The Indifferent Sun
After the centuries, the sun
Behind the green willow trees
On the bank of a running brook
Appeared before me
The thick green leaves
Cast the shadow on me
And didn't allow the sun
To shine over me
Moving away fast, the sun
Didn't cast a single ray
On my desperate and thirsty hopes
In case I would become gay
While running after the sun
On the drops of dew
Slipped down I while on my run
And fell unconscious without a clue
The indifference of the sun
Remained unknown to me
Whether it was its pride or shyness
Hatred, envy or blindness
My centuries of wailing
My day and night dreaming
My silly hopes
Broke into many pieces.
poem by Showkat Ahmad Bhat
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Villanelle of Change
Since Persia fell at Marathon,
The yellow years have gathered fast:
Long centuries have come and gone.
And yet (they say) the place will don
A phantom fury of the past,
Since Persia fell at Marathon;
And as of old, when Helicon
Trembled and swayed with rapture vast
(Long centuries have come and gone),
This ancient plain, when night comes on,
Shakes to a ghostly battle-blast,
Since Persia fell at Marathon.
But into soundless Acheron
The glory of Greek shame was cast:
Long centuries have come and gone,
The suns of Hellas have all shone,
The first has fallen to the last: --
Since Persia fell at Marathon,
Long centuries have come and gone.
poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson
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She’s A Running Girl
I don’t know who her parents were,
Her background is hazy,
She never talked about her past,
Because she’s just a running girl,
Never stays in one place too long,
Because she’s just a running girl,
And she was always just born to run.
On the run for something she didn’t do,
Disowned by all those who loved her,
Stabbed in the back and betrayed,
And in a flash she was staring down
The barrel of cops long black gun,
Caught in middle of nowhere,
Condemned for something she didn’t do.
There was a guy once,
Who tired to run with her,
Her got about a mile or so
Before he fell by the wayside,
Unable to carry on,
She didn’t want to leave him,
But she couldn’t stop running.
I know you’ll never stop,
Because you’re a running girl,
Just born to keep moving.
Maybe someday you’ll
Have someone to run with you,
So you won’t be alone.
A running life’s a lonely life,
But it’s the only one you’ve got.
You’re just a running girl,
You were always just born to run.
8/05/06
poem by Charlie F. Kane
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Im Running Out
im running out things to say
[im running out of lies]
im running out trust
[im running out of spies]
im running out of love
[im running out of hopes]
im running out of dreams
[im running out of silent screams]
im starting to get tired of running toward you
so i guess ill just start running away
poem by Becca Hansen
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Slow down and run
Running after dreams that have come and gone
Running in hopes of crossing the finish line with a personal best
Running for the glory only seen and celebrated in a reflection
Running to be what I want to be
Running to see what it takes to achieve
Running to avoid the powers that be
Running will lead me to the front
Running. Always running. Except when contemplating or compensating.
poem by Jeff Rushton
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Looking Back At The Greens
i too look back at those green things
from the point of view of my
green thumb
a vegetable garden without an aphid on a leaf
a row of roses, lush green leaves
and red blooms
some petals falling due to the
wind
a line of green mint trees along the path
leading to the highway
sounds of motors threatening what green there is
i come back and settle on this patch
of green meadows
and grass and gray shade
my own shadow cast
on the huge gabi leaf.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Can See
I can see you through the fog,
Running for dear life.
I come up beside you and I can see the terror in your eyes.
And Yet I go behind you to see who you are running from.
And as I walk through our memories together and as I get closer to what your running from I get scared.
When I see what your running from I cry, because it is me and the person you love.
All I want to do is scream, but I can't
I can't even talk.
I can barely breath.
It was an accident.
He kissed me.
A second latter I pushed him away and slapped him.
But you didn't see that you just ran.
Please don't ignore me you are the only friend I have.
poem by Sarah Green
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Monroe Louisiana
On the green, green farm
In green, green Monroe Louisiana
So green, green
Wet-luscious green and alive
So green after the rain
So bright green and clean
Just passing through
On my way to tomorrow
But so green today and yesterday
It was on that stranger's green, green farm
And I didn't stay long
And I didn't expect someone
To fire that shotgun right next to me
The barrel pointed out the front door
Into that green, green world beyond.
There were hot springs
On the green, green farm
In green, green Monroe Louisiana
Back in 1973.
poem by M.L. Squier
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They are still my kin
I didn’t go to him for any favour;
He remained my friend.
I didn’t do with him any business;
He remained my cousin.
I didn’t have with him any common roof;
He remained my brother.
I didn’t keep to her my eyes wide open;
She remained my wife.
I didn’t get from them any allowance;
They remained my children.
It is as good as they are none to me;
With the God’s grace I could keep them as mine.
19.09.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Princess And The Black Horse-III(Dragons' Isle)
Blackberry soared high, high, h-i-g-h above the sky.
Through the clouds, they were passing though,
they didn't get the scorching heat of sun!
He tried tirelessly to flap his wings so,
they could not be scanned by their enemy below!
The princess fell fast asleep and slept all the way!
He spotted a silver brook, running pertly as lass,
along the sandy land, around the part of the bay.
He felt thirsty and wanted to quench his thirst.
He darted down and gave a gentle shake to her.
Princess rose from that happy-happy sleep and
asked, 'Have we reached the place crossing our bar? '
'No, no, princess, we have to go miles miles more,
quench your thirst, as we won't find on our path
no more water, you know dark night snatches away the
power of wand, we don't know if it will have its worth! '
Then the princess kept rosy feet on that very land.
With two soft hands she drank water, at her own sweet will.
Suddenly, she got appalled to see imprints of toes on sand.
She shrieked and said, 'Oh! Blackberry, 'and ran thru the hill.
Blackberry was there eating grass and drops of heaven's dew.
In search of him, she rushed frightened but couldn't see,
as he behind a Filigree Tree, taking meal didn't know,
that the shrilled cry, of the princess's could be!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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I Didn't Know
I didn't know,
I didn't know
Well I didn't like cheeseburger alleycats near me
A petrified Phish disease,
I wish somebody'd hear me
I didn't like maple dew, honey melon watercress
I didn't like Phish shoes down by muddy watermelon
I didn't seem to miss you when you kiss'd my honey water
And even showed a picture, showed her down by honey's border
But who laid silver tooth and broke my sunny shoe shine
And all my plastic melodreams are waiting for their new shine
Pardon me, Doug (pardon me, Doug)
Is this a picture of Otis Redding?
Yes! Yes! Taken right before he died
Well you can give me his hide
(well you can give me his hide)
(I didn't know)
I didn't know that I was that far gone (8x)
Well I woulda' liked to seen Bess Truman come see me
and hear all the revolutionaries come free me
'cause if it all ends up running to sneeze me
I'll make it all here, black corners come seize me
and if you boom, back got troubles in your ear
and you can't seem to come back and make it all clear
when eye tails and toe nails and liquid all meet me
when mustard pies and carrot eyes and flounders come greet me
(I didn't know)
I didn't know that I was that far gone (8x)
song performed by by Phish
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Running running
Running Running
away from my tears
away from my pain
away from my fears
away from my shame
away from my peers
Running Running
ill be with you there
ill make you happy
Ill be your right pair
Rnning Running
i wish i was gay
i wish for that happiness
i wish? must i may?
Running Running
im running so fast
away from my family
away from my past
running running
i am so ashamed
i am so embarrassed
im a bottle of pain
poem by Brittany Ray
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Hurricane Watch
Green. Green the leaves,
and waves gray on the forehead of the beach.
As easy as breeze tensing lengths of hair
waves lift, then snap back like springs.
Trees bend and kneel, fling out brown arms
to catch their running children.
Green. Green the leaves, and wind
pours on the forehead of the beach.
See how sand wrinkles in the lee,
and anchors part like lovers
from invisible chains. Ships break
then run their length to freedom.
Green. Green the weeds,
and sea foams on the forehead of the beach.
Women’s names swim to greet the waves.
And sea sings, “Eve. Eve. Eve.” Mermaid
who set her cap for them, she beckons each
figurehead to her pale and smiling reach.
Green. Green the waves,
and spray glistening on the forehead of the beach.
Her arms catch and embrace hulls like shoulders.
Bold as dolphins they leap to her lips before she
slaps away the face of any sailor so foolish.
Gray. Gray the waves, and flotsam
in pieces grinding on the wet stones of the beach.
poem by Val Morehouse
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Far From The Heavens
I see the pain in your eyes,
i see their hatred in disguise.
I can feel the pain hidden in your pride,
and i can see nobody by your side.
I can see your face been masked with fears,
and i can taste the salty solution of your tears.
I can feel the anguish running in your vains,
and i can hear your cry through your pains.
I can see your terror in your past,
and i can see your smile that didn't get to last.
I can see the path where you failed,
and i can see the truth and why they lied.
I can see the reason why you went astray,
and i can see your terrors all in array.
I can see your anger each time you cry,
and i can feel your faustration each time it didn't dry.
I can feel all what you can feel,
that feeling of an aching kneel.
I can gather the pieces of your broken heart,
and your hopes that has been torn apart.
I feel your miseries that hunted you through the night,
and i can see why it took away your light.
I can see why you've been blinded by lust,
and why it feels so cold like frost.
I can see the ageing in your age,
and i can feel the range in your rage.
I can understand why you beared all these crosses alone,
even when you have someone that will never leave you all alone.
I can see you are on a mission,
on the lonely road of destruction.
I can see your future in the hand of fate,
and why it makes you irate.
I can see your face down in shame,
when you got no one to blame.
I can see your soul sinking in sin,
where all what it can hear is a loud din.
For every thing happening today,
you don't know where to run or stay.
No matter how hard you try you can't run away from your tomorrow,
cos it looks as good as a broken mirrow.
poem by Stanley Oguh
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Green Fields And Running Brooks
Ho! green fields and running brooks!
Knotted strings and fishing-hooks
Of the truant, stealing down
Weedy backways of the town.
Where the sunshine overlooks,
By green fields and running brooks,
All intruding guests of chance
With a golden tolerance,
Cooing doves, or pensive pair
Of picnickers, straying there--
By green fields and running brooks,
Sylvan shades and mossy nooks!
And--O Dreamer of the Days,
Murmurer of roundelays
All unsung of words or books,
Sing green fields and running brooks!
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Miracle
Miracle
The Dakota plane should have been scrapped years ago,
eight soldiers and me, they took off my handcuffs laughed
and said I was free to go. Looking down I could see glitzy
Pacific Ocean; they opened the door and threw me out.
I fell and fell, air rush sounded as an express train, terror
froze my brain, but I remember thinking: “this is not a day
for enjoying the view.”Miracle! A mist bank crossed my
path so thick it broke my fall to a gentle descent and put
me softly on top of a tree that had many branches, it was
like going down a ladder which I had done often, (I used
to be a house painter.) People came running, I had landed
on a tiny island, they gave me coconut milk to drink and
told of a military plane that had crashed on a mountain
slope. I didn’t, gloat knew what they must have suffered,
drank more sweet milk, climbed up a hut on stilts and went
to sleep on a fragrant mat of palm leaves.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Am I running from myself?
Am I running from myself?
Am I?
Who can tell me whom am I running from?
Is it me who is a villain of my own self?
Or is it a man in the mirror
Am I running from?
A man who is like me
But has no feelings
Who am I running from?
Knowing one or the other day
I have to face the reality
Whom am I running from?
Whom am I running from?
But I am not cheating myself
Am I?
No I’m not
Then why is it
Am I running from myself?
Who can tell me who am I running from?
Does anybody have answer for that?
Whom am I running from?
No! No! No!
Got to solve this puzzle of caves myself
As I have to face the reality one day
Nobody can answer my questions
Then I myself
Have to keep on moving
Solving my problems myself
As to why am I running from myself?
Why am I running from myself?
Know they would talk about it
Day in day out
Who cares!
I have to stop myself
Myself today or tomorrow
Have to get back on track
Coz that is the way I have to be
Have to curb my ways
I know I have to explain myself a lot
Why Am I running from myself?
But I have to curb myself
Why Am I running from myself?
Why Am I running from myself?
By Farukh
poem by Farooq Hussain
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Green, green and green
I want a holiday with a scene
Of green, green and green
A summer of green trees
A landscape of green grass
A view full of green vegetables
The colour green
Is a beauty that must be seen!
From a moving vehicles screen
And while we hold onto those machines
That deprives us of the colour green
Remember they provide us vaccines
As well as help the air to be clean
So for green, green and green
I will travel continents across and in-between
And also to any place that I have never been
I will make it routine
Just to see green, green and green
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Running...
Running4Christ.
Running to race.
Running to live.
Running to stay fit.
Running to find myself.
Running to save lives.
Running to heaven.
Running for Christ.
Running for faith.
Running for Love.
Running for God.
Running for Life.
Running for Records
Running for Russia.
Running Till The End..
poem by Joseph Fuller
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Sestina
I have come, alas, to the great circle of shadow,
to the short day and to the whitening hills,
when the colour is all lost from the grass,
though my desire will not lose its green,
so rooted is it in this hardest stone,
that speaks and feels as though it were a woman.
And likewise this heaven-born woman
stays frozen, like the snow in shadow,
and is unmoved, or moved like a stone,
by the sweet season that warms all the hills,
and makes them alter from pure white to green,
so as to clothe them with the flowers and grass.
When her head wears a crown of grass
she draws the mind from any other woman,
because she blends her gold hair with the green
so well that Amor lingers in their shadow,
he who fastens me in these low hills,
more certainly than lime fastens stone.
Her beauty has more virtue than rare stone.
The wound she gives cannot be healed with grass,
since I have travelled, through the plains and hills,
to find my release from such a woman,
yet from her light had never a shadow
thrown on me, by hill, wall, or leaves’ green.
I have seen her walk all dressed in green,
so formed she would have sparked love in a stone,
that love I bear for her very shadow,
so that I wished her, in those fields of grass,
as much in love as ever yet was woman,
closed around by all the highest hills.
The rivers will flow upwards to the hills
before this wood, that is so soft and green,
takes fire, as might ever lovely woman,
for me, who would choose to sleep on stone,
all my life, and go eating grass,
only to gaze at where her clothes cast shadow.
Whenever the hills cast blackest shadow,
with her sweet green, the lovely woman
hides it, as a man hides stone in grass.
poem by Dante Alighieri
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Suppose
Suppose no rose would ever grow again
Suppose no brook would ever flow again
Suppose no star should ever glow again
Suppose you didn't love me
Suppose there were no bees or butterflies
Suppose no bird should ever cross the skies
Suppose the sun should never never rise
Suppose you didn't love me
It's impossible to imagine a world without a star
But imagining no you is more impossible, by far
Suppose the Springtime never should arrive
Suppose the tall green trees should not survive
Suppose I had no wish to be alive
Suppose you didn't love me
It's impossible to imagine a world without a star
But imagining no you is more impossible, by far
Suppose the Springtime never should arrive
Suppose the tall green trees should not survive
Suppose I had no wish to be alive
Suppose you didn't love me
Suppose you didn't love me
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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