Whatso might happen happens still
Try churning oceans of wisdom,
You may well get nectar of life,
But churning life's venomous strife,
The crown of thorn comes with kingdom.
Ask not the hen on a dunghill
O when the sun would rise,
The sun shall rise to scorching noon,
To fall and fall till midnight's moon,
Till death rises, till dark night dies,
And new dawn as ever does dawn,
Though unsteady, like a newly born fawn,
Whatso might happen happens still.
Notice, dawn dawns not till dusk dies,
The sun must set if it should rise.
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Not a traditional sonnet this, but a sonnet still.
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- Sonnets | 08.04.11 |
poem by Aniruddha Pathak
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Wed belong, close at heart
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Hope that girl shell come today
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Sweat keeps pourin down
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Arctic Song
The days get older
The shadows colder
The seasons pause in vain
And in the north
We sit until
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The sun won't rise again, my love
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We'll sufer through this bane
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Cross the puddles and the furrows
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WAS it light that spake from the darkness,
or music that shone from the word,
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Souls enthralled and entrammelled in bondage
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The Rower's Chant
ROW till the land dip 'neath
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Row till the waves, out-stripped,
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Lifeless world that isn’t dead
A beauty that is left unseen
From the darkness will this world be led?
Night and day, this worlds between
The question stands: Is it dusk or dawn?
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Another day yet breaks when comes Sun-rise,
To show that Hope is not lost forever;
The living are now more foolish or wise;
Some change for the better; some can never.
Unbearable's the scorching Sun at noon,
The peak of every man's activity;
The tired mind and body tend to swoon,
As Sun-set covers village and city.
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The Moon and Stars come one by one in view;
And sleep engulfs many men, if not all;
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If you can think of me as a love you've never known
I want nothing more than to forget my vexing pain
Keep me warm till I've been burned by the sun
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When you set,
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The Last Ode
Nov. 27, 8 B.C. Horace, BK. V. Ode 31
As watchers couched beneath a Bantine oak,
Hearing the dawn-wind stir,
Know that the present strength of night is broke
Though no dawn threaten her
Till dawn's appointed hour--so Virgil died,
Aware of change at hand, and prophesied
Change upon all the Eternal Gods had made
And on the Gods alike--
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A Star new-risen above the living and dead;
And the lost shades that were our loves restored
As lovers, and for ever. So he said;
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Maecenas waits me on the Esquiline:
Thither to-night go I....
And shall this dawn restore us, Virgil mine
To dawn? Beneath what sky?
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Pocket Sun
Hold your head down in a ducking pond
See how I breathe the bubbles
Pick a few stars out for a cloudy night
I could tame damien
My love infectious bites you
I have a pocket sun boy
Im everything that burns in you
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In my element day, I know I can feel the dawn
In my evergreen day, in my beautiful day
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My window wide and open
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Faint reminders of the rerun flicks of old days
Caught in iron till it melts and bleeds them life
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In my evergreen day, in my beautiful day
I know I can feel the dawn, feel the dawn
In my evergreen day x6
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Wife to Be (Petrarchan Sonnet)
I stroll along a fragrant country lane
With honeysuckle perfume on the air -
And feathered crooner's warble to revere -
Then cross a golden sea of flowing grain
In empathy - it seems to sense my pain
Of knowing all was done with my affair -
Her empty meaning now the solitaire
She cast away - betrothment all in vain.
But oceans team with many fish to catch
So I must up and hoist another sail
And seek the one that really waits for me,
For soon auspicious breezes will prevail
In guiding forth to find a truer match:
The one to take my hand as wife to be.
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Dance Mayflies Dance
They dance they sing a cheerful song
to spread the wings beyond along
the rising sun they want they take
under the blue of silent lake
They dance they sing a melody
no winter wind but trees embrace
the summer glows red ivory
no winter wind but only grace
they jump they fly a symphony
no winter wind but joyful face
They live they dance against the day
the moment of they can not dance
sparkling wings they were washed away
they fall dying they can not dance
the sky the moon were turning gray
till dawn they lost they can not dance
They are Mayflies which dance to live
though short they live they love to give
till dawn they lost their wings to fly
till dawn they lost the dreams so high
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A Working Man
I am a working man
up from dawn to dusk.
I till the fields to keep my family fed.
The soil is not my right,
but a gift to me.
If I handle it with care,
crops every year it rewards me.
I am a working man
and when my day is done,
the warmth of my family
fills the place I call home.
Every morning I see
the wonders of the rising sun
and as night approaches,
I watch the moon come up.
My life is sometimes hard,
but I know satisfaction of a job well done.
It is our daily bread,
where our money comes from.
God blessed me with this land
and I look after it for him.
For I am a working man
up from dawn to dusk.
26 November 2007
poem by David Harris
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The Days They Fly
Hark! The sun it rises
But the mourning dove cries
As morning it dies
Lo, high sun's rise
Hearken! Noontide arrives
But soon the meadowlark sings
And takes to its wings
West, as evening bell rings
Hark! The night the moon illumines
Now hear raven's crow
Those that tarry below
Now midnight you know
Hearken! Morning approaches
Heron's white wings flows
As the seed of dawn grows
No longer caught in dark throes
poem by T.A. Rosenbaum
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Till the dawn-light; ember lilts
The eyes of dawn will make my bed
In the river of some dream,
Where half-forgotten limbs will rise
Like vapor's on the breeze;
But who will walk or lean on me
Lean against this idle frame?
Who will take my grey-goose quilt?
And wrap it around my arms
And say wake my love for I am here
For I am here to stir your lonesome heart
And warm your bones in winter's dark
Till the dawn-light; ember lilts.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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