haiku~ resting
resting in the snow
country cottage blowing smoke
a cozy fireplace
haiku by Marius Alexandru (April 2020)
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haiku~ resting
resting in the snow
country cottage blowing smoke
a cozy fireplace
haiku by Marius Alexandru (February 2020)
Submitted by anonym
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Let me keep watch
Let me keep watch
Over your body when
You are resting in peace.
Let me sacrifice
My meditation to you
When you are resting in peace
Let me protect your body
From rotting
When you are resting in peace.
Let me protect your memories
And dreamless dreams
When you are resting in peace.
Let me plant a fruit tree
Above you that I may still eat
When you are resting in peace.
Let me storm the gates of heaven
When you are resting in peace.
Let me give you oblation
Of our experience
When you are resting in peace.
Let me breathe for you
When you are resting in peace.
Let me douse the fires of hell
When you are resting in peace.
Let me glorify your name
When you are resting in peace.
Let me be your counterpoint
When you are resting in peace.
Let me overcome the light
When you are resting in peace.
Let me touch your organs
When you are resting in peace.
Let me drink your water
When you are resting in peace.
Let me describe your bones
When you are resting in peace.
Let me dream your dreams
When you are resting in peace.
poem by David E. Patton
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Resting on your laurels is as dangerous as resting when you are walking in the snow. You doze off and die in your sleep.
quote by Ludwig Wittgenstein
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Oh To Be Out In The Country
A hot day in the city and scarce a puff of breeze
Oh to be out in the country in the cool shade of the trees
In the shadow of the wattles leafing through a favourite book
Listening to the coot and black duck calling in the quiet brook.
Oh to be out in the country on this sunny Summer's day
In the hills above Wonthaggi more than eighty miles away
In the shadow of the gum trees many miles from city street
Stretched and resting on the fog grass sheltering from the mid day heat.
I feel tired of city living city life's a hard old slog
And I am sick of man's pollution sick of breathing smoke and smog
Oh to be out in the country by a creek enjoying a beer
In a World free of pollution many miles away from here.
A hot day in the city near thirty five degrees
Oh to be out in the country in the cool shade of the trees
In the shadow of the gum trees many miles from city street
Stretched and resting on the fog grass sheltering from the mid day heat.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Afterglow (Of Your Love)
Love
Love is all around me everywhere
Love has come to touch my soul
With someone who really cares
No one can denounce
People who once passed me by
Just turn their heads 'round
I'm happy just to be with you
And lovin' you the way I do
'Cause everything I need to know
Just resting in the afterglow of your love
You have always been
A feeling deep inside
A feeling that I could not see or touch or try to hide
My love is deep and drowns you
I bless the day that I found you
So listen baby
I'm happy just to be with you
And lovin' you the way I do
'Cause everything I need to know
Just resting in the afterglow of your love
Love is like a voice in my head
Keeps turning 'round the things that I'm saying
I'm happy just to be with you
And lovin' you the way I do
'Cause everything I need to know
Just resting in the afterglow of your love
I'm happy just to be with you
And lovin' you the way I do
'Cause everything I need to know
Just resting in the afterglow of your love
I'm happy just to be with you
And lovin' you the way I do
'Cause everything I need to know
Just resting in the afterglow of your love
song performed by by Quiet Riot
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Friend Passing
Resting by the road
Open to the sky
Watching for the birds
And whatever else goes by
Resting by the road
Listening for the rain
Would have made better time
Except for needing the cane
It helps me to get along
Sometimes gets in my way
Just like my friend
With whom I used to share the day
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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The Fireplace
What is it about a fireplace
that draws you to its flame?
Is it the warmth created
like a sun that came
and shone upon your body
with the intensity of heat?
Or is it the comfortable feeling
which makes you feel replete?
The flicker and the crackle,
the sizzle that you hear
invites your senses to remain
close to the hearth and peer
hypnotically tranquilized
quietly taking a rest
like a bird in sunshine
in a cozy, cozy nest.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Here With Me
I didn't hear you leave
I wonder how am I still here
And I don't want to move a thing
It might change my memory
[Chorus:]
Oh I am what I am
I'll do what I want
But I can't hide
I won't go
I won't sleep
I can't breathe
Until you're resting here with me
I won't leave
I can't hide
I cannot be
Until you're resting here with me
I don't want to call my friends
They might wake me from this dream
And I can't leave this bed
Risk forgetting all that's been
[Chorus ]
song performed by by Dido from No Angel
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Death's Time Comes Shy
Never resting;
Time!
The silver arm
bleeds silver:
blood.
Death beckons
Cries. Cuts.
CALM.
Death hides,
waits...
Always watching.
Never resting.
Time. Time.
TIME.
Sharing Dreams
He had a dream of living a life of rustic idyll, to see and feel
seasons, so he bought a derelict cottage in pastoral Algarve.
Took his wife along, explained how the cottage would look
like when done up; she said nothing. With help of workmen
he began repair and life for a while was primitive. He saw his
wife was not happy, when she said she had go home to look
after her daughter, he understood. Months went, but a day
in February the home was ready, he had even acquired a dog.
Outside the almond trees were shedding and petals looked as
pink snow. Rang her, but she didn´t want to come and live in
his bucolic wonderland. "But I thought you liked it", he said.
"You never asked me, took me for granted, this is you dream
not mine…" The cottage was still and cold, his dog sensed his
dejections jumped up on his lap liking his face. He went into
the shed, collected wood for the fireplace, his dream was now
like an old coat too comfy to throw away.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Hidden smoke is a friend indeed
'If they pick I have some words for a country sad song.
Yes, If they sing I hear quietly.'
A rising smoke from a cottage chimney whispers to the barren sky.
'They burn the happiness and it turns into smoke.
Where do I go nobody knows?
But don't be frightened
I never pollute the sky and I promise you to bring rain for your crops to smile
And feed you in a severe drought.'
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Billys Bones
Billy ran around with the rare old crew
And he knew an arsenal from tottenham blue
Wed be a darn sight better of if we knew
Where billys bones are resting now
Billy saw a copper and he hit him in the knee
And he took him down from six foot to five foot three
Then he hit him fair and square in the do-re-mi
That copper wont be having any family
Hey billy son where are you now
Dont you know that we need you now
With a ra-ta-ta and the old kow-tow
Where are billys bones resting now
Billy went away with the peace-keeping force
cause he liked a bloody good fight of course
Went away in an old khaki van to the banks of the river jordan
Billy saw the arabs and he had em on the run
When he got em in the range of his sub-machine gun
Then he had the israelis in his sights, went a ra-ta-ta
And they ran like shiites
Hey billy son where are you now
Dont you know that we need you now
With a ra-ta-ta and the old kow-tow
Where are billys bones resting now
One night billy had a rare old time,
Laughing and singing on the lebanon line
Came back to camp not looking too pretty
Never even got to see the holy city
Now billys out there in the desert sun
And his mother cries when the morning comes
And theres mothers crying all over this world
For their poor dead darling boys and girls
Hey billy son where are you now
Dont you know that we need you now
With a ra-ta-ta and the old kow-tow
Where are billys bones resting now
Have a billy holiday
Born on a monday
Married on a tuesday
Drunk on a wednesday
Got plugged on a thursday
Sick on a friday
Died on a saturday
Buried on a sunday
song performed by by Pogues
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Veil In Time
A certain face
lies in the
shadows of
yesterday.
Once so alive
real,
energetic,
sweet and
caring.
Tears cried in
the night
a pillow damp
with moisture.
A name blowing
in the wind
whispering
softly
I love you.
Now a memory
resting behind
a veil of time.
poem by Heather Burns
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Sound Like A Melody
it's a trick of my mind
to faces bathing in the screenlight
she's so soft and warm in my arms
i tune it into the scene
my hand are resting on her shoulders
when we're dancing away for a while
oh, we're moving, we're falling, we step into the fire
by the hour of the wolf in a midnight dream
there's no reason to hurry, just start that brand new story
set it alight, we're head over heels in love
head over heels
the ringing of your laughter it sounds like a melody
to once forbidden places we'll go for a while
it's the definite show
our shadows resting in the moonlight
it's so clear and bright in your eyes
it's the touch of your sighs
my lips are resting on your shoulder
when we're moving so soft and slow
we need the extasy, the jelousy, the comedy of love
like the cary grants and kellys once before
give me more tragedy, more harmony and phantasy, my love
and set it alight, just starting that satellite
set it alight
song performed by by Alphaville
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Big Black Smoke
She was sick and tired of country life.
A little country home,
A little country folk,
Made her blood run cold.
Now her mother pines her heart away,
Looking for her child in the big black smoke,
In the big black smoke.
Frailest, purest girl the world has seen,
According to her ma, according to her pa,
And everybody said,
That she knew no sin and did no wrong,
Till she walked the streets of the big black smoke,
Of the big black smoke.
Well, she slept in caffs and coffee bars and bowling alleys,
And every penny she had
Was spent on purple hearts and cigarettes.
She took all her pretty coloured clothes,
And ran away from home
And the boy next door,
For a boy named joe.
And he took her money for the rent
And tried to drag her down in the big black smoke,
In the big black smoke.
In the big black smoke.
In the big black smoke.
song performed by by Kinks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Geese Park
Geese Park,
Resting Place,
In Accra;
And, the President of Ghana,
John Evans Atta Mills was laid to rest.
Geese, peacocks, pigeons, doves and docks!
In a clean envirinment to pay their respect;
But, with a big pond around under tight security.
Face out of sand,
Words out of mind,
Works out of hands;
With mourners dressed in Red and Black! !
And, his resting place was at the Geese Park.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Encounter drop
mixed feeling
crush the emotional
distressed
with a resting
pebble of diamond jewels
of style hoping
that every inch
of failure the day
is over
Dear like
a lasting rainbow
of the clouds, where
nothing left
but a hope that beautiful
dream will
render echo of
loving perfume smell
of happiness
lead me where
you begin and touch
the resting
soul of beauty and the oasis
of the droplets moist
haul the sweet memories
I leave
find and step forward
my Darling...
poem by Antonio Liao
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Sounds Like A Melody
Alphaville:
Sounds like a melody
Its a trick of my mind
To faces bathing in the screenlight
Shes so soft and warm in my arms
I tune it into the scene
My hand are resting on her shoulders
When were dancing away for a while
Oh, were moving, were falling, we step into the fire
By the hour of the wolf in a midnight dream
Theres no reason to hurry, just start that brand new story
Set it alight, were head over heels in love
Head over heels
The ringing of your laughter it sounds like a melody
To once forbidden places well go for a while
Its the definite show
Our shadows resting in the moonlight
Its so clear and bright in your eyes
Its the touch of your sighs
My lips are resting on your shoulder
When were moving so soft and slow
We need the extasy, the jelousy, the comedy of love
Like the cary grants and kellys once before
Give me more tragedy, more harmony and phantasy, my ***d e a r***
And set it alight, just starting that satellite
Set it alight
song performed by by Alphaville
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Prize Possession
Sanctuary
Is what you
Are to me
Yeah
No dictionary
Can find
The words to say
How much
I love you
Hallejiah
It's bout time I found someone Whose gonna love me
For me
Hey Miss Beloved
Since you come into my life
And unlocked the door
To my heart
I've been free
Many have called
But the chosen are few
Yeah
Said there's so few
That's why I'm so happy
Woman
To be lying next to you
Yeah
Prize possession
You're my
Movie star
My near or far
My everything
You are my
Prize possession
You are my cozy nights
My fireplace
My sweet melodies
You put the light at the end of my
Tunnel
Yes you did
And you did not let me die
When it looks like life was gettin' away
From me
Ohhh
You loved
And clothed
And you fed me woman
I remember
Momma
You're my best friend
I love you
And woman you've got to know your
My prize possession
Said you are my
Movie star
My near or far
My Christmas carol
Prize possession
You are my
Cozy nights
My fireplace
My sweet melodies
Lady April
Let your rain fall down
It's much cozier when it's wet
We can cuddle up together
Oohhhhh
Aww!
C'mon suga
We can weather any storm
A family that prays together
Will stay together
Prize Possession
song performed by by Isley Brothers
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Snow Song
Fairy snow, fairy snow,
Blowing, blowing everywhere,
Would that I
Too, could fly
Lightly, lightly through the air.
Like a wee, crystal star
I should drift, I should blow
Near, more near,
To my dear
Where he comes through the snow.
I should fly to my love
Like a flake in the storm,
I should die,
I should die,
On his lips that are warm.
poem by Sara Teasdale
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