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The sky is Western Covered sky dark for half the canopy is covered up the smell of rain filters down some conflicting with the surroundings the landscaping the hey fever springing here nearby. The birds were swimming in the sky the western sky with wings folded they glide then extend the wings again then fold them back confused by the wind in western sky. They glide then fly then glide. The poet however must walk than lamely then halting lame he walks under the western sky rain never falls but clouds roll out of the valley walls but back they come as poet walks. He walks and as he limps along he notices them the gliding flying birds are gone.
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poem by Charles Hice
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Western Union
(words & music by tepper - bennet)
Western union
Oh, western union clickety clack
I had a fight with my baby
Ooh how sorry I am
She wont talk to me no how
Im gonna send a telegram
Western union oh yeah
Send my lovin baby back to me
She wont open my letters
She wont answer the phone
When Im a-ringin her doorbell
She says there aint nobody home
Western union oh yeah
Send my lovin baby back to me
Western union oh yeah
Send my lovin baby back to me
I love you is my message
Just three words and no more
If she wont let you deliver
Slip it underneath her door
Western union oh yeah
Send my lovin baby back to me
Western union oh yeah
Send my lovin baby back to me
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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As I have pointed out, it is the Christian tradition that is the most fundamental element in Western culture. It lies at the base not only of Western religion, but also of Western morals and Western social idealism.
quote by Christopher Dawson
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Now You're Here
No, we don’t care where you come from
Now you’re here
No, we don’t care where you come from
Have a beer
We don’t care if you are black or white or
Of another hue
Now you’re here in Western Sydney
Now you’re part of Western Sydney
Now all over Western Sydney
We love you.
We are very proud of our diversity
Out on the streets it’s very clear to see
We don’t care if you’re a Christian or a Jew
Or a Bhuddist or Islamic or Hindu
‘Cos we don’t care where you come from
We don’t care where you come from
We don’t care where you come from
Now you’re here.
We’re very proud of long history
And we pay respect to Aborigines
And there’s just one thing I’ll tell ya
Yes, to you and other fellas
That we don’t care where you come from
Now you’re here.
No, we don’t care where you come from
Now you’re here
No, we don’t care where you come from
Have a beer
We don’t care if you are black or white or
Of another hue
Now you’re here in Western Sydney
Now you’re part of Western Sydney
Now all over Western Sydney
We love you.
We’re proud of where we are going
You can see
We’re using all our creativity
To build a better future
And we’ll get there soon we betcha
‘Cos we don’t care where you come from
Now you’re here.
No, we don’t care where you come from
Have a beer
We don’t care if you are black or white or
Another hue
Now you’re here in Western Sydney
Now you’re part of Western Sydney
Now all over Western Sydney
We love you.
Now you’re here in Western Sydney
Now you’re part of Western Sydney
Now all over Western Sydney
We love you.
poem by David Keig
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Bring Her Again, O Western Wind
Bring her again, O western wind,
Over the western sea!
Gentle and good and fair and kind,
Bring her again to me!
Not that her fancy holds me dear,
Not that a hope may be:
Only that I may know her near,
Wind of the western sea!
poem by William Ernest Henley
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The Western Wind.
The western wind
so hot for me to bear
so cold for me to fear
the brat icared for
caried away by the wind
too haevy for me to carry
too light for me to leave
weighty as an iron rod
free from the control of human
The western wind!
the cold in it i adore
the heat in it i can't absorb
fresh to change a rough life
swift and calm do i admire it
the passion in it do i aspire
the joy in it do i require
too expensive for me acquire
though it is my greatest desire
to be carried away by the swift western wind
and never to return
The western wind! !
of which affection tends to be hot
but whose attention seems to be cold
it brought me to a junction of faint decision
I do not know which path to tread
The western wind
my greatest desire and my highiest panic.
poem by Kumolu Ayowale
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Walks in the Rain
My walks in the rain
Have meaning
Its quite
Soothing
Relaxful
My walks in the rain
Are meant for only me
I walk in the puddles
And wish for things i want
My walks in the rain
Are special to me
No other i know
Enjoys the meaning of them
My walks in the rain
Are only for me
poem by Joelstine Gonzaga
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Poem about Poetry - Chinese poets versus Western Poets
the chinese poet, his characters (calligraphy) help
set out images the western poets
look for words to show
the chinese poet, his characters help him
spread out his feelings and thoughts
the way a painting does
some meanings are trapped in his
pictographs that twirl and swirl over the page,
while some are reenforced
they show the schooled from the mediocre
the western poet, every cadence of the word
he has learnt since childhood determines his 'pedigree'
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Normatively the Western universalist belief posits that people throughout the world should embrace Western values, institutions, and culture because they embody the highest, most enlightened, most liberal, most rational, most modern, and most civilized thinking of humankind. In the emerging world of ethnic conflict and civilizational clash, Western belief in the universality of Western culture suffers three problems: it is false; it is immoral; and it is dangerous.
quote by Samuel P. Huntington
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The Western poet and writer of romance has exactly the same kind of difficulty in comprehending Eastern subjects as you have in comprehending Western subjects.
quote by Lafcadio Hearn
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Luke Havergal
Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal,
There where the vines cling crimson on the wall,
And in the twilight wait for what will come.
The leaves will whisper there of her, and some,
Like flying words, will strike you as they fall;
But go, and if you listen she will call.
Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal—
Luke Havergal.
No, there is not a dawn in eastern skies
To rift the fiery night that’s in your eyes;
But there, where western glooms are gathering,
The dark will end the dark, if anything:
God slays Himself with every leaf that flies,
And hell is more than half of paradise.
No, there is not a dawn in eastern skies—
In eastern skies.
Out of a grave I come to tell you this,
Out of a grave I come to quench the kiss
That flames upon your forehead with a glow
That blinds you to the way that you must go.
Yes, there is yet one way to where she is,
Bitter, but one that faith may never miss.
Out of a grave I come to tell you this—
To tell you this.
There is the western gate, Luke Havergal,
There are the crimson leaves upon the wall.
Go, for the winds are tearing them away,—
Nor think to riddle the dead words they say,
Nor any more to feel them as they fall;
But go, and if you trust her she will call.
There is the western gate, Luke Havergal—
Luke Havergal.
poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson
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Luke Havergal
Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal,
There where the vines cling crimson on the wall,
And in the twilight wait for what will come.
The leaves will whisper there of her, and some,
Like flying words, will strike you as they fall;
But go, and if you listen she will call.
Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal—
Luke Havergal.
No, there is not a dawn in eastern skies
To rift the fiery night that’s in your eyes;
But there, where western glooms are gathering,
The dark will end the dark, if anything:
God slays Himself with every leaf that flies,
And hell is more than half of paradise.
No, there is not a dawn in eastern skies—
In eastern skies.
Out of a grave I come to tell you this,
Out of a grave I come to quench the kiss
That flames upon your forehead with a glow
That blinds you to the way that you must go.
Yes, there is yet one way to where she is,
Bitter, but one that faith may never miss.
Out of a grave I come to tell you this—
To tell you this.
There is the western gate, Luke Havergal,
There are the crimson leaves upon the wall.
Go, for the winds are tearing them away,—
Nor think to riddle the dead words they say,
Nor any more to feel them as they fall;
But go, and if you trust her she will call.
There is the western gate, Luke Havergal—
Luke Havergal.
poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson from The Children of the Night (1897)
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Ceiling
he walks down
and i walk up
he walks down
and i walk up
he walks down
and i walk up
we look into each
other and that's
just what we do
everyday
poor me
when am i induced
to be another
racist
he walks down
and i walk up
he walks down
and i walk u
that's what we do
day after day
letting our eyes
do the poor talking
whose fault?
whose fault?
i keep asking
the ceiling
in the nights
why why why?
i ask the ceiling
the answer comes
back in an overhanging
overbearing wordliness
the ceiling
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Your Great Works Are In Silence Born..!
a prelude-:
we have been trained from ageless past to view'night and darkness' with a sort of aversion, fear and animosity.
night and darkness have been treated as 'antonyms' or 'opposites royal' to 'day and light'.
darkness has always been symbolized with ignorance.
day and night have been portrayed as the sworn enemies of the first order-one ready to pounce upon the other with flexed muscles to devour or demolish or drive away the other.
why such a view point?
could there be any disharmony in 'nature'?
why not shift our angle of vision, broaden our weighty narrowness on nature's beautiful back?
why not look kindly at' night' which gives rest to our tired limbs, fills our closed eyes with colourful dreams and rejuvenates our spirits?
why not consider ' day and night ' as ' true friends ' each performing with utmost sincerity the complementary tasks ordained by 'nature ' in the most friendly way-one taking leave of the other with heartfelt affection and the other saying ' good-bye ' with tearful eyes?
we should understand that ' light and shadow are inseparable-playing hide and seek with each other.
there is a faint light which our eyes can discern even in pitch-dark nights.
then why not give expressions to such a feeling of friendliness in a verse forgetting our own creations of fear.?
also, while nature's great constructive works blossom in solemn silence without any pomp and noise, her roaring deeds like tempest, floods, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, etc., end up in devastation and misery.
now please read my poem.
Dawn gently touches the Night with a ray of Light-
' Rest, my dear, your duty is over ! '
And to her western cave slowly walks the Night
Upon his wings the Wind takes the message of the Day
' Get up, Birds and Buds!
Yet another marvellous Day is at the Eastern skies! '
' Ho..ho..hurraah ho! '-
Full-throated birds welcome the day with flashing wings
The dreamy Flowers see-off the Stars to their heavenly homes
Slips the bashful Moon down the Western slopes;
' Mankind! roll-up your sleep to welcome the Day! '-trumpet theCocks;
Ethereal Clouds throng the horizon to salute the Sun;
Night says ' Good- Bye! '
Day kisses her forehead in affection;
Upon this Earth the Greenery in ecstasy dance;
Now the Colours calmly parade in the Skies
And the waves of Joy lap the hearts all around;
In solemn glory the golden Sun
Amidst welcome sounds bursts forth!
' O.. Mighty Nature!
Your Greatest Works Are In Silence Born! '
O the Marvellous Artist!
How to name my Swelling Joy..! '
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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The Poet Walks Alone In The Night
THE POET WALKS ALONE IN THE NIGHT
The Poet walks alone in the night-
He is happy.
The Dark has a certain Beauty-
The Light has a certain Beauty-
The Sky has a certain Beauty-
The stars.
The Poet walks alone in the night-
Beauty.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Covered In Rain
These days, with the world getting colder,
She spends more time sleeping over
Than I planned.
Tonight were gonna order in,
Drinking wine and watch some cnn.
Its dark I know but then again
Its the brightest thing I got
When Im covered in rain
When Im covered in rain, rain, rain, rain
No, I am covered in rain, rain
Firewoods to fire places
Summer snow and fallen places
Now were people watching other people, people watching you and i
Standing by the missing signs at the cvs by the checkout line
Put your tiny hands in mine
Cause your the brightest thing I got
When youre covered in rain
Cause Im covered in rain
Cause Im covered in rain
No Im covered in rain
And its alright
If you dont want to go on
And its alright
If you dont want to be alone
And its alright
If you dont want to go home
Come december lydia left
Mentioned something about it being for the best
And I cant say I disagree
Now Im standing facing west
Tracing my fingers round a silhouette
I havent gotten used to yet
But its the brightest thing I got
And Im covered in rain
Cus Im covered in rain
Cus Im covered in rain
You and me and everyone, covered in rain
song performed by by John Mayer
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I'm not Ang Lee who knows so much about western market and the taste of western audiences.
quote by Zhang Yimou
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I'd love to do a Western. A real Western like John Ford used to do. There's not too many of them made, so I don't know if I'll ever get to do that. They're awfully hard movies to make.
quote by Dennis Farina
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Why do Birds Chirp in the Trees?
why do little birds chirp so loud in the trees
in the early morn the sun a yellow fiery
globe inching its greeting up the eastern sky?
it is because of the the little birds' excitements
for adventures of the new day
where their wings would take them for worms
for mates, for games, for the breeze in the air
why do birds chirp so loud in the trees at the close of day
the sun a fiery red globe gliding through the coppice western sky
it is because they wish to share their adventures of the day
chiding each other to prove who have taken the most worms
the new mates they have come to know
and where they should head the next day
why do birds stay so quiet in the night
the moon a golden disc keeping watch over foes?
it is because God has pulled a blanket over
their mind so that they can rest and
find strength when the sun starts lighting up a new day
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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What is the thread of western civilization that distinguished its course in history? It has to do with the preoccupation of western man with his outward command and his sense of superiority.
quote by Arthur Erickson
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Far And Away
Far and away
In Gaia's dew you hide
Far and away
In ethereal mist you glide
Far and away
Through regions of natures rim
Far and away
Until the western ocean grows dim
Far and away
You travel through villages of yore
Far and away
Deep into the essence core
Far and away
'Til Hermes has lived life to full
Far and away
Distance tries it's magnetic pull...
poem by Theodora Onken
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