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Humor
humor and soup
and philosophy
and dreams of artificial splendor -
a thick, black turd
floating in the punchbowl
of life's
over inflated
expectations
a stream
a stream of thought
a stream of consciousness
does consciousness stream?
perhaps
but
I hear tell
that it moves
both as a particle
and a wave
©MMVI Derek R. Audette
poem by Derek R. Audette
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An Omnipotent Omnipresent Omniscient God
no human being
can understand
what an omnipotent
omnipresent
omniscient
God is or can
do on a cosmic
scale or atomic
scale only God
can know
how any
individual
will act
in response
to conditions
of extreme
stress
hardships
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
The original draft stream of consciousness source of this poem is ‘What Their Faith Will Prove To Be? : Stream Of Consciousness’.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Stream
there is a certain stream that all of us
would like to swim
where we are like children
following no other person's command
it is not a stream of water
that makes us wet and shiver
and make us think about some
kind of thirsts and satiation
it is something that we must not
cross lest we find ourselves in another
world and leave everyone
everything as they are and we
do not want it
we are scared we hesitate
to throw our feet in there
but then there is no choice
the nights, the lonely nights
take us all there
this is the stream of consciousness
that we all have
we think and love and speak in silence
in the light of our hearts
we travel inward, we hope we
truly become ourselves
invented, reinvented over and over again
to see our real faces
we simply float in there
we flow and we can never stop
gladly beyond as he calls it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Plants Dream
If everything has a consciousness and a soul,
than plants dream wouldn’t you know.
But of course they have no eyes,
but in other systems they use other means to realize.
Of course you believe that your dog does dream,
because he has a brain and moves with muscles so lean.
What is this other state of consciousness that we talk of?
The dream world that we visit in another dimensions?
Now if we are all a part of the matrix,
then we can visit anyone that does exist.
But of course we use symbolism to understand,
so we wouldn’t really recognize anyone from another land.
So if it’s true about the plants,
we don’t need a body to dream of or even chant?
Well, I think my gecko friend does dream,
he heard me telepathically so he has a wave of consciousness stream.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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What Their Faith Will Prove To Be?
We all lack
knowledge
of God.
Aspects
of God's
personality
are described
in the Bible.
We have
no idea
what your
knowledge
of God is
only God
can know
how any
individual
will act
in response
to conditions
of extreme
stress
what their
faith will
prove
to be
in such
situations
this is self
explanatory
therefore
why do
you interpret
personally?
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
The original draft stream of consciousness source of this poem is ‘What Their Faith Will Prove To Be? : Stream Of Consciousness’.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Why Fades A Dream
WHY fades a dream?
An iridescent ray
Flecked in between the tryst
Of night and day.
Why fades a dream? —
Of consciousness the shade
Wrought out by lack of light and made
Upon life's stream.
Why fades a dream?
That thought may thrive,
So fades the fleshless dream;
Lest men should learn to trust
The things that seem.
So fades a dream,
That living thought may grow
And like a waxing star-beam glow
Upon life's stream —
So fades a dream.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Tears Of Pain
Tears of pain stream down my although I know you're in a better place
Wishing I could see your face..,
Tears of pain stream down my face, I know you won the race.
All your pain finally ends, you and I were close friends,
Tears of pain stream down my face, I'll still be here in the end,
Tears of pain stream down my face this is something I can't take.
It wasn't fare for you to go; I have never felt a deeper hole.
Tears of pain stream down my face I feel
Your presence, in my place
I sure do miss that smiling face,
Tears of pain stream down my face,
You were the brightness to fill my greys,
Tears of pain stream down my face
I miss the feeling of embrace,
When looking at your wonderful face
Tears of pain stream down my face.
It came to soon, but your alright I try to talk to you every night.
now I know you're in a better place, The tears of pain have withered away.
poem by Raeanne Runyemba
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What Is Your Dream?
We all have our own dream
unique as the collective consciousness stream.
We add to this planetary dream every day
it is a part of the human race.
We can solve these problems in our dreams
ask your higher consciousness what it needs.
Why if we all took a stand
and decided to help people in other lands
maybe we would live a life on a planet that is grand.
From other planets far away
we look like we are insane.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Fading Away
We are working for a crown,
If we fight in the battle we will win,
But we cannot just sit around,
In a cage doing nothing,
Floating down the stream of time,
Making faces like a clown.
We have not long to stay here,
And wait for all our dreams to end.
We are going down the stream,
Slowly fading away from view
Soon to breathe the last breath,
And pray that we can stay true.
poem by Gerry Legister
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Gently on the Stream of Time
Gently on the stream of time,
We are floating day by day,
In life's native boats sublime
We soon anchor in the bay.
We'll soon anchor in the haven,
Where the weary are at rest,
In that blissful port called Heaven,
Where are roaming now the blest.
CHORUS:
Be gentle, time be gentle with us,
While we are on life's troubled stream,
May life's foaming billows o'er us
Break away as day serene.
Gently on the stream of time,
We will swiftly glide along,
Till we reach the realm divine,
Then we'll join the heavenly throng,
Where our friends have gone before us
Waiting on the other shore.
In that home they sing in chorus,
"Welcome home the rich and poor."
Gently on the stream of time,
We shall shortly pass away,
We shall reach the heavenly clime
If God's commands we obey.
Gently on the stream of time
We are going one by one,
Listening to the evening chime
On life's journey going home.
poem by Julia A Moore
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Gallant maiden...Lets fish...
Lonely stream, where do you depart with your lover?
Lovely maiden, why do you walk on this lonely stream?
Lovely song brace with echoes...
I fish this stream my lovely maiden...
I can't fish...
Come, lets fish...
If you were this fish...
I will take care of you...
Come, i can't eat this fish...
We caught...
Where my gallant maiden, Where do you live?
You make me question this stream...
You make me guard our departed stream...
Come lets fish...
Lets, start over...
Before, this stream drys out...
Before, we can no longer fish again...
Oh, expire fish i treasure your bone for my lost lover...
I held you in my heart forever and ever...
Stream Of Consciousness
Stream of consciousness
Thoughts that come at random
With no foresight and no plan
My fingers type at their own volition
With no structured idea at hand
I live in an environment of inquietude
In an ambiance of unease and perhaps fear
There’s a weight upon my forehead
A sense of loss of things I hold dear
Today’s a day much like any other
I read, I eat, yet feel so incomplete,
and blandly smiling at me in calm so replete
On my desk, photos of sisters and brother
Just to sit and compose idle randomness
At my desk, takes my mind away for a bit
Yet at the back of my mind sits emptyness
And knowing I cannot escape from it
This bit of inane exposition
Is from my fingers and not of my mind
I try to stop all conscious thought
And let my fingers write blind
My busy fingers put a name
To unconscious sentiments so sad
Stream of consciousness
says more of the same…and that..
I’m slowly going mad
poem by David Whalen
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I Am...
I am… I breathe,
I am … I dream.
One gives me life
Other, reason to live.
Interwoven,
One energises
To
Visualise and actualise,
My dreams
Which flow
Like a stream
Of fragrance
Through my consciousness:
Essence
Of my being
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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The Stream Is Flowing From The West
The stream is flowing from the west;
As if it poured from yonder skies,
It wears upon its rippling breast
The sunset's golden dyes;
And bearing onward to the sea,
'T will clasp the isle that holdeth thee.
I dip my hand within the wave;
Ah! how impressionless and cold!
I touch it with my lip, and lave
My forehead in the gold.
It is a trivial thought, but sweet,
Perhaps the wave will kiss thy feet.
Alas! I leave no trace behind --
As little on the senseless stream
As on thy heart, or on thy mind;
Which was the simpler dream,
To win that warm, wild love of thine,
Or make the water whisper mine?
Dear stream! some moons must wax and wane
Ere I again shall cross thy tide,
And then, perhaps, a viewless chain
Will drag me to her side,
To love with all my spirit's scope,
To wish, do everything but -- hope.
poem by Henry Timrod
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Like Water
My life is like water and i'm floating in the sea
But i have a root in the water
and it's reaching stretching endlessly
My love flying in the sky
and far away from the water she lies
Sometimes big wave coming when i'm down
but soon i stand on up again
My life is like water and i'm floating in the sea
My soul is a stream on the water
i was born reaching endlessly
My life is like water and i'm floating in the sea
My soul is a stream on the water
i was born reaching endlessly
song performed by by Bad Company
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The Old Lady At The Stream
THERE AND OLD LADY
WHO SIT BY THE STREAM
WATCHING THE DUCK SWIM BY
ALONG WITH THE FROG
WHO CATCHES A FLY
OH THERE AND OLD LADY
WHO SIT BY THE STREAM
WHO NEVER MOVES
JUST WATCHES THE WATER
KEEP IT GROOVE
NEVER TALKING TO NO ONE
ACCEPT GOD AND HER SELF
THANKING HIM
FOR HER HEALTH
AND SITING ALONE
WITHOUT A CARE
JUST WATCHING THE DUCK
SWIM ON BY
ALONG WITH THE FROG
WHO CATCHES ANOTHER FLY
OH THERE AND OLD LADY
WHO SIT BY THE STREAM
poem by Bruce Martone
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Mist and Moon
Why should the mist rise from the stream.
A lyric on its bars!
And steal from every wave the gleam,
Begot by lover stars.
O see the moon ascend the sky!
The vapour tremble, burn,
A chrysoprase enamoured lie,
Above transfigured fern.
On tree and stream, a glory shed,
That jewels wave and leaf,
For sorrow is with beauty wed,
And joy is born of grief.
poem by Frank Samuel Williamson
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Can Streams Flow Along The River Sides?
Can the streams run upto the oceans far?
Can they run along the side of the rivers known?
You were a river and I a stream
Who flowed together once.
Using the sixth sense I read your mind
The one none could read before.
Each line written on your mind
Unveiled a portrait painted never.
You were a river and I a stream..
Aside my failing senses old
Triumphed my sixth sense young.
You, the river got flooded
And I, the stream was drowned.
Denouncing the last reason left you kept even my soul off-
An act someone else could have done.
Each word spoken at my funeral often
Unravelled the mystery of your mind.
Along the side of the river of your ego,
May I flow as a stream entwining you ever in the next life too?
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Long-Legged Fly
THAT civilisation may not sink,
Its great battle lost,
Quiet the dog, tether the pony
To a distant post;
Our master Caesar is in the tent
Where the maps ate spread,
His eyes fixed upon nothing,
A hand under his head.
Like a long-legged fly upon the stream
His mind moves upon silence.
That the topless towers be burnt
And men recall that face,
Move most gently if move you must
In this lonely place.
She thinks, part woman, three parts a child,
That nobody looks; her feet
Practise a tinker shuffle
Picked up on a street.
Like a long-legged fly upon the stream
Her mind moves upon silence.
That girls at puberty may find
The first Adam in their thought,
Shut the door of the Pope's chapel,
Keep those children out.
There on that scaffolding reclines
Michael Angelo.
With no more sound than the mice make
His hand moves to and fro.
Like a long-leggedfly upon the stream
His mind moves upon silence.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Tear drops
Tears stream down your face.
Upon something you
Cannot really face.
Tears steam
Like a lake flows.
Within something you
Cannot really face.
I cant face
Alot of things.
Then tears
Stream down my face
Upon something
i cannot really face.
For im trying to
Block it all out.
But tears stream down
My face.
Upon something
I just really cannot face.
Try and fix
The hurt
But tears
Still stream down my face
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Tears come and go like waves
Tears stream down your face.
Upon something you
Cannot really face.
Tears steam
Like a lake flows.
Within something you
Cannot really face.
I cant face
Alot of things.
Then tears
Stream down my face
Upon something
i cannot really face.
For im trying to
Block it all out.
But tears stream down
My face.
Upon something
I just really cannot face.
Try and fix
The hurt
But tears
Still stream down my face
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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