Picture Poem #172 (From, This is my Wasteland)
Reflected heights
remembered
the empty glass flaxen
withholding
hope's spirit
like golden sunshine
in tinted azure sky
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Sunset Heighting Aire
Barley sixteen and half unseen,
Who in battle engaged and never gave up,
When a sunset heights the air,
Tree's swaying, standing bare,
Like in that there,
Place of feelings where-
A sunset heights the are
Half empty filling up the day,
Empty empty full of rays,
A sunset heights the air,
The menacing mighty wind where,
This there place of feelings was,
Half empty, half full.
poem by Rebecca Stansfield
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You're Gone
(HogarthKellyMosleyRotheryTrewavas)
You're gone. As suddenly as you came to me
Like nightfall followed dawn without a day between
You're gone and suddenly I can't see
I'm in the shadow of you
I'm in the shadow of you
I can see you in my minds rose-tinted eye..
Somewhere you're drifting by
Your heels rolling sparks on the lucky street
While here am I, left behind
Stunned and blind
But I can see you from here
I can see you so clear
You are the light
You are the light
You have the day
I have the night
But we have the early hours together
You're gone, and heaven cries.
A thunderstorm breaks from the northern sky
Chasing you back to the daily grind
You're gone. And where am I?
A haunted life
The ghost of your laughter
The half-empty glass
The half-empty glass
And I wait
'til midnight tolls
Two souls almost touching in the dark
I'll be allright
You are the light
You are the light
You have the day
I have the night
But we have the early hours
We have the early hours
We have the early hours together
song performed by by Marillion
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Eurotrash
We are nothing but Eurotrash
We take Plastic we take Cash
We are selling an image
Everything must go
I want you to know
You don't want the side effects
You wanna .com
Need simulated sex
We're selling you heaven
Prices down to a low
I thought you should know
It's all in your head
You're living a lie
There is nothing
Money can't buy
We are nothing but Eurotrash
We take Plastic and we take Cash
We sell our hearts second class
We slit our throats on tinted glass
We're silicon stitches
Reality bites hard
I want you to know
It's all in your head
You're living a lie
There is nothing Money can't buy
We are nothing but Eurotrash
We take Plastic we take Cash
We sell our hearts second class
We slit our throats on tinted glass
We are,We are,We are,We are,...
It's all in your head
You're living a lie
There is nothing Money can't buy
The future is here
Dreams have no end
Everything must go
We are nothing but Eurotrash
We take Plastic we take Cash
We sell our hearts second class
We slit our throats on tinted glass
song performed by by Zeromancer
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My Sunshine!
Sunshine, come out.
Sunshine, don't hide.
Sunshine, never pout.
Sunshine, be my guide.
Sunshine, love me sweet.
Sunshine, my heart is yours.
Sunshine, give me your heat.
Sunshine, open my doors.
Sunshine, take my hand.
Sunshine, don't leave me.
Sunshine, dry my sand.
My Sunshine, you'll always be.
poem by Tammie LeeAnn Thrasher
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2011/03/30 Sun-Bleached Blue
A brilliant blue sky in sea-side holiday style
with golden dollops of sunshine awakened
memories of good times, then I broke down,
admitted I am not a visionary who can keep
herself happy, I need the sun and sky, the
azure horizon and velvet green of trees
Without these props my smile comes at a
cost, the beauty of today a gift reminding
me how much I missed the sun-bleached
blue during past grey weeks, thrown back
on my imagination for sustenance, casting
about for a happy vision to replace
A glorious golden sun – the only face that
really fills the empty spaces in my life –
I might have over-identified with the sun-
beam imagery of childhood catechism,
now to replace the power of the sun in
my array of positive symbols – shall I
Still grow away from the sun in my
current life – no, not while its touch
means so much to me…
poem by Margaret Alice
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Street Art
I don't want to know A car's make or breed
I'm not really concerned About its maximum speed
Just so long As the windows are clean
And the duco is smooth As silken sheen
So I can watch As I do pass
The surroundings reflected In the glass
A curve and a bump Can distort the view
And force you to see The image as new
And if the glass is not thoroughly Uniform
Warped surrealistic patterns There can form
Clouds in the roof Reflected lie
On the bonnet a building Towers into the sky
A car passes by And it can feel
Like a movie moving By on wheels
poem by Peter Elliott
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Fear Brings Fame
I hope I become famous,
Like MLK,
Down by a bullet,
With still more to say.
I hope I'm remembered,
Like Saddam Hussein,
Loved is great,
But fear brings fame.
I hope I'm forgotten,
Like Mao Zedong,
After being forgotten,
Shits still all wrong.
I hope my chapter,
Is a lesson in terror,
Because good is remembered,
But fear lasts forever.
poem by Trevor Thompson
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Him and Sunshine
This morning she sees him
in the sunshine.
Having the day dream,
She is staying in that sunshine.
She is asking herself:
'Oh, my goodness!
I hope that sunshine
always in my wish
and don't want someone steal it'.
Thanks sunshine.
You're always in her heart.
poem by Natasa Tocuc
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Ohh Ye Sunshine
Ohh Ye Sunshine, Ohh Ye Sunshine
Why must i feel so cold in the day,
When u are beaming with such warmth,
Why must i feel so empty,
Yet u smile at me every moment,
Why must i continue on this long journey of life,
Yet i know u have been here longer then me with no complaints,
Ohh Ye Sunshine, Ohh Ye Sunshine
Why must i want to feel the warmth of another,
When u shed your rays of warmth on to me,
Why is it that i am so alone in this universe,
Yet i have u with me every day,
Why do i feel as if every one has abandoned me and left me to myself,
Yet u follow me without a secound thought,
Ohh Ye Sunshine, Ohh Ye Sunshine
It seems that you are the only one there thru my experiences,
Wether they be good or bad,
poem by Brad Combs
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Nothing Will Be As Wonderful
Nothing will be as wonderful, as that spring had been
the trees were full of flowers row upon row
the water in the channels reflected bright like glass
in the distance seagulls turned around a ship’s mast
flew away in lines above us.
Nothing will be as wonderful, as that spring had been
where your hand had fitted fine and precisely into mine
where I fell more intimately in love with you
the water in the channels reflected bright like glass
we had seen an otter splashing at rocks in the sea
while the boat floated recoiling over the sea.
Nothing will be as wonderful, as that spring had been
where now I reach in vain for you
and forever you are separated from me,
the water in the channels reflects bright like glass
while the hot spring rain, wash away my tears
with dire pain cutting through me;
nothing will be as wonderful, as that spring had been
the water in the channels reflects bright like glass.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sunshine Has Filled The Room
Sunshine has filled the room
with clear golden specks of dust.
I woke up and remembered,
dear, it was your birthday.
But far beyond my windows
snow has covered the ground,
And made me forget, so now to atone,
I sleep without dreams.
poem by Anna Akhmatova
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Please Reinstate Me Amongst Common Humanity
Oh, bring back my happiness
based on golden sunshine
green and yellow leaves
bathed in a golden light
against a beautiful
clear blue sky – take away
the gnawing fear
that these inabilities
you identified – to
manage a home
tidy and decorate,
makes me less
than a human being,
takes away my right
to be happy and content
in the golden autumn sunshine,
please reinstate me
amongst common
humanity…
poem by Margaret Alice
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Little Ray Of Sunshine
You’re the little ray of sunshine
when dark clouds cloud my mind,
that little ray of hope
when my mind is in despair.
When it gets unbearable,
you are always there
with a smile
to chase the gloom away.
You’re the little ray of sunshine
that awakens up my mind
from negative to positive
and makes my world fine.
You’re with me each day
come sunshine or rain
as a little ray of hope
to make things fine again.
That little ray of sunshine
every one of us needs.
3 August 2009
poem by David Harris
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Sonnet 12
Clouds rosy-tinted in the setting sun,
Depths of the azure eastern sky between,
Plains where the poplar-bordered highways run,
Patched with a hundred tints of brown and green, --
Beauty of Earth, when in thy harmonies
The cannon's note has ceased to be a part,
I shall return once more and bring to these
The worship of an undivided heart.
Of those sweet potentialities that wait
For my heart's deep desire to fecundate
I shall resume the search, if Fortune grants;
And the great cities of the world shall yet
Be golden frames for me in which to set
New masterpieces of more rare romance.
poem by Alan Seeger
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Fire and Ice Nature
Day and night poles apart flaming flame
Moods of the contrast to carry here on
Flowing their times until they are done
Something of feral for life to tame
Sunshine brings day but moon gleams the twilight
The moods to the dreams and fun at the sea
Everything's turning epoch's to be
Glowing of evenings and stars in bright
Icily cold till spring is green and tanned
With precious small flowers some blue and red
And golden sunshine from pure azure sky
Each wave from deep oceans on black beach sand
Weaving erosion to wilderness bed
To this fire and ice nature I can't say goodbye
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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This House Is Empty Now
(costello/bacharach)
These rooms play tricks upon you
Remember when they were always filled with laughter
But now theyre quite deserted
They seem to just echo voices raised in anger
Maybe you will see my face
Reflected there on the pane
In the window up above for long
In broken home
Yet this house is empty now
Theres nothing I can do
To make you want to stay
So tell me how am I supposed to live without you
These walls were lined with pictures
Remember the glass we charged in celebration
But now I fill my life up
With all that I can to deaden this sensation
Do you recognize the face
Fixed in that fine silver frame
Were you really so unhappy there
You never said
So this house is empty now
Theres nothing I can do to make you want to stay
So tell me how am I supposed to live without you
Oh, if I could just become forgetful
When night seems endless
Does the extinguished candle care
About the darkness
Its funny how the memory
Will bring you so close then make you disappear
Meanwhile all our friends must choose
Who they will favour, who they will lose
Hang the garland high, or close the door
Or throw away the key
This house is empty now
Theres no one living here
You have to care about
This house is empty now
Theres nothing I can do
To make you want to stay
So tell me how am I supposed to live without you
This house is empty now
This house is empty now
Theres nothing I can do
This house is empty now
This house is empty now
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Golden Rope
Fire is the color of my true loves hair
Near to the father sits his golden chair
By prayer and petition to the king on his left
Light is the burden that I bear
O so enchanting are these
Lovely chains that bind you
neath their deadly weight
The lords eye did find you
With fear and tremblin
Before the one with your wounds
Your eyes as empty as my savior tomb
Warm is the breath of his holy spirit
He who has ears to hear let m hear it
Torn were the hands of the worthy lamb
May you know his name and fear it
There you are hangin by the golden rope
There you lie no hope
song performed by by 16 Horsepower
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Good Day Sunshine
Good Day Sunshine
LennonMcCartney
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
I need to laugh, and when the sun is out
I've got something I an laugh about
I feel good, in a special way
I'm in love and it's a sunny day
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
We take a walk, the sun is shining down
Burns my feet as they touch the ground
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
Then we lie beneath a shady tree
I love her and she's loving me
She feels good, she know she's looking fine
I'm so proud to know that she is mine
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Sunshine(a song)
Shining so bright up in the sky
The brightest thing in the world
Other than you
Sunshine...
ooh oow oh
Sunshine...oh oh oh
You are the sunshine in my eyes
the light in my soul
Sunshine...
ooh oow oh
(chorus)
Moonlit nights
Sunshining days
Sunshine...Sunshine
oh oow oh
Sunshine...
Yea, yea, yea
Sunshine that never dies out
The way you look into my eyes
Burns just like the sunshine
Sunshine...oh oh oh oow
(chorus)
Baby...
The light in your eyes
Makes my heart melt
Like ice in the sun
Sunshine, sunshine, sunshine
oh oh oh
(chorus) x2
(sunshine, oh oh oh)
6\20\08
poem by Alexandria Rios
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Tinted Images
I remember tinted images
yellow and stained
in old wooden frames.
The glass was scratched and wavy.
They sat on a table next to a lamp
painted with naked cherubs.
The couch and chairs were covered in plastic.
I never asked why.
One day my father spilled his beer
no one panicked and I understood.
There were stories after dinner
with coffee and cigarettes.
I was young and don't recall them now.
We don't tell stories after dinner;
no one smokes anymore.
I have pictures in polished frames.
My couch is stained and the chairs are worn.
On a table next to the lamp
the one with naked cherubs
are the tinted images in the old wooden frames.
When the lamp is lit
I can see myself in the glass.
poem by Ronald Shields
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