Nights Of Madness
After nights of madness
mornings become grim,
dissonant as sadness
lowered like a scrim.
Darkened by normality,
feelings that are numb
take away vitality,
as we all succumb.
Written about twelve hours after the cease-fire between Israel and the Hezbollah on August 14,2006. Also inspired by a line from Another Green World by Richard Grant, reviewed by Art Winslow in the LA Times Book Review, August 13,2006: “After Nights of Madness, mornings are grim.”
8/14/06
poem by Gershon Hepner
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Alone on Vacation
Hot restless August days
Can’t seem to quench my thirst
Dry summer August nights
Can’t seem to get you off my mind
The mornings are even more difficult
I wake up missing you by my side
The sunny beach is a terrible site
I am not alone but alone in the crowd
As I walk alone the burning sands
I hesitated upon my every step
With thoughts of you being left behind
Us separated by the connecting ocean
Rescue me from this scorching summer
I should not be here alone without you
Only you have the perfect warmth
Around you I feel comfortable and calm
poem by Kay Barcelon
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Midsummer Morning
Midsummer rain, you and I together
Im only dreaming again and I will forever it seems
Midsummer dawn, kisses in a doorway
I cant believe they are gone so I live our story in dreams
But baby I always wake up lonely
Mornings dont comfort me
Sometimes I think youre only
A midsummers nights dream
I should have know, friends gave me warning
You had a dream of your own, now our midsummer mornings are through
Follow your star, it will lead you somewhere
Love is not really so far if in dream I can come there to you
But baby I always wake up lonely
Mornings dont comfort me
Sometimes I think youre only
A midsummers nights dream
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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It's Grim Up North
It's Grim Up North
by The Justified Ancients of Mu Mu
Transcribed by Drew Radtke
Bolton,
Barnsley,
Nelson,
Colne,
Burnley
Bradford,
Buxton,
Crewe,
Warrington,
Widnes,
Wigan,
Leeds,
Northwich,
Nantwich,
Knutsford,
Hull,
Sale,
Salford,
Southport,
Leigh,
Derby,
Kearsley
Keighley
Maghull,
Harrogate,
Huddersfield,
Oldham, Lancs,
Grimsby,
Glossop,
Hebden Bridge,
It's Grim Up North,
It's Grim Up North.
Brighouse,
Bootle,
Featherstone,
Speke,
Runcorn,
Rotherham,
Rochdale,
Barrow,
Morecambe,
Macclesfield,
Lytham St. Annes
Clitheroe,
Cleethorpes,
The M62,
It's Grim Up North,
It's Grim Up North.
Pendlebury,
Prestwich,
Preston,
York,
Skipton,
Scunthorpe,
Scarborough-on-Sea,
Chester,
Chorley,
Cheedle Hulme,
Ormskirk,
Accrington Stanley,
and Leigh,
Ossett,
Otley,
Ikley Moor,
Sheffield,
Manchester,
Castleford,
Skem,
Doncaster,
Dewsbury,
Hali-fax,
Bingley,
Bramall,
Are all in the North.
It's Grim Up North,
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song performed by by KLF
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These Lazy Mornings, Thi Lovely Self...
there are mornings that are very much like us
lazy, do not want to wake up, light spreads in bed, and fresh air
fills the air and sings in our ears
yet
we cover our eyes, we refuse, we
curl our legs, and bury our eyes on the pillow
these mornings are nameless and they are many
some of these mornings are fruits of those sleeping pills
because some nights are cruel insomniacs that hide from us
the gifts of sleep,
i like to hate mornings like these
and i may hate it till evening
but i have already made a promise to understand all these
stupid mornings and
just be patient and let go off them
i write once, that i may hate everything including these lazy mornings that shy away from light and air
but i must spare this self that
after all i do not really exclusively own.
and so this is it:
i hate this lazy, stupid morning, but i shall never
hate myself:
i am sleepy, i am beautiful, i am lovely and witty after all.
you may sing tonight with me:
this love of self, this greatest love of all.
Do not misinterpret it for arrogance, pride or conceit,
albeit, i must tell you,
this is just a good gadget for moving on
into a sweet and kind survival.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My little august bloom
My little august bloom
I will always love you
Even when I am feeling blue
Where ever you may be
I will be there next to you
I will always love you
My little august bloom
If you ever cry
I can see it in the sky
I will light a candle for you
My little august bloom
Every breath that I take
I take it just for you
I wish that I was there with you
My little august bloom
You will always be the light
That warms my coldest nights
You shine bright within my eyes
The only reason for my life
My little august bloom
I am so in love with you
Nick Kler
Sea Of Madness
Out in the street somebodys crying
Out in the night the fires burn
Maybe tonight somebodys crying
Reached the point of no return
Oh - my eyes they see but I cant believe
Oh - my heart is heavy as I turn my back and leave
Like the eagle and the dove
Fly so high on wings above
When all you see can only bring you sadness
Like a river we will flow
On towards the sea we go
When all you do can only bring you sadness
Out on the sea of madness
Somewhere I hear a voice thats calling
Out in the dark there burns a dream
You got to hope when you are falling
To find the world that you have seen
Oh -
Oh -
Its madness
The sun dont shine
On the sea of madness
There aint no wind to fill your sails
Madness when all you see can only bring you sadness
On towards the sea we go...
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Wild fire in your eyes
The wild flame of your lovely green eyes
has still not been extinguished, my love,
has still not been extinguished!
In nights without stars, they glisten as two Venuses
in the immensity of the night, lighting my destiny.
Although, with the implacable passing of time,
the brightness of the fire of your lovely green eyes
became tinged with sadness, and the wild thing became fondness,
they still smile with sweetness every time they meet with mine.
My love, the wild fire of your pretty green eyes
still warms my heartbroken being in cold mornings,
when the morning nostalgia rides hopelessly,
looking for restless souls like mine.
My love, the wild fire of your beautiful green eyes,
a long time ago they found, by chance,
the hidden fire of my sad, sad eyes,
and they melted it in love fire for an eternity.
The wild fire of your lovely green eyes
has still not been extinguished, my love,
has still not been extinguished!
poem by Enrique Alberto Hurtado Minotta
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Can't it be August again?
Can't it be August again?
When the trees swayed
With the last breath of summer upon them
The way I laughed
Without a care in the world
Summer tans beginning to linger away
And soon disappear
Can't it be August again?
When these emotions didn't exist
And all I felt was happiness
None of this depression
No, none of these feelings
Can't it be August again?
Where junior year was right around the corner
And i had a license in my hand
And car was only coming out of my mouth
Not your name
Can't it be August again?
Where you didn't even exist in my world
poem by Frani Bell
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After You Leave
After you leave
Will I still breathe
Or will my heart stop beating?
With sadness grieve
The Love that's freed
And mourn it silently departing?
After you leave
Will skies be blue
Or will gray clouds be dark above?
When Earth receives
The pouring rain
As tears fall for a changing Love.
After you leave
Will Time be still
The days and nights shall cease to be?
No hourglass, nor hours to kill
No past, no future, and no memory.
............................................. .......
August 3,2009
Tarlac City
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Sunset Gorge
Sunset in a gorge -
testament to clear mornings.
Lonely pines atop.
(March 14,2006)
poem by Marc G. Auber
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I Do Believe In You
Written by richard page, john lang, steve george, and jerry manfredi, 1979
Found on alibi.
They tried to catch us dancin on the line
They say we took it way too far this time
They gave us no breaks here
But we made our own I swear
I do, I do believe in you
After all that weve been through
I do, I do believe in you
And everything that we do
We used to run with the dangerous crowd
Where the flame was hot and burnin out
We knew wed have to give
It hit us where we lived
I do, I do believe in you (I do believe in you)
After all that weve been through together
You took away my darkest nights (nights)
No one else could see the light
Runnin blind day after day
Some things never wanna change, oh, oh
We knew wed have to give
It hit us where we lived
I do, I do believe in you (I do believe in you)
After all that weve been through
You took away my darkest nights (nights)
No one else could see the light
I do, I do believe in you (I do believe in you)
After all that weve been through
You took away my darkest nights (nights)
No one else could see the light ...
song performed by by America
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Never A Doubt
This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the higher ground album, and has also been released on a portrait, john denver (italian) and the john denver collection - take me home
Ntry roads albums.
There was never a doubt, never a doubt in my mind
We werent meant to be lonely
Never a doubt I knew that Id find you some day
There was never a doubt, after all of those nights alone
All those desperate mornings
Never a doubt, there was never a doubt in my mind
I suppose there have been times when you felt like a room filled with darkness
Not a window around
There must have been moments you felt you were truly alone
Then again each of us knows, in a night of unbearable sadness
Still a light can be found
In each morning the promise that someday your true love will come
I suppose there are some people who never believe in the magic
Oh the magic of love
They think nothing is precious and life is just pleasure and pain
Then again each of us knows, when a heart has been broken its tragic
Oh the magic of love
Even that which is broken with love can be mended again
All the things that you fear, at the most they mean nothing
All the sorrow and sadness can just disappear
There was never a doubt, never a doubt in my mind
We werent meant to be lonely
Never a doubt I knew that Id find you some day
There was never a doubt, after all of those nights alone
All those desperate mornings
Never a doubt, there was never a doubt in my mind
There was never a doubt in my mind
Never a doubt in my mind
Words and music by john denver
song performed by by John Denver
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Sitting Duck - Parody Harry Graham - Ruthless Rhymes
Sitting Duck
Squire Squint, banging at a pheasant,
pranged, instead, a sitting duck, -
Said he, “It is a bit unpleasant
for hitting peasant to come unstuck ! ”
1 August 1991,21 July 2006 Parody Harry GRAHAM Ruthless Rhymes
Sitting Bull
Squire Squint, aiming at a pheasant,
maimed instead a stting bull,
turned tail, - but ‘tis the bull at present
frames the ears, keeps leg to pull!
1 August 1991,21 July 2006 Parody Harry GRAHAM Ruthless Rhymes
Laying Back
Squire Squint, swatting a mosquito,
missed the pest but slipped a disc, -
discomfort followed and a veto
from Doctor Best for reckless risk.
21 July 2006 Parody Harry GRAHAM Ruthless Rhymes
Ruthless Rhymes
Père repère quelques cris
de ses très chers, - frères ennemis,
Il noie les trois, ensuite il dit: -
‘Vus, pas sentis, - pauvres chéris! ’
17 August 1977
Ruthless Rhymes
Father heard his children scream
so he threw them in the stream,
saying, as he drowned the third,
‘Children should be seen, not heard’
Harry GRAHAM 1874_1936
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Laying Back - Parody Harry Graham - Ruthless Rhymes
Laying Back
Squire Squint, swatting a mosquito,
missed the pest but slipped a disc, -
discomfort followed and a veto
from Doctor Best for reckless risk.
21 July 2006 Parody Harry GRAHAM Ruthless Rhymes
Sitting Duck
Squire Squint, banging at a pheasant,
pranged, instead, a sitting duck, -
Said he, “It is a bit unpleasant
for hitting peasant to come unstuck ! ”
1 August 1991,21 July 2006 Parody Harry GRAHAM Ruthless Rhymes
Sitting Bull
Squire Squint, aiming at a pheasant,
maimed instead a stting bull,
turned tail, - but ‘tis the bull at present
frames the ears, keeps leg to pull!
1 August 1991,21 July 2006 Parody Harry GRAHAM Ruthless Rhymes
Ruthless Rhymes
Père repère quelques cris
de ses très chers, - frères ennemis,
Il noie les trois, ensuite il dit: -
‘Vus, pas sentis, - pauvres chéris! ’
17 August 1977
Ruthless Rhymes
Father heard his children scream
so he threw them in the stream,
saying, as he drowned the third,
‘Children should be seen, not heard’
Harry GRAHAM 1874_1936
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Sonnet # 337
Each morning bright I children see delight.
Each morning dark I children see sad crying.
The mornings bright`ve milk, bread for appetitte.
The mornings dark not e`en water for drinking.
Each night, lo, bright I happy children see.
Each night yes dark I children see so sobbing.
The nights bright`ve beds for when they`re asleep sleep.
The nights are dark not e`en a floor for resting.
So I as if I`d plenty of everything,
A palace my small room, my clothes all gold
Do come to feel I have too much of spring
When there`re children to misery they`re sold.
And then I litte eat, think have a feast
And look at children who their food has ceased.
poem by Luis Estable
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What of Your Time?
What of the grass or the lilies
The spacious sky of milky blue
Everyday, passing by as usual
It's nothing new...nothing new
What of the soft summer breezes
The heavy downpour of the rain
Those nights when the dogs howl
Or those mornings the birds sing
What of the first feelings of love
The warm, delightful caresses of
His mouth against your mouth
Fitting your lover's hand like a glove
What of the cool air, the hot beaming sun
The times you've lost, the times you've won
Times you've laughed until you cried tears
What of your time here all these years
poem by Bianca Free
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Sitting Bull - Parody Harry Graham - Ruthless Rhymes
Sitting Bull - Parody Harry Graham - Ruthless Rhymes
Sitting Bull
Squire Squint, aiming at a pheasant,
maimed instead a stting bull,
turned tail, - but ‘tis the bull at present
frames the ears, keeps leg to pull!
1 August 1991,21 July 2006 Parody Harry GRAHAM Ruthless Rhymes
Sitting Duck
Squire Squint, banging at a pheasant,
pranged, instead, a sitting duck, -
Said he, “It is a bit unpleasant
for hitting peasant to come unstuck ! ”
1 August 1991,21 July 2006 Parody Harry GRAHAM Ruthless Rhymes
Laying Back
Squire Squint, swatting a mosquito,
missed the pest but slipped a disc, -
discomfort followed and a veto
from Doctor Best for reckless risk.
21 July 2006 Parody Harry GRAHAM Ruthless Rhymes
Ruthless Rhymes
Père repère quelques cris
de ses très chers, - frères ennemis,
Il noie les trois, ensuite il dit: -
‘Vus, pas sentis, - pauvres chéris! ’
17 August 1977
Ruthless Rhymes
Father heard his children scream
so he threw them in the stream,
saying, as he drowned the third,
‘Children should be seen, not heard’
Harry GRAHAM 1874_1936
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Tidying Up
Tidying
World
Anxiety
A most
Sweeping task
Is nearly as
Difficult
As my
Vain attempts
To rid my
White-tiled
Kitchen floor
Of dog fur
(Cleaning Cottage, Tennessee
~ August 8,2006)
poem by Debora Short
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Biography Of Dew
I come into existence only for few hours
though you know, my fetal age is quite longer.
My death and birth is not much complication
It's as simple as evaporation and condensation.
Wait for the suitable condition, remaining in air;
birth as droplet as get the lower temperature.
As pearl on flower petals and leaves, I garnish;
be in spider's webs for their thirst to extinguish.
I love the cool, clear nights and moon is my darling,
cool your eyes and soul when you get up in morning
I have too many enemies clouds, rain, fire and sun
nature of surface and weather too, are my concern.
When air becomes jobless in the sky calm and clear
Through the nights in anguish air sheds its tears.
I am very tiny dropp but do the great job for you.
make mornings pleasant and help vegetation, me the dew.
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Creating The Haze In The Distance
you must have finally realized
the meaning of moonlight
the reason for shadows
the justification for twilight
the madness of mornings without love
the nights that dance with the flesh
you must have eaten the red apple
from the beginning it was forbidden
there are sparks all over your hair
electricity in its static forms
smooth as silk and frictionless as a flamboyance
there is this distance between each star each planet
things move on their own now
systematically you see a universe
yours and mine
now we start again from the beginning
ask me for my name
ask me where do i live
ask me what is the reason for my being
ask me why i live why i still do not want to die
we meet we talk we laugh and then we part
as usual so casual as causal as destined.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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