Grain Of Salt
Deep sun-gaze, holes in her eyes
Water-logged theory, light to the flies
Dying relief, soon to scurry
My soul is burning, pass in a hurry
Week four is done, time to start over
Heavy glow staining, playing red-rover
Of everything I thought could be
Rolling in the sky, pouring the sea
Explain every ending of this holocaust
Genocide never had any thought
But to the one created here today
Lighting the door to a better way
Flying kite, calming wind
Picking from a tree, original sin
Driving force, kick the door in
Contemplate mercy, the could've been
Month closes, end of cycle
Failed punchline, creatures cackle
Nails dulled down to a crisp
Nothing could've amounted to all of this
Explain every ending of this holocaust
Charity never had any fault
But the one created here to day
Lighting the door to a better way
Shrouded faces, unending drama
Barren wasteland, neutered llama
Wind-carried echoes, rustling trees
Night-owl hunts, early-bird sleeps
Critic climax, the unending
Missed call, message sending
Drying supply from a fountain
Blowing wind against a toppling mountain
Explain every ending of this revival
Charity never had any call
But the one created here today
Lighting the door to a better way
poem by Dillon Gay
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The Sebokarang Villages
Every evening
I always go to the Sebokarang villages
bike to break through the twilight
In the Bamboo threes
and the field of sugar plantantion
its flower blossom, yellow and
to bend in the street
to be fenced in kembang sepatu
and than turn to her hause
the wall of her house made from teakwood
and around her house planted
The Ceplok Piring flowers
in front of the door of her houses
I knocked its with my thremble fingers,
With my thremble heart
Where my blood flow fastly
The evening wind
Blowing softly
And start to be darkness
Its covering the leaf
Eat the tree near the street
Where the people pass and through
So cat run to catch the mouse
the mouse jump
To the path of the villages
I fell loneness
in front of the door
waiting for you
open the door
when the door opened
the light of petromax lamp is lighting
to my eyes wonder
of your smile
from the red lips
open, just open the door
the door of your heart
again and again
till I could stay
in the wide room of your heart
forever
poem by Prasetya Utama
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Behind The Door
Behind the door of every house,
In every street, in every town
A story is unfolding
A story is unfolding of love and hate
The most of us wait of hopes and fears
Of smiles and tears of dreams
That lies a moldering
Behind the door of every house,
In every street, in every town
The stage is set for playing
The stage is set for playing
And I call crime and punch your mime
Sweet romance, a rich will dance
Characters are playing
Behind the door of every house,
In every street, in every town
The people are a waiting
The people are a waiting
To bare and die, the years go by
The wedding spree the cruelty
And still they go on mating
And to the one the only one
Remember when the need of man
Is greater again
The prayers take off ascending
All filled of love to the one above
Asking for asking for asking for asking for
A happy ending a happy ending a happy ending
song performed by by Cher
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City Is Ours
(Big Time Rush)
The city is ours (2x)
(Kendall)
Rolling past graffiti walls
Billboards lighting up the block
Everyone one of us on a mission (Oh yea)
Got a whole crew by my side
Cars beep, beep when they pass us by
We ready to get down to business (mm, mm)
(Carlos)
We pull up, open the door
All the girls, scream there they are
It's packed from wall to wall
And, everybody is calling
Here we come, it's almost time
Feel the rush, now hit the lights
We gonna get it all started
(Chorus)
Because the night is young
The line is out the door
Today was crazy but
Tonight the city's ours
Live it up
Until the morning comes
Today was crazy but tonight
The city is ours (2x)
(James)
My, my look how we roll
Was it only a month ago
Everybody said we were dreaming (ooh ooh)
Now we're here like, yeah we told ya
Still far, but we're that much closer
And there ain't no way that we're leaving (oh no)
(Logan)
We pull up, open the door
All the girls, scream there they are
It's packed from wall to wall
And, everybody is calling
Here we come, it's almost time
Feel the rush, now hit the lights
We gonna get it all started
(Chorus)
Because the night is young
The line is out the door
Today was crazy but
Tonight the city's ours
Live it up
Until the morning comes
Today was crazy but tonight
The city is ours (2x)
(James)
We gotta believe
Its destiny calling
So night after night
We rock the whole place out
As hard as it seems
I know if you want it
Then it's gonna happen some how
(Chorus)
Because the night is young
The line is out the door
Today was crazy but
Tonight the city's ours
Live it up
Until the morning comes
Today was crazy but tonight
Because the night is young
The line is out the door
Today was crazy but
Tonight the city's ours
Live it up
Until the morning comes
Today was crazy but tonight
The city is ours (4x)
(Kendall)
The city is ours
poem by Jojo Jonna
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Never Ending
(words & music by kaye - springer)
Walk down to the beach at sunset
Look as far as you can see
You will find that endless ocean
And thats how my love will always be
I bring you never ending, never ending
Never ending, never ending
Never ending, never ending love
Look up at the sky at midnight
Gaze up on the starlit view
Just as heaven has no boundaries
Neither does my love for you
I bring you never ending, never ending
Never ending, never ending
Never ending, never ending love
Never ending love
Never ending love
Never ending love
Never ending love
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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That's What You Said
I remember the night you weren't at home
(had to work late is what I heard)
That's what you said
I can never forget the way it felt,
you needed some time to work it out,
that's what you said
and now I feel a fool.
'Cos late at night I call your name,
I'm wondering what for,
'cos I've seen those other guys
sniffin' around your door.
Whatever happened to the words
'Lovers for all eternity?'
That's what you said,
I was your rome, you were my Juliet,
eternally
that's what you said
and now I feel a fool.
'Cos late at night I hear your voice
calling out my name,
oh I know it's just a dream
but every night's the same.
I carried a torch for you, through the thick and thin
you know it don't seem right that I won't see you again
No no
Late at night I call your name,
I'm wondering what for,
'cos I keep seeing those other guys
sniffin' around your door.
I carried a torch for you through the wind and rain
I'll never forget you, but I won't see you again
No no
I thought your friends all liked me
I thought I fitted in just right,
that's what you said.
Soon I'll be gone and you'll be free,
you can go find the things that you want.
That's what you said
and I won't feel a fool
'cos late at night I still call your name,
I'm wondering what for,
'cos I keep seeing those other guys
sniffin' around your door.
What for?
song performed by by Phil Collins
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Stranger In The Wind...
Stranger in the wind...
Beckons at my door.
Stanger in the wind...
Wanting even more.
Stranger in the wind...
Hard to really ignore.
Stranger in the wind..
Making my heart ache, as sore.
Stranger in the wind...
Rapping at my door.
Stanger in the wind...
Who knows i am so poor.
Stranger in the wind...
My time here-has me bore...
Many aches and pains of a thirsting heart...
Can only be quenched by ye, your remembered part.
Stranger in the wind...
My heart, you'll win.
Stranger in the wind...
Yon soul so deep.
Stranger in the wind...
My heart you'll keep.
Stranger in the wind...
my soul you'll reap.
Stranger in the wind...
You make me weep.
poem by Michael Gale
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More Than a Delayed Comprehension
Soul searching becomes a ritual,
For one who discovers awareness.
Sometimes I question
The quest for knowledge,
And understanding.
It's never ending.
Where is this neverending quest carried?
What limitations are there?
How much wisdom can a mind unrestricted absorb?
If we are that image that God has created...
In HIS likeness,
Then THAT introduces questions like these...
Is God the Supreme Master of Hypnosis?
And if that is true,
Could this experience we call life,
Be just an elaborate and fantastic hallucination?
Created just for His sensation.
Because He could!
And anyone doubting this power today,
Has more than a delayed comprehension!
Anyone suspended in beliefs they can fly...
Do!
And find themselves smacked against concrete!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life is short, running like the wind (Song)
God Created, Given as a life.
Touching the people, leaving the people
Moving from place to place
Life is short, running like the wind.
Flowing through the valleys, touching the water
Flowing through the mountains, touching the cliffs
Flowing through the deserts,
Flowing on the oceans and
Running around the earth.
Life is short, running like the wind.
Touching the people, spinning the lives
Touching the old and touching the young
Touching the women and touching the men
Flowing on the ground and playing with the kids.
Life is short, running like the wind.
Running through the villages,
Gushing through the towns,
Swirling in the deserts,
Storming on the oceans,
Touching the earth and calming down.
Life is short, running like the wind.
Touching the flowers, spreading the fragrance
Flowing in the sky and flying the kites
Speeding in the places and spinning the windmills
Running on the rivers and pushing the boats
Life is short, running like the wind.
Days are in and nights are out
Seasons are spinning, time is running
Teja is playing, music sheet is ending
Life is short, running like the wind.
Eyes are closing, dreams are flowing
Going into sleep and day is moving
Life is short, running like the wind.
-o-
poem by Bhavani Polimetla
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Don't Listen
Don’t listen to him,
Gran said,
indicating
with a nod
of her head,
to Granddad
in the other room,
sitting by the fire
with his loose clothes
holding in bones.
You stood by the door,
peeping through
the thin crack
between door
and frame,
your young eyes
like a hawk’s,
catching the view:
Granddad lighting up
a cigarette,
to set him off
on the cough
and spit and phlegm,
and Gran’s hazel eyes
lighting up with anger
and her tongue
like a viper’s
ready to condemn.
poem by Terry Collett
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Today
Today
I rise upon the call of the sun
Like fire burning my skin
My soul of guilt
Whom I have done wrong
To forgive me
Today
I rise upon the call of the sun
Like fire giving me life to live
Another life
Another moment
To face what is present
And what is next
Today
As I look upon the road of reality
To differ the past and future
Like autumn leaves on the ground
Seeds to be reborn
Another tree to spring
Yet, life like sunshine and sunset
Moons and stars
Sharing their lights in the galaxy
Of darkened universe
We all have time to rest
If tomorrow I still rise
To greet the sun upon the call of the wind
Air to breathe
And see what God created me –
Today
“Today, I thank you Lord for giving me
another day to live.”
poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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I'm Writing to the Wind
I'm writing to the wind
The words drift from my mouth
They dance and mix about
Then lose what they're about
I'm writing to the wind
To say I stand alone
To let the people know
I came and then went home
I'm writing to the wind
Because no one seems to know
We're nearly almost at the door
Where no one want to go
And if the wind says no
I think I'll understand
The wind just comes and goes
And seldom makes a stand
The wind can pass me buy
Or stay awhile to linger
The wind can never die
Or rise to point it's finger
The wind goes on and on
Around the world forever
Unless it comes to find
It's a sad and poor endeavor
For after we are gone
The wind will just be flying
'Ore empty barren plain
We made as we lay dieing
poem by S. Michael Downs
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Buried Alive
Once upon a nightmare
Once upon a time
Youre running from temptation
You got lost
And found that you dont
Belong to anybody
Youre all the same
Just another number
Cross it out
Whenever you dont behave
Someone got the doctor
He knows what to do
Throw some bones and mumble
The devils inside of you
It might be contagious
It might change the plan
Get back in your tiny boxes
Even if you cant
We say you can
Join the congregation
Everybodys got to get in line and
We never justify
The choir sings a never-ending lie
Pre-chorus:
When you thought you were free
You didnt need a reason
No reason to survive
Chorus:
As the big door closes
And you waiting for the nail
Somebody tell the world
Youre buried alive
Once upon a nightmare
Once upon a time
Youre running from tomorrow
You got lost
And found that another
Day has turned to ashes
Taken by the wind
Frozen seeds of sorrow
Never to begin
Join the celebration
And everybodys got to get in line and
We never justify
The choir sings a never-ending lie
Pre-chorus:
When you thought you were free
You did not need a reason
No reason to survive
Chorus:
As the big door closes
And you waiting for the mail
Somebody tell the world
Youre buried alive
One more nightmare
Just one more time
Join the congregation
Everybody get in line
Celebration
The choir sings a lie
As you call
The hammer falls
And no one hears you cry
Im buried alive
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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The Old Poet
he speaks of the sea
the vastness of space occupied
nonetheless by water & salt
suddenly he says
a door appears for him to enter
for me to see
he enters
and the door closes in
as i watch
his grace and grandeur
then he is lost forever
while i reflect on what happens also to me
the next time
this time
i prefer more windows
this time
i like to study more
the air & mountains
for i am new
and the ocean will be too much
and this door thing
will be very hard to understand
a black bird comes to me
it speaks of freedom
i look at it eye to eye
i say i like it more sitting
flying is still the future
today is still mine
without wings.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Holding
Im standing here and hoping for you
Holding my door open for you now
Ask just what you will of me
Ill bend just like a willow tree
And now Im holdin
Holdin my door open to the wind
Well seven times she came to me
And each time seemed the same to me
She knows just what to ask me now
And I cant help but wonder how
And now Im holdin
Holdin my door open before the wind
I wrote my name upon the sands
With questioningly weary hands
The tide arose and answered me
And washed my name into the sea
And now Im holdin
Holdin my door open before the wind
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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Thirsty For Justice
[I am a cheater.liar, sinner..the ideas of the poem mystery are entirely of my cousin arushi chaplot]
Some time in my past I suffered injustice...
But decided to carry on with my life.
Forgetting that unhealthy past..
But the present came out to be no better..
For I continue to suffer injustices..
My life's deteriorating day by day..
For the thirst of justice..
I was accused of wrongs I never did..
And given no chance to explain..
Some malicious people are constantly lying to ruin my reputation..
But who would explain...who would explain?
Who would get me justice?
And make my life worth living again..
Get me justice..
For the image created of me was not of me..
But created only to make me suffer..
I am dying every moment for justice...
Give me Justice....
poem by Srishti chaplot
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Only The Wind
(tennant/lowe)
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Its only the wind blowing litter all around
Just a little wind and the trees are falling down
Theres nobody crying, that was yesterday
Inside were all smiling, everythings okay
Its only the wind blowing cans along the street
Someones dustbin lid playing havoc with the peace
Theres nobody hiding behind a locked door
And no ones been lying, cause we dont lie any more
Its only the wind, how it takes you by surprise
Suddenly begins, then before you know it dies
My hands are not shaking, I dont touch a drop
You must be mistaken, I know when to stop
When life is calmer, I have no doubt
No angry drama, a storm blows itself out
Its only the wind, they say its getting worse
The trouble that it brings haunts us like a curse
My nerves are all jangled, but Im pulling through
I hope I can handle what I have to do
When life is calmer, I have no doubt
No angry drama, a storm blows itself out
A storm blows itself out...
Im sorry
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Last Tear
My heart cries out for you no longer
My mind has finally convinced it that it’s better off
You promised me a never-ending love yet all you gave me was pain and suffering
So last night as I prayed I finally cried my last tear for you
Because I deserve the never-ending love you promised but didn’t deliver
So I’m trading all my heartache and pain for joy
All my hate and anger for love
With Gods mercy and love
I now have peace with the way things went
Knowing that God is going to bless me
I move on and pray for you
So don’t think you broke me you didn’t
You only knocked me down, which put me in the perfect position to pray
And forgive myself and you
So you see with God’s love and direction I am just fine
God never closes one door without opening another
I can finally say I am ready for that door to be opened
And I have faith it’s going to be the best yet
poem by Tiffany R Cooper
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The Water Tower
I sit and stare at this empty page,
The wind howls long at the winter eaves,
The cloud is heavy, and black with rage
As squalls dance in through the myrtle leaves.
While deep inside in the cottage gloom
My love lies weary, cocooned in dreams,
I hear her cry in the darkened room
Call out one name from a nightmare scene.
‘Michelle, ’ she mutters, then groans aloud
I grit my teeth at the open door,
The wind it eddies in dust and leaves
And echoes long at the water tower.
‘Michelle, Michelle, ’ it grumbles and groans,
‘Michelle, ’ it whispers, then skips and howls;
My love rolls over in deepest sleep
While I keep watch through the early hours.
The storm comes in and the rain drives down,
Batters at windows and roof in vain,
The wires whine in a humming frown:
‘Michelle, Michelle, ’ is its one refrain.
And tears roll at my weathered cheek
The clock chimes five at the early hour,
Michelle once crawled from her bed, asleep,
And went to climb at the water tower.
Her hair was black as a raven’s coat
Her eyes set back in that tiny face,
Three winters long was her spell of dreams
Before she crept to that dreadful place.
Three winters long was our fairy child
Who lisped and chattered from heart to heart,
The cottage door had a faulty latch –
I’d always meant to replace that part.
But now, awake from her nest of dreams
I see my love at the open door,
I wait in hope, but her eyes are ice;
She’s staring out at the water tower.
Then I look down, and the page is full,
I’ve scribbled the words of an ancient rhyme,
Over and over and over again –
‘I’ll fix the latch when I get the time.’
And she goes back to her bed to cry
While I sit frozen beside the door,
The latch still rattles, the door’s ajar;
I’ve punched three holes in the water tower.
13 June 1999
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Someone Patted On The Door
Some one patted on the door
I asked' who is it?
A never ending replied came
Though no one was there for me.
Night was dark, I was alone.
Before I reached, he was gone.
The tap on my door says something.
As has never been said to any human being.
The conclusion was clear, I was sure
The dilemma lied within myself
For the people you have never known.
The ups and downs do teach us
Since it is a part playing within again
poem by Vizard Dhawan
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Not My Concern tissue warning
The night was dark and damp and cold.
The match girl’s matches still unsold.
The passers by ignored her pleas
what she was selling failed to please.
An orphan child without a home.
By circumstances forced to roam
She earns enough to pay her way
but not today, but not today.
Ill clad in rags and frozen through
her tiny hands and feet are blue.
The freezing rain turns into snow
The match girl has nowhere to go.
Without money, she cannot buy
a night in somewhere warm and dry.
She tries in vain to sell her wares
Without success, nobody cares.
The falling snow was getting deep
and still she had no place to sleep.
Although she tried in vain to find
some shelter from the freezing wind.
This was the night the match girl died.
They found her frozen stiff beside
the local convents well barred door.
The little Sisters of the Poor.
Had not been very sisterly.
Ignored the orphans misery
because they did not choose to see.
Now kindly death has set her free.
No longer needs the charity
which they denied so easily
by pious women who profess
to proffer aid to the helpless.
I do not claim to be guilt free
but I make no pretence to be
a Little sister of the poor
and let a child freeze at my door.
I am quite sure they will
deny any responsibility
and call her death an accident.
They could nothing to prevent.
I should not judge but feel I must
express my feelings of disgust
That this child was allowed to die
for lack of Christian charity.
Although this happened long ago
There’s very little changed I know.
We’re still prepared to pass them by
and care not if they live or die.
We can pretend they don’t exist
an attitude which will persist
As long as we don’t choose to see
They’re our responsibility.
12-Aug-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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