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Tribute To The Day

Thus cometh thou again
The breaking of a day
Freshen and glamorous
Like the morning grooves
Unifying the newness of things
Dawning slowly and quietly
Like a stranger in the sky
Whistling of dawn chorus abode
Oceans and river are being calm
Bringing out it cool breeze
The frog and the fowl
Croaking and crowing
And comes the beauty of life
And newness of things
A day of Trans to come
A day of joy and happiness
A day of love and care
A day of reckoning
Exposing man deeds
And a judgment day

poem by Ogunleye Kayode Peter
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Newness

The newness of life,
The newness of love,
The newness of peace,
The newness of care,
And like the free gift of your muse to me;
But, the Law is spiritual to us all.

Wretched,
An adulteress;
For, those who live according to the flesh set their minds on the things of the flesh!

The earnest expectation,
Consider your ways and your acts;
For those who are os the flesh cannot please Yahweh! !

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Croaking Toad And The Leopard Frog

The croaking toad and the leopard frog,
Were drinking beer on a hollow log.
And the croaking toad said, you're my best bud,
Man you can really hold your suds.

And the leopard frog replied in kind,
Another friend like you, I couldn't find.
You're my best friend when skies are grey,
You're by my side come what may.

I'd rather drink my beer with you,
Than catch blue bottles the whole day through.
Let's drink one more to the breaking dawn,
While we listen quietly to the crickets song.

But the croaking toad said I must go,
I'm very sleepy and the cock just crowed.
I'll see you tonight for a cold one or two,
I really love this black swamp brew.

And the leopard frog said I'll be here,
With my styrofoam ice chest sitting near.
Just bring some peanuts when you come round,
With beer they taste so good going down.

6/8/11 Alton Texas

poem by Juan Olivarez
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Breaking All The Rules

Well I know
I could be just another stranger
But to you
I guess Im just another fool
And you swear
You like to live your life in danger
Then you hide
Behind a wall of silly lies
Nobody thinks the way I do
I guess that nobody cares
Your heads so full of things, so set your mind free of them
Im breaking the rules
Did you know
That in the truth, theres nothing stranger
I suppose
You think I think I know it all
Chorus:
Nobody hears the things I say
I guess that nobody cares
My heads so full of things I set my mind free of them Im breaking the rules
Breaking all the rules
Cant you see theyre nothing without you
Empty heads full of fools
Now you see
Im breaking all the rules, breakin all the rules
Well I know
That you would love to go to heaven
But you know
That youre just too afraid to die
And I know
That you would love to know the answers
But to you
The truth is just another lie
Chorus
Breaking all the rules
Why dont you tell them
Breaking all the rules, a come on, a come on
Breaking all the rules, why dont you get it on,
Breaking all the rules, a come on, a come on
Breaking all the rules, aaaallll right
Breaking all the rules, a come on, a come on...

song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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Yet Another Rebirth

when i woke up from
a night of insomnia
i found myself surrounded
by the newness in
my environment
and the newness i found
in you and me

then i understood
that i died once again
to take yet another birth...

09oct2009
13.21

poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Poetry Unlimited

Poetry is looking,
at a flower and,
seeing the beauty
hidden within.

Poetry is bringing
out love, deep in
your heart, telling
your love one how you feel.

Poetry is feeling
a cool breeze
as you lie in an open
field, so deep in thought.

Poetry is seeing
the beauty of soft
fluffy white clouds
as no one else does.

Poetry is hearing
sounds of nature
soaking it all in
to mind and soul.

Poetry is watching and
standing by river's edge
seeing rippling water
flowing to places unknown.

Poetry is gazing at
rolling hills stretching
as far, as the eye
can see.

Poetry is digging
deep into inter feelings
bringing it out
and exposing it.

Poetry is love
Poetry is feelings
Poetry is seeing
Poetry is what you are.

poem by Jim Foulk
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Hymn Of The Sun

Thy dawning is beautiful in the horizon of the sun,
Oh living God,
When thou rises in the eastern horizon
Thou fillest every land with thy beauty
Thou art beautiful, great, glittering, high above every land
And thou carriest them all away captive;
Thou bindest by your love
Though you are far away
The roster are crowing
And the people are getting ready to start the new day
Sunshine beautiful
When the sun is shining we are all happy
It put happiness in our lives
The sun illuminates the sky
It is a big ball of fire
Bigger than a soccer ball
The sun is perfect in the sky
White and pure, white and perfect
Radiant is the sun, to perfect to be hold, giver of light and life
Your light is like a memory, a dream that fills the eyes, be they open, Be they close
In the morning, you are new, in the evening old
Born in the morning, you deliver the sun, to the world also
We glorify you
We praise you
We worship you
Almighty Lord
There is no other like you

poem by Aldo Kraas
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To The Frog Clan

This shall be the symbol of my clan
The slime of my ancestors
For those whose claim for life and prosperity
Is as prolonged as the length of the list found in the clan’s tree

This frog is your frog
It is part of the multitude
Taking the power of the ten rivers
Its croaking
Is the uproar against the loudest blur of the reigning rains

You are the frog like us

From water to land to grasses to marshes to trenches
Of this earth
We shall remain as the true descendants of the great frog

By our nature
We shall not go hungry
By the power of the longest tongue
By the secret poisons of our skins
By our rounded views
By our slime
By the strong clinging of our ties
We shall all be saved
From the great flood
May our dead ancestors
May the great frogs
Lead us to the most secure pond of our future lives
And may the frog in us
Give us the great leap
The great jump
Taking us to our dream
Our clear cool waters
Teeming with mashing marshes
And there
Dear loving frogs of this clan
Let all our croaking be one.
Let all our croaking be true.
Let our croaking be love.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sunrise to Sunset.......

Sun shines slowly on the horizon,
Rising from the gloomy dawn;
Morning dew shies away,
Misty clouds make way;
Hot noon and evening,
Illuminating things living;
As twilight sets in soon,
Dawn brings in moon;
Cool breeze so rustic,
Makes me feel mystic.

poem by Manjeshwari P MYSORE
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When I Think Of My Love

When I see at starts, I think,
When I see at roses, I think,
When I feel cold breeze, I think,
When I see streams flowing, I think,
When I imagine the depth of oceans, I think,
When I gaze at moon, I think,
When I see beatuiful sights, I think,

I think of my love that these things are very beautiful
yet my love is still better than these all and these things
didn't even started to describe the beauty of my love.

My love is Brighter than the starts, I smile,
My love is Sweeter than the roses, I smile,
My love is Cooler than the breezes, I smile,
My love is Quicker than the streams, I smile,
My love is Deeper than oceans, I smile,
My love is Shiner than the moon, I smile,
My love is more Beautiful than every beautiful sight, I smile,

I smile and walk away thinking that I have the
Queen of beauty to ever last my happiness...
So I fall more in love with you.

poem by Legendary Gamer
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Seeking For Happiness

Seeking for happiness we must go slowly;
The road leads not down avenues of haste;
But often gently winds through by ways lowly,
Whose hidden pleasures are serene and chaste.
Seeking for happiness we must take heed
Of simple joys that are not found in speed.

Eager for noon-time's large effulgent splendour,
Too oft we miss the beauty of the dawn,
Which tiptoes by us, evanescent, tender,
Its pure delights unrecognised till gone.
Seeking for happiness we needs must care
For all the little things that make life fair.

Dreaming of future pleasures and achievements
We must not let to-day starve at our door;
Nor wait till after losses and bereavements
Before we count the riches in our store.
Seeking for happiness we must prize this-
Not what will be, or was, but that which is.

In simple pathways hand in hand with duty
(With faith and love, too, ever at her side),
May happiness be met in all her beauty
The while we search for her both far and wide.
Seeking for happiness we find the way
Doing the things we ought to do each day.

poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Trans-Europe Express

Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Rendezvous on Champs-Elysees
Leave Paris in the morning on T.E.E.
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
In Vienna we sit in a late-night cafe
Straight connection, T.E.E.
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
From station to station
back to Dusseldorf City
Meet Iggy Pop and David Bowie
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express

song performed by by Kraftwerk
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Wonder

early morning when
you open your eyes
try seeing the newness
of everything: wonder.

it is the beginning of
wisdom. it is the first
day of your life. it is.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Frog's Fate

Contemptuous of his home beyond
The village and the village-pond,
A large-souled Frog who spurned each byway
Hopped along the imperial highway.

Nor grunting pig nor barking dog
Could disconcert so great a Frog.
The morning dew was lingering yet,
His sides to cool, his tongue to wet:
The night-dew, when the night should come,
A travelled Frog would send him home.

Not so, alas! The wayside grass
Sees him no more: not so, alas!
A broad-wheeled waggon unawares
Ran him down, his joys, his cares.
From dying choke one feeble croak
The Frog's perpetual silence broke: -
‘Ye buoyant Frogs, ye great and small,
Even I am mortal after all!
My road to fame turns out a wry way;
I perish on the hideous highway;
Oh for my old familiar byway!’

The choking Frog sobbed and was gone;
The Waggoner strode whistling on.
Unconscious of the carnage done,
Whistling that Waggoner strode on -
Whistling (it may have happened so)
‘A froggy would a-wooing go.’
A hypothetic frog trolled he,
Obtuse to a reality.

O rich and poor, O great and small,
Such oversights beset us all.
The mangled Frog abides incog,
The uninteresting actual frog:
The hypothetic frog alone
Is the one frog we dwell upon.

poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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A silent river

In the silent river my sweetheart tell me everything
See how calm the waters
In the silent river my sweetheart tell me what you feel
see how beautiful the river
With the sound of birds whistling
Joyful whistling in this river

How happy they gave beauty on this silent river
In the silent river my love dont forget with our promises
Sound of water running thrilling us
Note the butterfly flew with graceful
Add warm atmospher here
in the silent river

how much i have anxious waiting for you here
in the silent river
The anxiety i always remember our promises
here in the silent river
When there is only me that shaded the sun's heat
To time gives the distance between us
In the silent river..
my sweetheart dont forget with our love

poem by Dwi utami
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Sonnet: Dawn

Dawn- the daily morning’s phenomenon!
A beauty most poets revel at times;
Creeping stealthily as the sun comes on,
Harkened by bird-songs that teach us our rhymes.

The darkened leaves of the plants and the trees,
Become lightened and a cool breeze blows by,
Seeking fresh nectar come the humming bees,
As soon the night and sleep will have to die!

What freshness fills up the air and the sphere!
As sunlight suddenly lights the whole world;
And Birds begin to fly with joy here/there;
The mist and the dew add beauty untold.

Dawn, Thou art so beautiful every day!
Nature’s ‘Good Morning! ’ to us in a way.

poem by John Celes
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Ain't Got Nothin' Better

I'm always on the run with my guitar and my old shoes
I'm movin' and I'm groovin' and I really got the blues
I'm always havin' fun and I've got nothin' left to lose
I never tune my guitar 'cause I like the way it grooves
Sitting in a sleazy bar I'm slowly goin' down
I ain't got no more money but I know you'll be around
Early in the morning and the first kiss isn't far
I ain't got nothing better than my girl and my guitar
We're rockin' and we're rolling and we don't know what we do
We play so loud and out of tune I need a new tattoo
We don't give a damn-shit we five horsemen on the run
We only wanna go out there and have a lot of fun
Chorus
Take me through the night and I will always be with you
Feel me, touch me, hear me, yes I love the things we do
Love me and I show you just the way I love you too
We belong together and I never let you go
Chorus

song performed by by Helloween
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Moss Hanging From Sunset Trees

I love the beauty of nature
I love the quiet of a still river...
I love the beauty of rare pristine nature

I love the quiet tranquil flow of a still river...
I love the sparkle light on sunset water
I love moss hanging from sunset trees...

cool breeze blows across cool river water
sounds smells infuse senses river lover sees...

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Think Like The Sea

think like the sea
be deep
like its oceans
be thoroughly wide
like its domains
arrive at every continent
and welcome the
newness of their
shores

do not just be like any man
staying in one place
digging his own grave
with no lover
crying over his
passing
like any other wind
a gust
a push, another
unwanted pus.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Early Morning, The

morn
things burst
from within me
the ocean wave
the cries of seagulls
sweep of vapours
those few twinkling stars
and the shiny planet
that slowly loses itself
in the glare of daylight
in me a flower blooms
the day that slowly dawns
light inches itself into me
the way the petals slowly
spread themselves out
welcoming each day
gracing it with such beauty
each of my acts i make sure
would make the day worth it
my heart slowly blooms
like the roses every new day
every mistake, a sting on the petal
by an unwelcomed ant

inspired by

Early Morning, The
The moon on the one hand, the dawn on the other:
The moon is my sister, the dawn is my brother.
The moon on my left and the dawn on my right.
My brother, good morning: my sister, good night.
Hilaire Belloc

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Infatuation

There is infatuation in cat's mew
It is there in 'cock crowing its own dung hill'
It could be in the whole assembly of people
There There is infatuation in cat's mew
It is there in 'cock crowing its own dung hill'
It could be in the whole assembly of people
There is no place in fact for it to remain stand and still
The commotion of events and the burst of imagination
Did not confine itself into 'archer' of its fashion
If we take its linchpin from the womb of mother
You will not find its glory a bit farther
Its there from nascent of progenitors and race thereafter
Bowing in liturgy and forming into art and passion
That's what we call homo-sapien's passion
Which can go 'acclivity' into newness of fashion

poem by Hafiz Qasim
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