Sleeping Giants Do Roar Greatly Defiant
'T is I who write in the bleak of night
When Shadow lurks and Barrows fright
But have I yet to write my heart,
To venture where I would to never depart?
My last love, my only and first, the Sea
What joy it did bring to me, what sorrow
For I've done wrong to leave it
But were he able, he'd come to me
I've given the Sea a name unknown
I've given the Sea my works full-blown
Or have I yet to show him any sympathy?
For he is trapped, watching over they and thee
I'm so free-yet says the Sea: he is not
To stop and think that there bellows the forgot:
'T is the Sea who wavers not on his time
Who does work and wastes no water blowing rhymes
I love the Sea, but has he seen me,
Standing on distant shore, as he before told me?
I shall not bother a sleeping giant:
For sleeping giants do greatly roar defiant
poem by Annie Cordelia Adams
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Little Angels Are Sleeping
mechanical bulbs light
shines a seeing light
not to fierce or bright
for this small desk site
so I may write by night
by a cast artificial light
little angels are sleeping
they return to me creeping
once or twice for kisses
for their good night kisses
after their first off to bed
younger first then elder
then kisses cuddles fed
they depart again for bed
to rest a weary little head
where now is their sleepy mother
in precious moments of no bother
why she is happily watching the tv
to my work she always leaves me free
I am here for you as you are for me
when I sleep my wishes watch over thee
so twinkle twinkle little star near or far
worry not for I am as near as I am far
with love for you where ever you are
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Trapped Today, Trapped Tomorrow
The days are gone when the girls
Used to kiss his nose
To wake him up in the morning
He looks at his wife once she was young
But now shes older
Than himself and all that happend without warning
Trapped today, trapped tomorrow
Trapped in love, and trapped in sorrow
Sorry my train, wont stop at your station
Trapped today, trapped tomorrow
Trapped in love, and trapped in sorrow
Sorry my train, wont stop at your station
And no explanations
The days are gone when the boys
Used to bring her flowers every night
Just to please her
There was this man, now shes his wife.
Theyve got two kids
He works from 9 to 5
He put her in a freezer
Trapped today, trapped tomorrow...
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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Love Is Only Sleeping
She looked at me
And the emptiness in her eyes was cruel to see
Then she turned away and said,
Once I loved, but love is dead
And I whispered, sometimes love is only sleeping
She said, I cannot cry
And I cannot give or feel or even try
And her voice was hard and cold
Then her sweet young face looked old
And I whispered, sometimes love is only sleeping
Through the endless days and nights
Could not help but wrap herself in sorrow (sorrow)
Through the endless days and nights
She waited for a shiny new tomorrow
Love was sleeping, sleeping
She looked at me
And her smiling tears were warm and sweet and free
And the moonlight kissed her eyes
As it mingled with our sighs
And she whispered, sometimes love is only sleeping
And she whispered, sometimes love is only sleeping
Only sleeping...
song performed by by Monkees
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My love lays sleeping
My love lays sleeping
~
Sleep eludes me
My thoughts play on
Into the quiet of the night
A whispered chatter of thoughts
Fill my restless mind
~
My love lays sleeping
Beside me, safe
While I sit writing
I write of her beauty
The gentle nature of her soul
I write as if to say
How much I love her
~
What I would give
To see into her dreams
And gift them all to her
That she may smile and laugh
And share in this love
As though to dream forevermore
~
Sleep eludes me
My love lays sleeping
Sleep on sweet beauty
poem by Matthew Holloway
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If I Have Told You Before
People are sleeping with people's wives and they say it is love,
People are flirting around and they say it is love,
But try to look around you and see whether it is love;
For anytime i call for one, another do fall.
If i have told you before,
Ypou could have learnt from your mistakes,
So judge the things around you and see whether they are right;
for i am a man with the pen and i do write of all the things around me.
Beware of yesterday because it is full of the sadness of the past!
And do tell me how you felt after looking around you;
If i have told you before you would not have believed it,
But these are mere flirts among us.
Like the sleeper,
They always go around looking for more;
But i think the apple didn't fall far from the tree,
But somebody rather did pluck it!
Why be in a hurry my friend? !
But when people are almost naked,
They say that it is beautiful;
All in the name a modern state of mind.
But who will wear the crown when,
You are sleeping around with somebody's wife?
Yes life is for a passion but,
Sleeping with somebody's wife isn't the answer.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Wonder 'Bout
Everyday, everyday, everday
Late at night, I think about you sometimes
I don't cry, I wonder if you're alright
Late at night, I think about you sometimes
Wonder why, I wonder if you're alright,
Thinking of the love we made
Round and round,
Now you're gone
Now you're back again
Confusing true love and pain
Threw me down
Now I'm back on my feet again
Are you asleep
Or are you still afraid of the dark?
Hugs and Kisses, pictures and romances,
Things that I wish I could do without
How many nights did I wonder in the dark,
Counting secrets of my heart,
Now and then, I wonder 'bout,
Whose seeing sleeping with you now,
How many times did I kiss you in the dark?
Watching memories depart
Then again I wonder 'bout
But I don't give a damn about you.
Say goodbye the pleasures really so mine
Keep in mind, I think about you sometimes
I'm alright, I think about you when...
Turn this light into a singer's delight
Living in a house of pain
Round away and I'm glad that I ran away
Rather be out in the rain,
Now I understand why my mother ran away.
There's no use asking,
When did I start acting like such a jerk (you too)
Washing dishes, birthday wishes, watching baseball matches,
The other future that I wonder 'bout.
So many things I wish I didn't Wonder 'Bout
How many nights did I wonder in the dark,
Counting secrets of my heart,
Now and then, I wonder 'bout,
Whose seeing sleeping with you now,
How many times did I kiss you in the dark?
Watching memories depart
Then again I wonder
But I betcha, I betcha don't give a damn about
How many nights did I wonder in the dark,
Counting secrets of my heart,
Now and then, I wonder 'bout,
Whose seeing, sleeping with you now,
How many times did I kiss you in the dark?
Watching memories depart
Then again I wonder 'bout
But I don't give a damn about you.
Everyday...everyday
How many nights did I wonder in the dark,
Counting secrets of my heart,
Now and then, I wonder 'bout,
Whose seeing, sleeping with you now,
How many times did I kiss you in the dark?
Watching memories depart
Then again I wonder 'bout
But I don't give a damn about you.
song performed by by Utada Hikaru
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Enthusiasm
I love the old Greek view –
within each of us
the god lies sleeping;
a sweet sleep, full of refreshment,
as snug as a bug in a rug
or Arthur, all his knights around,
under the green hills of Avalon;
we, each of us full of all Olympus;
gods, sleeping as a mother does,
always an ear for the slightest sound
of those they love;
the gods love us,
how could they not
and of those slightest sounds
it’s fire – the fire of speech –
that wakes their might;
they love a stirring speech
and in an instant,
throw all their mighty powers
at the service of the things we truly love –
so, as they work their mighty work,
may go without sleep for days,
drink only the sweet water of our love,
move heaven and earth
to please what pleases them and pleases us;
the good; the true; the beautiful;
how their eyes shine.
sleeping too,
between the pages of the dictionary
and our routined life
is the name by which we call them from their sleep;
the name which they themselves
then roar out a thousand stirring times as loud;
the name by which we know ourselves,
know us as they, and they as us
and as they stir in us
we know ourselves as gods
there is not one of you, of us, who does not know
and recognise its name; our name;
enthusiasm.
the god within
poem by Michael Shepherd
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If You Have To Go Away
When I was a younger
I used to dream a lot
Staring into my coffee
About how youd love me
And write me poetry
And want to be with me, yeah
Well, momma done told me
You might wander far, yeah
But nobody warned me
The road would own your heart
And so Im saying
If you have to go away
I will be waiting by the phone
And if you have to go away
Ill put your records on
Pretend youre still at home
Now that Im older
I sit at home a lot
With the kid weve got, yeah
The radios playing
He really loves his wife
I hear the d.j. saying
Well momma done told me
You might wander far, oh
As long as you hold me
More than you hold that guitar
Ill keep on saying
If you have to go away
Ill leave your shoes beside the bed
And if you have to go away
Ill want to be with you
Ill be with me instead
If you have to go away
I wont be sleeping very well
But if you have to go away
Ill be loving you
Till its cold in hell
Maybe youll write me this time
Maybe youll call on a static line
Saying dont you ever worry your pretty mind
Cause you and me are gonna be fine
And so Im saying
If you have to go away
I will be waiting by the phone
And if you have to go away
Ill put your records on
Pretend youre still at home
If you have to go away
Ill leave your shoes beside the bed
And if you have to go away
Ill want to be with you
Ill be with me instead
If you have to go away
I wont be sleeping very well
But if you have to go away
Ill be loving you
Ill be loving you
If you have to go away
song performed by by Amy Grant
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A Song About You
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
I would write about how
You’re all I can every think about
How you flood my dreams each night
How thinking of you takes my breath away
When I look up to the satellites
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
I would write about how
The long lost butterflies returned
How I hope my number you’ll dial
And how your memory smothers me with smiles
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
I would write about how
You were the only one
Who had enough of me to break my heart
And when love took over my heart
You tore it all apart.
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
I would write about how
I gave you my heart
Caught up in the thought
That we were off to a great start
But how you threw a damn dart
Right into the center of my heart
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
About how you crushed my heart
Not bothering to look back.
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
poem by Jess Schwarcz
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Farewell My Love
Farewell my love.
I must leave thee now.
I must not see your anxious brow.
So I leave you quietly in the night
and know this thing I do is right.
Farewell my love.
I will miss your arms
and pray that you will miss my charms.
So I leave with sorrow in my heart
and know this longing will ne'er depart.
Farewell my love.
Please don't look for me.
For I must go to where you will not see.
So I leave and know that what I take
will always bring a constant ache.
Farewell my love.
You will never know
just where it is that I shall go.
So as I leave with one last glance
I will always remember our short romance.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Other Side Of Me
Words & music: michael w. smith and wayne kirkpatrick
If they were to write about
The story of my life
They would have to mention you
With every page they'd write
There's another side to every story told
If i were the ocean
You would be the shore
And one without the other one
Would be needing something more
We are the shadow and the light
Chorus:
Always love me
(and) never leave me now
(and) now you are the other side of me
Always love me
(and) never leave me now
(and) now you are the other side of me
I have known the emptiness
Of feeling out of touch
And living life without you here
Would be living half as much
Cause i've a need that only you can fill
If love was mathematical
You'd understand the sum
To the heart's equation
Where one and one makes one
And lonely equals me minus you
Chorus
song performed by by Michael W. Smith
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I am touched and will not be able to sleep
he touched her
thru the fingers
of his poem
about the deep
night and the
sleepless one
a true story about
him and her
writing, deep,
deep into the night,
about sleeplessness,
why?
did he not tell her once
that he never sleeps?
did she not believe him?
did he not tell her
that his poems come
in the depths of darkness
from the dark recesses of
his dimming soul?
at a time when twilights
have not even sprouted
yet?
that his deep thoughts
come like some strangers
capricious and whimsical
and on shorter notice
leave without goodbyes?
now, the cycle grips him
again, he writes unceasingly
like he is being chased by
his own ghosts,
like he is one cat
disturbed by the shadow
of his own rebelling tail,
he shall write,
and if she too
is not sleeping at all,
tonight
then she must write,
like him as if both of
them are twins
in thoughts,
and if there is nothing to
be written, why not read
and tell him what he is
blindly writing?
perhaps,
he will soon understand
his very own tragedies
perhaps she can figure
out the answers in his
written works
she must touch him,
like her brother or even
like her lover
and even kiss him
and he will sleep,
perhaps, soundly, tamed
by the softness of her love
perhaps, the answer to
all his questions.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Why Do I Write
I write from my sadness
I write from the madness
I write because I have something to say
I write to pass the day
I write only from the heart
I write for sometimes I am not that smart
Whatever is in head just comes out on paper (in this case a word document) , and I go with the flow
Write to let my mind go
I follow my hand to where ever it takes me
I write all the things that I can see
I write when I am happy, but not as much
I write from my heart that you can touch
I write because I’d go insane
I am driven to write quell my pain
At times I feel alone so I write what I am feeling
I write for it is self-healing
Confident not so I write it all away
I write and write to pass the day
I write to comfort my soul that cries out in the night
I write for love is always out of sight
I write so I don't have to cry any more
I write for I have no one to adore
I write so someone somewhere will hear my plea
I write for someone is out there for me
I am lost and I the clown
I write to turn my frown upside down
I write to embrace the sadness I hide inside
I write with my heart opened wide
I write to silence the ghost
I write for I’ve been let down by the one I loved the most
I write through the stormy weather
I write for I am light as a feather
I am not a writer nor am I a poet
I write for the grief I do know it
I will write until I draw my last breath
I write because I'll die a lonely death
I have to write for strangers delight
I write because I have to write
I write for my own happiness
I write to relieve my stress
I write because I have no other choice
I write as if I was writing a letter
I write because I can’t do any better
I write because I am afraid not to
I write for this is what I do
I write for I give a damn
I write just because I am
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Awake
Awake my sleeping heart
find a love for me.
Someone I can hold
and set me free.
You have slept far too long
and let so many pass by.
Awake my sleeping heart
find me someone
to care for, as I grow old.
To be there at my side
in times of happiness,
and in times of woe.
Awake; awake
my sleeping heart
before it is too late.
Awake, awake
I beg of thee.
Awake my love
and set me free.
2 April 2009
poem by David Harris
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This must not be loved
The Kite....
once I peep inside
and deep shadow day
and we must
keep it like cold drink
never love it
but she hate it katee
I feel a dancing mood of you
and night
I walk out of her shadow
and want to keep you free
you steal my heart katee
and I guess it to read
and I wish to write my poem here
you drink this night and we are free...
this must not be of lov
I steal your drink and peep your door
You guess it to write.......
''What does it mean what does it mean''
Your wallet not holds my photo again
How come each place I not go
and seems to have much better if we are free
We light candles stay up late
wish to kiss and hug...
and I write this for you dear
poem by Thampi KEE
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I can only see you
In the night I’d swear you’d kissed me
And told you how much you’d missed me
As you lay beside me sleeping in the night.
Now the bed it feels cold and empty
So I’ll blow a kiss so gently
It won’t stir you when you’re sleeping in your night.
But as the shadows darkly lengthen
From the time when we were as one
I’ll see you clearly
When my eyes are both shut tight.
As the space between us strengthens
As life’s passing greatly quickens
I’ll just say how much I loved you
And await our secret meetings in the night.
poem by David Keig
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Nothing To Show
Nothing to show beyond the fear I had
Body so warm within his perfumed bed
Sleeping alone, the shadow of a man
He will entice you too, and if he can
Nothing to show for love has never been
Nothing to show for love has never been
Nothing to show for love has never been
Nothing is handed, power is changing fast
Many the empty hopes his lips caress
Sorry to say his days are spent in vain
Chasing a dream of doom of nights in pain
Nothing to show for love has never been
Nothing to show for love has never been
Nothing to show for love has never been
Shadowy nights of memories of the grave
Gentle my love and sweetness sometimes sick
Keep up his time while his crimes are known
Only a fool can see he's sold his love
Nothing to show for love has never been
Nothing to show for love has never been
Nothing to show for love has never been
Nothing to show for love has never been
Nothing to show for love has never been
Nothing to show for love has never been
Submitted by Michael Hack
song performed by by Supertramp
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Writing Poetry
Some people write poetry
to fulfil their dream,
others write it as a personal diary.
While yet more write to protest.
Some write sonnets
for unfrequented love.
Some bring laughter
to sad faces somewhere,
while others dwell on memories
that they would like to share.
Some write of love, while
others write of God.
Write as you will on anything,
but the main point is that you write,
and give joy to all that will read.
poem by David Harris
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Did Your Love For Him Last?
i am just wondering why you do not
write poetry anymore. I am asking myself
if your having jumped over the fence
yielded the bliss on the other side of things.
Are you too happy to forget the sad refrains
of poetry?
or Are you too sad
mourning over another
love lost
that your hands are too weary
to write another love poem for this
valentine's day?
whatever happened, please write me a love poem
sad or happy, please do write me one
i just want to know what a love poem should be all about
after all those years
when we think we really found the true one.
write me, please a love poem, show me the color
and scent of each word, show me the texture of each line,
show me whether the heart is bleeding
or leaping with joy like the one we used to write before together
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Killer Of Giants
If none of us believe in war
Then can you tell me what the weapons for
Listen to me everyone
If the button is pushed
Therell be nowhere to run
Giants sleeping giants winning wars
Within their dreams
Till they wake when its too late
And in gods name blaspheme
Killer of giants threatens us all
Mountains of madness standing so tall
Marches of protest not stopping the war
Or the killer of giants
The killer of giants
Mother nature people state your case without its worth
Your seas run dry your sleepless eyes are turning red alert
Killer of giants threatens us all
Mountains of madness standing so tall
Rising so proudly it has nowhere to fall
This killer of giants
This killer of giants
Killer of giants threatens us all
Mountains of madness standing so tall
Marches of protest not stopping the war
Oh the killer of giants
Oh the killer of giants
Killer of giants
Killer of giants
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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