Spring Pantoum
Sunlight bleeds through forest canopy
Slipping between my fingers
The daisies glare at me with sympathy
When crushed their scent still lingers
Slipping between my fingers
White petals soft caress
When crushed their scent still lingers
Care free, I could care less
White petals soft caress
Green blades tickle my feet
Care free, I could care less
It's nearing summer's heat
Green blades tickle my feet
Content, yet all alone
It's nearing summer's heat
Reaching for a home
Content, yet all alone
Desperately searching for what I won't find
Reaching for a home
Each breath awkwardly timed
Desperately searching for what I won't find
Sunlight bleeds through forest canopy
Each breath awkwardly timed
The daisies glare at me with sympathy
poem by Maylee Bossy
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Villanelle Of Marguerite's
'A little, _passionately, not at all?_'
She casts the snowy petals on the air:
And what care we how many petals fall!
Nay, wherefore seek the seasons to forestall?
It is but playing, and she will not care,
A little, passionately, not at all!
She would not answer us if we should call
Across the years: her visions are too fair;
And what care we how many petals fall!
She knows us not, nor recks if she enthrall
With voice and eyes and fashion of her hair,
A little, passionately, not at all!
Knee-deep she goes in meadow grasses tall,
Kissed by the daisies that her fingers tear:
And what care we how many petals fall!
We pass and go: but she shall not recall
What men we were, nor all she made us bear:
'_A little, passionately, not at all!_'
And what care we how many petals fall!
poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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A Season of Wine and Roses
Remember when the wine was red,
and the rose was red, as well ~
and how the two were wed as one,
when the sunlight softly fell.
The pinkened kiss, the gentle blush,
beneath a soft, green canopy ~
and wine flowed there beside the rose,
'til sunlight set on autumn's eve.
And there within the autumn's breath,
came an orange and golden kiss ~
that found the wine and lovely rose,
beguiled by summer's bliss...
remembering when the wine was sweet,
and the rose was a budding bloom ~
and velvet was the reddened wine,
when the red rose danced in June.
Thinly brown, with winter's death,
the vine and thorn entwine ~
and wait impatiently for spring,
when, once more, a life they'll find.
And now upon the chilling wind,
there's a whisper that gently fell ~
'Remember when the wine was red,
and the rose was red, as well'...
poem by Hazelmarie Elliott
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White Light/ White Heat
(reed)
White light goin messin up my mind.
Dont you know its gonna make me go blind.
White heat, it tickle me down to my toes.
Have mercy white light have it goodness knows.
White light goin messin up my brain.
White light, its gonna drive me insane.
White heat, it tickle me down to my toes.
White light, I said now, goodness knows.
Ooo, white light.
Ooo, white heat.
Ooo, white light.
Ooo, white heat.
White light moved in me through my brain
White light gonna make-a me go insane
White light, tickled down to my toes
White light, I said now, goodness knows.
White light it lightens up my eyes
Dont you know it fills me up with surprise
White heat tickle down to my toes
White light, Ill tell you now, goodness knows.
song performed by by Velvet Underground
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Beside You
In the wilderness
walking alone
on your trail
imbibing the fragrance
of wayside spring flowers
gathering the bygones with care
the bouganvillas droop on the gate
with red roses clenched
tears gush and fall on the petals in my hand
Nothing is over yet
you are as alive as yesterday
your scent mingles in the nearby woods
and lingers around me
I lay the soaked roses on your grave
My body quivers as I kneel
and hold on to the dainty grass blades
the sun dazzles my moist eyes
here I dropp my false sword of courage
and weep like a child unhibited
clinging to the stone cross over you.
poem by Dr Madhavi Grace
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I Feel That I am Free
To me the sky looks bluer,
And the green grass greener still,
And earth's flowers seem more lovely
As they bloom on heath and hill.
There's a beauty breathing round me
Like a newborn Eden now,
And forgotten are the furrows
Grief has graven on my brow.
There is gladness in the sunshine,
As its gold light gilds the trees,
And I hear a voice of music
Singing to me in the breeze.
There is in my heart a lightness
That seemeth not of me,
For today I've burst from bondage,
And I feel that I am free.
Free in the golden sunshine,
Free in the fresh pure air,
Where the flowers of the forest
In their wild homes flourish fair.
Free to thought to give expression,
To sing, to dance, and show
That the stern world has not crushed me
With its weary weight of woe.
Are the years of care and sorrow
But a dark dream of the past,
Or this new life but a vision
That is all too bright to last?
How exaltingly my spirit
Flashes forth its newborn glee,
As amid rejoicing nature
I can feel that I am free.
I have neither friend nor loved one
To welcome me, nor home;
And lonely through the wide world
As a stranger I must roam;
I know not where tomorrow
To procure my daily bread,
And tonight the waving branches
Must canopy my head.
But if I had a palace,
If of friends a gladsome throng,
If some darling one were near me
To cheer with love and song,
If I'd riches which were boundless,
No more joyous could I be
Than what I am, exulting
In the thought that I am free.
Free in the bright glad sunshine,
Free in the fresh pure air,
My heart with gladness throbbing,
And on my brow no care.
There's the blue sky all above me -
Not a prison roof between -
And at my feet the flowers
Nestle in the verdure green.
Hark! I hear the breezes singing -
'Lift thy heart to God on high,
Who hath brought theee back from sorrow
To this world of hope and joy.'
And the little nodding flowers
In a chorus sing to me -
'If God from sin shall free thee,
Then thou shalt indeed be free!'
poem by Owen Suffolk
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Why
Why do I bother?
When I can’t see your faint smile on the screen
When I can’t spare your ridiculous faith in green
When I can’t share your favorite sun set beam
When I can’t picture your virtual dream
Why do I care?
When you are not linger on my mind
When you are nowhere to be find
When you are drown in your wine
When you are not longer mine
I don’t bother when I care
I don’t care when I bother
It’s the vice-versa glare
We always having in wonder
As I always ask ‘why? ’
When it’s come to ‘thy’
poem by Niken Kusuma Wardani
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A Departed Lover
I no longer recognize
The flowers of summer youth
That bloomed in the dawn of my innocence
When love was like sunlight
Gleaming on dewy petals.
Cherished kisses are forever gone
Like fading memories
That sink into the soft soil
Of freshly dug graves.
A departed lover
Never returns
But her spirit lingers
In ghost shadows
That consume me.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Let's Go
You know it never meant much to me
There's something on your mind that i couldn't see
It didn't hurt me too much to find
You were seeing someone else for all of this time
You know that i don't care
And i'd like you to know that i don't care
I don't need your sympathy
Why don't you ever look at me
You did nothing for me
You did nothing i see
You did nothing for me
You did nothing
There's no today and there's no tomorrow
Where you find sadness i find sorrow
Nobody knows but it always shows
I think i'm losing my mind but that's the way that it goes
And it's fine, all those lies
I can see the truth lies in your eyes
So i guess we are through
You did to me what i did to you
I don't need your sympathy
Cause you don't mean that much to me
song performed by by New Order
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A Single Daisy
One day I encountered;
A single daisy with snowy
White petals splayed proudly
Was standing in a sea of dandelions
Although taunted and tormented she did not falter
Unafraid, to be a different shape ‘n color
With a clear voice inside my head,
she spoke to me;
“Take me from this place of angst ‘n suffering”
For this;
I’ll answer any question you may ask”
I thought for a moment and blurted;
Does she really love me?
“Indeed she does dear friend,
Ask for her hand in marriage
You’ll both know joy, without end”
“Now quickly tear me from this dust,
Toss my stem and petals to the wind
Shed salty tears of pity, if you must
Free at last I’ll be, lest you rescind”
Reaching down, at last freed from hell I
Scattered her soft petals to the breeze
Her voice inside my head said
“Farewell”
I was content to know, her will was appeased
These days, for every daisy encountered,
I smile, and pause to listen for a voice
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Solitare Rose
A Solitary Rose 'tis growing...
In a Garden filled to the full with weeds...
With velvet soft petals of 'deep' red...
Today, that red Rose simply bleeds;
'Tis not the thorns of her stems...
Nor the lack of mother nurture nor care...
Its more the torments O' time...eons...
That bleeds out the Rose in despair;
For their 'tis n'er a good outcome...!
For people who practice to do deliberate wrong...! !
Only hope for the flowers that give joy to the Earth...!
For 'tis to this Earthly sod that they truly belong;
June 7,2010
The Essence
poem by Theodora Onken
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Slippin' Through My Fingers
Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that I'm losing her forever
And without really entering her world
I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake, I let precious time go by
Then when she's gone there's that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I can't deny
What happened to the wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go
(Slipping through my fingers all the time)
Well, some of that we did but most we didn't
And why I just don't know
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers...
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
song performed by by ABBA
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Field Of Yellow Daisies
We met in a field of yellow daisies
Wild and young and free
And she picked a bouquet for me
She loved me...she loved me not
The daisies didn't lie
They knew better than I...she'd go away..yeah
But they didn't say why
Have you ever been in a field of yellow daisies
Where the air is warm, pure and sweet
Just as if the world is at your feet
She loved me...she loved me not
The daisies didn't lie
They knew better than I
She'd go away.....yeah
But they didn't say why
I may fail like petals from a daisy
But for her love I'll always yearn
Each year when yellow daisies return
She loved me...she loved me not
The daisies didn't lie
They knew better than I
She'd go away.....yeahhhh
But they didn't say why
They didn't say why
They didn't say why
They didn't say why
They didn't say why
They didn't say why
They didn't say why.........
song performed by by Tom Jones
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0016 Christmas Rose - A Spell
Blown rose, wild, white,
thrown by snowflaked winter wind;
summer’s tender scent, intense,
dispersed; no mercy; beauty, blind…
perfect petals torn by scorn,
where will weather cast your care?
soon there, new year’s bud be born;
pray the maid's rose bless the year
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Slipping Through My Fingers
Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that Im losing her forever
And without really entering her world
Im glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see whats in her mind
Each time I think Im close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake, I let precious time go by
Then when shes gone theres that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I cant deny
What happened to the wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go
(slipping through my fingers all the time)
Well, some of that we did but most we didnt
And why I just dont know
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see whats in her mind
Each time I think Im close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers...
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile...
song performed by by ABBA
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Two Travels
i've gone to more places
hazy ones like shadows still not fully boldly outlined
by those dark lines pitted against the outbursts of lights
from these half-opened windows
while simply sitting down
flat on the floor
looking for nothing
the trips on those long hours of jetting in the air
and trekking on those cobbled streets of kota bahru
and the scalding heat of the sun
on Poring
still imagining the winds on the canopy walks of kinabalu park
on top of trees
and just as when my feet lands on
those untrodden trails
i feel short of those unsatisfied longings
still hungry for breath
still thirsty for something beyond water
now that i am home
the travel is deeper inside
beyond what my heart
can beat
perhaps what i have been searching is just here
beneath my feet.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Jimi Thing
Lately Ive been feeling low
A remedy is what Im seeking
I take a taste of whats below
Come away to something better
What I want is what Ive not got
And what I need
Is all around me
Reaching searching never stop
And Ill say...
If you could keep me floating
Just for a while
Till I get to the end of this tunnel mommy
If you could keep me floating
Just for a while
Ill get back to you
Sometimes a jimi thing slides my way and keeps me swinging
Id like to show you whats inside
And I shouldnt care
If you dont like it
Brother chaos rule all about
Sometimes I walk there
Well yes God knows sometimes I take a bus there
Shouldnt care shouldnt care
Bereaved as Im feeling
The day is gone
Im on my back
Staring up at the ceiling
U take a drink sit back relax
Smoke my mind make me feel
Better for a small time
What I want is what Ive not got
And what I need is all around me
Reaching searching never stop
And Ill say...
If you could keep me floating
Just for a while
Till I get to the end of this tunnel mommy
If you could keep me floating
Just for a while
Ill get back to you
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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Self
Grass has been greater
Skies have been bluer
I know my soul is down in the sewer
You say that I am selfish
Well you know that that is true
I dont care what you say pretty mama
And I dont care what you do
I dont care about anyone except myself
I dont care about anyone except myself
In the land of the brave
And the home of the free
I dont care about anyone except for me
If you are unhappy and
You have not won your race
Well, there aint no mercy in this world
And there aint none out in space
So welcome to the nineties
I hope that you make it through
But if you get in trouble honey
This is what I say to you
I dont care about anyone except myself
I dont care about anyone except myself
In the land of the brave
And the home of the free
I dont care about anyone except for me
This is not the era of roses, peace and love
I must admit Im the only one
That Im thinking of
Well, I just make my honey
And I put it in the bank
I buy myself some presents
With no one but myself to thank
song performed by by Phish
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0023 Angel, Butterfly, Poem
Glance, as you hurry home from work,
through this lighted window where
a man taps at his computer
he might be writing anything,
no-one asked him to write this poem
which he does not yet know himself
it makes as much difference
to the world as the wing-beat
of a single butterfly
deep in the heart of a distant jungle
but for those few intrepid
explorers of the jungles of the mind
who read it
with indrawn breath
as beautiful as an unknown
species of butterfly
flaunting its vivid wings
in a rare shaft of sunlight
timed to their visit
through the canopy of trees
high above the living jungle
that balances, without telling, the whole planet -
earth, trees, rain, sunlight, leaf-fresh air,
space; and the song of birds
angel; butterfly; poem;
winged in beauty
thus disguised
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Dripping Sentiment and Scent Wrenched Daisies Sent
Dripping sentiment,
And scent wrenched daisies sent.
A bouquet just to say,
My feelings haven't changed.
And hoping when they arrive...
They are not turrned away!
Admitting guilt is difficult.
When truth is obvious,
And should not be questioned.
But certain situations,
Call for more than just an apology.
And begging on one knee...
Is accompanied,
By a pint of blood...
One bleeds!
IF one is thought to be unfaithful,
BUT not!
Dripping sentiment,
And scent wrenched daisies sent.
A bouquet just to say,
My feelings haven't changed.
And hoping when they arrive...
They are not turrned away!
These days...
The more creative,
The better the outcome!
Especially when something done...
Is discovered to be thoughtlessly dumb!
And ignoring what has taken place...
Is not recommended,
IF one wishes to recognize the face...
Of one who has been angered!
And I have seen the fangs produce foam before.
That is why I've sent the daisies at the door.
Hoping she will not snap off my head...
Because of something foolish I said!
This morning when I left our bed...
Without a kiss goodbye,
But slip and said...
Her looks made me cry!
BUT 'that' was not what I meant!
And I rushed to leave...
To abort an argument!
I HOPE she receives the daisies I sent...
Before I arrive at home!
Please Father...
'Anything'
Besides the fangs,
And foam!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love Sonnet 40 Carefree Butterfly, Guide Her Back To Me,
Carefree butterfly, guide her back to me,
The one with flowers on her lovely hair,
In lush gardens, more blooms you might yet see,
But mark that there, no one is half as fair;
Find her basking with lilies white as milk,
Like snow which missed the rhythm of the year,
Or lodged with orchids, petals soft as silk,
Or with daisies, such heads so large to bear;
Follow her scent from garlands on her neck,
As in my ears, her voice still rings like song,
Of this whole world, she would be but a speck,
And be so lost, but would not be for long;
.....Spread out your wings, and take off from your perch,
.....To lush gardens, you must commence your search.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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