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Swings of Childhood

Into exile
To depth of feeling
To the green paradise
To silence of seasons
To the Old Testament
Wherever you go
Swings of childhood
Will whisper to your soul
Which bets as the rain
Swings of childhood
Will whisper to gulls's hearts
Which bet as dreams
Into exile
To depth of flowers
To outer space
to the bottom of black hole
Everywhere in the universe
My imagination will call you
And we will meet
When swings and gulls meet

poem by Naji Almurisi
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Swings

Swings Swings
are funny things
you swing your head back
and maybe even sing
you do your thing
you swing and swing
but always ring because
swings swings
are funny things

this random poem is dediced to my friend Madeline Who loves swings (lol)

poem by Jessica Hendrix
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Swings And Roundabouts

Every life is filled with
its swings and roundabouts.
Life at times swings up
reaching new heights
and then swings down
until we wonder if
it will ever swing up again.
At times life is a roundabout
and catapults us into circles
around and around and around
making us dizzy and disorientated
and keeping us wondering
will it ever stop.
Swings and roundabouts
inherit our lives at every turn.

20 January 2011

poem by David Harris
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Time's Ticking Away

The pendulum swings,
In such a perpetual way,
It keeps on moving,
In a continuous sway.

The momentum decides,
Time's passing on,
A tick on the clock,
And the moment is gone.

The pendulum swings,
To left and to right,
Time's ticking along,
In mad rhythmic flight.

And as it moves onwards,
Time's ticking away,
There's no way of stopping,
The road to decay.

The pendulum swings,
Another second goes by,
The clock's keeping time,
But time wants to fly.

By night and by day,
Time never stands still,
The pendulum swings,
At 'Time's' endless will.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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Too Long In Exile

Too long in exile
Too long not singing my song
Too long in exile
Too long like a rolling stone
Too long in exile
Too long in exile
Baby those people just aint, just aint your friends
Too long in exile my friend
You can never go home again
Well that isolated feeling
Drives you so close up against the wall
Till you feel like you cant go on
Youve been in the same place for too long
Too long in exile
Baby you can never go back home
Too long in exile
Anyway you want
Oh that isolated feeling
Drives you up against, up against the wall
cos youve been on the mainland baby
Been on the mainland, cominon strong
Too long in exile
Too long people keep hanging on
Too long in exile
Too long like a rolling stone
And the wheeling and the dealing
All takes up too much time
Check your better self baby
Youd better satisfy, satisfy your mind
Too long in exile
Too long youve been grinding at the mill
Too long in exile
Man, Ive really just had my fill
Too long in exile
You can never go back home again
Too long in exile
Youre about to drive me just insane
Too long in exile, been too long in exile
Just like james joyce, baby
Too long in exile
Just like samuel beckett baby
Too long in exile
Just like oscar wilde
Too long in exile
Just like george best, baby
Too long in exile
Just like alex higgins, baby
Too long in exile

song performed by by Van Morrison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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When the Pendulum Swings

You are the warmth of summer's hum
Scintillating the sleepy splendor
Vapid lances of the sifting sun
Palming the ashen stupor
But when the pendulum swings
A pall would mantle the sky
And hail mad daggers of tears
Obliterating what I can espy
From your morsel graze and leers
Until the climate whisk its cleaning

A hung filigree of drab smokes
Fecundates with a thrill
On two sundered souls in cloaks
Of solitude and eyes of steel
But when the pendulum swings
A blotch of lubricious red
Demented the tacit saturnalia
In convalescence—a tirade
Of false hopes in echolalia
Binds these lungs in ailing rings

The impassable infinity
Treads an incandescent trail
Nurturing our revelries
A chaste but treacherous veil
Because when the pendulum swings
We will regurgitate from the banquet
Purged by the ephemeral lies
And no hunger shall be whet
But the evisceration of this guise
A purveyance for subsisting

Hark the mendaciloquent secrets
That the zephyr whistled through
The threadbare fortitude of your facet
A recalcitrant membrane shan't undo
But when the pendulum swings
This bastion will devour you
Like a soul in a chrysalis
Altering your machinism's screw
And beleaguer you with your own tricks
When time expand its wings

Posses the klutz lattices of time
And slosh with mediocre hearts
Contend to remember this rhyme,
Rival to forget the dilettante art
But when the pendulum swings
The lurid mirror will shatter
And unlatch the demons who stole
The innocence that kept us safer
From persnickety time's siphoning hole
Digress in attrition, live with the sting.

When the pendulum swings
Its constant beckoning.

poem by Norman Santos
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Childhood Memories Sung to the Tune of Shawnee West Franklin Bison Blues

Some people have a childhood garden
Filled with green and growing things
Some people have a childhood garden
Filled with purple peonies
Mine is sere
Throughout the year
Nothing grows here

Some people have a childhood rainbow
A sea of colors all aglow
Some people have a childhood rainbow
Red to violet in a row
Mine is gray
Bow of clay
Without a ray

Some people have a childhood temple
Covered with a million treasured dreams
Some people have a childhood temple
A sunny Wat of Gods and kings
Mine is plain
Squats in the rain
Functional 'n sane

Where childhood memories abound
Life flows vividly around
Where childhood memories have fled
Hearts lie dead

poem by Tim Bovee
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The Light Of The Night

Who says is the night dark?
En the night we have all the light
We see everything en our life
With our heart
And our soul
En the day, we count
The seconds
The minutes
The hours......
Waiting the night
Waiting to came back
To ourselves
To our heart
To our soul

Who says the night is dark?
En the night we see
The universe
The light of the universe
The life of the universe
En our sky
We feel we are one party of this universe unlimited
We feel we are a party of the unlimited
We feel unlimited....

Who says the night is dark?
En the night
We take trip en the world of the silence
We listen the nice music of the silence
A silence talking

Who says the night is dark?

En the night
We go inside the hearts
We go en the depth of the hearts
We take a long way en depth of the hearts
A long an illuminated way
We see every thing inside the hearts

Who says the night is dark?
Who says the night is dark?

poem by Rachi Tibar
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Messed Up

Life says it is so messed up
I feel so it so often, messed up
This very feeling starts to make my mood be messed up
Can I get over this feel?
I often ask myself about this crappy feeling
Everything goes haywire, here and there
How should I fix my head?
Crappy feelings, so often exist
How should I begin to believe in myself?
Moods and mood swings often start to capture me
Then I start to look into my soul
Mood and mood swings, go away from me
No matter how crappy life becomes, I still got to live
Do not mess my head up as I got to fix it
Haywire, life can be although still I am not breaking
Into my soul if you sneak, lies plenty darkness
Got to get it out of my system, messed up I am not taking anymore.

poem by Rohit Sapra
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Unloosing

Maligned, the
space between us
lets go the mammary

a flame scoops up the void,
we speak no names,
I carry you in my skinned arms
to the weeds
for seminal mutability;

shipwrecked, i fear of depth
turbulence, I will honor the drop
on the cheeks of sea, green shores

in the night I will walk out of the snare
the gulls will come in a flock

poem by Satish Verma
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Mood Swings

Verse 1:
If ever I needed someone
Its you and now - oh
cause you bring out some feelings
More than the law will allow
I can be down
You pick me from the crowd
I thought I lost everything -
Then my mood swings.....
Chorus:
I havent lost
What I can find in you
Baby.....
You know just what to do (just what to do)
To make a friendship band (make a friendship band)
Turn to a diamond ring (turn to a diamond ring)
I simply touch your hand (I simply)
And my mood swings
Verse 2:
In a vicious cycle of depression once
Not too long ago
But Im over it now
Not a second too soon
You came and made light shine from the moon
Like there was nothing to it
Boy, I dont know how you do it
Chorus
Bridge:
Lovin you - its an old cliche
But its like a dream come true every day
Theres no other love in this world
Than the love youre getting
From this girl
cause if ever
I needed somebody
Its you and now
Thought I lost everything
Mood swings
What I can find...
You make a friendship band
Turn to a diamond ring
I simply touch your hand
And my mood swings (mood swings)

song performed by by Debbie Gibson
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Let Yourself Be Aware Of Depth

Recognize minimize limits,
From inside and decide...
To reach beyond,
That which divides.
Close your eyes in boundless darkness.
Know all wants and wishes,
Come from this.

Let yourself be aware of depth.
And...
Let your imagination,
Be swept away.

Let yourself be aware of depth.
And...
Let your imagination,
Be swept away.

Recognize minimize limits,
From inside and decide...
To reach beyond,
That which divides.

Let yourself be aware of depth.
And...
Let your imagination,
Be swept away.

Close your eyes in boundless darkness.
Know all wants and wishes,
Come from this.

Let yourself be aware of depth.
And...
Let your imagination,
Be swept away.

Let yourself be aware of depth.
And...
Let your imagination,
Be swept away.

The Earth...
Is part of the Universe.

Let yourself be aware of depth.

From birth...
We come to Earth to nourish.

Let yourself be aware of depth.

The Earth...
Is part of the Universe.
From birth...
We come to Earth to nourish.

Let yourself be aware of depth.
And...
Let your imagination,
Be swept away.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Wayfarers

Still the white stars burn overhead,
The green earth swings upon her way:
Where are the voices of the dead,
The hearts of Yesterday?
Drawn by what strange, mysterious power,
From what dream world and magic sky
Came they to laugh on earth an hour,
To weep, to toil, to die?

And whither gone? On what wild flight
By planet pale and sceptred star?
What realms of sorrow or delight
Now wander they afar?

Pale Wayfarers, whose noiseless tread
Is near me as I seem to see
The mighty generations dead,
And all that yet shall be!

Are Past and Future, then, a breath
That one vast Present makes its own?
The Angel, Birth, the Shadow, Death,
Each guards a world unknown.

Wayfarers all, we know not whence
We came, nor whitherwards we go.
Deep in our hearts a haunting sense
That somewhere we shall know.

Still the white stars burn overhead,
The green earth swings upon her way:
Where are the voices of the dead,
The hearts of yesterday?

poem by George Essex Evans
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God In Exile

Why is God in exile?
Why is He banished from thy midst?
None gives any answer.

God in exile has no regrets,
God in another world is safe,
Nothing shatters His self and pride.

'God is love', they said.
'He is the redeemer', X said.
And God felt humiliated and He fled.

God in His exile is free from dawn to dusk.
He needs no solace of introception there
He is sure to win the battle of nothingness.

God in exile won`t read these lines
Nor will he bless a poet unknown.
God in exile has gone back to His mystery.

poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Childsplay

Dreams wing, wring ring doubts
whence fate dates coincidence
sense swings, roundabouts

for previous version see below
Swings and roundabouts
of Fate or coincidence
wing dreams, wring ring doubts

poem by Jonathan Robin
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My Childhood Garden

my childhood garden

my childhood garden
lush and green
it was so happy it made me scream
my joy and hopes
and all my mopes
my childhood garden

my childhood garden
with the ups and downs
when i jumped i could not touch the ground
with my purle ponys
it made it homey
my childhood garden

my childhood garden
flying high
with the little lies
the grass fine
up in the sky my kite
my childhood garden

my childhood garden
now in the past
i now know that it can never last
now as i get taller
it was differnt when i was smaller
my childhood garden

poem by Danielle Eager
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The Tick Tock Man

Look at your face
Its so fortunately arranged
Dont look back
I can assure you that you wont like what you see
You step on my dreams
I could whisper
You intrude on me
I could whisper
You close in and Im so uneasy
Hotel rooms, sweet dreams
Like slot machines that call it love love
A coin in the hole
You young things never stay young for longe
This edge in my voice
But theres really nothing much to say
My conscience mends
I suppose it all meant something to you.
You step on my dreams
I could whisper
You intrude on me
I could whisper
You close in and Im so uneasy

song performed by by Gary Numan
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Tonight

between two steel poles upstairs
on the level of the trees that surround the house
i will put a hammock
where i will put my body to a rest & with
some little swings to and fro
i will create a sense of journey

a slow lull
as i watch the glitter
of the distant stars

and to the moon just above the roof
i shall whisper a wish

for you
& me.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Odyssey of the Soul

Childhood falls
Suffocated by lies
Promises of tomorrow
Trade the dreams of today
Consumer chase begins
A little piece of beauty
Sacrificed to adulthood
Wonder, Imagination
Don’t leave me now
Vanishing days
Carelessly slip away
Time and tide dispels
All childlike things
Life becomes dimmer
Too old for fun
Fun is fun it’s ageless
It is just fun, and its free
Maturity, yes maturity
Ever seen the world
Is this maturity?
I must act my age
My spirit rises before me
So many seasons, so much time
Eyes searching for a sign
Doesn’t anyone realise
Mistaken we equate childishness
For the gift of being childlike
Age straps on the chains
We become a worldling
Stolen childhood, silently
Lost Along the way
Childlike observations
Were not meant to wither
Imagination crushed by facts
Dreaming dreams, just dreams
Dreams worth coming true
This too will pass, with age
Who would have thought
walking between rain drops
would become silly
Capturing the frosted
Cobwebs on a twig
restricted to the young
Imagination, imagination
when did it happen
was I distracted
full of self wisdom
unaware that now begins
the oddyssey of the soul
the long trek home
to my Father’s arms

poem by Adrian Wait
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The Hammer And Sickle

The hammer
swings
steel on anvil
rings
of imagination
and words
to liberate us.

poem by Vince Gullaci
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Script For A Jesters Tear

(derek disck/steve rothery/ pete trewavas/ micheal pointer/mark kelly)
So here I am once more
In the playground of the broken hearts
One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned
Yet another emotional suicide
Overdosed on sentiment and pride
Too late to say I love you
Too late to restage the play
Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday
Im losing on the swings
Im losing on the roundabouts
Im losing on the swings
Im losing on the roundabouts
Too much, too soon, too far to go, too late to play
The game is over, the game is over
So here I am once more
In the playground of the broken hearts
Im losing on the swings
Im losing on the roundabouts
The game is over
Yet another emotional suicide
Overdosed on sentiment and pride
Im losing on the swings
Im losing on the roundabouts, roundabouts, the game is over
Too late to say I love you
Too late to restage the play
The game is over
I act the role in classic style
Of a martyr carved with twisted smile
To bleed the lyric for this song
To write the rites to right my wrongs
An epitaph to a broken dream
To exercise this silent scream
A scream thats born from sorrow
I never did write that lovesong
The words just never seemed to flow
Now sad in reflection did I gaze through perfection
And examine the shadows on the other side of morning
And examine the shadows on the other side of morning
Promised wedding now a wake
Promised wedding now a wake, awake
The fool escaped from paradise
Will look over his shoulder and cry
Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why?
As you grow up and leave the playground
Where you kissed your prince and found your frog
Remember the jester that showed you tears, the script for tears
So Ill hold our peace forever when you wear your bridal gown
In the silence of my shame the mute that sang the sirens song
Has gone solo in the game
Ive gone solo in the game, but the game is over
Can you still say you love me
Can you still say you love me
Can you still say that you love me
Do you love me
Do you love me
Do you love me
Do you love me, the jesters tear
Can you still say you love me
Can you still say you love me
Can you still say that you love me?
The jesters tear, the jesters tear
Do you love me

song performed by by Marillion
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