in your touch,
When you come to me in lavender and green.

Will you come to me in lavender and green?
With your name upon my lips,
And delight within your kiss,
When you come to me in lavender and green.

Will you come to me in lavender and green,
In dreams at midnight’s rest,
Or afternoon’s recline?
Come then to me in lavender and green.

Will you come to me in lavender and green,
At the setting of the sun,
When my days are nearly run?
Still come to me in lavender and green?

Will you come to me in lavender and green,
If I wait at heaven’s door,
As I waited once before,
While you walked to organ’s tune,
On a summer’s afternoon.
Now dressed in springtime hues?
My love, companion, muse,
A vision still I see,
Dressed in lavender and green.

poem by Greg Davidson
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Summer Dream

As I sleep under the summer sun I dream of a maiden of beauty
I see the wind in her hair like that of wind moving the summer grass in a field
I see her eyes that sparkle like that of sun gleaming off the lake on a summer day
I see her warm face like that of a summer white rose, soft and beautiful to the touch
I see her lips sweet and red like the berries on the summer vine
Then as I wake I see your beautiful face and know you are my dream

8-19-09

poem by Timothy Honeycutt
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I'm living a dream

I'm living a dream
where people stay together as one
as god want us to be
where all the enemies compromise and become as one
i'm living a dream
where i could wake up and look at the blue sky with a happy sunny face
where i could watch the rainbow on the sky
i'm living a dream
where the battle have to come to an end
i'm living a dream
where i could hear the singing bird
where i could stand on the top of a high mountain and shout for freedom
poor me
we yell at each other
we used each other
we hurt each other
because we are human
this is a way of life
my people let's hope for the best
my people lets stop being selfish
open your eyes and see the world is drifting apart
because of us
i'm living a dream
where we all become as one
holding hands in hands
I'm living a dream
where we all could live without any pain and sorrow
how wonderful would it be
if we stay together
die together
blame together
i just realized we are only human

I'm living a dream

poem by Guenael Oristel
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Lonesome Night

You brothers, who are mine,
Poor people, near and far,
Longing for every star,
Dream of relief from pain,
You, stumbling dumb
At night, as pale stars break,
Lift your thin hands for some
Hope, and suffer, and wake,
Poor muddling commonplace,
You sailors who must live
Unstarred by hopelessness,
We share a single face.
Give me my welcome back.

Translated by James Wright

Submitted by Holt

poem by Hermann Hesse
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Spirit communicate with us through dream

Do you have a dream at night?
To wake up relaxed or scared so much that you feel you had been in a fight

Some people believe, you have a dream usually after the big meal
Is it just the imagination or true, all depends how you feel

Dream is the only channel that spirit communicate with us
Either they miss a love one or if we are in danger, they try to warn us

A man explained to Prophet Joseph, that he had a dream that seven skinny cows ate seven fat cows
Another man said of his dream that he will be feed to the birds tomorrow

Prophet Joseph interpreted the first man dream, that Egypt will face seven years of famine and hunger
He told the second man, tomorrow is your last day, and you will not live any longer

Some people believe during heavy asleep a spirit separates from the body
That’s why it is not safe to wake up someone in hurry

If you have a dream at night
Talk to someone expert in a dream, to tell you what you read of your dream is wrong or right

Sam Arjomandi

poem by Sam Arjomandi
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Malini's Dream.

Malini had a funny dream,
It was really funny,
Don’t know how you’ll feel,

She was on a flight to Singapore alone,
The pilot was her physics teacher,
In a suite white and blue,

“How were your exams? ” he asked to her,
“It was easy, really easy” she said nodding her head,
“How is it that you’re a pilot” she asked with a start,
“Sorry, no time to answer your questions; have to go back to my job”

She looked outside the window; she was in outer space,
“I thought I was going to Singapore” she said to herself without
tearing her gaze,
The food soon arrived; she no longer had to starve,
She ate it patiently and put herself and put herself to bed,

“Miss, please wake up, please wake up” said a voice,
A Hindi film actor was the air hostess in that flight,
“The plane’s going to land” he said with a fright,
“Please put on your seat belt, so you can land perfectly, alright? ”

The plane soon landed,
And she was on a green colored planet,
“The majesty has arrived” said a green slimy thing,

Many gathered up to her, many wore faces without a grin,
“Please protect us from evil King Pin” they said crying out loud,
“He took our, money”, ” He took many lives”,
“And he’s going to take us down,

“I shall protect you” replied Malini “I shall give you your freedom back,
“This is my promise to all of you; I’ll do anything to fight back”
Malini fought will all her energy, she defeated evil King Pin,
The planet gained their freedom once again and everybody had a big grin,

Malini did then went off to sleep, in her large and wide luxurious bed,
But she was awakened by her mother as all great dreams end,
“It’s a dream I’ll never forget! ” she said sitting on her bed!

All Rights Reserved to Meriam Joseph.

poem by Meriam Joseph
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The Echoing Green

he shares his dream
with his friends;
the trees, birds,
blooms and sea
in shades of blue,
red, green and brown
he carries his dream
from place to place
always with a song
a poem in his heart
come rain or shine
the breeze brings out
his dream in strange ways
splashes, splotches,
points, dots, surrealism,
inspiration trails his soul
he lets go of his dream
like a breeze
amid the sparkles,
glitters of the sea
profusely, it flows, flows
out of himself
as he negotiates his ways
through all his friends
sharing their tales
with the world
in shades of blue,
red, green and brown

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'The Echoing Green'

The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies.
The merry bells ring
To welcome the spring.
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around,
To the bells' cheerful sound,
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing green.
Old John with white hair
Does laugh away care,
Sitting under the oak,
Among the old folk.
They laugh at our play,
And soon they all say:
'Such, such were the joys
When we all, girls and boys,
In our youth-time were seen
On the echoing green.'
Till the little ones weary
No more can be merry;
The sun does descend,
And our sports have an end.
Round the laps of their mother
Many sisters and brothers,
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest;
And sport no more seen
On the darkening green.

- William Blake
(1757-1827)

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A Blouse Machinist

Miss Murphy has blue eyes and blue-black hair,
Her machine's opposite mine
So I can stare
At her pale face and shining blue-black hair.
I'm sure that other people think her plain
But I could look at her
And look again
Although I see why people think her plain.
She's nice to watch when her machine-belt breaks.
She has such delicate hands
And arms, it takes
Ages for her to mend it when it breaks.
Oh, beauty's still elusive and she's fine.
Though all the moulding
Of her face, the line
Of nose, mouth, chin is Mongol, yet she's fine.
Of course things would be different in Japan.
They'd see her beauty.
On a silken fan
They'd paint her for a princess in Japan.
But still her loveliness eludes the blind.
They never use their eyes
But just their mind.
So must much loveliness elude the blind.

poem by Lesbia Harford
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We Dream In Color

Dream sequence
(wake up, wake up, wake up, time to dream)
(wake up, time to dream)
We dream, we dream, we dream in color
Wake me up in the middle of the night, tell me what youve seen
Ivory clouds in a sea of blue, fields of endless green
But we lie here and we search for stars
Or big bad letters all the way from mars
The sky is black and the moon is pale, and we cry for this world of ours
In the dark we still believe (oh you know that we still believe)
In the dark we see
Chorus:
We dream in color - but we live in black and white
We dream in color - like a rainbow in the night
We dream of peace, we dream of love, but still the dream is not enough
We dream in color
Oh yes we dream
I wake up in the middle of the day, locked within this cell
The sun is weak on the gun gray street, a cold and concrete hell
So I close my eyes and remember the days
Of a blood red sky and a purple haze
The flag was yours and the flag was mine, but we let it fade away
In the dark we still believe (oh you know that we still believe)
In the dark we see
We dream in color - but we live in black and white
We dream in color - like a rainbow in the night
We dream of peace, we dream of love, but still the dream is not enough
We dream in color
(guitar solo)
This is where it all comes down, this is where the truth is found
Someones gotta keep this dream alive
We dream in color - but we live in black and white
We dream in color - like a rainbow in the night
We dream of peace, we dream of love, we dream of life!
We dream in color
We dream in color - we dream, yes we dream
We dream in color - but we live in black and white
We dream in color - and hold on to each other
We dream in color - lover to lover, sister to brother, we hold on
We dream in color
We dream in color - we dream
We dream in color - we dream...

song performed by by Starship
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Wake Up

Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm,
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm.
Wake up, wake up, the sun is saying,
I know youre still in dream land,
But just come back.
I know youre afraid of me and the days of the world,
But open your eyes and youll see that Im shining for you.
Wake up, wake up, the sky is up telling,
Today is the first day of the rest of your life.
I know youre afraid of me and the best of the world,
Open your eyes and youll see that Im smiling for you.
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm,
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm...
Wake up, wake up, the bird is up singing,
I know the good times that are coming your way.
I know youre afraid of me and the love of the world,
Open your eyes and youll see that Im singing for you.

song performed by by Yoko Ono
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The Forest Pool

LEAN down and see your little face
Reflected in the forest pool,
Tall foxgloves grow about the place,
Forget-me-nots grow green and cool.
Look deep and see the naiad rise
To meet the sunshine of your eyes.

Lean down and see how you are fair,
How gold your hair, your mouth how red;
See the leaves dance about your hair
The wind has left unfilleted.
What naiad of them can compare
With you for good and dear and fair?

Ah! look no more--the water stirs,
The naiad weeps your face to see,
Your beauty is more rare than hers,
And you are more beloved than she.
Fly! fly, before she steals the charms
The pool has trusted to her arms.

poem by Edith Nesbit
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I miss the green of my world

I miss the green of my world

I miss the green of muria
The huge trees spread
Everywhere I sight

T miss the green of my front of garden
Where the flower blossom
Roses, jasmines, orchids, and another

I miss the bird
Singing, shouting in the morning

I miss the sun
The morning rising
The warm in my skin

I miss my

Kadilangu, feb/o3/o8

poem by Khoirun Niam
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My Nightmare (Which They Call 'Life')

Things are not what they seem,
Life is a terrible dream -
I want to wake up, wake up,
But all I can do is dream.

I feel like I want to scream
But however much I try
I can't wake up and cry,
No, all I can do is dream.

The dream has got no end,
It goes on eternally,
Please let me wake up and see
The smiling face of a friend,

Because when I dream it's a lie,
A world of make-pretend,
When I wake up I'll die
And then the nightmare will end.

poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Wake Up Call

This is your wake up call... young hearts be free
Get up, get on, get out about and shout it
Tell em all youre dressed and on your way
Oh theres absolutely no doubt about it
This is your wake up call
Youre gonna miss it all
Am I the only one out there thats listening
Cos its such a lovely noise that I can hear
Eyes are opening up to all around them
This is their wake up call
Theyre gonna miss it all
Can you feel whats happening here
Everything is changing all around you
Its in the air, electricity
Everybody, yes everybodys waking up
Good morning to you
Youre not the only one out there whos running
But the man whos sitting next to yous asleep
So pick him up and shake him till he hears you
This is his wake up call
Hes gonna miss it all
Can you feel whats happening here
Everything is changing all around you
Its in the air, electricity
Everybody, yes everybodys waking up
Good morning to you
Those whove done all they can do sleep easy
Those that turn away, they sleep alone
But theres no doubt about it absolutely
This is a wake up call
We re gonna miss it all
This is your wake up call
This is your wake up call
This is your wake up call
Youre gonna miss it
Youre gonna miss it all

song performed by by Phil Collins
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Wake Up Sunshine

Wake up sunshine
Open up your sleepy eyes for me
Cant have you hidin
Ive been waiting all the night
People waiting for the light
Sunshine, sunshine
Wake up sunshine
Let me feel your warm sunlight on me
Cant have you hidin
Night was long and night was cold
But today were one day older
Sunshine, you make my life sunshine
You know Im talkin to you
I know youre knowin it too
So just stop hidin your face
Just open your eyes
Just smile your smile
Im talkin to you
Wake up sunshine
Ooh its good to have you here with me
Cant have you hidin
Cant imagine what Id do
But feel too lonely without you
Sunshine, sunshine
You got to wake up girl
And face the day ahead

song performed by by Chicago
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Days In June

I miss our days in June
The smiles, jokes, and laughter
Anticipating upcoming days
Day and day after

I miss the feel of summer
The happiness we shared
When one of us would shout for help
And in seconds, we'd be there

I miss the members of our gang
And how each day went slow
Running to finally see each other
Smiles setting our faces aglow

I miss sitting in the shade
To cool down from the sun
Sharing stories and special moments
And always having fun

I miss the hugs that we exchanged
As our way of saying goodbye
But until tomorrow, there'd always be
That glossy look in our eyes

The summer separated us
I still wish to see you soon
And I wanted to take this time to tell you
I miss our days in June

poem by Brielle Intorcia
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I Remember You As You Were In The Winter

I remember you as you were in the winter,
with a warm cap worn like a kind of beret,
with the silences that were in your presence,
while your hair were autumn, your eyes

blazed with a kind of inner passionate fire
while the great wind swept rain and leaves
and your words, deeds and intimate sighs
in wonder went to the very depths of my soul.

While you embraced me like a morning glory
climbing against me constantly, always searching
for some deeper meaning, for more intimate bliss
while the timber of your voice was full of tranquilly.

I feel your eyes wandering and the sun is far gone,
with your brown cap, your autumn hair and blazing eyes,
while you are drawing me to you and now its summer
while your kisses glow with passionate burning fire.

Your memory constantly visits me, are always there
like fog rising in the early winter mornings
and to you I yearn, are like a migrating bird
always searching for the newest bright summer

and the memory remains of your presence
as you were in winter with a myriad
of small gestures, words, intimate sighs
with hair of autumn, green blazing bewitching eyes.

poem by Gert Strydom
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