poetic sunrise oooo yeah!. + Informações

poetic sunrise says hello from smyrna first baptist. + Informações

.. from the round disc of gold that around me rolled... ( EA Poe). + Informações

Taymaz Valley is a British Iranian poet living and working in London UK. Please visit: www.taymazvalley.com Morning Song I've never been a fan of waking up, forsaking my dreams has never attracted me. I rather be lost in a world of imagination, never having to face the cold reality of truth. Today I tell myself to hold on, just get over this morning song, by the sunrise it will all be over, release from all that I've endured. So I lit a cigarette, open my oldest bottle and take a sip, place the Chopin record on repeat, load my old revolver and lie on the bed. I've never been a fan of waking up, and sleep late this morning I shall.. + Informações

*NEED SUBSCRIPTIONS* Rate, Comment, PLEASE* ~~ WORDS HERE, (Down Cursor Button) ~~ OR ~~ www.stanleypacion.com ~~ OR ~~ http From an original poetic selection in his collected prose and verse entitled, A BIG BOOK OF MY OWN, NOW VOYAGER, Part 3 of a Poem in Four Parts "Today", the specter says, "Before I appeared in vision to you, A fierce fit seized my brain, and I took my sword And smashed it mightily against this stone Which our men had trundled from the moraine, A monument on whose face Inscribed characters memorialized my life." Wordlessly he hands me a leather roll to unfurl. It is a runic manuscript and though The writing, its script is olden Svenska, In my dream I could read it! "My Darling Brunet," the salutation goes, "I am your countryman, a remote ancestor, I tell you true, and whether you believe me or not, Or how you choose to act, The matter rests entirely with you. Nonetheless I urge you. Harken! "Death has deprived me of ability to speak, The poets verse, the dream It communicates to you, is channel, The vehicle this ghost employs, Without this medium no correspondence would exist. "You have heard of the hurried activity that Animates the point of embarkation, Note anticipation of mere material success, It dwarfs so much noble human endeavor. The business these ships portend had once been mine. "The business the ships portend had been mine. "And now voyager, you, like we before you, Pursue the world to bring it to your feet, You seek new riches and hope To .... + Informações

**NEED SUBSCRIPTIONS, , Rate, Comment, PLEASE ** WORDS & LINKS HERE: From an original poetic entry in his collected writings, entitled A BIG BOOK OF MY OWN, Stanly Pacion recites verse which describes a long dream sequence about life's ultimate meaning. stanleypacion.blogspot.com II. 'Today', the specter says, Before I appear in vision to you, A fierce fit seized my brain, and I took my sword And smashed it mightily against this stone Which our men had trundled from the moraine, A monument on whose face Inscribed characters memorialize my life. Wordlessly he hands me a leather roll to unfurl. It is a runic manuscript and though The writing was olden, Svenska, I could read it! 'My Darling Brunet, the salutation goes, 'I am your countryman, a remote ancestor, I tell you true, and whether you believe me or not, Or how you choose to act, The matter rests entirely with you. Nonetheless I urge you. Harken! Death has deprived me of ability to speak, The poets verse, the dream It communicates to you, is channel, The vehicle this ghost employs, Without this medium no correspondence would exist. You have heard of the hurried activity that Animates the point of embarkation, Note anticipation of mere material success, It dwarfs so much noble human endeavor. The business these ships portend had once been mine. The business the ships portend had been mine. And now voyager, you, like we before you, Pursue the world to bring it to your feet, You seek new riches and hope To bring them .... + Informações

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*NEED SUBSCRIPTIONS*Rate, Comment, PLEASE* stanley.pacion.googlepages.com WORDS & LINKS HERE. From an original poetic selection in his collected prose and verse entitled, A BIG BOOK OF MY OWN, Stanley Pacion recounts one night's dream vision on the shortness of life. Part III has the Viking ghost read a letter on the futility of anything but the moment and human warmth. For this POEM ....Original BLOG LISTING July 24, 2009. stanleypacion.blogspot.com NOW VOYAGER, A Poem In Four Parts, Part III 'Today', the specter says, Before I appear in vision to you, A fierce fit seized my brain, and I took my sword And smashed it mightily against this stone Which our men had trundled from the moraine, A monument on whose face Inscribed characters memorialized my life. Wordlessly he hands me a leather roll to unfurl. It is a runic manuscript and though The writing was olden, Svenska, I could read it! 'My Darling Brunet, the salutation goes, 'I am your countryman, a remote ancestor, I tell you true, and whether you believe me or not, Or how you choose to act, The matter rests entirely with you. Nonetheless I urge you. Harken! Death has deprived me of ability to speak, The poets verse, the dream It communicates to you, is channel, The vehicle this ghost employs, Without this medium no correspondence would exist. You have heard of the hurried activity that Animates the point of embarkation, Note anticipation of mere material success, It dwarfs so much noble human endeavor. The business .... + Informações

A poetic look into the life of two AmeriCorps*NCCC members. + Informações

A short sunrise meditation with the wondrous radiant sun ~ the giver of life!. + Informações

"I want to be a lost poem in a stranger's coat pocket, that conveys the importance of you. To assure you of my desire, to assure you of dreams. I want all the possibilities of you in writing. I want to give you your reflection, I want your eyes on me, I want to travel to the lightness with you and stay there, and I want everything before you... ...everything before you to follow us like a trail behind me. I want never to say goodbye to you, even on the street corner or the phone. I want, I want so much... I'm breathless. I want to put my power into a poem to burn a hole in your pocket so I can sew it. I want my words to scream through you. I want the poem not to mean that much. And I want to contradict myself by accident, and for you to know what I mean. I want you to be distant and for me to feel you close, I want endless days when it's day and... nighttime never to end when it's night. I want all the seasons in one day. I want the sun to set before us and come up in front of us. I want water up to our waists and to be drenched by the rain, up to our ankles with holes in our shoes. ...with holes in our shoes. I want to think your thoughts because they're mine. I want only what's urgent with you. I want to get in the way of the barriers and I want you to be a tough guy when you're supposed to, like you do already. ...when you're supposed to. And I want you to be tender, like you do already. And I want us to have met for a reason and I want that reason to be important. And .... + Informações

www.luangsay.com Cruise on the Mekong in a unique way. Welcome to Laos and a wonderful travel on the northern Mekong River. Our boats travel on the Mekong river from Houei Say to Luang Prabang in Laos, and, in the other direction, from Luang Prabang to Huay Xai. We offer a very comfortable Mekong cruise, a cultural journey and an opportunity to understand a bit more about life on this legendary river. Your cruise on the Mekong to the Luang Say Lodge, near the town of Pakbeng, will take about 7 - 8 hours. The one night accommodation is in one of the more comfortable Lodges in the region. From your luxury teak and rosewood bungalow, you can view the dramatic river scenery of the Mekong, enjoying the fiery and romantic sunset and the mysterious and poetic sunrise. It is a pleasure to have dinner in the middle of the mountains of northern Laos. The second leg of your journey on our boat, from Pakbeng to the ancient royal capital Luang Prabang, a World Heritage site, or to the Thai border. En route, the Mekong river winds its sometimes turbulent way through jungle, mountains, teak plantations and farmland.. + Informações

"...such poetic fruit." His Royal Highness Prince Charles, The Prince of Wales "The show at St Mary's Church looks spectacular. Your commitment to the work of Coleridge is admirable ... your performances would be a valuable resource to literature students." Sheena Bucktowonsing, Writers' Centre, Soho Theatre, London "Quite amazing." Maryam Ma? (Published translator of the works and teachings of Jalaluddin Rumi) "...quite the Shakespeare...would have de?nitely been the ['Mothers'] house poet..." Phil Mytt, Promoter of 'Mothers --The Home of Good Sounds' (Voted number one venue in the world by America's Billboard Magazine1968--1971) "Wonderful poetry from such a good man.... I want to hear what you have to say.... This is very special..." Dr. Pir Shahazada Fazeel Ayaz Qasmi Walye Mohara Sharif -- Interna?onal Head of the Naqsbandi Su? Order "God Who Sees And Hears All" is a poem taken from the recently published book SUNRISE OVER AVALON by Samuel Taylor Coleridge and Russell Lee Hawkins. Coming to a bookstore near you. For more information please visit: www.rlhawkins.co.uk. + Informações

This movie presents a visual poem of the oldest still living city in the world- Benaras. Beginning with the fire of the rising sun and ending with the fire of cremation, it presents images of the Ganges River, the people who live and worship there and the famous and ancient cremation grounds of Manikarnika Ghat. Almost any time of the day or night, if I walked the alleys and small lanes that led down to the cremation grounds at Manikarnika, a procession of 5-10 men would be heard and seen, winding through the crooked alleys, past the small booths of myriads of shops, threading their way amongst the press of people crowding the lanes, carrying a corpse on their shoulders. They were bringing the body to Manikarnika Ghat on the banks of the Ganges. As they walked, they chanted loudly, reminding the living of that part of life called death. Their chant was a call and response mantra. The first part of the group would call out, "Sub ki Yahi Gati Hai" (This is the fate of all), which would then be immediately answered by "Rama Nama Satya Hai" (Only the name of God is Truth). They would chant these rhythmed words again and again as they wound their way down towards the river. Finally, the funeral procession came out of the close press of the alleys where the view opened out dramatically to the river and they began to descend the final stone steps leading down to the Ganges and the cremation ground itself. At the bottom of these steps, they would bathe the corpse one last time in .... + Informações

A parable written by Aaron Fewell about a young poetic boy, his meditations, and conversation with the sun.. + Informações

From the album "Nublu Sessions". + Informações

Panacea vs. Blu & Exile 1# Intro [The Scenic Route #01] 3# Between Earth and Sky [The Scenic Route #06] 2# The World is (Below The Heavens) [Below The Heavens #13] 96 minutes of movie, accelarated... with lower quality unfortunately. + Informações

A poetic take on early morning in Pensacola.. + Informações

For Hindus, Diwali is one of the most important festivals of the year, and is celebrated in families performing traditional activities together in their homes. Diwali (also spelled Devali in certain regions of India) or Deppavali popularly known as the festival of lights, and is celebrated between mid October and mid November each year. Manasamitra.com presents here the Diwali Sunrise Concert in the Deer Shelter Skyspace at The Yorkshire Sculpture Park on 29th October 2011. The event was held in the Deer Shelter Skyspace with carnatic singing by Supriya Nagarajan singing "Kaavyam -- Poetry in Motion," the ancient poetic compositions of the Trinity of South Indian Carnatic music. Created by American artist James Turrell, the Skyspace consists of a large square chamber with an aperture cut into the roof of the Park's 18th-century Deer Shelter. As the sun rises, people in the shelter experience a heightened vision of the sky in a place of contemplation and revelation, harnessing the changing light of the Yorkshire sky. The Diwali Sunrise was followed by breakfast in the Yorkshire Sculpture Park resttaurant. Manasamitra is a Yorkshire based arts organisation with a commitment to exploring innovative ways of providing high quality experiences, using the age-old traditional techniques of Indian music, dance, storytelling, crafts and visual arts, as way of engaging, inspiring and challenging communities locally, nationally and internationally. Further info: http:/www.manasamitra .... + Informações

This was a poem i wrote back in 1982-3 for my children. I am now pleased to have the know-how to put it onto a slide show for them. Can you remember what your dream was about last night?. + Informações

This poem was written for the special person in my life. I hope you enjoy it. Most of the photos were taken by my dad - some of them by me but not many. The track is 'Morning'. Comment//rate//subscribe! :D. + Informações

These two poems - an original one by myself and the other a poetic adaptation I have made from a story by Lovecraft - seem to hang together and to need to be recited as one, which I have done. THE OLD TAOIST by Charles Bryant Unworthy morsel of the infinite watches the skyline, waiting for the dawn. I cannot see it but I know that it is there. All my life I have been waiting here. Above Broken Gorge we perch like eagles, buffetted by every wind that blows. At sunrise and at evening the whole place glows with light, these wooden galleries are rose and gold, thrown out above the nothingness below. Three in this bed. The boy wedged up against me from the cold. At my back the acolyte is shivering in his thin robe. We cling together for comfort while we can - immemorial closeness of all suffering men. That this is pure illusion I'm aware: the gorge the boy the acolyte and me share equal places in the conscious dream. Things are not what they are but what they seem. ADAPTED FROM the beginning of 'The Outsider' by HPLovecraft Unhappy he whom memories of childhood bring only fear and sadness. Wretched he who looks upon lone hours in dismal chambers with maddening rows of crumbling antique books; awed watches in twilight groves grotesque, gigantic with vine-encumbered trees with twisted branches stretching far aloft into the dark. Such a fate, unhappy gods, was mine: me dazed, me disappointed, barren, broken. Yet I am content; cling desperately to these sere memories when I think .... + Informações

No copyright infringement intended. Video made to promote Brett Dennen. Melodic Break of the Day - March 29, 2011 - LovexxMuzik www.myspace.com www.brettdennen.net Brett Dennen is a folk singer & songwriter from Northern California. His music has been featured on Grey's Anatomy, House, Scrubs, Parenthood, The Unit, and has been on many talk shows, including Ellen DeGeneres. In 2008 Entertainment Weekly named him one of the eight guys on the rise, and Rolling Stone named him the artist to watch. Lyrics: A desert sunrise, you warm my soul Painting me in shades of clay Covering me whole And I'm a lizard, sunbathing in your radiance Oh i come out of hiding, so sweet so sweet you are If I could only have a taste Wrap my lips around your flavor Just because you are you Just because you are, so beautiful And I've been waiting all this life In the company of one And I know I am young But I don't want to be alone If you could only just Consider the two of us And i know darling I could be so good to you I see you rising On the horizon Bringing light into the day And I'm coasting on your rays When I awoke, you spoke through the mist of the mystic bliss Casting shadows On all my dismal yesterdays Do you remember that you told me, darling That I was so real I tell you all, my tears for you are real And we'll cross that bridge again some day I know we will I hope we will Desert sunset, a lullaby If I could give it all to you If you'd only let me try Sing so sweetly, it's my only wish .... + Informações

Beautiful house track! - Please remember to support any featured artists in my videos. I do not e-mail mp3 files nor do I advocate illegal file sharing. I do not own the copyrights to the music nor do I profit from it. If you would like me to remove the video I will be happy to do so at first request.. + Informações

*NEED SUBSCRIPTIONS*Rate, Comment, PLEASE* stanley.pacion.googlepages.com WORDS & LINKS HERE. From an original poetic selection in his collected prose and verse entitled, A BIG BOOK OF MY OWN, Stanley Pacion reads about the power of love. (The first time I recited this poem in public I had not realized how deeply it reflected religious themes. Still it is a secular poem about a man's passion for a woman.) stanley.pacion.googlepages.com contains words/text for all poems, plus other images and poems. "When a child I played, entertained myself with crystal sets, later I became a ham radio operator. The fact that I now have an audience of several thousands and growing, that this audience has become increasingly world-wide, and that it hears and sees me while I read my lyric and prose is nothing short of astounding. I love my YouTube!" For this POEM ....Original BLOG LISTING 14 MAY 2008. stanleypacion.blogspot.com Or Use BLOG SEARCH (upper left corner) to Locate: ABIDE WITH ME Abide with me for fast falls eventide. Darkness deepens with alacrity, Nothing halts the night. Stay with me while time yet allows, When other helpers fail, And other comforts flee. Allow me to mean the best, Help where others only helpless seem. I want to be alone with you. Though so many things to tell, One thing sums it right, One thing huge, deep and great, Like the sea, my heart embraces you. You, my love, are all my life today. Allow my help, I mean to assuage What ever wrongs cause distress, Spare .... + Informações