Datasets:

Sourabh2

/

Poem_MultiM

like 0

gods teeth will this be a pretty angel hold the ladder steady mind while i whack its wings ive bashed his halo off already see theres no harm will befall us lad nothing here to worry us no need for you to lose sleep over it churchll look better without it better still for a splash of white-wash

full many a glorious morning have i seen flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye kissing with golden face the meadows green gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy anon permit the basest clouds to ride with ugly rack on his celestial face and from the forlorn world his visage hide stealing unseen to west with this disgrace even so my sun one early morn did shine with all triumphant splendor on my brow

good men the last wave by crying how bright their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay rage rage against the dying of the light

whisper to the wind let my words travel far let my thoughts be carried where ever you are if possible make it so that your mind relates for actions dont reveal how mine hesitates experiences have created a psychological fog losing me at times is my inner monolog making one wonder about that desire that warms the being or burns them like fire so let the wind take hold and carry my whisper bear it a life so into your ears it may enter

look not thou on beauty's charming sit thou still when kings are arming taste not when the wine-cup glistens speak not when the people listens stop thine ear against the singer from the red gold keep thy finger vacant heart and hand and eye easy live and quiet die

well now if little by little you stop loving me i shall stop loving you little by little if suddenly you forget me do not look for me for i shall already have forgotten you if you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life

with fingernails dug into words i say: i so love you o sorb red from my blood o wormwood blanched from my pain and o forest forest dark impassable like death

i embrace emerging experience i participate in discovery i am a butterfly i am not a butterfly collector i want the experience of the butterfly

like a sea-beast crawled forth that on a shelf of rock or sand reposeth there to sun itself

fearing my past is exposed to the moon i keep looking down this evening

winds wanders and dews drip earthward rains fall suns rise and set earth whirls and all but to prosper a poor little violet

if i were yonder orange-tree and thou the blossom blooming there i would not yield a breath of thee to scent the most imploring air

dew-drops are the gems of morning but the tears of mournful eve

when you're outside all alone at night lift up your head i am with you take my hand come with me to a distant star a distant land see the light beams way up there close your eyes reach up touch a star in your mind it's really not that far life is good life is sweet there is a guiding light shining bright

come break with me the daily bread of my solitude close up the nonexisting walls with your being gild the nonexisting window be the door above all the door which can be flung wide open

women's harvest song i am waving a ripe sunflower i am scattering sunflower pollen to the four world-quarters i am joyful because of my melons i am joyful because of my beans i am joyful because of my squashes the sunflower waves so did the corn wave when the wind blew against it so did my white corn bend

a tree uses what comes its way to nurture itself by sinking its roots deeply into the earth by accepting the rain that flows towards it by reaching out to the sun the tree perfects its character and becomes great absorb absorb absorb that is the secret of the tree

morning has broken like the first morning blackbird has spoken like the first bird praise for the singing praise for the morning praise for them springing fresh from the word sweet the rain's new fall sunlit from heaven like the first dewfall on the first grass praise for the sweetness of the wet garden sprung in completeness where his feet pass mine is the sunlight mine is the morning born of the one light eden saw play

i'll love you until the rivers run still and the four winds we know blow away

this is the forest primeval the murmuring pines and the hemlocks bearded with moss and in garments green indistinct in the twilight stand like druids of eld with voices sad and prophetic stand like harpers hoar with beards that rest on their bosoms

like a straggled feather innocuous i wander along these endless corridors my soliloquy hardly slicing the dark in the last hour under the fading halo of the hurricane lantern i stream unveiled

from henceforth living matter you are nought but stone surrounded by a dreadful thought lost in some dim sahara an old sphinx of whom the world we live in never thinks lost on the map it is its surly way only to sing in sunset's fading ray

place of silent calm autumn tones of gold walk here in silence

hawaiian sunset peeping from the sea smiles and says aloha to his sweetheart hawaii the drowsy islands slumber one by one close their sleepy eyelids say goodnight to the sun then hawaii like millions of times before blossoms in her lover's arms once more too soon the sunrise will wake her from her sleep so until tomorrow sleep hawaii sleep

a birdie with a yellow bill hopped upon my window sill cocked his shining eye and said ain't you 'shamed you sleepy-head

you wanted to cuddle up next to me last night i tolerated it pretended i wanted to too but i didnt i really didnt i wanted nothing less lack of desire has a funny way of abetting want for affection

the morning sea of silence broke into ripples of bird songs and the flowers were all merry by the roadside and the wealth of gold was scattered through the rift of the clouds while we busily went on our way and paid no heed

in your light i learn how to love in your beauty how to make poems you dance inside my chest where no-one sees you but sometimes i do and that sight becomes this art

hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without words and never stops at all

put off that mask of burning gold with emerald eye o no my dear you make so bold to find if hearts be wild and wise and yet not cold i would but find what's there to find love or deceit it was the mask engaged your mmd and after set your heart to beat not what's behind

regardless of weather the moon shines the same it is the drifting clouds that make it seem different on different nights

spend all your time waiting for that second chance for a break that would make it okay theres always one reason to feel not good enough and its hard at the end of the day i need some distraction oh beautiful release memory seeps from my veins let me be empty

sometimes i am filled with a sense of absolutely breathtaking happiness which shakes my very soul and in those moments of harmony the world around me begins to look as it really is balanced and purposeful and my inner mental structure or system correspond with the outer structure of the milieu the universe and vice versa

profound stillness clouds and trees collect on the pond which way up which down

wee sleekit cow'rin' tim'rous beastie o what a panic's in thy breastie thou need na start awa sae hasty wi' bickerin' brattle i wad be laith to rin an' chase thee wi' murd'rin' pattle i'm truly sorry man's dominion has broken nature's social union an' justifies that ill opinion which makes thee startle

that delicate forest flower with scented breath and look so like a smile seems as it issues from the shapeless mould an emanation of the indwelling life a visible token of the upholding love that are the soul of this great universe

in a manner of speaking i just want to say that i could never forget the way you told me everything by saying nothing in a manner of speaking i don't understand how love in silence becomes reprimand but the way that i feel about you is beyond words

the reflections bounced off each other teeming with anticipation the evening sat dusky in the corner a rip in her stockings and a broken heel meanwhile the moves of the cars were rivaled by the moves in the cars the glances went flying as the windows steamed yesterday fell as midnight came and went as the passion index pushed way past overdrive

when i die please mix in my ashes with paint of primary colours and replace the pots in a fishermens store in malta so i can live like i have lived a little longer

autumn leaves just fall flakes of death from summer time jewelled ruby and amber lights autumn leaves just fall carpeting of gold on earth crackling crumbling to black dust autumn leaves just fall branches bare of natures gifts never ending circle of life

o gather me the rose the rose while yet in flower we find it for summer smiles but summer goes and winter waits behind it for with the dream foregone foregone the deed foreborn forever the worm regret will canker on and time will turn him never so were it well to love my love and cheat of any laughter

like a joy on the heart of a sorrow the sunset hangs on a cloud a golden storm of glittering sheaves of fair and frail and fluttering leaves the wild wind blows in a cloud hark to a voice that is calling to my heart in the voice of the wind my heart is weary and sad and alone for its dreams like the fluttering leaves have gone and why should i stay behind

i dont want to give up i just want to give away these words

announced by all the trumpets of the sky arrives the snow

trees reach to the clouds golden leaves on branches fall natures cathedral

silently a flower blooms in silence it falls away yet here now at this moment at this place the world of the flower the whole of the world is blooming this is the talk of the flower the truth of the blossom the glory of eternal life is fully shining here

and i to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard restored a bicycle fleshed with power and tore off up highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth wringing the handlebar for speed wild to be wreckage forever

the day is done and the darkness falls from the wings of night as a feather is wafted downward from an eagle in his flight

twilight time to dream awhile in veils of deepening blue as fantasy strides over colourfull skies of form disappearing from view in twilight time dream with me awhile

frozen river never goes back time can stop the river but on the other hand time can only start the river frozen river never stops

o hark o hear how thin and clear and thinner clearer farther going o sweet and far from cliff and scar the horns of elfland faintly blowing

your eyes have burned the time to filigree nothing is left of light's necessity silence has interlocked us both in lace great trees are fighting darkness for their space eternal whiteness decorates the grass leaves skim distance like ornaments of glass is there a moon for such a heavy sky i think light breaks somewhere without a cry

my heart's in the highlands my heart is not here my heart's in the highlands a-chasing the deer chasing the wild deer and following the roe my heart's in the highlands whereever i go

and i see the sunrise over the ocean sunrise on the sea i'm watching the sunrise i'm glad to be living sunrise shine over me

making the simple complicated is commonplace making the complicated simple awesomely simple that's creativity

the kiss of the sun for pardon the song of the birds for mirth one is nearer god's heart in a garden than anywhere else on earth

autumn is over the long leaves that love us and over the mice in the barley sheaves yellow the leaves of the rowan above us and yellow the wet wild-strawberry leaves the hour of the waning of love has beset us and weary and worn are our sad souls now let us patt ere the season of passion forget us with a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow

in me thou see'st the twilight of such day as after sunset fadeth in the west which by and by black night doth take away death's second self that seals up all in rest in me thou see'st the glowing of such fire that on the ashes of his youth doth lie as the deathbed whereon it must expire consumed with that which it was nourished by this thou perceiv'st which makes thy love more strong to love that well which thou must leave ere long

sun in east is rising and the sycamore tree glows with amber sunrays in misty dawn morning this scene replayed before each year in seasons end life giving leaves have gone the tales of long ago many have seen such sight soft rays of the warm sun

promises we make sometimes fade away like footprints in the sand love's a game of chance i've come to understand what my greatest fear is someday you'll disappear like footprints in the sand

we three kings of orient are bearing gifts we traverse afar field and fountain moor and mountain following yonder star o star of wonder star of night star with royal beauty bright westward leading still proceeding guide us to thy perfect light

when they come it all happens in fractions of what we call time they used unknown radio-waves to contact those who can feel them children at first or children inside they let us turn our eyes up to their realms in secretly-weaved ways apparently obvious gusts of wind charming lightnings hypnotic hums not many of us can see what and how they are commonly they are dressed with cloud-sewed clothes

when her hands embraced the world they were soft and smooth like the inside of a flower this was a world of scent and all manner of human bees of swarming instinct loitered about it interning everyday honey today her hands remind of the death of a flower

by a departing light we see acuter quite than by a wick that stays there's something in the flight that clarifies the sight and decks the rays

we are shaped by our thoughts we become what we think when the mind is pure joy follows like a shadow that never leaves

on a day like today we passed the time away writing love letters in the sand how you laughed when i cried each time i saw the tide take our love letters from the sand now my broken heart aches with every wave that breaks over love letters in the sand

the square rubbed but could not fill mistaken print in gray meant for color patterned in less than the natural way monochrome held harder than the lie

sometimes if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge i would stand if the night blackened with a coming storm beneath some rock listening to notes that are the ghostly language of the ancient earth or make their dim abode in distant winds thence did i drink the visionary power and deem not profitless those fleeting moods of shadowy exultation: not for this that they are kindred to our purer mind

yes the rum tum tugger is a curious cat and there isn't any call for me to shout it for he will do as he do do and there's no doing anything about it

nelly methinks 'twixt thee and me there is a kind of sympathy and could we interchange our nature if i were cat thou human creature i should like thee be no great mouser and thou like me no great composer for like thy plaintive mews my muse with villainous whine doth fate abuse because it hath not made me sleek as golden down on cupid's cheek

it's not the pale moon that excites me that thrills and delights me oh no it's just the nearness of you it isn't your sweet conversation that brings this sensation oh no it's just the nearness of you when you're in my arms and i feel you so close to me all my wildest dreams come true i need no soft lights to enchant me

i'll build a stairway to paradise with a new step every day i'm gonna get there at any price stand aside i'm on my way i've got the blues and up above it's so fair shoes go on and carry me there i'll build a stairway to paradise with a new step every day

upon a grey old battered tombstone in glendalough beside the stream where the o'byrnes and byrnes are buried he stretched his bones and fell in a dream

we do not know the future like a pandora's box we know there is something that could be really something special at times we can not find the words to fill that in it is a little of everything all the words that we can think of

the bridge spanning a river of tears false starts promised promises hoped hopefully stagnant at the very bottom the surface floating aimlessly the red like a touch of your smile as a thought passes by bridging a mood from here to blackness

ring out the old ring in the new ring happy bells across the snow the year is going let him go ring out the false ring in the true

song of the sun memories fading sun is still rising in sky singing the old song last year is passing smile with the golden sunrays singing the old song new year welcoming grasp the moments of the sun singing the old song

and if she asks you why you can tell her that i told you that im tired of castles in the air ive got a dream i want the world to share and castle walls just lead me to despair hills of forest green where the mountains touch the sky a dream come true ill live there till i die im asking you to say my last goodbye the love we knew aint worth another try save me from all the trouble and the pain i know im weak but i cant face that girl again

i will not be clapped in a hood nor a cage nor alight upon wrist now i have learnt to be proud hovering over the wood in the broken mist or tumbling cloud

close your eyes i will lay my fingers on your stubborn eyelids sleep this is how the wind caresses the still trees awaiting in silence the lightest of kisses death

a robin in the morning in the morning early sang a song of warning there'll be rain there'll be rain very very clearly from the orchard came the gentle horning there'll be rain but the hasty farmer cut his hay down

i wonder about the trees why do we wish to bear forever the noise of these more than another noise so close to our dwelling place we suffer them by the day till we lose all measure of pace and fixity in our joys and acquire a listening air they are that that talks of going

as he walks into the distance he thinks of times gone by he's hesitant to venture but knows it's time to fly for out there in the distance the future is his to find happiness may be within his grasp if he could leave his past behind

i am of the ebbing water of the leaves which tremble nudged by the sound of wind which flies by in haste i am of the evening which cannot fall asleep it stubbornly stares with the hungry eyes of stars the night -through blueskied veins in every strand of a body's tissue

that orbed maiden with white fire laden whom mortals call the moon

our treasure lies in the beehives of our knowledge we are perpetually on our way thither being by nature winged insects and honey gatherers of the mind the only thing that lies close to our heart is the desire to bring something home to the hive

when the sun shines too brightly and our shadows blot out every luminescence and little eyes peer from holes we've created we wonder how dark the light can become

happiness is a butterfly which when pursued is always just beyond your grasp but which if you will sit down quietly may alight upon you

thousands of candles can be lit from a single candle and the life of the candle will not be shortened happiness never decreases by being shared

this is my island in the sun where my people have toiled since time begun i may sail on many a sea her shores will always be home to me oh island in the sun willed to me by my father's hand all my days i will sing in praise of your forest waters your shining sand as morning breaks the heaven on high i lift my heavy load to the sky

a brief candle both ends burning an endless mile a bus wheel turning a friend to share the lonesome times a handshake and a sip of wine so say it loud and let it ring we are all a part of everything the future present and the past fly on proud bird you're free at last

there's a certain slant of light there's a certain slant of light winter afternoons that opresses like the heft of cathedral tunes heavenly hurt it gives us we can find no scar but internal difference where the meanings are

how do you know deep underground hid in your bed from sight and sound without a turn in temperature with weather life can scarce endure that light has won a fraction's strength and day put on some moments' length whereof in merest rote will come weeks hence mild airs that do not numb o crocus root how do you know how do you know

whatever it is i am saying i always need a leaf or a flower if not an entire field as for sky i am so wildly in love with each day's inventions cool blue or cat gray or full of the ships of clouds i simply can't say whatever it is i am saying without at least one skyful that leaves water a creek or a well river or ocean it has to be there

take me to the fortunate islands ruffle and kiss my hair like flowers with gentle wind lull me to sleep flood me and make me drowsy with musical sleep don't wake me up in my dream on the fortunate islands show me waters deep and quiet let me hear stars chatting on green branches show me plenty of butterflies bring their hearts closer and cuddle me bend peaceful thoughts over the waters with your love

palm tree daughters brown flesh bedouin fed with light by our gold father we are loved of the free-tented the sons of space the hall-forgetters the wide handed the bright-sworded masters of horses

i'm with you i do take care of you i think of you i love you i'm with you where is love here dad

i have covered my nails with polish and my fingers glisten my lord be loving toward my thoughts i have drawn with a dark liner around my eyelids and a sky full of stars reflects in my gaze my lord be loving toward my desire i have greeted you with a kiss the simplest way

i am here for you not you are here for me not but all we are but all we are no matter where i am i am here for myself

there's a certain slant of light when it comes the landscape listens shadows hold their breath when it goes 'tis like the distance on the look of death