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On Like River

We had such fun
Underneath the sun
But it's done
And time has won

In the ocean beneath
Washing away our feet
Offering my seat
And you go

On like river
Off like hurricane
Oh yeah

And you go
On like river
Off like hurricane
Can you feel my pain?

By the light in me
Helping you to see
Try to believe in me
Cuz, love, you go

On like river
Off like hurricane
Can you feel my pain?

I can't just move on
I just can't faze it out
Oh, no..

I think I'll run away
Nothing left to say
In the light of day
You go

On like river
Off like hurricane
Can you feel my pain?

Lost for words
Following the birds
May seem absurd
Cuz you go

On like river
Off like hurricane..

Please don't leave me
Standing, take me
In your arms..
 
Pete Rivera

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  334.     

This River

I try to call out for help
but I'm suffocating
in a river of pain and treachery.
I try to call out
as I resurface once again,
but the river engulfs me once more
in it's icy grasp.
It pulls me under and slowly,
oh so slowly, extracts
the life from me.
This River feeds on your will
to keep living.
As I resurface yet again,
in a valient attempt to call out
but it's icy cold hands come forth
from This blood filled River,
yet again to drag me under
to endure the slow agonizing
half life that This River holds.
 
Heart of Ice Die Die Die

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  335.     

They both tried.

They both tried -
One tried to teach language
Another tried to teach silence.

She had to say -
How drops of words coalesced to form words
Millions of years from now
When grains of earth coalesced to form stones
Stones became mute stocks of earth's wealth
Dead.
Word-drops formed rivers in the labyrinth of human hearts
Islands of poems appeared in the horizon
Living.
Rivers of words rushing to meet the sea of expression.

He had to say -
How inner world of deepest emotions
Is at loss in the external, precarious world of language
Criss-crossing ripplets of rivers
Erred to speak what lay deeper in the womb of river-beds
As often language falls short of the enormity of silence
'Rivers of words rushing to meet the sea of expression'
To express an expressionless form
Only palpable through eternal communion.

They both tried -
One tried to teach language
Another tried to teach silence.

Whoever spun this web of Language and Silence?

Love smiled.
 
Nibedita Deb

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  336.     

The Good Old Powlett River

The good old Powlett river so very old in time
Has been sketched by famous artists and has inspired the bards to rhyme
From the hills above Kilcunda it flows downland to the sea
Centuries before the first Australians came down to the South Country,
The good old Powlett river will flow down forever more
From the hills above Kilcunda to the great Pacific shore
By the sandhills near saltwater where the surf waves one can hear
The good old Powlett river to my heart is ever dear,
Out of the sunshine by powlett river in the shadows of the trees
Centuries ago the first Australians danced their corroborees
The people like Nature's Seasons to life they come and go
But the good old Powlett river forever it will flow
From the hills above Kilcunda babbling on down to the sea
It will babble on forever century on century.
 
Francis Duggan

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