Older Age, Basho In Mind
.
for Nimal
Road gets narrower
eyesight dims,
even signs wave
Basho's ghost
guides with ink,
HERE NOT HERE
Can't ever cross
Rainbow Bridge
Beneath it, though,
a billet of mist
poem by Warren Falcon
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Two For Nimal
for Nimal Dunuhinga
Cracked Song For Dirty Boots
This tree
grows still
a child's mind
a bedroom window
This house
this window
gone but for
frames crater
now
once was
home memory's
red dirt
O stand radiant-starred late afternoon
O stained stark shadows' black frieze
astonished stooped man
time's wee piss-boy
damp bunk-bed mattress fears
O stand glazed from edges
gaze to bark
vine maps of escape.
Iron shadows
impress long into
wet pit
sun shards
spy glass
throat sore
cracked song for dirty boots
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Older Age, Basho In Mind
Road gets narrower
eyesight dims
even signs wave
Basho's ghost
guides with ink
HERE NOT HERE
Can't ever cross
Rainbow Bridge
Beneath it
a billet of mist
poem by Warren Falcon
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Rainbow Road
I was born a dirt poor man
All my life Ive had hard working hands
But I sang my song as I carried my load
Cause I had a dream about rainbow
Rainbow road
Then one day a man came along
Heard me playing and singing my songs
He bought me clothes and paid up every debt I owed
Sent me on my way down rainbow
Rainbow road
Then one night a man with a knife
Pushed me till I had to take his life
Fast as falling all my friends were gone
That old judge traded me a sentence for a song
Now Im living with this ball and chain
I had to wear a number before they ever heard my name
And like the dream Im growing old
But we still sing about rainbow
Rainbow road
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song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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At cross road
Never but at cross road,
Are we at cross road?
Is there any load?
Why not we meet?
Even at cross road.
Are we blood thirsty?
And care for no one,
who may come but none?
Doesn’t concern everyone?
Even at cross road.
Can we not share?
Misery and poverty,
happiness and unhappiness,
hunger and roofless human,
even at cross road.
Why do we cut?
Burn the green forest,
and big trees,
do we want disaster?
Even at cross road.
Rain is scarce,
food also less,
nature is finished,
no bloom for ever,
even at cross road.
Why do we cut throat?
Merely for greed,
does the religion preach?
Priests or heads just teach
Even at cross road.
I may not survive,
peace may not revive,
nobody will also survive,
we will soon be extinct,
even at cross road.
Time is running out,
Still human race is not out,
We may still be in,
Kindness may be over,
Even at cross road,
Life is worth to live in,
forget not but just be in,
embrace but not embarrass them,
help but not reject them
Even at cross road.
We May still not adopt,
remain at large but not still opt,
is the nature so cruel?
Kill and get also killed?
Even at cross road
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Bridge over the Devil’s Fire
On the long and winding road of life
With signs of laughs and frowns,
It turns in many different ways
Curved with ups and downs,
We all have to walk alone
Inside our heads guided by our soul,
Our feelings fly on wings of psyche
God’s goodness implant, his goal.
Intrinsic beings we are on this road as
Satan plants temptation pitfalls dire,
Mind full Our Lord and Savour builds
The bridge over the devils fire.
Destiny’s child we are all born
The devil he is a liar,
Let’s all live in harmony to cross
The bridge over the devil’s fire.
poem by Ken e Hall
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Love (Rainbow Bridge)
If the rainbow could be turned into a bridge,
Arching in the horizon from village to village,
So that I could cross on it to reach the other end,
And to win your beautiful hand,
Which is much worthier than a pot of gold,
Buried at the foot of rainbow.
Homage to Matsuo Basho
Descendant of a samurai family
Page and friend of the son
Of the Lord of Iga Province
Great haiku poet
Creator of word pictures
In seventeen syllables
Matsuo Basho
I salute you.
Lover of plum blossom fragrance
Of thin layers of mist
The rising sun
On the mountain path
And the pristine elegance
Of the rice planting song
Matsuo Basho
Are you still on the road
From the monastery
On Mount Koya
To Kyoto?
When I read your lines
I hear the sound
Of Japanese temple bells
And see the white and pink blossoms
Of cherry trees blow upon
Omi Lake in spring.
poem by Paul Hartal
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A Lollipop Lady and a Lollipop Man
The reckless drivers like a jet fly and they think the road is a sky.
These two personnel hold a circular sign on a stick to stop traffic.
And the children cross the road.
They too like to go with them to their school but they have lost their certificates of birth.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Road to Damascus
You were once a meeting place
of human goodness -
of the Good Samaritan, saving
the fallen victim of the hiding thieves,
a road to friendship
against the bridge of enemies,
the road to humility
with the ability to forgive.
You were once a meeting point
of human newness -
of Saul, the intolerant,
persecutor of Christians,
blinded by light,
and yet rode back to this road
as Paul with renewed eyesight.
Damascus, a meeting road
of human goodness and newness
met by the Lord of Light,
and yet today has turned
to be an open graveyard
guarded by violence and blood.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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The Chant Of The Cross-Bearing Child
I bear dis cross dis many a mile.
O de cross-bearin' chile--
De cross-bearin' chile!
I bear dis cross 'long many a road
Wha' de pink ain't bloom' an' de grass done mowed.
O de cross-bearin' chile--
De cross-bearin' chile!
Hits on my conscience all dese days
Fo' ter bear de cross ut de good Lord lays
On my po' soul, an' ter lif my praise.
O de cross-bearin' chile--
De cross-bearin' chile!
I 's nigh-'bout weak ez I mos' kin be,
Yit de Marstah call an' He say,--'You 's free
Fo' ter 'cept dis cross, an' ter cringe yo' knee
To no n'er man in de worl' but me!'
O de cross-bearin' chile--
De cross-bearin' chile!
Says you guess wrong, ef I let you guess--
Says you 'spec' mo', an'-a you git less:--
Says you go eas', says you go wes',
An' whense you fine de road ut you like bes'
You betteh take ch'ice er any er de res'!
O de cross-bearin' chile--
De cross-bearin' chile!
He build my feet, an' He fix de signs
Dat de shoe hit pinch an' de shoe hit bines
Ef I on'y w'ah eights an-a wanter w'ah nines;
I hone fo' de rain, an' de sun hit shines,
An' whilse I hunt de sun, hits de rain I fines.--
O-a trim my lamp, an-a gyrd my lines!
O de cross-bearin' chile--
De cross-bearin' chile!
I wade de wet, an' I walk de dry:
I done tromp long, an' I done clim high;
An' I pilgrim on ter de jasper sky,
An' I taken de resk fo' ter cas' my eye
Wha' de Gate swing wide an' de Lord draw nigh,
An' de Trump hit blow, an' I hear de cry,--
'You lay dat cross down by an' by!--
O de Cross-bearin' Chile--
Do Cross-bearin' Chile!'
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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It's a bad bridge that is narrower than the stream.
Mist
The mist moved across the field
swallowing up everything in its path.
A white blanket that hovered
inches above the ground.
It came in the cool of dawn
and vanished like a ghost
near the beginning of the day.
While it stayed, you could not see
anything within a foot of thee.
The mist that came like a sleeking ghost
was now gone after being hit
by the rays of the morning sun.
27 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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Bridge at Montezuma Slough
We drive to see
where the twisted road will lead.
Salty river, winding slough,
dark water
rising to frothy cap
slapping concrete pier,
moon driven waves race
back to beckoning bay.
Finally we must decide...
Cross the low bridge
or turn back.
But the flood is too close to the deck!
We feel tidal vibrations,
basso profundo,
rattle sub-sonic
in our ears
as together
we face our fear,
and slowly cross,
eyes always ahead
til again we feel sure earth
solid beneath our tread.
poem by Steven Federle
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Every man gets a narrower and narrower field of knowledge in which he must be an expert in order to compete with other people. The specialist knows more and more about less and less and finally knows everything about nothing.
quote by Konrad Lorenz
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Sky Fits Heaven
Sky fits heaven so fly it
That's what the prophet said to me
Child fits mother so hold your baby tight
That's what my future could see
Fate fits karma so use it
That's what the wise man said to me
Love fits virtue so hold on to the light
That's what our future will be
Chorus:
Traveling down this road
Watching the signs as I go
I think I'll follow the sun
Isn't everyone just
Traveling down their own road
Watching the signs as they go
I think I'll follow my heart
It's a very good place to start
Traveling down my own road
Watching the signs as I go
Traveling down my own road
And I'm watching the signs as they go
Traveling
song performed by by Madonna from Music
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Rainbow Bridge
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
poem by Surya Raman
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End Of A Rainbow
I have found a rainbow
And the end is in sight
I have found the bottom
Of a giant rainbow
Many colors spray all around
I go through the mist
Feeling what a rainbow
Actually feels like
The colors are in order
A perfect array of them
I’m so pleased and honored
To have found such a rainbow
I look around for the pot
Where the gold is supposed to be
But it’s nowhere to be seen
Ah, the tale isn’t true
But I did find something exquisite
Something very very rare
I found the end of a rainbow
A place so elegant and special
poem by Russell Sivey
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Sonnet. Written Upon The Top Of Ben Nevis
Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak it loud
Upon the top of Nevis, blind in mist!
I look into the chasms, and a shroud
Vapourous doth hide them, -- just so much I wist
Mankind do know of hell; I look o'erhead,
And there is sullen mist, -- even so much
Mankind can tell of heaven; mist is spread
Before the earth, beneath me, -- even such,
Even so vague is man's sight of himself!
Here are the craggy stones beneath my feet,--
Thus much I know that, a poor witless elf,
I tread on them, -- that all my eye doth meet
Is mist and crag, not only on this height,
But in the world of thought and mental might!
poem by John Keats
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Spring:
A hill without a name
Veiled in morning mist.
haiku by Matsuo Basho
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Hello, Rainbow!
Rainbow, Rainbow
that was her nickname.
A name she had obtained,
for all the colors she'd appreciate.
Rainbow, Rainbow
that was her calling
to come out in style to show the worlds vibrant.
Rainbow, Rainbow
they laughed at her colors
said she was different
not normal like others.
Rainbow, Rainbow
they took her as a joke.
Just a mere girl looking for attention you know?
Rainbow, Rainbow
lover of rain
not a care in the world of what other people say.
Rainbow, Rainbow
she started too change
The world saw her brightly
now shes all black and grey.
Rainbow, Rainbow
why goes this way.
We've all secretly loved you.
So why not stay the same!
Rainbow, Rainbow
you bring us joy
You shed light too our day.
So go back to your ways
Rainbow, Rainbow
we appreciate your love!
We see differently now
so stay who you are.
Rainbow, Rainbow!
That's who I am.
A girl of 14
who is oddly at best.
Rainbow, Rainbow!
Everyone calls me that.
I'm just a use for you all
, but i don't mind that.
Rainbow, Rainbow
A mirror image I am.
A reflection of colors
that most people don't understand.
Rainbow, Rainbow
you called my name?
Why hello I'm here.
To shed light to your day
poem by Michelle Mawyin
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Was That Rainbow Placed There By You?
Drivin’ down the road,
Feelin’ heartache and cold,
Sayin’ good-bye was so hard to do;
I looked up to the sky
And out of my eyes,
I saw a rainbow,
Was it placed there by you?
Was that rainbow placed there by you?
Did you tell the sky
That I’m feelin' blue?
Was that rainbow placed there by you?
I was almost home,
Feelin’ oh so alone,
Barely believin’ were through;
Again in the sky,
Right before my eyes,
Another rainbow
Was it placed there by you?
Was that rainbow placed there by you?
Did you tell the sky
That I’m feelin' blue?
Was that rainbow placed there by you?
poem by Connie Webb
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