Sourabh2/Poem_MultiM · Datasets at Hugging Face

image imagewidth (px) 212 500	prompt stringlengths 26 698
	some are like water some are like the heat some are a melody and some are the beat sooner or later they all will be gone why dont they stay young its so hard to get old without a cause i dont want to perish like a fading horse youth is like diamonds in the sun and diamonds are forever so many adventures couldnt happen today so many songs we forgot to play
	everytime you close your eyes it could be the time of your demise for i am waiting for you to fall asleep so that your soul will be mine to keep
	i want to entangle fingers in your hair to find a nook in the neck where with muted whisper the heart contradicts the mouth i want to mix your name with the stars with the blood to be in you to not be with you
	deep into that darkness peering long i stood there wondering fearing doubting dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
	sweet love sweet thorn when lightly to my heart i took your thrust whereby i since am slain and lie disheveled in the grass apart a sodden thing bedrenched by tears and rain while rainy evening drips to misty night and misty night to cloudy morning clears and clouds disperse across the gathering light and birds grow noisy and the sun appears
	day after day up there beating my wings with all the softness truth requires i feel them shrug whenever i pause they class my voice among tentative things
	madrugada madrugada flowing flowering of the dawn morning music trilling in the evergreen trees madrugada madrugada spreading colors thru the dark
	a thing of beauty is a joy for ever its loveliness increases it will never pass into nothingness but still will keep a bower quiet for us and a sleep full of sweet dreams and health and quiet breathing therefore on every morrow are we wreathing a flowery band to bind us to the earth spite of despondence of the inhuman dearth of noble natures of the gloomy days of all the unhealthy and oer-darkened ways
	for me the jasmine buds unfold and silver daisies star the lea the crocus hoards the sunset gold and the wild rose breathes for me i feel the sap through the bough returning i share the skylark's transport fine i know the fountain's wayward yearning i love and the world is mine
	and it's hard to love there's so much to hate hanging on to hope when there is no hope to speak of
	a winter dream for my flimsy dresses a pearly dream for my wrists so in love with itself the sun it unveils its show daily and what for the good looks to shine and the light
	if you came this way taking any route starting from anywhere at any time or at any season it would always be the same: you would have to put off sense and notion you are not here to verify instruct yourself or inform curiosity or carry report you are here to kneel where prayer has been valid and prayer is more than an order of words the conscious occupation of the praying mind or the sound of the voice praying
	the barn opposed across the way that would have joined the house in flame had it been the will of the wind was left to bear forsaken the places name
	the will to live the light force bursting out everywhere with every bit of strength i climb skyward the life force pumping like a broken heart i do not just stand in i stand out fearless and ready
	for corydora who also from dawn to dark the mystery unfolds slow as a strip tease ancient as magma the mystery unfolds spoken ear to ear shoulder to shoulder have you seen it as it flows moving everything in it's path
	meet me by moonlight alone and then i will tell you a tale must be told by the moonlight alone in the grove at the end of the vale you must promise to come for i said i would show the night-flowers their queen nay turn not away that sweet head 'tis the loveliest ever was seen
	every human is an artist the dream of your life is to make beautiful art
	the rain and the wind the wind and the rain they are with us like a disease they worry the heart they work the brain as they shoulder and clutch at the shrieking pane and savage the helpless trees what does it profit a man to know these tattered and tumbling skies a million stately stars will show and the ruining grace of the after-glow and the rush of the wild sunrise
	the train will stop at the end of the track when the journey's over there's no turning back the rear view mirror reflecting the past of memories precious that hopefully last the 'all aboard' shout warns at the start that our engine of life is about to depart we steam through life's gorge day after day never dreaming at all it would be a short stay perhaps we'll be wiser when we've reached this location when our ride's nearly over when we're in our last station
	love like a river will cut a new path whenever it meets an obstacle
	walked out this morning dont believe what i saw a hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore seems im not alone in being alone a hundred billion castaways looking for a home
	reflecting like little flames in the shadow
	ere russet fields their green resume sweet flower i love in forest bare to meet thee when thy faint perfume alone is in the virgin air thy parent sun who bade thee view pale skies and chilling moisture sip has bathed thee in his own bright hue and streaked with jet thy glowing lip
	gently from the sky landing like a sacrament level and divine
	something of his sad freedom as he rode the tumbril should come to me driving saying the names tollund grauballe nebelgard watching the pointing hands of country people not knowing their tongue out here in jutland in the old man-killing parishes
	hold on magnolia to that great highway moon no one has to be that strong but if you're stubborn like me i know what you're trying to be hold on magnolia i hear that station bell ring you might be holding the last light i see before the dark finally gets a hold of me hold on magnolia i know what a true friend you've been in my life i have had my doubts but tonight i think i've worked it out with all of them
	loveliest of trees the cherry now is hung with bloom along the bough and stands about the woodland ride wearing white for eastertide now of my three score years and ten twenty will not come again and take from seventy springs a score it only leaves me fifty more and since to look at things in bloom fifty springs are little room
	enclosed in the fluency of my fingers what am i and what is my love for you submerged in your hair my fingers do they know of their own skill and does awareness of caressing cause the growth of the frail stalks of grass
	i carved a face in liquor cut with little loves and deaths that felt the same where rain came in and wet the carpet pile plush and musty over days and the window now down easy bruise a mottled red like raspberry blotted and soaking in
	the living come with grassy tread to read the gravestones on the hill the graveyard draws the living still but never anymore the dead the verses in it say and say the ones who living come today to read the stones and go away tomorrow dead will come to stay so sure of death the marbles rhyme yet can't help marking all the time
	old as the world no other things so old nay older than the world else how had sprung such lusty strength in them when earth was young stand valor and its passion hot and bold insatiate of battle how else told blind men born blind that red was fitting tongue mute eloquent to show how trumpets rung when armies charged and battle-flags unfurled who sings of valor speaks for life for death beyond all death and long as life is life
	love is and was my lord and king and in his presence i attend to hear the tidings of my friend which every hour his courtiers bring love is and was my king and lord and will be tho' as yet i keep within his court on earth and sleep encompass'd by his faithful guard and hear at times a sentinel who moves about from place to place
	the lion and the unicorn were fighting for the crown the lion beat the unicorn all around the town some gave them white bread some gave them brown some gave them plum-cake and kicked them out of town
	we sat under an old thorn-tree and talked away the night told all that had been said or done since first we saw the light and when we talked of growing up knew that we'd halved a soul and fell the one in t'other's arms that we might make it whole then peter had a murdering look for it seemed that he and she
	from a distance the world looks blue and green and the snow-capped mountains white from a distance the ocean meets the stream and the eagle takes to flight from a distance there is harmony and it echoes through the land its the voice of hope its the voice of peace its the voice of every man from a distance we all have enough and no one is in need
	small god of wings with the earth eye high art of the flap and glide on the waves of the belly winds
	westerly i see clouds bright as purest embers clouds all diffused in light becoming oppressively dark yes my dreading heart tells me now as it becomes late and still as the sun goes down shadows transform my soul
	i am a book of snow a spacious hand an open meadow a circle that waits i belong to the earth and its winter
	who knows where the road will lead us only a fool would say but if you let me love you i'm sure to love you all the way
	to make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee one clover and a bee and revery the revery alone will do if bees are few
	i never really look for anything what god throws my way comes i wake up in the morning and whichever way god turns my feet i go
	gold from the edges of the horizon flowing a great and golden sea the light's spilled out of heaven and flowing growing a gold immensity the water-bird floats on the golden water golden her wings and crest as she were fionnuala the king's daughter preening a golden breast
	light in the night shining ever so bright burning with delight flames in the night
	nature rarer uses yellow than another hue saves she all of that for sunsets prodigal of blue spending scarlet like a woman yellow she affords only scantly and selectly like a lover's words
	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
	deeper lie the roots of love between you and i than merest flickerings that rise from errant sparks and die upon the self-same winds that raised them sharing this in properties we not alone conceive but know know to depths belying doubt
	in the springtime joyous springtime and we hear the murmuring brooklets then the bees are on the wing when the long cold days are over bees are out to sip the dew and the nectar from the clover buttercups and daisies blue
	red white yellow pungency producing tears weeping eyes sniffling paper thin skin brittle juicy within sharp scent clinging exhibiting growth accretions chopped in circles world without end
	wealth i seek not hope nor love nor a friend to know me all i seek the heaven above and the road below me
	on thy bosom let me rest more i would but death invades me death is now a welcome guest when i am laid in earth may my wrongs create no trouble in thy breast remember me but ah forget my fate
	and signifies the sureness of the soul seems to owe naught to any single cord but strictly held by none is loosely bound by countless silken ties of love and thought to every thing on earth the compass round and only by one's going slightly taut in the capriciousness of summer air is of the slightlest bondage made aware
	fly away i wish that i could fly into the sky so very high i'd fly above the trees over the seas in all degrees to anywhere i please let's fade into the sun let your spirit fly i want to fly away
	your life is your life dont let it be clubbed into dank submission be on the watch there are ways out there is a light somewhere it may not be much light but it beats the darkness be on the watch the gods will offer you chances know them
	i want my eyes on stalks i want to casually glance behind me without turning my head to look both ways before crossing at the same time i want to see around a corner before i get there turn the corner only after liking what i see i want my eyestalks long
	god pays attention to details and i love watching them
	the weary sun puts up a last fight for brilliance but the evening is about to engulf it and yet another day comes to an end
	late evening innocent in its slow pace lifts colours gradually shades and changes the day the ball of earth spins a lit skull cap dome of blue in mists circles the sun rolling in and out of light the approaching vast cape
	twinkle twinkle little star how i wonder what you are
	it is not growing like a tree in bulk doth make man better be or standing long an oak three hundred year to fall a log at last dry bald and sere a lily of a day is fairer far in may although it fall and die that night it was the plant and flower of the light in small proportions we just beauties see and in short measures life may perfect be
	here comes the sun here comes the sun and i say it's all right little darling it's been a long cold lonely winter little darling it feels like years since it's been here little darling the smiles returning to the faces little darling it seems like years since it's been here
	sing us a song you're the piano man sing us a song tonight well we're all in the mood for a melody and you've got us all feelin' all right
	'i watch the birds fly south across the autumn sky and one by one they disappear i wish that i was flying with them now you're not here
	two in love can face the world together hearts that cuddle up will muddle through the world may rock and rumble crowds may groan and grumble thrones may even tumble too darling two in love can face the stormy weather laugh aloud at every cloud above and so well show them all what love can do for you and i are two in love
	i had a little nut tree nothing would it bear but a silver nutmeg and a golden pear the king of spain's daughter came to visit me and all for the sake of my little nut tree her dress was made of crimson jet black was her hair
	i had a little nut tree nothing would it bear but a silver nutmeg and a golden pear the king of spain's daughter came to visit me and all for the sake of my little nut tree her dress was made of crimson jet black was her hair
	silent sailing through waters still breeze of memories in the air mystical sea tales of old past and present and future here breeze of memories in the air hypnotises all men journey thus ends towards the sun breeze of memories in the air blackness drops on the sea
	thinking with a feather moving it round the surface it contemplates with me flowing helping me make decisions lines carved deep within the metal waiting for the ink to be pushed into them they will tell my story forever to be seen will someone read my story the way i drew it or will they bring their own visions to mine creating a merger of lives
	little fly thy summers play my thoughtless hand has brushed away am not i a fly like thee or art not thou a man like me for i dance and drink and sing
	shadow and pollen atop mauve crocus petals bespeak winter's end
	i might mention the chemistry the make-up beneath the face eye shadows highlight the gleam but one dark molecule persists confiscates the harmony of the whole geology of the cheek the salt noun tear and a body sum of parts relearns its nature
	our earth is round and among other things that means that you and i can hold completely different points of view and both be right the difference of our positions will show stars in your window i cannot even imagine your sky may burn with light while mine at the same moment spreads beautiful to darkness
	the world has held great heroes as history books have showed but never a name went down to fame compared with that of toad the clever men at oxford know all there is to be knowed but none of them know half as much as intelligent mr toad the wind in the willows
	standing on the precipice balanced at junctions space and time there are no excuses here no explanations or rhymes locked in lavish rhythm far beyond the brink hid from help or rescue on jagged edge distinct weighty voices
	it's not far down to paradise at least it's not for me and if the wind is right you can sail away and find tranquility the canvas can do miracles just you wait and see believe me it's not far to never never land no reason to pretend and if the wind is right you can find the joy
	there's a tale about the ostrich have you ever heard it said that when it sense danger it just runs and hides its head the reason that it hurries to hide away its face in permanent disgrace now when noah built the ark in those far off days of old he took ostriches on board
	every one is a moon and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody
	you'll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley you'll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we walk in the fields of gold so she took her love for to gaze awhile upon the fields of barley in his arms she fell as her hair came down among the fields of gold will you stay with me will you be my love among the fields of barley
	the mask i wear shows two sides you see the two sides that are me black for darkness within i fight for the hope and joy white the love within that yearns shines red like a flame burns the hands weaved fear the thought of losing one dear black is the pain of loss white is the hope ahead red is the feeling of loved ones regained hands open to receive ones that we've grieved
	its mouth is wide its neck is narra it has such long and lofty legs i'm glad it sits to lay its eggs
	if this book of mine fails to take a straight course it is because i am lost in a strange region i have no map
	he told of the magnolia spread high as a cloud high overhead
	along the reaches of the street held in a lunar synthesis whispering lunar incantations disolve the floors of memory and all its clear relations its divisions and precisions every street lamp that i pass beats like a fatalistic drum and through the spaces of the dark midnight shakes the memory
	beyond this screaming shore gulls soar zagged and buffeted modifying flight they flip from grey to white and light the day with sudden and sustaining flair of wing they fling their competent contempt into cyclonic air's attempt to tear them from the sky and brilliantly defy the ancient try of conquered gales to dash their
	we shall have to think up signs sketch a landscape fabricate a plan on the double page of day and papper tomorrow we shall have to invent once more the reality of this world
	spring really is here everything is soft and green
	the summertime is coming and the trees are sweetly blooming and the wild mountain thyme grows around the blooming heather will you go lassie go and we'll all go together to pluck wild mountain thyme all around the blooming heather will you go lassie go i will build my love a tower
	burning base of sky half the hemisphere high a fire hour crept upon by night
	peace is not something you wish for it's something you make something you do something you are and something you give away
	the sea awoke at midnight from its sleep and round the pebbly beaches far and wide i heard the first wave of the rising tide rush onward with uninterrupted sweep a voice out of the silence of the deep a sound mysteriously multiplied as of a cataract from the mountain's side or roar of winds upon a wooded steep so comes to us at times from the unknown and inaccessible solitudes of being
	i will be the gladdest thing under the sun i will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one
	there in the land where the waves break on empty shores forever and where the moonlight makes a sweet warm twilight hour where the harems languid days delight the mussulman there an enchantress caressed me and gave me this talisman and caressingly she said my talisman will not save you
	roll on thou deep and dark blue ocean roll ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain man marks the earth with ruin his control stops with the shore
	what is the jay more precious than the lark because his feathers are more beautiful or is the adder better than the eel because his painted skin contents the eye
	i was an angel living in the garden of evil screwed up scared doing anything that i needed shining like a fiery beacon you got the medicine i need fame liquor love give it to me slowly put your hands on my waist do it softly me and god we don't get along
	if you look at a flower and realize the power that life provides the internal will to live the intransigent beauty that unfolds before our eyes the strength masked in delicacy the peaceful warrior spirit unmasked and unbound how can we not feel a part of this
	it was on account of the flowers that i sent off my lover to the south pole and after i sent him off my lips hardened and i could no longer drink from a clear spring although i bent my head very low it was on account of the flowers which did not blossom it was on account of the doves with feathers that from sudden knowledge dimmed so much that instead of being golden in the sun's gleam
	leggo my leg oh guard my skates kayt zip my zipped zipper its past past past late ferris my wheels dusk until dawn fish in my house snow drift my lawn stitch all my scars embrace my flawed face
	in the marsh pink orchid's faces with their coy and dainty graces lure us to their hiding places laugh o murmuring spring
	the living come with grassy tread to read the gravestones on the hill the graveyard draws the living still but never anymore the dead the verses in it say and say the ones who living come today to read the stones and go away tomorrow dead will come to stay so sure of death the marbles rhyme yet can't help marking all the time
	when i am alone i am happy the air is cool the sky is flecked and splashed and wound with color the crimson phalloi of the sassafras leaves hang crowded before me in shoals on the heavy branches when i reach my doorstep i am greeted by the happy shrieks of my children

some are like water some are like the heat some are a melody and some are the beat sooner or later they all will be gone why dont they stay young its so hard to get old without a cause i dont want to perish like a fading horse youth is like diamonds in the sun and diamonds are forever so many adventures couldnt happen today so many songs we forgot to play

everytime you close your eyes it could be the time of your demise for i am waiting for you to fall asleep so that your soul will be mine to keep

i want to entangle fingers in your hair to find a nook in the neck where with muted whisper the heart contradicts the mouth i want to mix your name with the stars with the blood to be in you to not be with you

deep into that darkness peering long i stood there wondering fearing doubting dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before

sweet love sweet thorn when lightly to my heart i took your thrust whereby i since am slain and lie disheveled in the grass apart a sodden thing bedrenched by tears and rain while rainy evening drips to misty night and misty night to cloudy morning clears and clouds disperse across the gathering light and birds grow noisy and the sun appears

day after day up there beating my wings with all the softness truth requires i feel them shrug whenever i pause they class my voice among tentative things

madrugada madrugada flowing flowering of the dawn morning music trilling in the evergreen trees madrugada madrugada spreading colors thru the dark

a thing of beauty is a joy for ever its loveliness increases it will never pass into nothingness but still will keep a bower quiet for us and a sleep full of sweet dreams and health and quiet breathing therefore on every morrow are we wreathing a flowery band to bind us to the earth spite of despondence of the inhuman dearth of noble natures of the gloomy days of all the unhealthy and oer-darkened ways

for me the jasmine buds unfold and silver daisies star the lea the crocus hoards the sunset gold and the wild rose breathes for me i feel the sap through the bough returning i share the skylark's transport fine i know the fountain's wayward yearning i love and the world is mine

and it's hard to love there's so much to hate hanging on to hope when there is no hope to speak of

a winter dream for my flimsy dresses a pearly dream for my wrists so in love with itself the sun it unveils its show daily and what for the good looks to shine and the light

if you came this way taking any route starting from anywhere at any time or at any season it would always be the same: you would have to put off sense and notion you are not here to verify instruct yourself or inform curiosity or carry report you are here to kneel where prayer has been valid and prayer is more than an order of words the conscious occupation of the praying mind or the sound of the voice praying

the barn opposed across the way that would have joined the house in flame had it been the will of the wind was left to bear forsaken the places name

the will to live the light force bursting out everywhere with every bit of strength i climb skyward the life force pumping like a broken heart i do not just stand in i stand out fearless and ready

for corydora who also from dawn to dark the mystery unfolds slow as a strip tease ancient as magma the mystery unfolds spoken ear to ear shoulder to shoulder have you seen it as it flows moving everything in it's path

meet me by moonlight alone and then i will tell you a tale must be told by the moonlight alone in the grove at the end of the vale you must promise to come for i said i would show the night-flowers their queen nay turn not away that sweet head 'tis the loveliest ever was seen

every human is an artist the dream of your life is to make beautiful art

the rain and the wind the wind and the rain they are with us like a disease they worry the heart they work the brain as they shoulder and clutch at the shrieking pane and savage the helpless trees what does it profit a man to know these tattered and tumbling skies a million stately stars will show and the ruining grace of the after-glow and the rush of the wild sunrise

the train will stop at the end of the track when the journey's over there's no turning back the rear view mirror reflecting the past of memories precious that hopefully last the 'all aboard' shout warns at the start that our engine of life is about to depart we steam through life's gorge day after day never dreaming at all it would be a short stay perhaps we'll be wiser when we've reached this location when our ride's nearly over when we're in our last station

love like a river will cut a new path whenever it meets an obstacle

walked out this morning dont believe what i saw a hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore seems im not alone in being alone a hundred billion castaways looking for a home

reflecting like little flames in the shadow

ere russet fields their green resume sweet flower i love in forest bare to meet thee when thy faint perfume alone is in the virgin air thy parent sun who bade thee view pale skies and chilling moisture sip has bathed thee in his own bright hue and streaked with jet thy glowing lip

gently from the sky landing like a sacrament level and divine

something of his sad freedom as he rode the tumbril should come to me driving saying the names tollund grauballe nebelgard watching the pointing hands of country people not knowing their tongue out here in jutland in the old man-killing parishes

hold on magnolia to that great highway moon no one has to be that strong but if you're stubborn like me i know what you're trying to be hold on magnolia i hear that station bell ring you might be holding the last light i see before the dark finally gets a hold of me hold on magnolia i know what a true friend you've been in my life i have had my doubts but tonight i think i've worked it out with all of them

loveliest of trees the cherry now is hung with bloom along the bough and stands about the woodland ride wearing white for eastertide now of my three score years and ten twenty will not come again and take from seventy springs a score it only leaves me fifty more and since to look at things in bloom fifty springs are little room

enclosed in the fluency of my fingers what am i and what is my love for you submerged in your hair my fingers do they know of their own skill and does awareness of caressing cause the growth of the frail stalks of grass

i carved a face in liquor cut with little loves and deaths that felt the same where rain came in and wet the carpet pile plush and musty over days and the window now down easy bruise a mottled red like raspberry blotted and soaking in

the living come with grassy tread to read the gravestones on the hill the graveyard draws the living still but never anymore the dead the verses in it say and say the ones who living come today to read the stones and go away tomorrow dead will come to stay so sure of death the marbles rhyme yet can't help marking all the time

old as the world no other things so old nay older than the world else how had sprung such lusty strength in them when earth was young stand valor and its passion hot and bold insatiate of battle how else told blind men born blind that red was fitting tongue mute eloquent to show how trumpets rung when armies charged and battle-flags unfurled who sings of valor speaks for life for death beyond all death and long as life is life

love is and was my lord and king and in his presence i attend to hear the tidings of my friend which every hour his courtiers bring love is and was my king and lord and will be tho' as yet i keep within his court on earth and sleep encompass'd by his faithful guard and hear at times a sentinel who moves about from place to place

the lion and the unicorn were fighting for the crown the lion beat the unicorn all around the town some gave them white bread some gave them brown some gave them plum-cake and kicked them out of town

we sat under an old thorn-tree and talked away the night told all that had been said or done since first we saw the light and when we talked of growing up knew that we'd halved a soul and fell the one in t'other's arms that we might make it whole then peter had a murdering look for it seemed that he and she

from a distance the world looks blue and green and the snow-capped mountains white from a distance the ocean meets the stream and the eagle takes to flight from a distance there is harmony and it echoes through the land its the voice of hope its the voice of peace its the voice of every man from a distance we all have enough and no one is in need

small god of wings with the earth eye high art of the flap and glide on the waves of the belly winds

westerly i see clouds bright as purest embers clouds all diffused in light becoming oppressively dark yes my dreading heart tells me now as it becomes late and still as the sun goes down shadows transform my soul

i am a book of snow a spacious hand an open meadow a circle that waits i belong to the earth and its winter

who knows where the road will lead us only a fool would say but if you let me love you i'm sure to love you all the way

to make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee one clover and a bee and revery the revery alone will do if bees are few

i never really look for anything what god throws my way comes i wake up in the morning and whichever way god turns my feet i go

gold from the edges of the horizon flowing a great and golden sea the light's spilled out of heaven and flowing growing a gold immensity the water-bird floats on the golden water golden her wings and crest as she were fionnuala the king's daughter preening a golden breast

light in the night shining ever so bright burning with delight flames in the night

nature rarer uses yellow than another hue saves she all of that for sunsets prodigal of blue spending scarlet like a woman yellow she affords only scantly and selectly like a lover's words

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

deeper lie the roots of love between you and i than merest flickerings that rise from errant sparks and die upon the self-same winds that raised them sharing this in properties we not alone conceive but know know to depths belying doubt

in the springtime joyous springtime and we hear the murmuring brooklets then the bees are on the wing when the long cold days are over bees are out to sip the dew and the nectar from the clover buttercups and daisies blue

red white yellow pungency producing tears weeping eyes sniffling paper thin skin brittle juicy within sharp scent clinging exhibiting growth accretions chopped in circles world without end

wealth i seek not hope nor love nor a friend to know me all i seek the heaven above and the road below me

on thy bosom let me rest more i would but death invades me death is now a welcome guest when i am laid in earth may my wrongs create no trouble in thy breast remember me but ah forget my fate

and signifies the sureness of the soul seems to owe naught to any single cord but strictly held by none is loosely bound by countless silken ties of love and thought to every thing on earth the compass round and only by one's going slightly taut in the capriciousness of summer air is of the slightlest bondage made aware

fly away i wish that i could fly into the sky so very high i'd fly above the trees over the seas in all degrees to anywhere i please let's fade into the sun let your spirit fly i want to fly away

your life is your life dont let it be clubbed into dank submission be on the watch there are ways out there is a light somewhere it may not be much light but it beats the darkness be on the watch the gods will offer you chances know them

i want my eyes on stalks i want to casually glance behind me without turning my head to look both ways before crossing at the same time i want to see around a corner before i get there turn the corner only after liking what i see i want my eyestalks long

god pays attention to details and i love watching them

the weary sun puts up a last fight for brilliance but the evening is about to engulf it and yet another day comes to an end

late evening innocent in its slow pace lifts colours gradually shades and changes the day the ball of earth spins a lit skull cap dome of blue in mists circles the sun rolling in and out of light the approaching vast cape

twinkle twinkle little star how i wonder what you are

it is not growing like a tree in bulk doth make man better be or standing long an oak three hundred year to fall a log at last dry bald and sere a lily of a day is fairer far in may although it fall and die that night it was the plant and flower of the light in small proportions we just beauties see and in short measures life may perfect be

here comes the sun here comes the sun and i say it's all right little darling it's been a long cold lonely winter little darling it feels like years since it's been here little darling the smiles returning to the faces little darling it seems like years since it's been here

sing us a song you're the piano man sing us a song tonight well we're all in the mood for a melody and you've got us all feelin' all right

'i watch the birds fly south across the autumn sky and one by one they disappear i wish that i was flying with them now you're not here

two in love can face the world together hearts that cuddle up will muddle through the world may rock and rumble crowds may groan and grumble thrones may even tumble too darling two in love can face the stormy weather laugh aloud at every cloud above and so well show them all what love can do for you and i are two in love

i had a little nut tree nothing would it bear but a silver nutmeg and a golden pear the king of spain's daughter came to visit me and all for the sake of my little nut tree her dress was made of crimson jet black was her hair

silent sailing through waters still breeze of memories in the air mystical sea tales of old past and present and future here breeze of memories in the air hypnotises all men journey thus ends towards the sun breeze of memories in the air blackness drops on the sea

thinking with a feather moving it round the surface it contemplates with me flowing helping me make decisions lines carved deep within the metal waiting for the ink to be pushed into them they will tell my story forever to be seen will someone read my story the way i drew it or will they bring their own visions to mine creating a merger of lives

little fly thy summers play my thoughtless hand has brushed away am not i a fly like thee or art not thou a man like me for i dance and drink and sing

shadow and pollen atop mauve crocus petals bespeak winter's end

i might mention the chemistry the make-up beneath the face eye shadows highlight the gleam but one dark molecule persists confiscates the harmony of the whole geology of the cheek the salt noun tear and a body sum of parts relearns its nature

our earth is round and among other things that means that you and i can hold completely different points of view and both be right the difference of our positions will show stars in your window i cannot even imagine your sky may burn with light while mine at the same moment spreads beautiful to darkness

the world has held great heroes as history books have showed but never a name went down to fame compared with that of toad the clever men at oxford know all there is to be knowed but none of them know half as much as intelligent mr toad the wind in the willows

standing on the precipice balanced at junctions space and time there are no excuses here no explanations or rhymes locked in lavish rhythm far beyond the brink hid from help or rescue on jagged edge distinct weighty voices

it's not far down to paradise at least it's not for me and if the wind is right you can sail away and find tranquility the canvas can do miracles just you wait and see believe me it's not far to never never land no reason to pretend and if the wind is right you can find the joy

there's a tale about the ostrich have you ever heard it said that when it sense danger it just runs and hides its head the reason that it hurries to hide away its face in permanent disgrace now when noah built the ark in those far off days of old he took ostriches on board

every one is a moon and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody

you'll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley you'll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we walk in the fields of gold so she took her love for to gaze awhile upon the fields of barley in his arms she fell as her hair came down among the fields of gold will you stay with me will you be my love among the fields of barley

the mask i wear shows two sides you see the two sides that are me black for darkness within i fight for the hope and joy white the love within that yearns shines red like a flame burns the hands weaved fear the thought of losing one dear black is the pain of loss white is the hope ahead red is the feeling of loved ones regained hands open to receive ones that we've grieved

its mouth is wide its neck is narra it has such long and lofty legs i'm glad it sits to lay its eggs

if this book of mine fails to take a straight course it is because i am lost in a strange region i have no map

he told of the magnolia spread high as a cloud high overhead

along the reaches of the street held in a lunar synthesis whispering lunar incantations disolve the floors of memory and all its clear relations its divisions and precisions every street lamp that i pass beats like a fatalistic drum and through the spaces of the dark midnight shakes the memory

beyond this screaming shore gulls soar zagged and buffeted modifying flight they flip from grey to white and light the day with sudden and sustaining flair of wing they fling their competent contempt into cyclonic air's attempt to tear them from the sky and brilliantly defy the ancient try of conquered gales to dash their

we shall have to think up signs sketch a landscape fabricate a plan on the double page of day and papper tomorrow we shall have to invent once more the reality of this world

spring really is here everything is soft and green

the summertime is coming and the trees are sweetly blooming and the wild mountain thyme grows around the blooming heather will you go lassie go and we'll all go together to pluck wild mountain thyme all around the blooming heather will you go lassie go i will build my love a tower

burning base of sky half the hemisphere high a fire hour crept upon by night

peace is not something you wish for it's something you make something you do something you are and something you give away

the sea awoke at midnight from its sleep and round the pebbly beaches far and wide i heard the first wave of the rising tide rush onward with uninterrupted sweep a voice out of the silence of the deep a sound mysteriously multiplied as of a cataract from the mountain's side or roar of winds upon a wooded steep so comes to us at times from the unknown and inaccessible solitudes of being

i will be the gladdest thing under the sun i will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one

there in the land where the waves break on empty shores forever and where the moonlight makes a sweet warm twilight hour where the harems languid days delight the mussulman there an enchantress caressed me and gave me this talisman and caressingly she said my talisman will not save you

roll on thou deep and dark blue ocean roll ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain man marks the earth with ruin his control stops with the shore

what is the jay more precious than the lark because his feathers are more beautiful or is the adder better than the eel because his painted skin contents the eye

i was an angel living in the garden of evil screwed up scared doing anything that i needed shining like a fiery beacon you got the medicine i need fame liquor love give it to me slowly put your hands on my waist do it softly me and god we don't get along

if you look at a flower and realize the power that life provides the internal will to live the intransigent beauty that unfolds before our eyes the strength masked in delicacy the peaceful warrior spirit unmasked and unbound how can we not feel a part of this

it was on account of the flowers that i sent off my lover to the south pole and after i sent him off my lips hardened and i could no longer drink from a clear spring although i bent my head very low it was on account of the flowers which did not blossom it was on account of the doves with feathers that from sudden knowledge dimmed so much that instead of being golden in the sun's gleam

leggo my leg oh guard my skates kayt zip my zipped zipper its past past past late ferris my wheels dusk until dawn fish in my house snow drift my lawn stitch all my scars embrace my flawed face

in the marsh pink orchid's faces with their coy and dainty graces lure us to their hiding places laugh o murmuring spring

the living come with grassy tread to read the gravestones on the hill the graveyard draws the living still but never anymore the dead the verses in it say and say the ones who living come today to read the stones and go away tomorrow dead will come to stay so sure of death the marbles rhyme yet can't help marking all the time

when i am alone i am happy the air is cool the sky is flecked and splashed and wound with color the crimson phalloi of the sassafras leaves hang crowded before me in shoals on the heavy branches when i reach my doorstep i am greeted by the happy shrieks of my children