Mound
The old man knows very well
Going down by the snowbank, theres a mound
A mound that an old man knows good
Look who raises his shoe all over this mound
Right over the world thats another rewind
And its time, time, time for the last rewind
For a broken old man and a world unkind
He buried all his memories of home
In an icy clump that lies beneath the ground
No one knows how far he traveled
Oh! I heard he walked miles from the little mound
Can he find some shelter?
He doesnt know to behold what the cold frost can do
And at last till he realized hed circled back around
Round a back circle, round a back realized
Ice is all he was made of
The bitter blue, and frozen through
He went over to the mound
Reclining down his final thoughts
Were drifting to the time this life had shined
song performed by by Phish
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Poem about Poery - Poetry Editor
dear poetry editor,
sorry if my poem
has transported you
to a monotonous desert
mound and mound of words
that read murky as the pile
you mean to chuck into bin
sorry if the poem does
not lend a glitter of a gem
to give you a fresh space
to view and reflect on the world
as you down your hot fragrant
soothing coffee
sorry if it does not carry
enough poetic zing to
to warrant a space for
upliftment of spirits
so that your readers
would tackle it right at the rack,
and let the enchantment
of the world in crisp
consonents and free
wheeling vowels
dance into his life
forgive me if i have not let him
come out of my poem
another person in the world
may be the next time round
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A scar not healing!
Blank horizon, swashing waves,
A tear dropp mixes
With ash, heavy heart bleeds
Mound on earth, beneath lies
One whose struggles
One whose sacrifices
Fed me,
Gave me,
Light and bread
Hollow is my heart, mound on earth
A scar not healing, dad, buried on earth!
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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Starlight Magick
Dancing in starlight
And drinking in the moon
Fauns and nymphs
The precious ones
They’re celebrating joy
Frolicking and playing games
Of a forgotten time
The mead it flows
In abundant streams
From fairy mound to fairy mound
The grandest ball you ever did see
Trapped inside the fairy circle
The magick starts to grow
Call upon the power of the Goddess
In perfect love of course
poem by Ismael Rodriguez
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MT. O' Lip'us
I awake at an angle…
A view I never knew…The earth on it's axis…
Showing the head of the sun…
And in that sunlight …
I see (mons pubis) …
The (mound) I so often…
Fine in the dark…
Just sitting there…
Looking all bald…?
And you unique at first sight…
Nothing out of the night…
I viewed it as something new…
As the sunlight got brighter…
The mound became much smoother…
Almost… life like…
Then she moved and covered the mound with her hand…
I removed her hand…replacing it with my head…
The sunlight covered us both…
As I smiled …snuggling down…
For the morning…I…could….
Hear a nightingale…gabbling…
Whisperkwane@gma il.com
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Atop a Mound
I sit atop a mound,
High above the ground,
Contemplating time,
Listening for a sound,
Then I start to climb,
All the way back down,
Down, down, down,
To the grassy ground.
poem by Joshua Dinkin
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12: 13
the last drop,
the tongue crawls and licks
the reddish mound
living its life to the
last drop, deliciously
taking in
what this beating life
has to offer, this last drop
still the best,
in sleep still dream
the last drop, the last
of the moaning drop,
an ode to
the delicious offering
of the pink mound,
glistening dew
this rose of a woman.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It Is Just A Matter Of Time....
time flies, swiftly in fact,
invisible, twin of the wind,
friend of wounds, and the secret
foe of harsh memories,
what you do to me, cannot be undone,
you escape, like a dropp of water seeping into a mound of sand,
the air and sun become your safety house
but i say, it is just a matter of time
since The Furies alive and
insomniac, sooner, shall find you among the
fog,
and there shall you be snatched
to fall back into yourself
punished to a concrete presence
docketed like a word of woe
on a stone tablet.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Pain to Clear to Me
I see the pain in this world
The pain of ages so far away
I see the pain of lives been twirled
The world's too much for them today
For when a friend is so lost
All you see is the pain
His happiness dulled by the frost
Of thinking the same thought in the rain
Wondering why in the world you're gone
A question clear on his face
For wondering when he did you wrong
While he locks his door so he can pace
Back and Forth, Back and Forth
The answer to far off to hear
Back and Forth, Back and Forth
Not from the pain, but from the fear
The fear of thoughts where you disappear
So come home now from the long road you've found
Come back to him and you will see.
It's not too late to turn around
For what he wants is himself to be
The one you wrap your arms around
He fights a battle atop the mound
To follow your voice, the only sound
He says music is what sound feels like
A saying as wise as true
But for him it needs not be this pike
The pain of loosing you
That's pierced his heart and left it bleeding
The one that's turned his sun to rain
The pain of you and him no longer meeting
Of having to go to pace again
So come home now from where you've been
Come home now, Come back to him.
poem by John Dillenger II
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Sonnet- Set Right your Soul’s State Early
Each man is sinful, right within his head;
There is much sin that lurks around him too;
With time, his conscience becomes also dead;
What could his Angel-Guardian ever do?
There is much punishment within each one;
There is too punishment in world around;
Unless each man, his vices can but shun,
His sins will turn a mountain from a mound.
And when all earthly time given has gone,
Self-realisation comes in the end;
How could remorse and penitence be born?
Unless the grace of God comes as Godsend.
'Tis wise to not ignore one's soul till last;
There may not be time to make up for past.
poem by John Celes
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Time Spares Nobody
Time spares nobody
Lying in the grave
Under mound of sand
He heard voices of people
Crying and sobbing
They had come to bury
One more body
Their expression of grief
Meant nothing to him
He sarcastically smiled
Remembered
Long back
In the same way
People known, unknown
Had brought him here
Crying and sobbing
Visited him regularly
Slowly they stopped coming
Now he lies all alone
Same will happen to the one
Who just joined the fraternity?
Memories fade slowly
Time spares nobody
Does any body
Really love somebody
The question
Haunted him regularly
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Runaround
Oh...
Oh...
Thats right...
She dont like it when its cut right
And dont like me makin future plans
And dont want me tryin to live it down
She aint about to give an inch of ground, no..
Well she can take me for is a little ride
Just as long as she drives me home
Around the block, maybe once or twice,
And then some lovin, wouldnt that be nice, yeah!
I want what I wanted
Oh, what a fool believes
I got er in my sights, but
Just out of reach.. oh-oh
Here we go around, (round, round, round)
Run-run-runaround, yeah! (round, round, round, round)
Here we go around, (round, round, round)
Shes given me the runaround, yeah, ow! (round, round, round, round)
I just love er keepin me hanging on,
She knows exactly what I need
And right down to the knick of time,
Im chasin love down a fine, fine line, ow!
I want what I wanted
Oh, what a fool believes
I got er in my sight, but
Just out of reach, oh-oh
Here we go around, (round, round, round)
Run-run-runaround, yeah! (round, round, round, round)
Here we go around, (round, round, round)
Shes given me the runaround, oh, ow! (round, round, round, round)
(solo)
Yeah, hey, yeah!!
Ooh, yeah....
Ooh, ahhh, goes like this
Listen baby... ooh, ow, ow, uhh....
Oh, man its hard enough, yeah..
And you make it harder..
Fill me up and then Im satisfied, own me
She owns the time.
Here we go around, (round, round, round)
Run-run-runaround, yeah! (round, round, round, round)
Here we go around, (round, round, round)
Shes given me the runaround, oh, ow! (round, round, round, round)
Here we go around, (round, round, round)
Run-run-runaround, yeah! (round, round, round, round)
Here we go around, (round, round, round)
Shes given me the runaround, oh, ow! (round, round, round, round)
Oh!
Whoa, yeah around,
Oh, I like it
Ow, I like it
Uh, I like it
Yes, Im gonna like it
Babe, I said I like it
Uh, I said I like it
Uh, I like it
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Pleasure dome
Now I know none of this was planned, it all just kinda happened
I got more than I wanted, but how is still a mystery
Obsessed with this feeling, I trusted it, so I followed it
Im tripping and stumbling across the land, full of miracles
Into a world so far from home, miles and miles from nowhere
Rooms without doors open for me, oh no
Taking me miles and miles from nowhere
Oh (miles and miles), oh yeah
Lost in this pleasure dome, lost in my own pleasure dome
Oh man, I aint got a clue, how you get out, or how to find this place
I want my control back, but Im afraid, Ill lose that feeling
Lost in a world so far from home, Im miles and miles from nowhere
Falling inside my own pleasure dome, Im miles and miles from nowhere
Oh (miles and miles), oh yeah
Lost in this pleasure dome, lost inside my pleasure dome
(solo)
Lost in a world, cant find my way home, miles and miles from nowhere
Falling inside my own pleasure dome, miles and miles from nowhere
Millions of miles, oh no, miles and miles and miles from nowhere
Miles and miles and miles and miles, oh
Lost in this pleasure dome, lost inside my pleasure dome, yeah
Lost, lost
song performed by by Van Halen
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We Can't Rewind
You're just a face in the crowd
A tiny hole in the cloud
You're trying to find your way in
To let your soul shine back out
We're just a twist in a seam
A splash of paint on a screen
We're making all kinds of shapes
Somehow we can straighten out the bends
This is our time, we can't rewind,
Our place to shine out, and we can live it anyway
This is our time to feel sublime,
Our place to shine now, and we can do it anyway
We can't rewind
Do you think we can change?
A different colour and shade?
I guess a new kind of thing
Somehow we can straighten out the bends
This is our time, we can't rewind,
Our place to shine out, and we can live it anyway
This is our time to feel sublime,
A place to shine now, and we can do it anyway
Oh yes, we can do it our way then
Stop taking me for a fool now
I've got this feeling inside me
But I guess you knew
We can work it out
We can find some place new
We can't rewind
We can't rewind
You're just a face in a crowd
A tiny hole in the cloud
This is our time, we can't rewind,
Our place to shine out, and we can live it anyway
This is our time to feel sublime,
A place to shine now, and we can do it anyway
This is our time, we can't rewind,
A place to shine out, and we can live it anyway
This is our time to feel sublime,
A place to shine now, and we can do it anyway
song performed by by Feeder
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Look Into My Eye
In love,
I suffered..
My heart
A mound of pain,
Suffering and misery.
Cause,
you never looked into my eyes,
Never touched my brow,
Or told me your mind.
But,
Tied to you,
By a nameless bond,
I cried my silent tears
Streaming down my pale cheeks.
Suffered silently
My lone melancholy.
Hoping..
For the day
You would turn around
Look into my eyes
'windows to my soul'
Or touch my brow
And tell me something
Even if it was like
'go away'.
But...
days followed into days
Many days…
I wanted it to end.
The pain was awful,
The suffering intolerable.
One day...
God walked me..
Into this world of sunshine
All bright and dazzling white.
I suffered no more
My heart was again
An organ,
No longer
A mound of aching melody.
I am free…
As a bird
Out of shackles of chained melancholy
And as I fly
I still cry
For once…
Just once,
If you had,
Looked me into the eye..
poem by Anjali Kakati
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Sublime
Volatile
The distance between the metal and my
chest
Sublime
The moment I realized a blink will open
eternity
Sorry
Five letters that slipped when I knew I
was wrong
Why
The question that lingered as my
memory faded to dust
When
Did it all go wrong...did I all go wrong
Lachryma
The water that hit the ground before the
final act
Water
A breath in time when life drowned me
Hmmm
The sound the metal releases as it closes
the curtain
Rewind
A pause in time...I race to my past
Do
So many things...too many dreams
Love
Life's too short to let hurt linger
Give
All of me to him who made me and the
lives that need me
Mistakes
I wipe them all...or maybe not...they
made me, me
If
All my days where just one breath, what
would I do?
Him
The one I searched for my whole
life...and never met
Wish
The rewind was a wish...that never came
true
Struggle
The fight I fought to tell you this
I Love you
The words I failed to act in all the time I
was given
Time
The moments you have to write your life
Breathe
The curtain closes.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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Sailor Son
When you come home I'll not be round
To welcome you.
They'll take you to a grassy mound
So neat and new;
Where I'll be sleeping--O so sound!
The ages through.
I'll not be round to broom the hearth,
To feed the chicks;
And in the wee room of your birth
Your bed to fix;
Rose room that knew your baby mirth
Your tiny tricks.
I'll not be round . . . The garden still
With bees will hum;
To cheerful you the throstle's bill
Will not be dumb;
The rambler rose will overspill
When you will come.
Bird, bee and bloom, they'll greet you all
With scented sound;
Yet though the joy of your footfall
Will thrill the ground
Your mother with her old grey shawl--
Will not be round.
poem by Robert William Service
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Loose Lucy
Loose lucy is my delight, she come runnin and we ball all night,
Round and round and round and round and round and round and round,
Dont take much to get me on the ground.
Shes my yo-yo, Im her string, listen to the birds on the hot wire sing,
Yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh, singing, thank you, for a real good time!
I got jumped coming home last night,
Shadow in the alley turned out all my lights,
Round and round and round and round and round and round and round,
Dont take much to get me on the ground.
Loose lucy, she was sore, says I know you dont want my love no more,
Yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh, singing, thank you, for a real good time!
Be-bop baby how can this be? I know you been out a cheating on me,
Round and round and round and round and round and round and round,
Dont take much to get the word around.
Cross my heart and hope to die, I was just hanging out with the other guys,
Yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh, singing, thank you, for a real good time!
Went back home with two black eyes, you know Ill love ya till the day I die,
Round and round and round and round and round and round and round,
Dont take much to get the word around.
I like your smile but I aint your type,
Dont shake the tree when its fruit aint ripe,
Yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh, singing yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh,
Singing yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh,
Singing, thank you, for a real good time!
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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A Poem After A Walk This Afternoon
dust on my feet on my rubber shoes
stamp a mound of mud drying itself
the afternoon sun so hot
this little boy follows me with his gaze
did i appear so big to his attention
or the world is too small for him to play ball?
we look amazed to the same birds
too playing in the skies chasing the ones
not having the same feathers
the sun sets spreading orange colors
waning and now sprinkles some gray hues
the boys playing basketball sweat like they
were bathing on the rain, their bodies gleaming
like some barbecue on spiced oil
time to go home, it is dark, i have no reason to stay
the little boy follows me towards the road
where the flourescent light is turned on by the guards
then i look back, the boy was gone
the whole block is lost eaten by this night
and on the island of light on this road
i stand, waiting for my ride back home
then i look back again, i smile a while
that little boy was me, i got lost somehow
i touch my head, i am setting a new perspective
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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New Perspective
dust on my feet on my rubber shoes
stamp a mound of mud drying itself
the afternoon sun so hot
this little boy follows me with his gaze
did I appear so big to his attention
or the world is too small for him to play ball?
we look amazed to the same birds
too playing in the skies chasing the ones
not having the same feathers
the sun sets spreading orange colors
waning and now sprinkles some gray hues
the boys playing basketball sweat like they
were bathing on the rain, their bodies gleaming
like some barbecue on spiced oil
time to go home, it is dark, I have no reason to stay
the little boy follows me towards the road
where the fluorescent light is turned on by the guards
then I look back, the boy was gone
the whole block is lost eaten by this night
and on the island of light on this road
I stand, waiting for my ride back home
then I look back again, I smile a while
that little boy was me, I got lost somehow
I touch my head, I am setting a new perspective
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Advance – Come Forth From Thy Tyrolean Ground
ADVANCE-come forth from thy Tyrolean ground,
Dear Liberty! stern Nymph of soul untamed;
Sweet Nymph, O rightly of the mountains named!
Through the long chain of Alps from mound to mound
And o'er the eternal snows, like Echo, bound;
Like Echo, when the hunter train at dawn
Have roused her from her sleep: and forest-lawn,
Cliffs, woods and caves, her viewless steps resound
And babble of her pastime!-On, dread Power!
With such invisible motion speed thy flight,
Through hanging clouds, from craggy height to height,
Through the green vales and through the herdsman's bower-
That all the Alps may gladden in thy might,
Here, there, and in all places at one hour.
poem by William Wordsworth
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Celebrate Everything You Know
Wind keeps blowing at my back
Forcing me the way back home
Every appearance I make is an attack
Each one cuts to the bone
A feeling runs through me every time
Every time I step into that place
I can’t seem to find the rhyme
To erase every trace
I’m standing in the doorway of darkness
Looking for a single shred of light
To Aleve this awkward stress
That has got me so tight
I’m going home
Home to those memories
Home to myself
Have a good a time
This feeling can’t keep me down
It’s got a hold of me
I wear it like a honeyed crown
For the world to see
Greed is filling my ears
Polluting every decent thought
They try to find meaning in tears
They never meant to brought
I can’t even change my world
What makes you think you can?
I’m in the true answers cold
While your bliss’s biggest fan
I’m going home
Home to those memories
Home to myself
Have a good a time
With each passing moment
Is a new version of myself
Have a good time