O Janus
My knuckles crack at the places they fold
And between each joint swells a reddened blister
During the bleak winter month,
In January
When troubles swear allegiance
Stagnant in the hollows of the old naked birches
Webbing the bedroom window with shadow
The drawers hang open
Like mouths snoring in slumber
Drinking the stars’ blanket of glow
The clock’s arms are weighed down with lead
When the stretch of the night is before the peak
And spying over the window sill
Waits the last late evening snowfall
poem by Alyssa Rieper
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My Little Pill
Whats a single woman with no real man 2 do?
Tryin 2 raise your kid when he couldnt give a damn about u
All my cares and troubles dive right off my window sill
Everytime I pop my little pill
A pixie does my laundry and the universe my will
All my cares and troubles dive right off my window sill
All my cares and troubles dive right off my window sill
Everytime I pop my little pill
song performed by by Prince
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Passing The Time
By ginger baker and mike taylor
It is a cold winter,
Away is the songbird.
And gone is her traveller,
She waits at home.
The sun is on holiday,
No leaves on the trees.
The animals sleep
While cold north wind blows.
The snowflakes are falling,
The roof a white blanket.
Theres ice on the window pane,
She waits alone.
She sits by the fireside,
The room is so warm.
Her children are sleeping,
She waits in their home.
Passing the time.
Passing the time.
Everything fine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, everything fine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, everything fine.
Passing the time, wine and time rhyme.
Passing the time.
It is a long winter,
Away is the summer.
She waits for her traveller
So far from home.
She sits by the fireside,
The room is so warm.
Theres ice on the window,
Shes lonely alone.
song performed by by Cream
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Passing The Time
By ginger baker and mike taylor
It is a cold winter,
Away is the songbird.
And gone is her traveller,
She waits at home.
The sun is on holiday,
No leaves on the trees.
The animals sleep
While cold north wind blows.
The snowflakes are falling,
The roof a white blanket.
Theres ice on the window pane,
She waits alone.
She sits by the fireside,
The room is so warm.
Her children are sleeping,
She waits in their home.
Passing the time.
Passing the time.
Everything fine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, everything fine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, everything fine.
Passing the time, wine and time rhyme.
Passing the time.
It is a long winter,
Away is the summer.
She waits for her traveller
So far from home.
She sits by the fireside,
The room is so warm.
Theres ice on the window,
Shes lonely alone.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Under Cover of Night
To slip into your shadow under cover of night.
To follow your footsteps, your shadow at the window.
That shadow at the window is you and no one else;
it's you.
Do not open that window behind whose curtains you're moving.
Shut your eyes.
I'd like to shut them with my lips.
But the window opens and the breeze, the breeze
which strangely balances flame and flag surrounds my escape
with its cloak.
The window opens: it's not you.
I knew it all along.
poem by Robert Desnos
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Rear Window
In our window frame of time -
Could we possibly wax romantic scenes?
Complete with a crisp evening air, and stars above -
And much later, bedroom- consumated schemes?
Once we arrive at our destination -
Will there be Rose Petals adorning the floor?
And, perhaps lavender scented candles?
Setting the mood for: AMORE!
And as we sip, our aged red wine -
With Frank Sinatra, in the background -
Singing in a way, only he can show -
Will you 'Take My Hand', my darling?
And lead me, to places unknown?
With the morn's arrival -
In our window frame of time -
The Moon, all but waning -
Even though, i know, that you are mine -
I lean over and kiss your lips -
So luscious and heated still -
Knowing that there will be more, Amore -
In our window frame of time-
The Moon, it 'twil wax again, to our fill! ! !
poem by Theodora Onken
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If You Only Know I Can Also Make A Love Poem For You
you need not open your door
i know someone lives there
and there is no seat for me
but you may open your window
for tonight i can be the moon
and if he sees me and closes the
window i may look for a crack
a little crack made by this termite
and i can be a hush of the wind
getting in trying to touch your skin
if he seals the crack i may be
part of the rain and i may enter
on some slits of your roof
and still drip on your lock of hair
for with you my love even if
there is no possibility
that i can be with you yet this love
though late can still last a lifetime
finding the ways till it finds you
finally loving and kissing me
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Purification
high fever
your eyes losing sight
of some images
crisscrossing your
mind
you speak names
they hear
you mumble some
facts
they understand
you don't
you are on fire
you are burning
with so much heat
your hair
smells of burnt ashes
you are charred
almost to death
that is how the
feeling goes
on this purification
you wake up
the following morning
naked
and pure and very simple
you face
the window
and greets
some birds
singing on the
window sill
your eyes meet
and they chirp
seeing
the new you
you stretch
your arms
and close your eyes
this is the beginning
of your
happy moment
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Optical Illusion
Optical Illusion
It was an old rabbit, glass eyed and stuffed, that sat on
a window sill it also had a bald spot on top of its head,
petted by children who knew it was alive. The window it
sat by faced the woods and on a day when window was
open, and it was a day in May, it vanished. Hunters had
seen it jump through the air fast as a midnight shadow.
A rich man bought the woods chopped down trees and
filled in the tarn, where it often had been seen smiling to
its own image. This so he could get a trophy on his wall
and be famous as the man who shot the phantom rabbit.
He went insane all he could find was a yellow plastic duck.
A stuffed rabbit sits on the window sill it has glass eyes,
a bald spot on top of its head; snowing outside it deeply
sighs good to be indoors on a day like this.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Disconnected
I watch you stumble through the morning
I watch you stumble home at night
Silhouetted by a sun without sunlight
I've watched you walk straight through an evening
When you're laden with the day
And the light of the moon, it only gets in your way
From a bedroom window I was anyone
And the street I look upon is my runaway
But I'm connected to the places I don't feel connected from
I'm connected to the place that I don't feel like I'm from
This is the kind of town where everyone knows each other
And everyone hates that they know each other
And no one is getting any younger
From my bedroom window I was anyone
Every street I look upon could be a runaway
But I'm connected to the places I don't feel connected from
I'm connected to the place that I don't feel like I'm from
I'm connected to the places I don't feel connected from
I don't feel connected from
So move on here now
You don't belong here now
You don't belong
You'll never belong
You don't belong here now
You don't belong here now
You don't belong here now
You don't belong
You'll never belong
You don't belong here now
song performed by by Idlewild
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Forcing The Window To Flow
At the window, rain drives
Drizzles and drizzles glow and go
Pushing and loosing the window to and fro
And some-one asked, who is at the window?
Pushing and pushing the window and dash?
In the dark of the night free and roll
Going for the next fresh candle of the day
At the window a hand goes and more, who is at the window?
She cried and roared the mall
And forced the window and banged and go.
poem by Paul Mwenelupembe
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Frost Song
HERE where the bee slept and the orchis lifted
Her honeying pipes of pearl, her velvet lip,
Only the swart leaves of the oak lie drifted
In sombre fellowship.
Here where the flame-weed set the lands alight,
Lies the bleak upland, webbed and crowned with white.
Build high the logs, O love, and in thine eyes
Let me believe the summer lingers late.
We shall not miss her passive pageantries,
We are not desolate,
When on the sill, across the window bars,
Kind winter flings her flowers and her stars.
poem by Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
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From the biography of an unknown woman: XL
Looking out through the window
She saw a sky of melancholy
In shades of ink-blue and black
In the ticking of the clock on the wall
She heard the loud and clear hollowness
Filling the empty room
Some stray memories sweet and bitter
Simply struggled like a flickering candle
Placed on the window sill
In the distant night is heard
Painful whining of dogs
As she struggled to close
The window against the blowing wind
13sep2010
14.14hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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A Window Of Opportunity
In every life occasionally
a window opens before us,
a window of opportunity.
It may not be a window to money,
but a window to more friends.
When we pass through it could lead us
to friends in many lands.
So the next time a window opens
just walk on through
you’ll never know
what lies beyond it there.
It could open
to the greatest treasure there,
love and friendship
just for you.
poem by David Harris
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If I Did It
If I did it.
I would place obscene calls,
To you between seven and nine pm.
I would then stalk you,
After you got off from work.
Climb the Oak tree
Outside of your bedroom window.
The one facing the backyard.
I would throw pebbles
To get your attention.
And you would be totally naked.
You would then put on your orange bathrobe,
To open the window and see if anyone was outside.
If I did it!
If I did it...
I would sit behind you in church,
And cough every time you opened your mouth to sing!
You can not hold a note.
Plus every first Sunday you arrive late!
If I did it...
I would send you anonymous notes,
You find on your desk on Tuesdays!
AND 'if' I did remove your husband's picture,
And replaced it with mine...
Signed, 'I Love You More'
I certainly would be the first to admit it!
IF I did it!
However...
I have no idea what you are talking about.
And I am tired of being accused!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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About An Open Window
let me now talk about an open window
the one that lives in that room
where the window is open
be it day or in the dangers of the night
its blackness threatening
it was even rumored that a monster flies
and eats the sweet flesh of women
is a woman, oh, she is as beautiful as
the north star that guides lost pilgrims
oh, she is as sweet as the honey of cultured
bees, she as as tender as treated beef,
her window is always open
waiting for the full moon
to make love to her once a month
when she too is on heat
like a wild, wild beast.
that monster brings the moon
and beastly, the beautiful woman knows what love
is there
by the window that is always kept open
because it fears no one
her lover
the beast, none other.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Moon Shadows
Moon shadows drift across
my bedroom window cill at night
just as the sandman sprinkles
his stardust dreams around my head.
I spiral into loving dreams
with you within my arms.
The moon shadows play
across my window
while I am deep in dreams
that sends me to exotic places
with you always at my arm.
We run along sandy beaches
where the palm trees grow.
The island of my dreams
that always comes to me
when the moon shadows show.
2 December 2009
poem by David Harris
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Out The Window
Life was fun
Life was great
Til I made my big mistake
Oh no itll never happen to me
Life was short
And life was sweet
I was thinking as I hit the street
I could hardly beleve
I could scarcely conceive
But I had gone out the window
I had gone out the window
I had gone out the window
She was fine
She looked great
And so we made our big mistake
I swear I swear I swear
Itd never happen to her
But the pavement knocked her head around
When she hit the solid concrete ground
From 30 flights above
And she was thirty something loving nothing
Gone out the window
She had gone out the window
She had gone out the window
Catch me if Im falling,
Catch me if Im calling
He was smart he was wise
Hed profoundly philosophize
Empathy for all humanity
til one day by an open window
Theres a note that read
Ive gone out the window - Im dead
He said yes to life for all of his life
But then one day he said no
I gotta go out the window
We all go out the window
Catch me I am falling
Catch me I am calling
Catch me we are falling
Catch me we are calling
Gordon gano: vocal, acoustic guitar
Brian ritchie: acoustic bass guitar vocal
Victor delorenzo:
Brushed snare drum, wood, cowbell, arabic tabla, vocal
Mixed by david vartanian
gorno music reprinted with permission
song performed by by Violent Femmes
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The Sparrows chirp at my window sill
I know my little birds
It's pretty warm outside
And you try to open the window.
This is not my home dear
Somebody elses?
And I pay a handsome rent
Once in a month.
If it delays a late fee comes as an unknown friend
And if not paid definitely they open the window
And throw me out
Bring another poor Saint?
*Most probably in a dream if I am not mistaken, I told my beloved wife;
'Darling if I make a platonic love with the beautiful widowed Landlady, we could have quit from the rent for sometimes! '
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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What You Do Not Expect....
you are on your
way to the tenth floor
go inside
the room and closed
the door
open the window
and get some fresh
air from
the sea
you sit on the
window sill
and the people
down the street
go panicky
you are whistling
a song
and all the while
they are praying
that you do not
jump
from that
high....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Outside My Window - Sarah Buxton
Outside my window,
I see a redbird singin',
Sittin' on a wire,
Wish I knew what he's thinkin'.
Outside my window,
I see a couple kissin'.
Huggin and a-lovin',
Man, that's just what I've been missin'.
These days, when everything is crazy,
Some things are never, ever changin'.
(chorus)
You still need stars when you're wishin' at night,
A best friend to set you right,
A good laugh, a warm bath,
And a beautiful song you can sing along to.
Good news that'll make you cry,
All the little things that money can't buy,
No wars, no more,
Just a big rainbow
Outside my window.
La la la la la la.
Outside my window,
I see the bluest ocean,
Sails in the sunlight,
Rockin' in the sweetest motion.
Outside my window,
I hear the church bells ringin',
Nobody fightin',
Over what hymn they're singin'.
I know, I'm dreamin' like a child,
But some things just don't go out of style, like:
(chorus)
La la la la la la.
(Outside my window.)
La la la la la la.
Outside my window,
I see a flag that's wavin',
Hands joined together,
Everybody's celebrating. (Yeah!)
La la la la la la.
Outside my window.
La la la la la la.
Everybody look outside my window.
(chorus)
La la la la la la.
(Outside my window.)
La la la la la la.
(Outside my window.)
La la la la la la.
(Outside my window.)
La la la la la la.
(Everybody look outside my window.)
La la la la la la.
(Live...live.)
La la la la la la.
Oh, oh.
(Outside, outside.)
La la la la la la.
(Live...live.)
La la la la la la.
(Outside my window.)
La la la la la la.
(Live...live.)
(Outside, outside.)
(Outside my window.)
La la la la la la.
poem by Rebecca Ryan
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