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Separation
People worship god.
I worship this separation from you.
It is worth Haj to a hundred Meccas,
This separation from you.
People say I am as brilliant as the sun,
They say I am famous.
What a fire it has lit in me,
This separation from you.
Behind me is my shadow,
Ahead, is my darkness.
I fear that it might leave me,
This separation from you.
No taint of the body is in it,
Nor litter of the mind,
All has been winnowed out,
By this separation from you.
When sorrow comes, bringing with it
Loneliness and pain,
I pull it close to me,
This separation from you.
Sometimes it colors my words
Sometimes it weaves through my songs,
It has taught me great deal,
This separation from you.
When sorrow, defeated, fell at my feet,
Amazed at my fidelity,
The world came out to see
This separation from you.
Love earned me fame.
People flocked to praise me.
It wept in my embrace,
This separation from you.
The world turned out to tell me,
That I had been unwise.
It sat me on a throne today
This separation from you.
I worship this separation from you.
It is worth Haj to a hundred Meccas,
This separation from you.
People say I am as brilliant as the sun,
They say I am famous.
What a fire it has lit in me,
This separation from you.
Behind me is my shadow,
Ahead, is my darkness.
I fear that it might leave me,
This separation from you.
No taint of the body is in it,
Nor litter of the mind,
All has been winnowed out,
By this separation from you.
When sorrow comes, bringing with it
Loneliness and pain,
I pull it close to me,
This separation from you.
Sometimes it colors my words
Sometimes it weaves through my songs,
It has taught me great deal,
This separation from you.
When sorrow, defeated, fell at my feet,
Amazed at my fidelity,
The world came out to see
This separation from you.
Love earned me fame.
People flocked to praise me.
It wept in my embrace,
This separation from you.
The world turned out to tell me,
That I had been unwise.
It sat me on a throne today
This separation from you.
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Posted: Feb 2012
Post Comment
you never teach me..
....you teach me how to smile...
....you teach me how to walk...
....you teach me how to kiss...
....you teach me how to love...
....you teach me how life is...
....you teach me how bold you are...
....you teach me how hot you are...
....bt..u never teach me how to live without you...
....you teach me how to walk...
....you teach me how to kiss...
....you teach me how to love...
....you teach me how life is...
....you teach me how bold you are...
....you teach me how hot you are...
....bt..u never teach me how to live without you...
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Posted: Feb 2012
About this poem:
i know your just a draem now..The Night of Sorrows
Either this sorrowful night is long
Or my songs are interminable.
This dreadful night does not end,
Nor do my songs cease.
How deep are these lakes?
No one has measured them.
But they do not swell up in the rains,
Nor dry up in drought.
There is something wrong with my bones,
Set them on fire and they do not scorch.
Sighs burn them,
Grief scorches them.
These are the injuries of love.
What cure, my friend, is possible?
A touch hurts.
A salve hurts.
The fair night belongs to the moon,
To whom does a dark night belong?
A moon does not hide among stars,
Nor can stars be concealed in the moon.
Or my songs are interminable.
This dreadful night does not end,
Nor do my songs cease.
How deep are these lakes?
No one has measured them.
But they do not swell up in the rains,
Nor dry up in drought.
There is something wrong with my bones,
Set them on fire and they do not scorch.
Sighs burn them,
Grief scorches them.
These are the injuries of love.
What cure, my friend, is possible?
A touch hurts.
A salve hurts.
The fair night belongs to the moon,
To whom does a dark night belong?
A moon does not hide among stars,
Nor can stars be concealed in the moon.
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Posted: Feb 2012
Post CommentMy Song
Do not sing
My song.
I must sing this song
Myself,
And then die.
This song is more soiled than the earth,
As old as the sun,
For many births I have had to live
The weight of its words.
No one else has the ability
To bring voice to it.
This song was born with me,
And will die with me.
I must sing this song
Myself,
And then die.
This song has a rare melody,
It is filled with pain.
It is like the shriek of cranes
Heard from distant mountains in autumn.
Or the clamor of birds in a forest,
Heard in a chaste dawn.
Or the sound of the wind flowing through high grasses
Heard on a black night.
I must sing this song
Myself,
And then die.
When I and my songs
Both die,
They who inhabit separation-houses
Will seek out my grave.
With one voice,
They will declare,
“Only a very few are fated
To shoulder such pain.”
Do not sing
This song of mine.
I must sing this song
Myself,
And then die.
My song.
I must sing this song
Myself,
And then die.
This song is more soiled than the earth,
As old as the sun,
For many births I have had to live
The weight of its words.
No one else has the ability
To bring voice to it.
This song was born with me,
And will die with me.
I must sing this song
Myself,
And then die.
This song has a rare melody,
It is filled with pain.
It is like the shriek of cranes
Heard from distant mountains in autumn.
Or the clamor of birds in a forest,
Heard in a chaste dawn.
Or the sound of the wind flowing through high grasses
Heard on a black night.
I must sing this song
Myself,
And then die.
When I and my songs
Both die,
They who inhabit separation-houses
Will seek out my grave.
With one voice,
They will declare,
“Only a very few are fated
To shoulder such pain.”
Do not sing
This song of mine.
I must sing this song
Myself,
And then die.
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Posted: Feb 2012
About this poem:
I love This song..so I translate it.
day dream believer
This is my first poem.In the world we hold so true where would we be without love to get us thru.Dreams are free we must have our hopes to help us see the great world we live in to.I have made mistakes and and been bound by regret and failed to forget the best from the worst in life.We must move on and be strong to forget and not let life fill you with regret.As the sun comes up I sing with the birds of great life has been given to me to give to our fellow man.I wish to carry on and not end up as sand at the bottom of the hour glass empty and void.With no joy.
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Posted: Feb 2012
About this poem:
I wrote this poem in distress at loss of friendship
Homesick
The warm southwesterly I send to you,
Its warm moist air it gives hill hue,
It crosses Ireland with all its grace,
It flows over hills with clouds of lace.
You welcome it with it's warm sweet air,
It has the power to lift despair,
With its warmth it brings a smile,
As it passes over field and stile.
I think of you as it passes me by,
Sometimes a tear sometimes a sigh,
I know as it tugs and pulls at my hair,
I know what touches me here may touch you there.
You send me the northeasterly in return,
It makes my nose and ears all burn,
It's cold blast I welcome not,
I'm over here or have you forgot.
Forgot this man that once you knew,
This mere man that remembers you,
I lie to think I'm the humble kind,
But does my memory ever cross your mind.
Its warm moist air it gives hill hue,
It crosses Ireland with all its grace,
It flows over hills with clouds of lace.
You welcome it with it's warm sweet air,
It has the power to lift despair,
With its warmth it brings a smile,
As it passes over field and stile.
I think of you as it passes me by,
Sometimes a tear sometimes a sigh,
I know as it tugs and pulls at my hair,
I know what touches me here may touch you there.
You send me the northeasterly in return,
It makes my nose and ears all burn,
It's cold blast I welcome not,
I'm over here or have you forgot.
Forgot this man that once you knew,
This mere man that remembers you,
I lie to think I'm the humble kind,
But does my memory ever cross your mind.
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Posted: Feb 2012
About this poem:
A wee homesick moment and feeling alone.The best and worst of Being, Broken
One day I woke up
and I was broken
was it words spoken?
in anger?
in jest?
for the worst?
for the best?
One day I woke up
and I was broken
was it the things I did or didn't?
those I took?
those I left?
believing them worst?
or believing them best?
One day I woke up
and I was broken
was it the loves I have had?
or have?
or have lost?
or never wanted?
the best loves?
the worst loves?
One day I woke up
and I was broken
You can fix me you know
but should you?
would you?
could you?
would it be for the best?
or would it be worse?
and I was broken
was it words spoken?
in anger?
in jest?
for the worst?
for the best?
One day I woke up
and I was broken
was it the things I did or didn't?
those I took?
those I left?
believing them worst?
or believing them best?
One day I woke up
and I was broken
was it the loves I have had?
or have?
or have lost?
or never wanted?
the best loves?
the worst loves?
One day I woke up
and I was broken
You can fix me you know
but should you?
would you?
could you?
would it be for the best?
or would it be worse?
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Posted: Jan 2012
About this poem:
...I guess everyone has low moments...Just Gone. or { I leave yez all to it }
Strumming some meaningless chords in this empty room im in
Cloaked in unknown surroundings many hours before the Dawn
Thinking of a recent past ,thinking of all those i have known ,
I have left you all so many miles behind,now i face this place alone.
From me there were no good byes ,
There will be some who only knew of me and wont give a dam ,nor i ,
But i know there will be those who knew me well , will miss me ,and i them,
So my friends and some past lovers ,now no more smiles when passing and to chat and say hello .
I face by choice this unknown morning and the days that will follow,
My friends and ex lovers ,i thank one and all,
Always i will keep fond memories of you all ,even though i didnt say any good byes at all ,
But you knew i cared about you all ,so maybe that will just have to do .....
Cloaked in unknown surroundings many hours before the Dawn
Thinking of a recent past ,thinking of all those i have known ,
I have left you all so many miles behind,now i face this place alone.
From me there were no good byes ,
There will be some who only knew of me and wont give a dam ,nor i ,
But i know there will be those who knew me well , will miss me ,and i them,
So my friends and some past lovers ,now no more smiles when passing and to chat and say hello .
I face by choice this unknown morning and the days that will follow,
My friends and ex lovers ,i thank one and all,
Always i will keep fond memories of you all ,even though i didnt say any good byes at all ,
But you knew i cared about you all ,so maybe that will just have to do .....
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Posted: Jan 2012
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Life is too short.....
We must say “I love you” today
Tomorrow it might be too late to even see love
Here and now is forever
Regrets my friend, are too hard to shake away as true love is hard
Tomorrow may become never and never again
Who knows when they could be gone?
I have done this one time too many
Although I knew it was wrong to wish for too much love
So I love you mother and father
I love you my two brothers so alike and four sisters too
I love you my daughters all four of you, and my only “son”
I love my only Grandson too
And all who have influenced my life
I will always speak from the heart
I will speak every word as our last
I shall have no further regrets
When someone I love has passed
This is in remembrance of my son
Who has passed into a world of more Love than we can see R.I.P.
~~~~~~~~~~~** NATHAN **~~~~~~~~~~~
01/21/2007 THIS MARKS THE FIFTH YEAR R.I.P.
Tomorrow it might be too late to even see love
Here and now is forever
Regrets my friend, are too hard to shake away as true love is hard
Tomorrow may become never and never again
Who knows when they could be gone?
I have done this one time too many
Although I knew it was wrong to wish for too much love
So I love you mother and father
I love you my two brothers so alike and four sisters too
I love you my daughters all four of you, and my only “son”
I love my only Grandson too
And all who have influenced my life
I will always speak from the heart
I will speak every word as our last
I shall have no further regrets
When someone I love has passed
This is in remembrance of my son
Who has passed into a world of more Love than we can see R.I.P.
~~~~~~~~~~~** NATHAN **~~~~~~~~~~~
01/21/2007 THIS MARKS THE FIFTH YEAR R.I.P.
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Posted: Jan 2012
About this poem:
I love and miss my only son who passed away five years ago tomarro from a bad hunting accident and he was my only son...
A Woman All Alone
She has lived all her life
Thinking of what might have been
Seeing only black and white
And never feeling anything
She's a woman all alone
With her mind
Never loved the man she married
Could have done better so she thought
Always looking to be free
But chained to a mental block
She's a woman all alone
with her mind
Never moves forward
Only lives in the past
Hard to the core
Her mind's in a cast
Can't get ahead of yesterday
Will not change her attitude
No nerve to change her ways
She'll always be alone and blue
She's a woman all alone
with her mind
She has lived all her life
Thinking of what might have been
Seeing only black and white
And never feeling anything
She's a woman all alone.............
Thinking of what might have been
Seeing only black and white
And never feeling anything
She's a woman all alone
With her mind
Never loved the man she married
Could have done better so she thought
Always looking to be free
But chained to a mental block
She's a woman all alone
with her mind
Never moves forward
Only lives in the past
Hard to the core
Her mind's in a cast
Can't get ahead of yesterday
Will not change her attitude
No nerve to change her ways
She'll always be alone and blue
She's a woman all alone
with her mind
She has lived all her life
Thinking of what might have been
Seeing only black and white
And never feeling anything
She's a woman all alone.............
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Posted: Jan 2012
About this poem:
I wrote this in 1993. In 2001 I realized it was actually about my own life. So, I made changes in that life.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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