Ill on a journey;
my dreams wander
over a withered moor.
haiku by Matsuo Basho
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The Withering Of The Boughs
I CRIED when the moon was mutmuring to the birds:
'Let peewit call and curlew cry where they will,
I long for your merry and tender and pitiful words,
For the roads are unending, and there is no place to my mind.'
The honey-pale moon lay low on the sleepy hill,
And I fell asleep upon lonely Echtge of streams.
No boughs have withered because of the wintry wind;
The boughs have withered because I have told them my dreams.
I know of the leafy paths that the witches take
Who come with their crowns of pearl and their spindles of wool,
And their secret smile, out of the depths of the lake;
I know where a dim moon drifts, where the Danaan kind
Wind and unwind their dances when the light grows cool
On the island lawns, their feet where the pale foam gleams.
No boughs have withered because of the wintry wind;
The boughs have withered because I have told them my dreams.
I know of the sleepy country, where swans fly round
Coupled with golden chains, and sing as they fly.
A king and a queen are wandering there, and the sound
Has made them so happy and hopeless, so deaf and so blind
With wisdom, they wander till all the years have gone by;
I know, and the curlew and peewit on Echtge of streams.
No boughs have withered because of the wintry wind;
The boughs have withered because I have told them my dreams.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Basho's Death Poem
Sick on my journey,
only my dreams will wander
these desolate moors
poem by Matsuo Basho
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Beast Of Codden Moor
fear rides the beast of codden moor
the men are hunting the beast of
codden moor
it run, s as fast as legs will carry
it, s breath steam, s on air so crisp
it, s heart beats a tempo of it, s own
faster faster faster faster faster
you beast of codden moor
but men ride horse, s fast as wind
to catch a beast on codden moor
that falls and tumbles through the snow
upon codden moor
it raises a head of strengh and beauty
a horn of bone lies within the head
of a beast of codden moor
death comes quick as spears stab down
as swords swish as they find virgin flesh
on this beast of codden moor
poem by Graham Russell
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Trust Me
Will you wander away with me?
On the journey of my life
On the wings of strife
I will take you through
enchanted lands
through mists and
through sands
Will you accompany me on my odyssey?
I'll give you my love to play
I'll give you my heart to stay
Will you wander away with me?
On the journey of my life
On the wings of strife.
poem by Waqas Naeem
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Cry For Love
These words I write to you
Are nearer to vital truth
Than anything I know:
Clouds pass and I see
The face of love, your face,
Pale and irretrievable
And it agitates my heart
Which has been cleft asunder
Since the day you left me
On the Spanish Steps;
And I am grown old
My passion has been lost; without you,
I need not such ballast for this journey
Here I moor my lonely ship and wander
Ever across the land, murmurin' softly
Love and sorrow, each with arms around me,
Whisperin' as I move along as these tears,
Shaken from mysery bearin' clouds,
Cry for love
poem by MacGregor Tagliaferro
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Withered And Died
This cruel old country has driven me down, teased me and lied.
I've only sad stories to tell to this town
My dreams have withered and died.
Once I was bending the tops of the trees,
Kind thoughts in my head, kind voices to hear.
Then I took up with a girl from the West.
They'd run and hide, they'd run and hide.
Count one to ten and she's gone like the rest.
My dreams have withered and died.
If I was a butterfly, lived for a day,
I could be free just blowing away.
Silver moon sailor and silver moonshine
On the water so wide, water so wide,
Slip from the bed of a good friend of mine
My dreams have withered and died.
Once I was bending the tops of the trees
Kind thoughts in my head, kind voices to hear.
This cruel country has driven me down, teased me and lied.
Teased me and lied.
I've only sad stories to tell to this town.
My dreams have withered and died. (x3)
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Withered & Died
This cruel old country has driven me down, teased me and lied.
Ive only sad stories to tell to this town
My dreams have withered and died.
Once I was bending the tops of the trees,
Kind thoughts in my head, kind voices to hear.
Then I took up with a girl from the west.
Theyd run and hide, theyd run and hide.
Count one to ten and shes gone like the rest.
My dreams have withered and died.
If I was a butterfly, lived for a day,
I could be free just blowing away.
Silver moon sailor and silver moonshine
On the water so wide, water so wide,
Slip from the bed of a good friend of mine
My dreams have withered and died.
Once I was bending the tops of the trees
Kind thoughts in my head, kind voices to hear.
This cruel country has driven me down, teased me and lied.
Teased me and lied.
Ive only sad stories to tell to this town.
My dreams have withered and died. (x3)
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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If a Tree could Wander
Oh, if a tree could wander
and move with foot and wings!
It would not suffer the axe blows
and not the pain of saws!
For would the sun not wander
away in every night ?
How could at ev'ry morning
the world be lighted up?
And if the ocean's water
would not rise to the sky,
How would the plants be quickened
by streams and gentle rain?
The drop that left its homeland,
the sea, and then returned ?
It found an oyster waiting
and grew into a pearl.
Did Yusaf not leave his father,
in grief and tears and despair?
Did he not, by such a journey,
gain kingdom and fortune wide?
Did not the Prophet travel
to far Medina, friend?
And there he found a new kingdom
and ruled a hundred lands.
You lack a foot to travel?
Then journey into yourself!
And like a mine of rubies
receive the sunbeams? print!
Out of yourself ? such a journey
will lead you to your self,
It leads to transformation
of dust into pure gold!
Island Of Dreams
(tom springfield)
(the springfields)
I wander the streets
And the gay crowded places
Trying to forget you
But somehow it seems
That my thoughts ever stray
To our last sweet embraces
Over the sea on the island of dreams
High in the sky is a bird on a wing
Please carry me with you
Far far away from the mad rushing crowd
Please carry me with you
Again I would wander
Where memories enfold me
There on the beautiful island of dreams
High in the sky is a bird on the wing
Please carry me with you
Far far away from the mad rushing crowd
Please carry me with you
Again I would wander
Where memories enfold me
There on the beautiful island of dreams
Far far away on the island of dreams
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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The Dangerous Journey Of Love! ! !
Love is a one way journey, in which it is easy to get in,
every heart makes this journey, hoping someday they win,
some hearts never stop and make this journey way to far,
and realize their mistake, only when they end up with a scar.
Every heart walks thinking their destiny is in this way,
building dreams upon dreams, every night and every day,
from their lips hundreds of prayers goes into the skies,
hoping to meet their love, every time they close their eyes.
Some get stranded in the middle, not knowing what to do,
the pain begins to creep in, to break their heart in two,
the path that was once was thought to be a bed of roses,
seems to turned into a nightmare, as all the door closes.
Still some pursue their dreams, hoping they will make it,
shedding blood and tears all the way, and never say i quit,
overcoming all the barriers, some somehow make it through,
to just hear those three magical words, which is I LOVE YOU.
Some set their soul free by embracing death with their hands,
writing another love chapter as they sleep beneath the sands,
they had no other option, as their journey signaled THE END,
their hearts were broken beyond any force on earth could mend.
This is one journey, in which each step teaches something new,
millions take this journey but successful journeys are few,
still many make this journey, ignoring the warning from above,
this is not summer trip, it is 'The Dangerous Journey Of Love'.
poem by Kumar Kumar
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The Moor has done his duty, the Moor may go.
Ethereal Journey
I believe in magic and dreams
I have a dream to
wish upon a star
that I will find you
to take you away
on an ethereal journey
where love lives forever
and dreams always come true
dreams of endless rainbows
flying unicorns
fields of daffodils
and your golden smile
I believe in angel's dreams
and dream upon a star
that I will find you
I stand under the twilight rain
upon a water garden and capture
the stardusts of your heart
take me away
on an ethereal journey
where love lives forever...
and dreams always come true
poem by Jacqueline Hernandez
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Agenda's of the journey
Agenda's of the Journey
Dust dominates the horizon,
Seldom to the season have I withered under the morning star?
The bridge of hope stands firm today,
My chest fills with air!
The path cracks, gash, wounded over time,
If I was to have know the outcome,
I would prefer to journey the bottom of the sea,
Yet,
She inflames the currents,
Thrusting back waves on a raft,
Against the ocean, against the outcome, under the morning star,
She causes my face to invade with a smile
To Travel To Wander To Be Away From Anything
today i leave on a journey beyond the sea
i shall wander to see the other face of this earth
somewhere
i will be away from anything
it is my decision
it is my need,
away, i will wander, away, i will ponder
i will be hgher from this place
so i can see better from this far
i will be silent i will not write
i will not make conclusions
the wandering will be long
i will be alone
to the wonders of God's creations
unspeakable
unfathomable
i will just watch the flow of days and nights
i will be silent still
this spectator, this wanderer
this worshipper,
these eyes will just feel
unspeaking
because there are no words equivalent
to these wonders
that now i will begin to see with so much beauty
that will surely
shame me
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Journey Through
Journey through
Live anew
Climb the hill
Win, have the will
Highs and lows
Confidence grows
Goals are set
Aspirations are met
There you are
Come so far
Dreams come true
Journey through
poem by Rose Angel H
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Journey to Be
I think I'll journey out some day to wondrous lands afar,
Or even chart a journey to a distant blazing star.
But rest assured that when my journey begs to take its cue,
Always know that when I go, this journey takes you too.
We'll start our journey out from here by horse and cart of old,
The seaside docks - and journey pauses - where we shall behold
A noble schooner for the journey primed to launch as planned:
To sail with dolphins cross the seas then journey back on land.
And so our journey goes by foot to conquer mountains tall:
A chapter hence the journey reached, with scenes that should enthral.
But when we tire, let's rest our journey, stretched in fields of flowers,
And bathe atop the mountain from the journey - autumn showers!
Refreshed, our journey takes a turn - we'll venture back for home,
But first we'll let the journey take a tangent just to roam.
And in the winding route, this journey's bound to bide content,
But most of all take heed - let's make our journey life's event.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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I Wonder As I Wander
I wonder as I wander, outunder the sky
How jesus the savior, did come for die
For poor ornry people like you and like i
I wonder as I wander, outunder the sky
When mary birthed jesus, twas in a cowstall
With wise men and farmers and shepherds and all
And high from gods heaven a starlight did fall
And the promise of ages, it then did recall
If jesus had wanted for any wee thing
A star in the sky or a bird on the wing
Or all of gods angels in heaven to sing
He surely couldve had it, cause he was the king
I wonder as I wander, outunder the sky
I wonder as I wander
I wonder as I wander, outunder the sky
How jesus the savior, did come for die
For poor ornry people like you and like i
I wonder as I wander, outunder the sky
I wonder as I wander outunder the, sky
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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You Long To Go To A Place Near Mountain Streams (Triolet)
You long to go to a place near mountain streams
where we wander around in our memories
or maybe to the Knysna forest you go in your dreams.
You long to go to a place near mountain streams
for which your heart at times screams
where we wander among the trees without worries.
You long to go to a place near mountain streams,
where we wander around in our memories.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Indian To His Love
THE island dreams under the dawn
And great boughs drop tranquillity;
The peahens dance on a smooth lawn,
A parrot sways upon a tree,
Raging at his own image in the enamelled sea.
Here we will moor our lonely ship
And wander ever with woven hands,
Murmuring softly lip to lip,
Along the grass, along the sands,
Murmuring how far away are the unquiet lands:
How we alone of mortals are
Hid under quiet boughs apart,
While our love grows an Indian star,
A meteor of the burning heart,
One with the tide that gleams, the wings that gleam
and dart,
The heavy boughs, the burnished dove
That moans and sighs a hundred days:
How when we die our shades will rove,
When eve has hushed the feathered ways,
With vapoury footsole by the water's drowsy blaze.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Journey From A Small Place
I think I'll journey out some day to wondrous lands afar,
Or even chart a journey to a distant blazing star.
I make a journey in a paper
A contemplation ink in white field
I make a journey inside the book
Traveling my imagination in the word ocean
I make a journey under the table
A furious food battle on the ground
I make a journey on top of the roof
Transforming myself among the cloud in the sky
I make a journey outside the glass
A different possibility faces on the transparent canvas
I make a journey at the bridge
Clearing the dark shadow with the water current
I make a journey above the tree
An adventure child who never stops to grow
I make a journey over my pillow
Bringing a piece of dream to reality world
poem by Selam G. Sekuar
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