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A Grief Earned - An Ode Beginning & Ending With Lines From Shelley

Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind,
I have been taken up into grief, the strange
relief of clouds. Soon departed, I shall be
once again returned to disquieted prayer,
the proud monk to his rites rejoined such
are covers for disjointedness.

Adroit is the spoiled self touching only
late that of Other, of Beauty, Adonais
'dead then' when Mr. Shelley, once young,
now always, has clung 'moderne, 'as much
as, as soon as he can deny, spurn, return
a Vision 'toward the vital air.'

He has the advantage of an Eastern detachment.

I, meanwhile, to walls stick, to
sheets, this cup, full, cannot release.

I step, my foot remains to boards
stuck, must walk inwardly restrained,

halt, try to, misstep, the usual tread
of, with, my heart.

With heart will I to Guatemala go,
a Mayan lover do some good, to active

volcanoes, deepest lake there with
creatures strange - axelotls, pink,

delicate,

and one fountain send where I need
to go - there, continually letting

go the hollows, release the tread
following, and the after-flow;

feeling grief's all, I
follow to where all is fled...

poem by Warren Falcon
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Grief

When friends have gone, memories shall not,
Be unkind as the fragrant flowers that fade,
With vast images moving hands and foot,
And sinking through into where grief reside.

Within the mind, emotions overwhelm and define,
Streams moving slowly in pitiless winding flow,
And take each dropp of darkness beyond time,
To heal under rainy clouds made of sorrow.

Passing the source illusion of heart has taken,
The loved given to all; and love left alone,
In clouds that took sorrow could not be awaken,
To signs of grieving until grieving is done.

Then feelings awake to cope with the pain,
Having patiently waited for the release day,
When joy resonate will come resolute again,
And grief floats in the clouds away.

If there be swords that tears the heart open,
And leave bitter scares of inescapable reality,
To numb the existence of human being,
It is the vulnerability of grief in our society.

poem by Gerry Legister
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New Love, New Life

HEART! my heart! what means this feeling?

What oppresseth thee so sore?
What strange life is o'er me stealing!

I acknowledge thee no more.
Fled is all that gave thee gladness,
Fled the cause of all thy sadness,

Fled thy peace, thine industry-

Ah, why suffer it to be?

Say, do beauty's graces youthful,

Does this form so fair and bright,
Does this gaze, so kind, so truthful,

Chain thee with unceasing might?
Would I tear me from her boldly,
Courage take, and fly her coldly,

Back to her. I'm forthwith led

By the path I seek to tread.

By a thread I ne'er can sever,

For 'tis 'twined with magic skill,
Doth the cruel maid for ever

Hold me fast against my will.
While those magic chains confine me,
To her will I must resign me.

Ah, the change in truth is great!

Love! kind love! release me straight!

poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Like A Fountain Of Water

Like a fountain of water

Kissing you throughout

The House Of Dust: Part 02: 05: Retrospect

Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops,
Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass.
A flock of pigeons rises with blue wings flashing,
Rises with whistle of wings, hovers an instant,
And settles slowly again on the tarnished grass.

And one old man looks down from a dusty window
And sees the pigeons circling about the fountain
And desires once more to walk among those trees.
Lovers walk in the noontime by that fountain.
Pigeons dip their beaks to drink from the water.
And soon the pond must freeze.

The light wind blows to his ears a sound of laughter,
Young men shuffle their feet, loaf in the sunlight;
A girl's laugh rings like a silver bell.
But clearer than all these sounds is a sound he hears
More in his secret heart than in his ears,—
A hammer's steady crescendo, like a knell.
He hears the snarl of pineboards under the plane,
The rhythmic saw, and then the hammer again,—
Playing with delicate strokes that sombre scale . . .
And the fountain dwindles, the sunlight seems to pale.

Time is a dream, he thinks, a destroying dream;
It lays great cities in dust, it fills the seas;
It covers the face of beauty, and tumbles walls.
Where was the woman he loved? Where was his youth?
Where was the dream that burned his brain like fire?
Even a dream grows grey at last and falls.

He opened his book once more, beside the window,
And read the printed words upon that page.
The sunlight touched his hand; his eyes moved slowly,
The quiet words enchanted time and age.

'Death is never an ending, death is a change;
Death is beautiful, for death is strange;
Death is one dream out of another flowing;
Death is a chorded music, softly going
By sweet transition from key to richer key.
Death is a meeting place of sea and sea.'

poem by Conrad Potter Aiken
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The Early Morning Walk

the night is gone
the rains stop

to start with
i take a walk

to greet the early
morning with the silence

of my heart to listen
to the songs of birds

high on those trees
as i tread the grass that

covers the path where some
friends used to walk

someone so active has
succumbed to cancer of

the colon the other with
a white beard gave in

to a coronary defect
the old couple still take

their walk here and when
we meet we smile perhaps

thanking the Lord that we
are still here talking

our usual walk on an
early morning waiting for

the sun to shine upon our
weary minds.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Release Your Love

Ahhhh baby release it, talkin about your love.
Yeah, baby release it, your love,
Your love.
Release your love to me.
And, put it in my heart where its supposed to be.
Release your love to me.
cause girl I cant live without it.
Release your love to me.
cause girl Im gonna take you home.
You aint never gonna be alone.
Unless youre out there on your own.
You dont have to worry.
Baby, release your love to me.
And, were gonna make plans for eternity.
Release your love to me.
Youll never ever have to doubt it.
Release your love to me.
cause, baby, thats the way that its got to be.
I know theres other lovers,
But, they just cant stick.
cause none of them other lovers,
Baby, can do my trick.
I know theres other lovers,
But, they just cant stick.
cause none of them other lovers,
Baby, can do my trick.
Release your love.
Release your love. release your love.
Release your love. release your love.
Release your love. release your love.
Release your love.
Release your love to me.
And, put it in my heart where its supposed to be.
Release your love to me.
cause girl I cant live without it.
Release your love to me.
Were gonna make plans for eternity.
Release your love to me.
Therell never be a doubt about it.
Release your love to me.
And, put it in my heart where its supposed to be.
Release your love to me.
cause girl I cant live without it.
Release your love to me.
Were gonna make plans for eternity.
Release your love to me.
Therell never be a doubt about it.
(to fade)

song performed by by Grand Funk Railroad
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Dark

What will I do with a fountain
of time
my silence
is a well without a dropp of water
I can weep in the dark
weep and its silence will hear me
but it will close its eyes
it will not speak
the evening will tread on
quietly an old man
it will walk on without looking back
without seeing where its shadow
sleeps
and I can say wait where
are you going
and I can think of all the places I can think of
I can think of walls walls walls
of walls behind which anything lurks
I can lock myself
in a closet full of clothes not my size
fill my pockets with dust
or take off my clothes and imagine
my skin is ice
and I will be standing here
where I am standing stepping on moments
that sharpen into hours like thorns
into my feet
the wound in my heart is deep
the pain does not answer to any name
where is the door
the window the door

*reprinted from a friend

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fruit Of The Spirit

Though broken 'neath the weight of grief,
The heart beats on in sorrow.
It seeks to meet some soon relief
But finds none in the morrow.

The heart is crushed; it's bruised to tears
And cannot sense the reason
For life that would but disappear
Before it's own due season.

The child who grew next to my heart,
Transfused such love and laughter;
But soon his young life would depart
Ascending the Hereafter.

Oh, Heart, produce your fruit of grief-
Much sweeter than the vine.
For though you're trampled 'neath the Thief,
You're left to pen these lines.

You must beat on against the foe
For Death must be defeated.
Allow your tears of grief to flow
Until with Christ we're seated.

poem by Jean Mallette
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Heart Of Rome

(words & music by stephens - blaikley - howard)
In a little while youre leavin
Starting on the journey home
Soon Ill be alone, the one who loves you
La la la la la, somewhere in the heart of rome
Ill make a wish in every fountain
Say a prayer that youll return
Minutes Ill be counting
May the fire of love still burn
Ill keep your picture by my pillow
And pretend Im not alone
Make believe that you are with me
La la la la la, in the heart of rome
Suddenly the tears are falling
As we hear the whistle blow
Hold me very close before you leave me
La la la la la, somewhere in the heart of rome
Ill make a wish in every fountain
Say a prayer that youll return
Minutes Ill be counting
May the fire of love still burn
Ill keep your picture by my pillow
And pretend Im not alone
Make believe that you are with me
La la la la la, in the heart of rome
Ill make a wish in every fountain
Say a prayer that youll return
Minutes Ill be counting
May the fire of love still burn
Ill keep your picture by my pillow
And pretend Im not alone
Make believe that you are with me
La la la la la, in the heart of rome

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Relese Your Love

Ahhhh baby release it, talkin' about your love.
Yeah, baby release it, your love,
Your love.
Release your love to me.
And, put it in my heart where it's supposed to be.
Release your love to me.
'Cause girl I can't live without it.
Release your love to me.
'Cause girl I'm 'gonna take you home.
You ain't never 'gonna be alone.
Unless you're out there on your own.
You don't have to worry.
Baby, release your love to me.
And, we're 'gonna make plans for eternity.
Release your love to me.
You'll never ever have to doubt it.
Release your love to me.
'Cause, baby, that's the way that it's got to be.
I know there's other lovers,
But, they just can't stick.
'Cause none of them other lovers,
Baby, can do my trick.
I know there's other lovers,
But, they just can't stick.
'Cause none of them other lovers,
Baby, can do my trick.
Release your love.
Release your love. Release your love.
Release your love. Release your love.
Release your love. Release your love.
Release your love.
Release your love to me.
And, put it in my heart where it's supposed to be.
Release your love to me.
'Cause girl I can't live without it.
Release your love to me.
We're 'gonna make plans for eternity.
Release your love to me.
There'll never be a doubt about it.
Release your love to me.
And, put it in my heart where it's supposed to be.
Release your love to me.
'Cause girl I can't live without it.
Release your love to me.
We're 'gonna make plans for eternity.
Release y

song performed by by Grand Funk Railroad
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Torments of love

There are moments in life

when you feel like to cry

and don’t really know why.

Your destiny gives you chances

to satisfy your fancies

But they are not always a success,

sometimes even a stress.

Yes, you splash out emotions

like an angry ocean a whale.

But what remains in your soul?

Is it just a growl?

You have already been indifferent to him,

it seemed.

But he still remains in your mind

And you try to find

The reason to forget him.

Were you just blind?

You want to leave everything behind

and ask your mind to be so kind to forget.

You beg your heart

to release your torments,

to forget all his comments.

You ask your mind

to be in contact with your heart

and not always be apart.

All your actions were unmeant,

all you wanted the love to send.

Now you are trying to forget,

but you can’t,

Then you think: Oh, yes! He had a grant.

You try to find his negative features

for your lonely creature.

You try to release your mind

but he still remains in your soul

playing the main role

in all your night dreams,

and it seems he is still everything to you,

it is so difficult to say adieu.

You had time to think how to keep him,

how to reap the fruits of love,

or may be to stay in good relations,

so that to avoid the separation,

or may be remain friends,

it could be a good amends.

But…your heart pains and the dreams remain.

Nothing you can change,

Nothing to arrange.

You did all to estrange your love.

The words I have said above

Are not for all.

It is just her little squall.

Now she is all alone.

Living on her own

somehow she will survive

and one day probably die.

Here I sigh and tell you good bye,

finishing this crazy lie.

Larisa Rzipishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Tread Careful

Tread careful
Because youre treading on my dreams.
Tread careful
Because Ive just one heart
Tread careful
Let me down slowly
Or Ill forget how to dream.
Chorus:
I wont forget anything
(I love you)
I wont forgive anyone
(do you love me? )
Tread careful
You hear the sound of my breathing
Tread careful
Because I feel this sound
Tread careful
Im falling in a glasshouse
Im trying hard to begin
Because I want it to get harder
Tread careful
Before I change my mind
Tread careful
I could surprise you
I know something you want to do.
(repeat chorus)
Tread careful
Im sure you dont care but
Tread careful
I could change your mind
Tread careful
Ive been waiting for you
There is no comfort in here.
(repeat chorus)

song performed by by Gary Numan
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Softly, O! dropp mine eyes

Softly, O! dropp mine eyes, lest you be dry,
And make my heart with grief to melt and die.
Now pour out tears apace,
Now stay, O heavy case!
O sour sweet woe!
Alas! O grief! O joy! Why strive you so?
Can griefs and joys at once in one poor heart consent?
Then sigh and sing, rejoice, lament.
Ah me! O passions strange and violent!
Was never poor wretch so tormented:
Nor joy, nor grief can make my heart contented.
For while with joy I look on high,
Down, down I fall with grief, and die.

poem by John Wilbye
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Winter is come and gone,
But grief returns with the revolving year.

P.B. Shelley in Adonais
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Fountain Of Love

(words & music by giant - lewis)
One thought of you,
My heart begins churning
I feel return
To a fountain of love
My lips and eyes,
They ache to be near you
To hold you here
In my fountain of love
Never be blue
Should your world start sinking
Just come and drink
From my fountain of love
Well build a new world off
On a high mountain
Well live
On our fountain of love

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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From "Adonais," 49-52

Go thou to Rome,--at once the Paradise,
The grave, the city, and the wilderness;
And where its wrecks like shattered mountains rise,
And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress
The bones of Desolation's nakedness
Pass, till the spirit of the spot shall lead
Thy footsteps to a slope of green access
Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead
A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread;

50

And gray walls moulder round, on which dull Time
Feeds, like slow fire upon a hoary brand;
And one keen pyramid with wedge sublime,
Pavilioning the dust of him who planned
This refuge for his memory, doth stand
Like flame transformed to marble; and beneath,
A field is spread, on which a newer band
Have pitched in Heaven's smile their camp of death,
Welcoming him we lose with scarce extinguished breath.

51

Here pause: these graves are all too young as yet
To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned
Its charge to each; and if the seal is set,
Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind,
Break it not thou! too surely shalt thou find
Thine own well full, if thou returnest home,
Of tears and gall. From the world's bitter wind
Seek shelter in the shadow of the tomb.
What Adonais is, why fear we to become?

52

The One remains, the many change and pass;
Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly;
Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,
Stains the white radiance of Eternity,
Until Death tramples it to fragments.--Die,
If thou wouldst be with that which thou dost seek!
Follow where all is fled!--Rome's azure sky,
Flowers, ruins, statues, music, words, are weak
The glory they transfuse with fitting truth to speak.

poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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After Election

THE day's sharp strife is ended now,
Our work is done, God knoweth how!
As on the thronged, unrestful town
The patience of the moon looks down,
I wait to hear, beside the wire,
The voices of its tongues of fire.
Slow, doubtful, faint,they seem at first:
Be strong, my heart, to know the worst!
Hark! there the Alleghanies spoke;
That sound from lake and prairie broke,
That sunset-gun of triumph rent
The silence of a continent!
That signal from Nebraska sprung,
This, from Nevada's mountain tongue!
Is that thy answer, strong and free,
O loyal heart of Tennessee?
What strange, glad voice is that which calls
From Wagner's grave and Sumter's walls?
From Mississippi's fountain-head
A sound as of the hisoh's tread!
There rustled freedom's Charter Oak!
In that wild burst the Ozarks spoke!
Cheer answers cheer from rise to set
Of sun. We have a country yet!
The praise, O God, be thine alone!
Thou givest not for bread a stone;
Thou hast not led us through the night
To blind us with returning light;
Not through the furnace have we passed,
To perish at its mouth at last.
O night of peace, thy flight restrain!
November's moon, be slow to wane!
Shine on the freedman's cabin floor,
On brows of prayer a blessing pour;
And give, with full assurance blest,
The weary heart of Freedom rest!

poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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Strange Relationship

Death has been my partner,
my best friend.
Every day the fear,
greets me in my bed,
and body starts dying.
I join the play.
The sun clips the clouds,
my lungs fills with aroma.
A golden bird starts singing
on the swaying leaves of palm.

Death smears me with ideas,
larger than pain
before and after it was foggy.
I sleep, half-opened eyes,
watching over with face
to the window.
Life moves from grief to grief.
A tiny seed pulsates
in the crevice of mind,
I love a view like that.

One hundred moons
and a dying sun.
An immence contrast.
Whom shall I choose as a prologue?
I cannot tread the center
of unborn story. The clouds
are always crimson before
the night. Life has
a shadow of death – and a strange
relationship survives.

poem by Satish Verma
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No reason to hate

I see no reason to hate
Even though reaction may come late
My hands can rise for prayer
To pardon the mistakes forever

I feel so compassionate
Heart and mind fully resonate
Even though do not see eye to eye
Can not reason out it why?

I may be full of all ills
Yet determined to do away or kill
I shall back you for true feeling
Go all out for it as nearly willing

You are clear at heart
And this is in fact good start
It is not illusion or great art
But it is vital and important humanity part

What generally we are supposed to do?
Walk along with others and go through
Don’t alienate from main stream
Work as group along with the team

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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At The Last.

The sky grows white with the moon,
And the sea yearns up to the night
As the soul to an unknown height,
Drawn thence by a starry rune.
Only a lost wind strays,
Like the breath of Passion blown
In the vault of the night unknown;
And the heart in me sobs and says:
'After a while we, too,
Shall rest as the stars above,
When we have no more to do
With the dream of life and love.'
O Time! thy feet that run
Over the hills and waves,
Over the cradles and graves,
From the first to the final sun!
Some day thou too shalt cease —
Some way there'll come to thee
Death's white tranquility,
The boon of an awful peace —
When the latest grief shall flow
With the surge that drifts away,
And the Night shall no more go
In her endless chase of Day.
Then shall the worn heart rest,
Then shall the sad Sea yearn
No more for the Moon's return,
Like a bird on its frozen nest
Dead, with her young ones dead
Under her breast on the bough,
Where nothing can wake them now —
Not the Dawn with its golden tread:
Where Death has been good to all,
Good to the mother and young,
And the dreams are beyond recall,
And the songs have all been sung.
So, at the last, to sleep!
So, at the last, to be
Still as the dead still sea!
Never to wake and weep,
Never to know Love's pain,
Never to yearn on for
What is gone for evermore;
To be as we were again
Ere we came o'er the bourne of birth,
Ere we knew of the fading flowers,
Of love and of life on Earth
And the hearts that were not ours!

poem by Robert Crawford
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