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Grey Wet Fog Of Emptiness

like a gray fog of wet emptiness
covering all realms of my vision
covering all realms of my thought
it is raining so hard, I can’t even see the road
the road - where I drive

windshield wipers sway
left to right
right to left
but they are too old - too slow
to ever give me clear vision
vision - of the pavement which lies ahead

the temperature is a million degrees outside
the windows fog from the pounding 100% humidity
no defroster, none that works anyway
I wipe the glass with my sleeve

in a flesh flash
these people wildly run across the road in front of me
but the breaks on this ancient sports car are old
they wouldn’t have stopped me
even if I slammed the pedal to the floor

near miss

their death in my hands
my death in theirs

pouring - forced water - forms passageways
rivers - to my either side

there is no way I can stop
no way to quit and wait this one out
if I stop - I’m dead
washed away/cleansed from the earth
at the hands of this nonstop deluge of liquid passion
no choice but to move on
through this rainy mountain village
this rainy mountain road

Southeast Asian rain
and you thought the rain covered roads in L.A. were bad

poem by Scott Shaw
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You Sit On The Car And Call Yourself, Stupid

you sit inside the car
as i drive on this busy road
in the city, on some dangerous
intersections, and you hold your hair
with your left hand
leaning on the mirror
seeing the flow of people
on the pedestrian lane
and you quip,

why do you love a stupid
woman like me?

i focus myself on the road
and it begins to rain
and people are running
everywhere seeking
for shelter

you ask,
do you really love me?
i am sorry
putting you on this mess.
i am really sorry,

tears begin to roll
from your eyes

the rain goes heavily on
the glass and i cannot clearly
see the road

it is dark and i turn on the
front lights and drive
the car slowly on the side
of the road. I stop
for a while,

it is hazy, i said.

and i just love to kiss you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Mushera Fog

It steals down the mountain the Mushera fog
Across the mountain road and cloaks Togher Bog
On damp and wet days in Winter and the latter Fall
The traffic goes up and down road at a crawl
From the high road a steep dropp down the mountain side
And to drive fast there in the fog is a wish for suicide
But what a beautiful drive on a pleasant Spring day
When the hawthorns are in their white flowers of the May
A beautiful view of the countryside for miles around
As you drive up and down the high road on the higher ground
But from mid Fall to early Spring on damp weather of low cloud
The high Mushera road is cloaked in a gray shroud
As the low clouds of rain down the mountain side blow
For to cloak Togher Bog and the valley below.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Rain Show

Chennai city
At south india
On the road
Rain was on the way
Town buses
Go slow too slow
At road
A road poblem
In side the bus
Rain rain drops rain
Come again
Travalling people...
Simply taken
The umberlaw
At inside the bus
With a rain!
How is the rain show?

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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On A Storny Day While You Are Driving Alone

you drive towards home
alone
under a strong rain
and wind
the storm has come again
inside the car
you hear nothing
you only see
the mess outside
you

you do not turn on
the radio
there is nothing there
only the buzzing
the FM stations lost
in the midst of this
chaos
you hear the silence inside you
talking
it is tired of the day's
heavy workload

you hear the sound
of the windswiper
you see the water
ahead of you along the
way
as the car cleans itself
so you may see the road
ahead
meeting you
the white bridge,
the thick lines of rain
like walls

like some liquid ropes
bursting on the glass
there are no cars
meeting you
no lights
except the darkness
and
the leaves blown away
from you
you think and you know the
difference:
you are losing your sense
of home

the sense of direction
insists
still towards this road
you do not like it
anymore,
you still think in the middle
of this storn
you want to stop and
watch the river
overflow
you wish the bridge is broken
you want it taken away
dismantled
you imagine there is
no more connection
whatever

you see nothing at the end,
what you see is simply
the storm
you stop again on the side of the road
where the tree shall fall and
you are under it,
you do not think of the car,
or of yourself anymore
what is there anyway?
there is no one waiting,
there is nothing worth meeting
and surely
life is not worth living

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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On the Same Road...

that night i passed by the road
leading to the house where i live,

someone died on the road
i did not mind i am heading for home

this morning while going to the university
another body sprawled on the road, another dead body

there is a crowd of people
curious but not mourning

i do not stop for death
i am going towards mine and we who are still leaving cannot really be lucky

everyday we are dying
we simply have to wait for that fate
ful time
it is our turn we do not have to anticipate it
every hour
a part of us dies

it is enough sharing this moments of death
and so i said
i cannot stop for another person's death

destiny has once taken him
and there is nothing that i can do

i am also just merely passing by...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Our Numbness Along the Road Leading to Our Destiny

that night i passed by the road
leading to the house where i live,

someone died on the road
i did not mind i was eagerly heading for home

this morning while going to the university
another body sprawled on the road,
another dead body

there is a crowd of people
curious but not mourning

i do not stop for death
i am going towards mine
and we who are still living cannot really be surely
lucky

everyday we are dying
we simply have to wait for that fateful time
it is our turn we do not have to anticipate it
every hour
a part of us dies

it is enough
sharing these moments of death
and so i say
i cannot stop for another person's death

destiny has once taken him
and there is nothing that i can do

i am also just merely passing by...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We Can

They'll try to stop the dream we're dreamin'
But they can't stop us from believing
They will fill your head with doubt
But that won't stop us now
So let them say we can't do it
Put up a road block
We'll just run right through it.. Cause...
We can, do the impossible
We have the power in our hands
And we won't stop 'cause we've got
To make a difference in this life
With one voice, one heart, two hands, we can
They say the odds are stacked against us
But that can't hold us back, we will be relentless
There's a voice they're gonna hear
A voice so loud and clear
So let them say we can't do it, give us a mountain,
and we're gonna move it.. cause..
We can, do the impossible
We have the power in our hands, and we won't stop
Cause we've got to make a difference in this life
With one voice, one heart, Two hands, we can
We're gonna make a change today (make a change today)
Because we've got the faith it takes
To win this race, so let them say we can't do it
Put up a road block
And we'll just run right through it cuz..
We can, do the impossible
We have the power in our hands and we won't stop
Cos we've got to make a difference in this life
With one voice, one heart Two hands, we can
I can (oh I can)
Do the impossible (do the impossible)
I have the power in my hands, and I won't stop
Cause I've got to make a difference in this life
With my one voice, one heart, two hands, we can

song performed by by LeAnn Rimes
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Coming From The Heart

by Bob Dylan and Helena Springs
We have got to come together
How long can we stay apart?
You may get it maybe never
But it's coming from the heart.
Your life is full of indecision
You can't make up your mind.
We must get it in position
And move it on down the line.
'Cause the road is long, it's a long hard climb
I been on that road too long of a time
Yes the road is long, and it winds and winds
When I think of the love that I left behind.
Make me up a bed of roses
And hang them down from the vine
Of all my loves you've been the closest
That's ever been on my mind.
Please don't talk about tomorrow
I'm really not one to care
This world is filled with too much sorrow
That nobody's heart should bear.
'Cause the road is long, it's a long hard climb
I been on that road too long of a time
Yes the road is long, and it winds and winds
When I think of the love that I left behind.
Please, please give me indication
Stop and talk to me
Like a river that is flowing
My love will never cease to be.
You will always be my honey
No one could take your part
Our love can't be bought with money
'Cause it's coming from the heart.
'Cause the road is long, it's a long hard climb
I been on that road too long of a time
Yes the road is long, and it winds and winds
When I think of the love that I left behind.

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Ghost Rider

Pack up all those phantoms
shoulder that invisible laod
keep on riding north and west
haunting that wilderness raod
Like a ghost rider
carry all those phantoms
through bitter winds and stormy skies
from the desert to the mountain
from the lowest low to the highest high
Like a ghost rider
Keep on riding north and west
circle south and east
show me beauty, but there is no peace
for the ghost rider
shadows on the road behind
shadows on the road ahead
nothing can stop you now
there's a shadow on the road behind
there's a shadow on the road ahead
nothing can stop you now
sunrise in the mirror
lightens that invisable load
riding on that namless quest
haunting that wilderness road
like a ghost rider
just an escape artist
racing against the night
a wandering hermit
racing towards the light
for the whote sands
to the canyonlands
to the redwood stands
to the barren lands
sunrise on the road behind
sunset on the road ahead
there's nothing to stop you now
nothing can stop you now

song performed by by Rush
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I Was On Cross Road!

Strange I am,
I think different,

Whatever things,
I like not,
liked by others,
whatever I like,
Not liked by others!

I opened my heart,
Others then felt bad.
Open heart of them,
Looked ugly to me!

Whenever I laugh,
They felt as cough,
But for my every cough,
They enjoyed their laugh,

My every tears
they enjoyed,
My enjoyment,
Made them hard.

I loved life and them,
They live forgetting love!
So I was at cross road,
What to do and
what not to do!

I stood where,
Four roads met,
Life -was my pet
How can I set?

One road lead to town
Another to mountain,
Third one to forest,
Fourth, where dead rest!

A piece of rope,
Or loss of hope,
I stood at by a yard,
Away from road to graveyard!

I thought of solitude
haunting in multitude,
I stood at road to forest,
Where I may get some rest

Looked at the mountain,
I thought my life can sustain,
like that lonely mountain
it became inspiring fountain!

I took the way to town,
Removed masks of clown,
I stood there as lovely tree,
I kicked off idea of other three!

I built a house by side of the road,
My mind became clean and broad,
I gazed at passers on street,
My thought really is treat,

Fed of pains and sorrow,
Shed off all thoughts narrow,
Fed birds and animals and men,
Started using book and pen!

I felt solitude everywhere
And carried to anywhere,
Worked like a horse or ox
Removed all that were hoax!

No pain, no strain, no stain of guilt!
Life full of rain and green
Life full of love and compassion
Happiness and bliss I felt!

Alone in company of all;
With all, when I am alone
Escaped the great fall
Gained lost paradise on own!

poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Bumpy Road

A bumpy road lies ahead,
Feeling cool, ever so cool ahead.
Let chilly times be gone,
A broken path is afoot.

For the vehicle shall be strong,
And the freezing is damaging,
In a dirty road or river,
In the prickly rain of nutrition.

I see this road as a fluffy bridge,
To find the damp undergrowth
Where I see a sweet little dirt,
Where I recline for all day to come.

The vacation is sticky weather,
Short but modern, in a rapid way;
Melted ice sees us trapped,
And we are slow on this bumpy road.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Bound No’th Blues

Goin’ down the road, Lawd,
Goin’ down the road.
Down the road, Lawd,
Way,way down the road.
Got to find somebody
To help me carry this load.

Road’s in front o’ me,
Nothin’ to do but walk.
Road’s in front of me,
Walk…an’ walk…an’ walk.
I’d like to meet a good friend
To come along an’ talk.

Hates to be lonely,
Lawd, I hates to be sad.
Says I hates to be lonely,
Hates to be lonely an’ sad,
But ever friend you finds seems
Like they try to do you bad.

Road, road, road, O!
Road, road…road…road, road!
Road, road, road, O!
On the no’thern road.
These Mississippi towns ain’t
Fit fer a hoppin’ toad.

poem by Langston Hughes
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The Road That Was Not Mine

The road that was not mine
I've often wondered about?
If I had followed that road somewhere
would I have felt left out?
There must have been something calling to me,
something too obscure
to understand at the onset
that the road I took was my lure.

I do not miss what wasn't mine
for in its absence I learned
how the road I'm on was exactly
the road for which I yearned.
There must be a defining purpose
that propels us to where we go.
At the end of our travels on this earth
we will look back and we'll know.

We will recognize all the holes
and sympathize with unfinished goals
and regrets will fall away.
For the adventures that come to you
will always have you say.
This was my life. I did my thing
and the road that was not mine
was for someone else to travel on.
But I wonder about it sometimes?

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Rain drive

I see a big storm
hanging dark against the sky
and lightning bolts,
that hit smashing to the ground.

There are big drops
that hit whipping down
and the black road
wet and somewhat slippery.

There’s no way
to ride away from the storm
and the traffic
stand still in front of me,
but with a motorbike
you can cut past cars.

It’s as if clouds of steam
rise out of the hot tar road,
but the screen
of the helmet
is covered by the rain
that I have difficulty seeing
to were to go
and which cars are moving or standing.

With Soutpansberg avenue that lies open before me
I open the throttle
and there’s wind, rain
and thunders that fall flashing blue
around me
and resound somewhere behind the motorbike
and the rain on my hands
hits like hail.
.
The leather jacket keeps the top of my body dry and warm,
but the bottom
is soaked and wet
and I feel the coldness
rising from below.

There’s busses coming from the front
that throws water whipping
as far as they go
and somewhere in the left lane,
there’s cars stopping for a pothole
and my motorbike catches speed
past in the right lane.

poem by Gert Strydom
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The road to success

The Road to Success
We all want to walk on the road of success
But do you day by day measure your progress
Do you have a vision?
Do you have a mission?
You need one even if it is inspired by television

We all want to walk on the road of success
But do you day by day measure your progress
Critically look at your personal development
Grizzle over the final accomplishment
Decide on the instruments you need at the moment?

On its road, there are many paths to take
With many sacrifices along the way to make
Patience, faith and hard work, please don’t forsake
Or your dreams will pour empty into a wide lake

We all want to walk on the road of success
But do you day by day measure your progress
Is your vision greater than greatness?
You are the first one you must try to impress
Take a step at a time and do not digress

For success when achieved, I say without sarcasm
Is more gratifying than any orgasm

Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Joppa Road

How would you feel, if I took you away
To a place I know, a place where we could stay
Called joppa road, a pretty place I know
Where we can go, called joppa road
The things I feel on joppa road
Can make me stay, and make me go
This old road where I long to go
Called joppa road, where we can go
Put your best dress on, theres a place I know
Where we can go, called joppa road
Its a little ways where the sun shines down
Where we drive real slow, on joppa road
Joppa road, a pretty place I know
Where we can go, called joppa road
Hey, yo bro, thats a dude I know
Works on joppa road, at the sunoco
If we drive by slow, with the top down low
Well heel and toe on joppa road
(repeat first verse)
Its a little ways where the sun shines down
Where we drive real slow on joppa road
On joppa road, joppa road
Baby, you look great today
(repeat first verse)

song performed by by Ween
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Joppa Road

How would you feel, if I took you away
To a place I know, a place where we could stay
Called joppa road, a pretty place I know
Where we can go, called joppa road
The things I feel on joppa road
Can make me stay, and make me go
This old road where I long to go
Called joppa road, where we can go
Put your best dress on, theres a place I know
Where we can go, called joppa road
Its a little ways where the sun shines down
Where we drive real slow, on joppa road
Joppa road, a pretty place I know
Where we can go, called joppa road
Hey, yo bro, thats a dude I know
Works on joppa road, at the sunoco
If we drive by slow, with the top down low
Well heel and toe on joppa road
(repeat first verse)
Its a little ways where the sun shines down
Where we drive real slow on joppa road
On joppa road, joppa road
Baby, you look great today
(repeat first verse)

song performed by by Ween
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Shelter For A Rainy Day

Key:-a - anita r - ray
A: oh....
R: shelter on a rainy day
A: you may need me like I need you
A: I see the clouds gathing in the sky
When my worries, fill my mind
What to call us, begins to fade
I wanna be with you when its starts to rain
cause I can hide in your arms
So safe and one
With you as my protection
To help me through the storm
A: you give me shelter on a rainy day
You are all that Im needed
When clouds are turning grey
You give me shelter on a rainy day
My tears have lost they meaning
Love have washed them all away
A: youve washed my tears away yeah!
Yeah yeah
A: if inside your heart, it starts to rain
Just call me up, I ease the pain
You dont even need to be alone
When the wind, begins to mour
cause whenever you may need me, like I need you
Then let me be right by your side
If love will see it through
A: you give me shelter on a rainy day
You are all that Im needed
When clouds are turning grey
You give me shelter on a rainy day
My tears have lost they meaning
Love have washed them all away
A: you give me shelter on a rainy day
On a rainy day
You are all that Im needed
When clouds are turning grey
You give me shelter
You give me shelter on a rainy day
My tears have lost they meaning
Love have washed them all away
R: a shelter on a rainy day
A lucky warm place, for you and I to stay
Hum, what youre thinking
No tell me no lies cause your eyes are blinking
Theres a place girl, down deep in my heart
You know the feeling, a relationship to star
I send my love without delay
cause you know I got a shelter on a rain day
A: you give me shelter
Your love has washed them all away
A: you give me shelter on a rainy day
You are all that Im needed
When clouds are turning grey
You give me shelter on a rainy day
My tears have lost they meaning
Love have washed them all away
A: you give me shelter on a rainy day
On a rainy day
You are all that Im needed
When clouds are turning grey
You give me shelter
You give me shelter on a rainy day
My tears have lost they meaning
Love have washed them all away

song performed by by 2 Unlimited
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See Off This Mountain

Shes a blue ridge cradle  shes a mother to some  and home to the laughter  of road weary ones  so well sing all the old songs  sing to grandmama road  and well sing cause we miss her 
Were sad she had to go  if I could see off this mountain  through the clouds in my eyes  I would see off this mountain  on the nights stars fell  and see off this mountain  through the te
N my eyes  I would see off this mountain  and the stars fell from the skies  in the air I hear a fiddle  down along hickory way  and the mandolin guitar  like we used to play  and down on
s rock  brothers boasting a dare  we tell them theyre crazy  and pretend we dont care  if I could see off this mountain  through the clouds in my eyes  I would see off this mountain  o
Nights stars fell  and see off this mountain  through the tears in my eyes  I would see off this mountain  and the stars fell from the skies  the air tastes like moonshine in the wind a ca
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Ival tune  it soars with our laughter  but well all leave too soon  so I raise a toast to family  put thanks in my glass  in the arms of your loved ones  its the only home that lasts  i
Ould see off this mountain  through the clouds in my eyes  I would see off this mountain  on the night the stars fell  and see off this mountain  through the tears in my eyes  I could see
His mountain  when the stars fell from the skies  when the stars fell from the skies  going up to grandmama road  going up to grandmama road  Im happy as can be  cause cant you see  i
Ng up to grandmama road

song performed by by Edwin McCain
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Amazon Queen

Pounding hellishly the rain has no business destroying me,
My journey is never to end.
Pounding continuously is the water of a scientific kind,
The one we call acid-rain.
Pounding relentlessly are the drops that collect and form floods,
We are too worried of them.
Pounding on us is the liquid I call a storming rain-fall,
In the Amazon rain-forest, where the long river is also.
Pounding on us is the humidity derived from the weather
That never ceases in its changes and profits only.
Pounding heavily and beating the branches is the windy-rain
That lives among the Jungle, that lifts the river
And makes it briefly breath.
Pounding the earth are the Amazonians and their Queen,
Biggest warriors of the undergrowth and canopies,
Huger in conflict than the mercenaries of a war itself.
Pounding on us is the Queen of the Amazon,
The River-Mighty,
The Bleeding-Woman,
A Woman that is Queen and aims to expell us.
We stop and stare to find our heads being shot at from all sides,
Front, Back, Left and Right Flank. We have no chance, and they are
Pounding us with arrows of a different kind -
Poisoned Arrows!
One has hit my ribs and cracked one perfectly,
The other has landed in my neck!
Alas Amazon Queen, your nature is hidden now.
I lay under the trees with the pounding of the rain, in peace.

poem by Naveed Akram
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