Contrails At Sunrise
October sunrise
behind the High Sierra
paints the sky with fire.
poem by Jim Turner
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Sierra, Sierra
Sierra, sierra
Tell me where is this place you are from
You speak of a land
Filled with warm sea and sand
And the ladies who lie in the sun
Sierra, sierra
Your distant lights fading away
Crossing those stars to the music and bars
Sierra, is it just like you say ?
Sheep counting never worked well
Since the day that I fell
For your ****** dreams
Of a thousand this worlds so *******
And Im pulsed to the wind
At the sight of the song and the sea
Strange cigarettes
Clothes so warm and so wet
You can see through so quite easily
Sierra, sierra
Sierra, sierra,
Please tell me youll stay
Sierra, sierra,
Till night turns to day
I got so many dreams they can never run dry
My bedrooms becoming a crates on the sky
Filled with dancing tequilas and chickens on spits
White-shirted waiters and girls with big tails
Love in the night in the ways of moonlight
Sierra, please tell me it fits
song performed by by Chris Rea
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It Must Be October
The harvest moon hangs round and high
It dodges clouds high in the sky
The stars wink down their love and mirth
The Autumn seasons is giving birth
Oh it must be October
The leaves of red bright gold and brown
To Mother earth come tumbling down
The breezy nights the ghostly sights
The eerie spooky far off sounds
Are signs that its October
The pumpkin yellow big and round
Are carried by costumed clumsy clowns
Its Halloween lets celebrate
Come one come all and don't be late
We know now its October
We'll roast and toast some luscious food
For apples we'll be bobbin
While tales are told around the fire
Of timely ghosts and goblins
Oh how we love October
The moon has grown pale
The stars have grown dim
Our Halloween party is over
With a hi-de-ho homeward we'll go
What a delightful month October
poem by Pearl N. Sorrels
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Fly Me To The Sun
Like the bird flying high in the sunrise
I just want to fly to you
I just want to fly to your soul
Into the sunset, high in the sunrise,
Through the links in the chain I see it's to be
It all seems to fit, it just fits, thats it
Like a sunset within a sunrise, a night outside a day
As we spin in our souls and look at the sky... It's our sky
And I fly through the sunrise that takes me to you
We can glide, we can fly, we can be... we must be
We fly though the sunset that is always you.
Like the bird flying high in the sunrise
I just want to fly to your soul
Like the bird flying high in the sunset
I know the sun rises and sets within you.
poem by Mark Hopwood
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October in New Zealand
O JUNE has her diamonds, her diamonds of sheen,
Meet for a queen’s neck, if Death had e’er a queen!
June has her blue days, jewels of delight,
Set in the ivory of Alp-land white,—
But October, October’s the lady o’ the year!
O January’s garland is redder than the rose,
And the wine-red ruby of January glows
All the way to madness and half the way to sin,
When sleep is in the poppy and fire is in the whin!
But October, October’s the lady o’ the year!
October will ride in a mantle o’ the vair,
With the flower o’ the quince in her dew-wet hair;
October will ride to the gates of the day,
With the bluebells ringing on her maiden way;—
For October, October’s the lady o’ the year!
poem by Jessie Mackay
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Waiting For The Sunrise
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
So I can take your hand and stroll about.
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
So we can go on the streets and see the people smile.
Give me your hand,
So I could tell you that things will be alright.
The rooms still dark,
But it wont be so long,
And I can take you outside.
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
So we can go to the park and roll about.
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
So we can go to the docks and watch the boats go by.
Come on, love, give me your hand,
And things will be alright.
The rooms still cold,
But it wont be so long,
That we can go outside.
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
So I could see your hair shining in the air.
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
So I can see the sky reflected in your eyes.
Come on, love, dont be depressed,
Things will be alright.
The rooms too low,
But it wont be so long,
That we can be outside.
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Juana's Sestina
October came like a bandit who stole
every prayer saved in our afternoons of grief,
beside her empty bed and crucifix
where she once joked, holding her Bible,
of Christ lighting Judas's ass on fire.
They were friends now and she had been invited
to see this, as told in my dream, invited
me, but mother woke me before Death stole
me, almost gone into the sinner's fire.
But Grandmother Juana gone this October grief
would have saved me I know with her Bible
near bed, radio sermon and crucifix,
Would have joked of how she snuck the crucifix
away from church friends she hadn't invited,
to exchange gossip as they kissed her Bible,
the way words caress bloody Death who stole
our every prayer saved in our afternoons of grief,
laughing aloud of that dreamy fire,
that brash tail of a kite, high and afire,
and hovering above like a crucifix,
its childlike frame torn in the wind of grief:
how she flew and how we fly, she invited
me above our house one October that stole
our love, investing it into her Bible
that loves no blashphemy for the Bible
adores least those living in the Lake of Fire.
October came like a bandit who stole
Mami, our Juana, leaving her crucifix,
together in a dream where she invited
me to the sky where rain fell hard like grief.
And I awoke secretly with this grief
Kept like a tomb in my chest for her Bible,
our rosaries, yet she wanted me invited
to see Christ lighting Judas's ass on fire,
a party where they carry a crucifix
every October for sinners who stole,
including Death, who took her into that fire
to burn her small sins before Heaven invited
her, that eloquent joker, dead this October.
poem by Marina Gipps
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Oliva
I am from Sierra Leone and Oliva is my name,
But with words of war that saw my past!
For many are now dead and gone,
But the diamonds still remain under the earth.
Oh Sierra Leone! ! It was all because of Diamonds;
And i am a 13 year-old who has lost both arms,
And i am now pregnant to the very Rebel who maimed me.
How can i give birth and be able to hold my child?
And of the mass rape of the women to think of;
The wide spread of amputation of the limbs,
And of the toddlers whose arms are chopped off too!
Oh Sierra Leone! !
How the diamonds came and made me sad.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Nature Paints
Nature Paints
Nature paints the sky in blue,
Then adds the fluffy spots of white
Which sometimes hide the fuel
Of fiery sphere - light
A relief that gives a gracious smile
Nature paints the high mountains green
An emerald of an incline climb
Extending stairway to heavenly dreams,
The peak is in a target's reach
Our nature paints the dark stained soil
A symbol for our hard day's toil
What in its core does treasure hides?
Seek the rainbow you will find
All colors that our artist binds
Copyright © 2012
poem by Godfrey Morris
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Between Moonset and Sunrise
with the sunrise
every second
less and less timid on my back
I walk towards moonset
feeling as high as I can
feeling like I never felt before,
feeling moved as can be
with the strength of sunrise on my back
confronting the miracle unfolding
in and surrounding me.
participating by consciously walking on
witnessing every new fabulous second of it
with the power of the moonset on my face
this paints me becoming who I am
through whom I was by nature itself
allowing me to feel and be
the observer in myself
breathing the fabulous views
flowing in and out of me
realizing the spirit of the moment
having and taking the opportunity
to capture is all to cover it all
within a flash of time
the moon disappears behind the clouds
knowing it will not fall
the shy sunrise
with its warming face
creating
the warmest blanket ever
for the first time
having
the courage
feeling
love and faith
it is a dream
I am living
it is a dream
breathing it in
and out
this is
what it is all about
poem by Ellie Daphne van Stralen
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Paints Life Theme Canvas
research scientist
paints water colours
paints poetry brush strokes
paints poetry beaker pigment
paints life theme canvas
research insistent
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I Like The Sunrise
(1947) duke ellington
I like the sunrise cos it brings a new day
I like the new day it brings new hope they say
I like the sunrise blazing in the new sky
Nighttimes so weary and oh so am i
Every evening I wish upon a star
That my brand new tomorrow isnt very far
When that heavy blue curtain on night
Is high in the sky way out of sight
I like the sunrise so heavenly to see
I like the sunrise and I hope it likes poor me
song performed by by Nina Simone
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The Feast of St. Francis
from 'Canticle of the Sun, ' by St. Francis of Assisi: 'Be praised, my Lord, through Brothers Wind and Air, and clouds and storms, and all the weather, through which you give your creatures sustenance.'
Bird-song rises
in clear, liquid waves
as golden leaves arc
twisting
to the ground.
Heavy gold
must fall.
October heat
gives way
to winter rain
yet inevitably life flows
like the breeze
rising from the broad sea
to the high Sierra;
grey clouds rise
and heavy snow falls.
All the living waters
give praise.
poem by Steven Federle
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The Life Of A Turd
You don’t know what it’s like,
being in a toilet most of your life.
Yes, I am a turd,
I know it sounds absurd,
but hey, at least I’m not a nerd.
Now I have a family that went
down stream ahead of me,
Then went down the toilet
along with human pee.
But I’m not going to sweat or even fret,
I have lots of miles ahead of me yet.
Written by Christina Sunrise on October 1,2011
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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Planet On Fire
We are under the wire,
the planet is on fire.
Not only is the Earth’s core,
but surface at the shore.
Little do people know,
that the fire can
get out of control,
that they can go,
Disappear from here.
fire burning
for almost 50 years.
It’s in Pennsyvania the state,
Did you know the past fate?
The fire started
around the year 1962,
that’s when it started,
I believe to be true.
It’s coal under the ground.
that is where it is to be found.
Now google it today
and you will see the fire
is here to stay.
Unless we use clay
The resistant barrier in
which they made
then turned
into a mistake.
The barrier was partly
Incomplete,
making the fire continue
with more heat.
Now pray for mother Earth,
and for her new rebirth.
Pray for her in a good way,
with thoughts to keep us safe.
Written on Christina Sunrise on March 18,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Ponies
This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the different directions album, and has also been released on the gift you are and the john denver collection - take me home, country
S albums.
Somewhere out on the prairie
Is the greatest cowboy thats ever been
And when he lays his hands upon the ponies
They shudder with an understanding skin
And he says ponies
Now ponies dont you worry
I have not come to steal your fire away
I want to fly with you across the sunrise
Discover what begins each shining day
When the storm clouds in the west
Are quickly gathering
The ponies they run wild there
Before it rains
Youll see their sleek dark bodies
Brightly gleaming
You know the fire is flying through
Their brains
And he says ponies
Now ponies dont you worry
I have not come to steal your fire away
I want to fly with you across the sunrise
Discover what begins each shining day
And he says ponies
Now ponies dont you worry
I have not come to steal your fire away
I want to fly with you across the sunrise
Discover what begins each shining day
And he says ponies
Ponies dont you worry
I have not come to steal your fire away
I want to fly with you across the sunrise
Discover what begins each shining day
I want to fly
Words and music by jeffrey bullock
song performed by by John Denver
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White... is not a mere absence of colour; it is a shining and affirmative thing, as fierce as red, as definite as black... God paints in many colours; but He never paints so gorgeously, I had almost said so gaudily, as when He paints in white.
quote by Gilbert K. Chesterton
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On Her Way To Afternoon
The morn' arrived barefoot
With words of the Dawn upon her breath
Sunrise clinged tight with its fingers
And the green grass prepared for the dews death;
Waves of many barefoot clouds were above us
Her words shined as jewels from her mouth
Sunrise broke open the shores of this beautiful day
And the green lawn became queen of the South;
In the air there were many a barefoot dragonfly
As her words became more fluid and then
Sunrise called to the mid of day
And the green lawn asked afternoon to begin;
The Essence
October 1,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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Crime Is A Spiritual Problem
If we go back in time
with all of our past lives-
we will find the answer to why
we have committed a crime.
Also if we heal our energy field with hands
we can go in and remove
heal all that is stored there
more so then we can understand.
Doing so we heal the physical body in return
this is something I will do and learn.
Written by Christina Sunrise on October 26,2012
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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Breathtaking...
I was watching the sunrise this morning...
As the stars faded, the bright blue-orange glow filled me with warmth on this coldest of October mornings,
and I felt part of something...
The way the large late October moon faded below the mountains in the West...,
As the sun rose above the Eastern sky, the mountains there alight with colorful hues that literally 'danced.'
I was happy, I was humbled.
poem by Kelly Seale
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July Paints of Winter
July paints masterpieces
kissing my canvas with lively breezy strokes
July paints what she sees
adding intrigue to yellow folks
She paints a cold numbing winter
adding icicles on Christchurch trees
She paints a briskly Tasman salty sea
Sitting at a window overlooking her muse
July can't see colour til summer’s shines it's hues
poem by ArmourQuill Hunter
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