Sad Is Just Sad
Sad is walking by flowers and not smelling them
passing a cool clear stream and not drinking from it
seeing only darkness among a sky of dazzling stars
having a family and always eatting alone
working 14 hour days and spending 5 minutes with children
watching tv on a sunny day
listening to hate music and not the birds singing
seeing only two colors black and white
thinking things only happen to others and not you
taking all the food you want but not eatting what you take
wishing for money instead of health and happiness
fooling everyone but yourself
sad is just that sad
poem by Vincent Armone
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What? ' by Talile Ali
Into the hallway
Out in the street
Into the subway
Something to eat
Over the crossway
down at the desk
minutes to hour
none of it rest
muscles are cramping
fingers are sore
memory lapsing
can't think no more
finally exit
down in the streets
people are sweaty
smell like bad meat
back thru the hallway
into the tub
fall on the sofa
eatting a sub
rubing my eyes
scatching my head
fade into darkness
something like dead
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poem by Talile Ali
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The Fish and the Sky
Once there was a fish living in a stream
Where water was clear and the surface gleam
Food was abundant and large predators away
The fish was passing happily its days
One day the fish looked up and noticed the sky
So blue and endless and free in its eyes
Suddenly it saw a flock of birds moving by
And immediately yearned that it itself could fly
With passing of time the fish’s desire grew
No longer with happiness its mind was ruled
It no more noticed clear water and surface gleam
Lack of predators and abundance of food became unimportant things
Finally the desire was too much for the fish to bear
So, it relentlessly jumped out of water into the air
In doing so the fish met its ultimate death
Devoured by a bird watching its crazy stunt.
poem by Henry Chen
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You & I
Words and music by john deacon
Music is playing in the darkness
And a lantern goes swinging by
Shadows flickering my hearts jittering
Just you and i
Not tonight come tomorrow
When evrythings sunny and bright (sunny and bright)
No no no come tomorrow cause then
Well be waiting in the moonlight
Well go walking in the moonlight
Walking in the moonlight
Laughter ringing in the darkness
People drinking for days gone by
Time dont mean a thing
When youre by my side
Please stay awhile
You know I never could forsee the future years
You know I never could see
Where life was leading me
But will we be together forever?
What will be my love?
Cant you see that I just dont know
No not tonight not tomorrow
Evrythings gonna be alright (sunny and bright)
Wait and see if tomorrow well be
As happy as were feeling tonight
Well go walking in the moonlight (well be happy)
Walking in the moonlight
I can hear the music in the darkness
Floating softly to where we lie
No more questions now
Lets enjoy tonight
(just you and I) just you and i
Just you and i
Cant you see that weve gotta be together
Be together just you and I just you and i
No more questions just you and i
song performed by by Queen
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Taking Time
i tried to ask myself what are days for
they always equate it with walking and the nights
always with sleep. Some have taken the courage
to redefine the colors.
black need not be dark, and white need
not be waking,
sleep would be pink at times
and twilight blue.
i do most of the thinking at night
when everyone hides in the darkness of their sleep.
there are colors and sounds and scents.
and i begin to love the variations,
the aberrations have become adventures
and no one in the house knows
no one understands what is happening to my
eyelids, my mouth does not speak
and my eyes,
having seen much, have desired days
to be the place for the dead,
the white mausoleums, the scents of the flowers
for the weary.
i sleep and dream at noontime and
nobody is there anymore to
mind. I am alone and i have began to love
this moment.
my day is dark. my night is light.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Short Supply
Where are
The sunny days
The blue skies
The flowers for the children
The colors for their eyes?
Dont you see
Dont you see
All these things now days
Come in short supply
Its time that we
Its time that we
Make a space in our hearts
And open our eyes
Where are
All the sandy beaches
Fishes in the sea
Birds to sing for daybreak?
Where are all the trees?
Dont you see
Dont you see
All these things now days
Come in short supply
Its time that we
Its time that we
Make a space in our hearts
And open our eyes
Where are all the grassy hilltops
Clean air to breathe
Pure water to drink of
Beautiful sights to see?
Dont you see
Dont you see
All these things now days
Come in short supply
Its time that we
Its time that we
Make a space in our hearts
And open our eyes
Or therell be no more you
Therell be no more me
Therell be no more children
All we know will cease to be
Dont you see
Dont you see
The things of this earth
Keep us alive
Its time that we
Its time that we
Make a space in our hearts
And open our eyes
Where are the sunny days?
Blue skies
The flowers for the children
All the colors for their eyes
All the sandy beaches
Fishes in the sea
All the birds to sing for daybreak
Where are
Where are
Where are all the trees?
Dont you see
All these things they come in short supply
Its time that we
Make a space inside our hearts
And open our eyes
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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We're All God's Children
Album: Peace In The Valley
Here comes a Baptist, here comes a Jew
There goes a Mormon and a Muslim too
I see a Buddist and a Hindu
I see a Catholic and I see you
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
You like the day, and I like the night
He's into country and he's isn't quit
There's folks on the left and the far right
But that doesn't mean that we have to fight
We're all god's children
All god's children
Yeah, We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
White folks, yellow folks, black and tan
On the same planet in the same plan
A feminist woman and a he man
We're all playin' the magic hand
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
Oh, We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
We're all god's children
All god's children
Yeah, We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
We're all god's children
All god's children
We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
Yeah, We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
We're all black and white
We're all precious in his sight
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
Why can't we all be
One big happy family...
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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In the Midnight Hour
When we meet
in the midnight hour
country girl
I will bring you night flowers
coloured like your eyes
in the moonlight
in the midnight
hour
I remember
Your cold hand
held for a moment among strangers
held for a moment among dripping trees
in the midnight hour
I remember
Your eyes coloured like the autumn landscape
walking down muddy lanes
watching sheep eating yellow roses
walking in city squares in winter rain
kissing in darkened hallways
walking in empty suburban streets
saying goodnight in deserted alleyways
in the midnight hour
Andy Williams singing `We'll keep a Welcome in the
Hillsides' for us
When I meet you at the station
The Beatles singing `We Can Work it Out' with James
Ensor at the harmonium
Rita Hayworth in a nightclub singing `Arcade Mia'
I will send you armadas
of love vast argosies of flowers
in the midnight hour
country girl
when we meet
in the moonlight
midnight
hour
country girl
I will bring you
yellow
white
eyes
bright
moon
light
mid
night
flowers
in the midnight hour.
poem by Adrian Henri
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Follin' Around
You're so beautiful, you just lay it on me
Foxy lady, you really are the greatest show in town
You want to play,
You wanna eat your cake and have it your way
You got it easy and you don't give a damn
Fooling around, you just keep fooling around with me.
Walking down the street, people watching closely
Such a tease, you can turn on any man you want
You masquerade,
You're the catch of the season every night and day
You, you, you don't have any time for me
You just keep fooling around with me.
Fooling around - everywhere I go you're the only,
Only, only sexy lady
Fooling around, all you do is keep me hanging around
You're really so hard to please
You've gotta really watch that, baby!
You just, you just, fooling around with me
You just, you just, fooling around with me
You keep fooling, you keep fooling
Fooling, fooling, fooling, fooling,
Fooling...
Want to play, but you always want it all your own way
You got it easy but you don't give a damn
Fooling around, you just keep fooling around with me.
You just keep fooling around with me, yeah
I'm a fool, fool, fool, fool for you baby,
Keep fooling around
I'm a fool, fool, fool, for you sexy baby,
Keep fooling around
I'm a fool, fool, fool, fool for you baby,
Keep fooling around
song performed by by Queen
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Tripping...
you go places
riding on a bus
transferring to a boat
sitting for a moment
on a port
seeing people disembarking
on a plank of wood
outside a launch
you see children lifted by their fathers
mothers with umbrella
sunny days
a line of green trees along the
seemingly endless road
more days to
circumnavigate an island
of white sands
night when you are alone with
everyone
staying for a while
checking their bags and
clothes
days are going fast
passing you by
on wish not to hold on any hour
you flow
like a river, yes always like a river
not a part of you wishing a clog
a barrier
you are like a rubber stretched
nothing snaps
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Yuletide
When cool Zephyr blows
In sunny days of December
Soothing my body and soul
I feel Christmas is near
When budding fruits and flowers
Ornament greenery of earth
Promising bright future ahead
I hear Christmas bells ringing somewhere,
Walking down snow covered streets
Luster of luminous lights adorn both sides
Wiping out darkness from my path
I know Christmas secret is unfolding,
Looking at beautiful folks
Occupied in making it special
Preparations, decorations everywhere
I see Christmas spirit spreading around.
When Santa and friends visit my vestibule
Singing carols and sharing sweets
Wishing this bliss, never wither away
I feel Christmas joy filling my heart.
Listening to holy mass
In milky silent holy night
Dear and near ones, close to heart
I pray may yuletide magic lasts a lifetime
poem by Nimmy.K Alilakuzhyil
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Spending Money
By: jimmy buffett and mac mcanally
(whistling)
Now Im not talking bout excessive greed
The kind that puzzled the scribes and pharisees
I dont worship it like a golden calf
But change in my pocket is always good for a laugh
Seen it brighten up the eyes of a child
It even makes the dalai lama smile
Its no relation to the meaning of life
Its a dang fool husband doesnt spring for his wife
A little spending money
Money to burn
Money that you did not necessarily earn
Rainy days seem to wind up sunny
Long as you got a little spending money
I got no financial conscience
Cant worry where it went
A lasting treasure a moment of pleasure
Worth in every cent
Coin or paper, silver or gold
All denominations nouveaux or old
Cant have a turkey without oyster dressing
Its the root of all evil the sum of your blessings
Dont need no armored car or time-locked vault
Dont need a shaker full, just a few grains of salt
You may get by looking good and being funny
But lifes a little less restrained with a little
Spending money
Money to burn
Money that you did not necessarily earn
Rainy days seem to wind up sunny
Long as you got a little spending money
Long as you got a little spending money
Oh give me some spending money
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Few Minutes in the Dark
A few minutes in the dark.
What kind of dark?
No light shining?
Depression?
A reality check?
A few minutes in the dark can change you.
Change you how?
Change your outlook of life?
Change your personality?
Cause you to sin?
A few minutes in the dark is dangerous.
How is it dangerous?
Swallow you up in fear.
Never feel happiness.
No more friends.
No more family.
No more love.
No more life.
No more light.
A few minutes in the dark is scary.
You see the evil in the world with no light.
You lose your light for a few minutes and soul dies.
You lose a person, a loved one, every single second.
You lose sight of them and they're gone forever.
A few minutes in the dark and you cant see anything.
No more things that coused you joy or filled with love.
A few minutes in the dark.
It takes only 30 seconds for a child to be kidnapped.
Then after that, they fall to the darkness.
Soul burned out, and love gone.
Another life fallen to the darkness.
A few minutes in the dark.
When you left the light, there is no turning back.
A few minutes in the dark, and you lose sight.
Lose sight of the light.
See what happens in the dark?
A few minutes in the dark.
Causes death.
A breakup between lovers and one points a gun to their head.
A few minutes in the dark and you die.
The light will be sealed from you along memories.
Memories of light and love.
The two things the dark can never have.
Light and love.
A few minutes in the dark.
And you cant remember your friends.
Did you even have friends?
A few minutes in the dark can change your way of thinking.
Reminding you of death at every corner.
You wander forever not ever finding the light.
A few minutes in the dark will change you forever.
Happiness always has its sadness.
Sadness always has its happiness.
Where there is life, there is death waiting around the corner.
Where there is death, there is life some where waiting.
Death is darkness.
You cant find your light if you cant handle a few minutes in the dark.
And maybe people are still stuck in the dark and we dont notice.
Reach your hand out and show them the light.
Everyone around us may look happy but they dont see the light.
A few minutes in the dark is a very sad place to be in.
Your blinded and confused.
you dont feel love and people all around us will always be in the dark,
waiting for a friend to pull them out.
There will be better days
poem by Natalie Vail
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Rather Hate You Than Love You
I would rather hate you than love you
Because there are some things that I can’t go through
I would rather hate you than love you
Because I know I can’t stand it if you turn up not being you
I would rather hate you than love you
Instead of spending days and nights crying over you
I would rather hate you than love you
Instead of wondering where you are and what you do
I would rather hate you than love you
Instead of thinking if you feel the same about me as I about you
I would rather hate you than love you
Instead of questioning you and whether your love is true
I would rather hate you than love you
Instead of seeing you smile for another as if I meant nothing to you
I would rather hate you than love you
Instead of making plans for an Us without a U
I would rather hate you than love you
Instead of torturing myself for feeling the way that I do
I would rather hate you than love you
Instead of counting the days until I again see you
I would rather hate you than love you
Instead of hating every woman because they cannot be you
I would rather hate you than love you
If I could have everyone but could not have you
poem by Stephen Dantes
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When Days Get Long
I
When summer days get extremely long
the sky becomes a much deeper hue,
a myriad of birds fill the cobalt blue,
constantly singing their gorgeous song
it is as if everything do belong
to the coming spring, are singing true
like some beautiful birds and insects do,
while colourful swarming in their great throng
over the gentle meadow and the valley
filling the tranquil grey evening sky
softly singing a sweet kind of medley
while in jubilance they still do fly
over fields of hay and fields of barley,
sunny day after sunny day pass by.
II
Sunny day after sunny day pass by
with almost a kind of smothering heat
the fields, the open veldt and dirt road lie
far to hot to tread with just bare feet.
Everything shimmers, the poplars that rears
like huge fingers pointing to the sun,
massive broad oak trees of many years
and grass and flowers where life has just begun
glitters in a new emerald green sheen,
the wind rustles things touching one by one
as if finding things where there had not been,
between huge black boulders rocks and stone
the sun blazes on every day the same,
I see the sun making wings of hot flame.
III
I see the sun making wings of hot flame
on the few white clouds in dazzling colours
and in the west there are some small wild game
drinking water while the evening hours
brings the white and blue stars out dazzling clear
with night predators in the pitch black sky
and some more wild game are drawing near,
I hear the hyenas laughing, wild dogs cry,
the growls of lions, the howling of jackals,
I get the smells of the earth and the bush,
I hear some leopards growling, their calls
that are where they are lying in ambush,
at night the predators are hunting prey,
making a living in the dying day.
IV
Making a living in the dying day
swarms of birds fly calling with flapping wings
poplars, cedars and many trees do sway
while the twilight is grey, full of life, brings
as if by some magic, all at play
flying leaves, bats insects and flying things
with a few that lonesome away stray,
most are flying to nests in trees that swings
and eventually places of rest receives
the many small things that are fluttering,
the wind settles among the moving leaves,
the numerous evening birds start to sing
until the full moon shines its silver rays,
when night fades slowly as on other days.
V
When night fades slowly as on other days,
man is still bound by nature and destiny
to the world in which he works and plays
as it probably will be to eternity.
The yellow sun, the cobalt blue heaven
is like it has been from its very birth
with its joyous bright splendour even
like any other day upon this earth
but a time will come when man will be free
from all death and all kinds of destruction
from heartache, the sorrows that he see
with a new amazing introduction
to a place that’s holy, pure and bright;
now suddenly it is silver twilight.
VI
Now suddenly it is silver twilight
and the sheer darkness of night flees away
before the coming new breaking day
with the blazing sheer redness of sunlight
constantly reflecting against the bright
unclouded sky open in its solid grey
with the red blossoming as if its to stay
and in the veldt guinea fowl flees in fright
while a small jackal laughs out its delight
and the few milling dark clouds do stray
before a strong wind as if in spite
and through bushes and grass rocking it plays
churning up eddies before going out of sight
while the hot sun rises with its golden rays.
VII
While the hot sun rises with its golden rays,
you come from a country where rivers meander
where the rain sieves down for many days
where some beautiful wild birds do wander
in lush overgrown tranquil water-meadows,
far away from the busy big city,
filled with thick green living hedgerows
where many bright wild flowers are pretty
but I still do wonder what you will see
in a land where vicious savage beasts
have no civility and do roam free
where the natives have very weird feasts,
where the flaming sun does spare no one,
when summer days get extremely long.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Learn To Like
School yourself to savour most
Joys that have but little cost;
Prove the best of life is free,
Sun and stars and sky and sea;
Eager in your eyes to please,
Proffer meadows, brooks and trees;
Nature strives for your content,
Never charging you a cent.
Learn to love a garden gay,
Flowers and fruit in rich array.
Care for dogs and singing birds,
Have for children cheery words.
Find plain food and comfort are
More than luxury by far.
Music, books and honest friends
Outweigh golden dividends.
Love your work and do it well,
Scorning not a leisure spell.
Hold the truest form of wealth
Body fit and ruddy health.
Let your smile of happiness
Rustic peace serenely stress:
Home to love and heart to pray--
Thank your God for every day.
poem by Robert William Service
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Walking In The Rain
I want him and I need him
And someday, someway
I'll meet him
He'll be kind of shy and real good looking too
And I'll be certain he's my guy
By the things he'll like to do
Like walking in the rain
And wishing on the stars up above
And being so in love
When he's near me I'll kiss him
And when he leaves me
I'll miss him
Though sometimes we'll fight
I won't really care, I know it's gonna be all right
'Cause we've got so much to share
Like walking in the rain
And wishing on the stars up above
And being so in love
Jonny, no he'll never do
Harvey, no, it isn't him, too
They would never, no they'd never, never, ever love
Walking in the rain
Wishing on the stars up above
Being so in love
Where can he be?
I'm still wishing
Where can he be?
song performed by by Erasure
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Spring's Best of Show
The set is ready and everything is fine
the weather is perfect and so divine
The media is waiting holding their breath
The flowers of spring will show their best
It's spring time and the colors stands out from all the rest
Mothers are walking their strollers in the parks
From mouths of mothers and babes alike
There comes a chorus of oohs and aahs
The sunlight glows and flowers will grow
Spring time is showing its best of show
The colors are everywhere standing out
Beauty in nature there is not doubts
Children are playing and singing songs
The family picnic is coming on real strong
The trees are greening and the plants are growing tall
Soon more will add to this bountiful affair
Summer this year will be such a wonderful time
Baseball and games to the children's delight
With the dance of colors to start off the show
Spring is here and see all the colors so dear
So come on out to the gardens and parks and cheer! ! !
poem by Michael Brock
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A summers day of bliss.
In the summer I sit on my swing listening,
just listening to everything I could
possibly hear.
The closest thing I could hear is the swift stream
running with such beauty that I envy it.
I'm sitting on my swing which is hung over the stunning stream
of the wondrous Auvergne.
Little swirls start circling my feet as I dip my pink toes
into the cool water.I listen as merry birds overhead swoop and glide
over me without taking a glance at me.
Once the sun starts too set I start wandering to my Favourite place in my resort...The bridge
As I slowly reach the bridge taking all the time I need I start to feel the sand under my feet and the glow from the setting sun.
I was at the core of my resort, The sun was making the beautiful stream sparkle like a diamond as it flowed around my feet and then escaped around me and drifted down the small waterfall.I sat there for a moment on a bank next to the waterfall watching as the sun slowly escaped my sight.
poem by Nelly Wilder
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A rhine-land drinking song
If our own life is the life of a flower
(And that's what some sages are thinking),
We should moisten the bud with a health-giving flood
And 'twill bloom all the sweeter--
Yes, life's the completer
For drinking,
and drinking,
and drinking.
If it be that our life is a journey
(As many wise folk are opining),
We should sprinkle the way with the rain while we may;
Though dusty and dreary,
'Tis made cool and cheery
With wining,
and wining,
and wining.
If this life that we live be a dreaming
(As pessimist people are thinking),
To induce pleasant dreams there is nothing, meseems,
Like this sweet prescription,
That baffles description--
This drinking,
and drinking,
and drinking.
poem by Eugene Field
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What Makes Life Miserable!
What makes our life miserable?
Is it foot habits, or thought’s trouble?
Unhygienic food, sleepless nights or tiresome life
Or poverty, undernourishment or life riddled with strife
Even tree leaves fall in due process
Any business may fail if have no good access
Life may even end if not provided happiness
No shine can appear simply on face
Some of the good things can happen with little care
Addiction to any bad things can lead us no where
It will not only spoil good health but lave no room to spare
Death will be hastened and put whole family to scare
We have seen disastrous results from polluted air
It may have slow poison effect even on hair
The deadly smoke from puffs may dull the lungs
Life will be imbalanced and simply hung
All habits are good for leading a descent way
That may help you to stay within and not drag you away
Reasonable accommodation with good behavior is lovely example
Happy leading and joyous life can make it memorable
You be addicts to natural things
Think of birds with strong wings
Look at sky and stars with their greatness
How much good feeling we have at their vastness
We should not limit or curtail ourselves
Attempt should not be made to aggravate the health with stress
What would happen if you remain addiction free?
Life will grow with all green branches like tree
Not only life will be made comfortable to family members
Your contribution and care will be remembered
Addiction may not only spoil the cord of family bond
But dry up every resources that is within like pond
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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