Hushed tones of sunset
Angelically suffusing
A surreal world
haiku by Leonard Daranjo
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World Of Love
Under me
The endless sky
I have my peace of mind
I can see
For miles and miles
I hear my heartbeat echo
I feel the colors flowing over me
World of love
It only happens in a world of love
Can you feel it, so divine, Ill make my own
World of love
Everything changes in a world of love
So surreal I believe the way I feel
Do you believe
In destiny
Ooh it will set you free
Everything starts with a kiss
No thought of tomorrow
Right now is just a place for you and me
World of love
It only happens in a world of love
Can you feel it, so divine
Ill make my own
World of love
Everything changes in a world of love
So surreal I believe the way I feel
A trip through wonderland
Will make you understand
All you need harmony ooh
World of love
It only happens in a world of love
Can you feel it so divine Ill make my own
World of love
Everything changes in a world of love
So surreal I believe the way I feel
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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As The Sunset
As the sunset I think to myself why.
As the sunset I sit down and cry.
Wondering why life got to be a lie.
As the sunset I dropp my head.
As the sunset I think about you instead.
How can I go home and get in my bed.
As the sunset I say no.
As the sunset I just don't know.
My love that I have for u just wont go.
As the sunset I look to the sky.
As the sunset I wait to die.
Tell me how to say good-bye.
As the sunset I say a prayer.
As the sunset how can I dare.
I'm giving up, I just don't care.
Sitting by the window watching the sun to set.
Knowing I'm going to see you again,
and you coming back home at the end.
By: Brittany Smith
9/25/08
poem by Brittany Smith
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A Lady
You are beautiful and faded
Like an old opera tune
Played upon a harpsichord;
Or like the sun-flooded silks
Of an eighteenth-century boudoir.
In your eyes
Smoulder the fallen roses of out-lived minutes,
And the perfume of your soul
Is vague and suffusing,
With the pungence of sealed spice-jars.
Your half-tones delight me,
And I grow mad with gazing
At your blent colours.
My vigour is a new-minted penny,
Which I cast at your feet.
Gather it up from the dust,
That its sparkle may amuse you.
poem by Amy Lowell
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Sunset Now
Sun crazed in our room
It was an endless afternoon
It seemed that we were so immune
The nights were stronger and longer
I fell on my pillow saying
Tell the world that luckys calling
Gold dust falling
Here in action town
Sunset now
Sunset now
Sunset now
Sunset now
Blade flew into town
In time to watch the sun go down
He said the new prince must be found
The message shattered our windows
We know it was over, saying
Tell the boys that were not handing
Over any part
Of action town
Sunset now
Sunset now
Sunset now now! now!
Pay out, run out, work out, die out
Action town (action town)
If you have the name
Then you win the game
In action town (action town)
Bang bang youre dead
Its raining bread
Sunset now
Now that we have gone
Do we have strength to carry on
It seems like all our sun has shone
It seems our dice are as cold as ice
But something in my heart keeps saying
Tell the world that luckys coming
Lines are humming
Here comes action town
Sunset now (to fade)
song performed by by Heaven 17
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Just Beyond The Sunset
Just beyond the sunset
Someone waits for me
Just beyond the sunset
Lies my destiny
Where the purple mountains
Lie in deep tranquillity
There I’ll find the treasure
Of love eternally
Just beyond the sunset
Waits someone so fair
Just beyond the sunset
All alone they wait there
Their hair is golden
The colour of the sand
Their eyes sparkle in the night
Like diamonds in your hand
Just beyond the sunset
Lies a home for me
Where the world is peaceful
Like a paradise should be
Just beyond the sunset
Someday is where you’ll find me
Written - July or Aug 1966
poem by David Harris
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When they first said I made it through it was just crazy, I mean all kinds of thoughts were going through my head, and you know to be watching the show for nine seasons and to be on it now is surreal, it's so surreal.
quote by Scotty McCreery
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Sunset Grill
Lets go down to the sunset grill
We can watch the working girls go by
Watch the basket people walk around and
Mumble
And stare out at the auburn sky
Theres an old man there from the old world
To him, its all the same
Calls all his customers by name
Down at the sunset grill
Down at the sunset grill
Down at the sunset grill
Down at the sunset grill
You see a lot more meanness in the city
Its the kind that tears you up inside
Hard to come away with anything that feels
Like dignity
Hard to get home with any pride
These days a man makes you somethin
And you never see his face
But there is no hiding place
Down at the sunset grill
Down at the sunset grill
Down at the sunset grill
Down at the sunset grill
Respectable little murders pay
They get more respectable every day
Dont worry girl, Im gonna stick by you
And someday soon were gonna get in that
Car and get outta here
Lets go down to the sunset grill
Watch the working girls go by
Watch the basket people walk around and
Mumble
And gaze out at the auburn sky
Maybe well leave come springtime
Meanwhile, have another beer
What would we do without these jerks
Anyway?
Besides, all our friends are here
Down at the sunset grill
Down at the sunset grill
Down at the sunset grill
Down at the sunset grill
song performed by by Don Henley
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0115 Windows Nothing Reading
Windows nothing reading
thus goes
pretty letters
human companion
immediately
mentioned rich
surreal life
nonsense
surreal poets
make sense
now
everyone
today
e.e.cummings
gertrude stein
our language
new
fresh view
you too
the first stanza
comes with
acknowledgements
to Miss Laurice
who hoped
to slip her
special offer
of Viagra's
love Niagara
or Cialis bliss
penis strength
orgasmic length
through the detumescent
Puritan fathered
filter
into my email
using this
surreal text
random-scandom
this sober morning
but alas
and alack
Miss Laurice's
surreal thesis
like stockyard sow
is labelled now
(but wham and bam
and thank you, ma'am...)
as Spam
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Brooding In Exclusive Solitude
When there is someone known
That grieves.
Dont' try to tell them you believe...
And 'know' what flows and goes around inside.
When unknowing what is felt,
Is dealt by the one who feels its welts!
That would be surreal if...
Someone reached for you to help...
With a trusting faith a friend will aid them...
And not further torture their sorrows.
Give them what you can...
This may begin to lift a lingering doubt away~
Peeled to chase a feud brewing,
In a slow simmer that stews!
That would be surreal if...
This could change the mood left brooding...
In exclusive solitude!
This could be the quick fix needed,
To end a 'beef' between a few
Overcooked but kept out of view!
That would be surreal if...?
When there is someone known,
That grieves.
Dont' try to tell them you believe...
And 'know' what flows and goes around inside.
When unknowing what is felt,
Is dealt by the one who feels its welts!
And watch others run...
Expecting that done by you.
The one who comes to rescue!
That would be surreal if...
Not possible!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Alternate World
Do you believe in alternate worlds,
in other dimensions?
I do
I'm there
I am a ghost
walking around unseen
watching others,
not a part of their world,
they, not a part of mine
I was in their world once.
I think I remember.
Soccer games
going to work
shopping
not thinking about tomorrow.
All surreal now
so surreal.
Transported to a world
of people dressed in white
of machines
and a million needles piercing me
the needles seem to never stop.
Days filled with medicine
and more medicine
Do I take this one now?
God, I forget what I took.
Transported to a world of days without sleep
and days without waking.
A world of pain
A world where you let them
fill you with poisons
then ask them to do it again.
Everything that mattered before,
doesn't.
God, how I long to go to the mall
carefree
like these people walking around me,
to worry about next summer's vacation
as though next summer is assured.
I long to be free
I long to be normal
But there is nothing normal
in the world of cancer.
poem by Shane Linville
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Ugly Sunset
It wouldn't rise to become the sun
Afraid of shinning it's true beauty
Hiding in the horizon about to cause night
Bringing fear and causing evil to come out
So this once beautiful sunset that was the world to me turned ugly
Look at it! What do you see that is so beautiful about this ugly sunset
Is it how it causes fright to parents
Or how slowly it goes down with everyone's happiness like sucking the life out of you like a black hole
You ugly sunset with your beautiful shades of color and your reflection on the ocean, why are you hiding from beauty? we were once the world me and you but now look at you, your a mess.
Now all you are is one ugly sunset sucking up all the beauty this world has.
So keep hiding in the horizon ugly sunset!
But in the end you'll regret not showing you true beauty.
poem by Celia Hinojosa
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Waterloo Sunset
Dirty old river, must you keep rolling
Flowing into the night
People so busy, makes me feel dizzy
Taxi light shines so bright
But I don't need no friends
As long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset
I am in paradise
Every day I look at the world from my window
Chilly, chilly is the evening time
Waterloo sunset's fine
Terry meets Julie at Waterloo Station
Every Friday night
But I am so lazy, don't want to wander
I stay at home at night
But I don't feel afraid
As long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset
I am in paradise
Every day I look at the world from my window
Chilly, chilly is the evening time
Waterloo sunset's fine
Millions of people swarming like flies 'round Waterloo underground
But Terry and Julie cross over the river
Where they feel safe and sound
And they don't need no friends
As long as they gaze on Waterloo sunset
They are in paradise
Waterloo sunset's fine (Waterloo sunset's fine)
Waterloo sunset's fine (Waterloo sunset's fine)
Waterloo sunset's fine (Waterloo sunset's fine)
Waterloo sunset's fine
song performed by by David Bowie
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Celestial Painting (Sunset at Renvyle)
When painters leave this world, we grieve
For the hand that will work no more,
But who can say that they rest alway
On that still celestial shore?
No! No! they choose from the rainbow hues,
And winging from Paradise,
They come to paint, now bold now faint,
The tones of our sunset skies.
When I see them there I can almost swear
That grey is from Whistler's brain!
That crimson flush was Turner's brush!
And the gold is Claude Lorraine.
poem by William Percy French
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Everybody Like A Sunset
Everybody likes a sunset
With
Its gold and crimson
Freshly painted across the sky
A wonder to behold
But it has signaled
The end
Of a day that must have been
Beautiful.
For at the end of an overcast day
The sunset will be present
But hidden.
So the day
Must be lived
And before the day
The sunrise
Which normally passes unnoticed.
Just as few
Are there
To welcome new-born baby
Into the world
Who they call great
At the end of his life
But everybody likes a sunset.
poem by Reuel James
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Listen To The Sunset
Listen to the sunset,
Hear its silent sigh
As it falls down the horisen
Warning, the moon is nigh
Listen to the sunset
Hear its silent threat
That darkness will be upon us
It makes everyone upset
Listen to the sunset
The vanity of its words
How beautiful this sunset is
With its colour, and birds
Listen to the sunset
See its pretty hue
But I cant enjoy the sunset
If I am not with you
All the pretty colours are meaningless
So are the birds, and the sounds
Because it all means nothing to me
If you are not around
Just remember this though,
Promise you wont forget,
Even if your far away,
We'll be watching the same sunset
So listen to the sunset
Enjoy its beauty true
When you see it, think of me
And I will think of you
poem by Katniss Everdeen
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Snowy: The Cat
While I was out walking,
I saw a little cat.
So I called him on over
For a little chat.
He ran straight over:
He did not hesitate.
He seemed extremely keen
To be my new best mate.
One of his eyes was blue;
The other one was green.
He had the strangest eyes
That I had ever seen.
His fur was like snow:
It was pure, brilliant white.
All in all, he really was
A most unusual sight.
He could obviously sense
That I meant him no harm,
And, upon me, he soon worked
Some of his old feline charm.
Up in to my eyes,
He intently gazed,
And the world about me
Just melted away.
Around my legs,
His body lightly brushed,
While I spoke to him
In tones, which were hushed.
I petted the little cat
For a short while.
Upon my two lips,
There played a slight smile.
Soon, it was time
For me to make tracks,
But I assured the little cat,
That I would be back.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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A Heart's Sunset
Over the ocean, its waves are silent where they sleep;
a pleasing yellow orb of fire drops down to be swallowed by the ocean.
The orb's rays of light slice through the water.
Down and deeper it cuts
This is the magnificent beauty of the sunset.
Everyone has one in there heart.
Can you find your sunset?
A priceless sight that the heart can conjure,
as the orb seeps below the horizon, to the signify the dawning of the new day.
The new day will bring new changes and people.
To see their faces and be happy
But that will depend on your heart.
What shape is your heart in?
Your feelings will make your sunset.
Your sunset could be a happy or a sad sunset.
Your happy to start the new day for sunrise,
or your sad to see the day go
Maybe it was the last day of seeing someone.
Then that would be a sad sunset
Always watch your sunset.
Then your sunrise comes...
poem by Natalie Vail
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20......A life without love
~ A life without love ~
A Sunset without a sun is no sunset at all.
A life without love is no life at all.
A rainbow without colors is no rainbow at all.
And heart without feelings is no human at all.
All these things need something to be,
Either a sun or a person or a crayon,
If only to create what nature said was meant to be.
A sunset makes us feel
as though the world has been born again.
A life with love
lets us know it's worth to let someone in.
A rainbow with colors thats a moment frozen in time,
to be grateful for all that is beautiful
and feel all the glory inside.
Life without love,
is an emptiness
I wish love was as simple as a sunset,
ready to be born again.
But I know in truth love only comes from within.
So I'll keep watching for my sunset,
and looking for that rainbow to shine someday.
Then one day
maybe the love will find its way again.
(13th august 2009)
poem by Fawzia Zie
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Sunset: St. Louis
Hushed in the smoky haze of summer sunset,
When I came home again from far-off places,
How many times I saw my western city
Dream by her river.
Then for an hour the water wore a mantle
Of tawny gold and mauve and misted turquoise
Under the tall and darkened arches bearing
Gray, high-flung bridges.
Against the sunset, water-towers and steeples
Flickered with fire up the slope to westward,
And old warehouses poured their purple shadows
Across the levee.
High over them the black train swept with thunder,
Cleaving the city, leaving far beneath it
Wharf-boats moored beside the old side-wheelers
Resting in twilight.
poem by Sara Teasdale
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At Carmel Highlands
Below the gardens and the darkening pines
The living water sinks among the stones,
Sinking yet foaming till the snowy tones
Merge with the fog drawn landward in dim lines.
The cloud dissolves among the flowering vines,
And now the definite mountain-side disowns
The fluid world, the immeasurable zones.
Then white oblivion swallows all designs.
But still the rich confusion of the sea,
Unceasing voice, sombre and solacing,
Rises through veils of silence past the trees;
In restless repetition bound, yet free,
Wave after wave in deluge fresh releasing
An ancient speech, hushed in tremendous ease.
poem by Janet Lewis
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