Give me the splendid silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling.
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The Splendid Silent Sun
'Give me the splendid silent sun,
with all his beams full-dazzling.'
Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892)
i have seen what
you have seen
and it is too much of
a good thing
to be called
wonderful,
the dazzling the
silence
the resplendent
sun amidst
the breasts of the
hills.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Give Me The Splendid, Silent Sun
GIVE me the splendid silent sun, with all his beams full-dazzling;
Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard;
Give me a field where the unmow'd grass grows;
Give me an arbor, give me the trellis'd grape;
Give me fresh corn and wheat--give me serene-moving animals, teaching
content;
Give me nights perfectly quiet, as on high plateaus west of the
Mississippi, and I looking up at the stars;
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers, where I can
walk undisturb'd;
Give me for marriage a sweet-breath'd woman, of whom I should never
tire;
Give me a perfect child--give me, away, aside from the noise of the
world, a rural, domestic life;
Give me to warble spontaneous songs, reliev'd, recluse by myself, for
my own ears only; 10
Give me solitude--give me Nature--give me again, O Nature, your
primal sanities!
--These, demanding to have them, (tired with ceaseless excitement,
and rack'd by the war-strife;)
These to procure, incessantly asking, rising in cries from my heart,
While yet incessantly asking, still I adhere to my city;
Day upon day, and year upon year, O city, walking your streets,
Where you hold me enchain'd a certain time, refusing to give me up;
Yet giving to make me glutted, enrich'd of soul--you give me forever
faces;
(O I see what I sought to escape, confronting, reversing my cries;
I see my own soul trampling down what it ask'd for.)
Keep your splendid, silent sun; 20
Keep your woods, O Nature, and the quiet places by the woods;
Keep your fields of clover and timothy, and your corn-fields and
orchards;
Keep the blossoming buckwheat fields, where the Ninth-month bees hum;
Give me faces and streets! give me these phantoms incessant and
endless along the trottoirs!
Give me interminable eyes! give me women! give me comrades and lovers
by the thousand!
Let me see new ones every day! let me hold new ones by the hand every
day!
Give me such shows! give me the streets of Manhattan!
Give me Broadway, with the soldiers marching--give me the sound of
the trumpets and drums!
(The soldiers in companies or regiments--some, starting away, flush'd
and reckless;
Some, their time up, returning, with thinn'd ranks--young, yet very
old, worn, marching, noticing nothing;) 30
--Give me the shores and the wharves heavy-fringed with the black
ships!
O such for me! O an intense life! O full to repletion, and varied!
The life of the theatre, bar-room, huge hotel, for me!
The saloon of the steamer! the crowded excursion for me! the torch-
light procession!
The dense brigade, bound for the war, with high piled military wagons
following;
People, endless, streaming, with strong voices, passions, pageants;
Manhattan streets, with their powerful throbs, with the beating
drums, as now;
The endless and noisy chorus, the rustle and clank of muskets, (even
the sight of the wounded;)
Manhattan crowds, with their turbulent musical chorus--with varied
chorus, and light of the sparkling eyes;
Manhattan faces and eyes forever for me. 40
poem by Walt Whitman
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My Global Warning (Dedicated To Wangari Maathai)
I wish we understand the voices
of the birds as they give their
views on the dazzling look of the
earth from the sky maybe we know
how privileged we are to have
dominion over it.
If only we undersand the roars of
the Loins as they praise the splendid
look of the forest we will stop cuting
and plant more trees.
If only we could listen to our hearts as
it praise the seductive, moves of the
of the fishes we will show our waters
more respect..
poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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young poetess, ignis fatuus
come with me, come with me
we shall be silent under a sky full of stars
come with me come with me
and be so so silent like me
we will be seeing a dark sky full of stars
we shall be silent without their wars
we will only be the wisps of the winds
whispering whims and hymns
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Technicolor Dreams
Now, I've been accused of going Hollywood
Chasing some cinematic schemes
But I'll give you Panavision pictures
'Cos you give me Technicolor dreams
Up there, walking on air
I'd like to show you how
I loved you way back then
As much as I need you now
Some people like to send the world away
Some sunlight on some silver beams
And I'll give you Panavision pictures
'Cos you give me Technicolor dreams
Oh wow, look at us now
All of our dreams fulfill
I would implore you still
From under your windowsill
Sometimes, I'd like to send the world away
Some sunlight on some silver beams
So I'll give you Panavision pictures
'Cos you give me Technicolor dreams
Technicolor dreams
I'll give you Panavision pictures
'Cause you give me Technicolor dreams
Go far, follow your star
I'll help you climb that hill
I would adore you still
From under your windowstill
Sometimes I'd like to send the world away
Some sunlight under some silver beams
So I'll give you Panavision pictures
'Cause you give me Technicolor dreams
Technicolor dreams
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Technicolour Dreams
(b gibb)
Now, Ive been accused of going hollywood
Chasing some cinematic schemes
But Ill give you panavision pictures
If you give me technicolour dreams
I never thought in terms of growing old
Nothing is ever as it seems
But Ill give you panavision pictures
cause you give me technicolour dreams
Up there, walking on air
Id like to show you how
I loved you way back then
As much as I need you now
Some people like to send the world away
Some sunlight on some silver beams
And Ill give you panavision pictures
cause you give me technicolour dreams
Oh wow, look at us now
All of our dreams fulfill
I would implore you still
From under your windowsill
Sometimes, Id like to send the world away
Some sunlight on some silver beams
So Ill give you panavision pictures
cause you give me technicolour dreams
Technicolour dreams
Ill give you panavision pictures
cause you give me technicolour dreams
Go far, follow your star
Ill help you climb that hill
I would adore you still
From under your windowsill
Sometimes, Id like to send the world away
Some sunlight on some silver beams
So Ill give you panavision pictures
cause you give me technicolour dreams
Technicolour dreams
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Silent
Silent when I have nothing to say.
Silent just to avoid the fray.
Silent when I am not sure.
Silent—I can't stand anymore.
Silent when you make me mad.
Silent I am when times are sad.
Silent when I am too shy.
Silent when I want to cry.
Silent as I carry life's load.
Silent... I may soon explode.
poem by Shaqueena Celestin
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Bombarded!
Our town
Full of laughter
Full of joy
Full of happiness
Full of life, it was.
In a flash of seconds,
Our town
Full of cries
Full of misery
Full of sympathy
And as silent as glass, now.
No one to be seen walkin'
No houses or trees standin'
Except the miraculous, little church
Standing tall, proud and lonely.
poem by Arsiema Berhane
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Dazzling Hues
Golden sunshine goes streaming down the hills,
Lighting those slender, beaming daffodils.
Warming breezes skilfully wend their way,
Coaxing flowers to elegantly sway.
Spring whose colours boast such splendid views,
Tantalise the eyes with dazzling hues.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Recipe For Love Under A Full Moon
The night has to be just right.
A full moon in sight is a must.
RECIPE; FOR LOVE BENEATH A FULL MOON
2 lovers
1 full moon
1000000 moon beams
1000vv stars
1 flower meadow
1000 lighting bugs as candles
4 arms to hold
1. find your flower bed
1ooo lighting bugs as candles
2, hold each in your arms.
3.lay beneath the moon.
4 cover with moon beams, till warm.
5 enjoy the moon and stars
6 bake till done.
poem by Gayle Anne Goff
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Sound Of Solitude
Do you hear as I do,
The sound of my unfolding silence
When it gets blended
With the blossoming-sound
Of a million roses in cascading colours
Of a distant Rose Island.
How often you lend your ears as I do,
To the lingering echo
Of the divine fragrance
Of a copious crop of exclusive sandalwood.
Do you listen to as I do,
The silent soaking
Of nocturnal vegetations
By the silver beams
Of a full moon.
Do you hear as I do,
The silent descending
Of the sparkling sound
Of delicate dew-drops
On the greenery of meadows.
Do you also hear with your broad eyes as I do,
The twinkling din
Of stars and starlets
Jostling for dotted space
On a rustic sky.
SOUND OF SOLITUDE
Do you hear as I do,
The sound of my unfolding silence
When it gets blended
With the blossoming-sound
Of a million roses in cascading colours
Of a distant Rose Island.
How often you lend your ears as I do,
To the lingering echo
Of the divine fragrance
Of a copious crop of exclusive sandalwood.
Do you listen to as I do,
The silent soaking
Of nocturnal vegetations
By the silver beams
Of a full moon.
Do you hear as I do,
The silent descending
Of the sparkling sound
Of delicate dew-drops
On the greenery of meadows.
Do you also hear with your broad eyes as I do,
The twinkling din
Of stars and starlets
Jostling for dotted space
On a rustic sky.
Deliverance
The spring dawned after the biting chill,
Beams of sunlight filtered down,
Flakes of snow melted away,
And the whole world bathed in brilliant glow.
He came,
The dainty Darling of our dreams!
With promises full and hopes in store,
To fill the void,
within our souls.
To burst the silence,
with clatter of sounds.
To dispel the gloom,
that hovered on.
High from Heaven,
like a cherubim sent,
with the glow of umpteen candles lit,
He came,
To gladden our doleful hearts,
To deliver us of our blighted state.
He came,
Like the first rain on parched ground,
To drench the arid lands in splendid shower,
To ease the prick of sweltering heat,
And to put out the fire of growing drought.
Marvelling over the seizure of treasure,
Long hidden within the crevices dark,
We stood, so pleasantly taken aback,
Over the gift, ere vouched, but long delayed.
Like an eagle in its aerial route,
Flew my spirits in ecstatic rounds.
Like the Swallow, soaring high above,
My fancy took wings and set to fly.
He lay close to me, the bundle of joy!
His dark little eyes poised on my face,
Full with words on silent lips,
And wonder glistening his naive visage.
I peered into that cute little face,
The face I had long fondled in my dreams,
I whirled in the feel of prime feed,
And swam in the glory of maternal bliss!
poem by Valsa George
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The trunk only beams.
The trunk of the tree beams
That it has sent out beams
Which weigh heavy with plums
And sigh with plum visitors.
Beams don’t reagrd the trunk
06.06.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Wheels Of Life
The wheels of life keep turning,
Propelling us along,
And as they go, we're learning,
To, be both soft and strong.
To take laughter, fun and pleasure,
To take grief, sadness and tears,
And when we've had full measure,
Along come other fears.
This world can be so splendid,
But also hard and cruel,
And as one hurt is mended,
Along comes a renewal.
So take each day, and value it,
Once gone it can't return,
Just treasure every single bit,
And give each your concern.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Young Poetess, Ignis Fatuus
come with me, come with me
we shall be silent under a skyful of stars
come with me come with me
and be so so silent like me
we will be seeing a dark sky full of stars
we shall be silent without their wars
we will only be the wisps of the winds
whispering whims and hymns
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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One
I lust for empathy
At least permit me to entropy
and this void will be my asylum
as I rebuild my inebriated beacons
to raise the roof beams
that will mantle my perpetual nights
and our individual darknesses
in one final clout,
in one splendid dream
that will eat a life time
in a glacial sleep
we will be
one.
poem by Norman Santos
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Silent Night (feat. Cormac Breatnach & Martin Dunlea)
Silent night, holy night!
All is calm, all is bright.
Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child.
Holy infant so tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace,
Sleep in heavenly peace.
Silent night, holy night!
Shepherds quake at the sight.
Glories stream from heaven afar
Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia,
Christ the Savior is born!
Christ the Savior is born.
Silent night, holy night!
Silent night, holy night!
Son of God love's pure light.
Radiant beams from Thy holy face
With dawn of redeeming grace,
Jesus Lord, at Thy birth.
Jesus Lord, at Thy birth.
Silent night, holy night!
Silent night, holy night!
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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Splendid Questions
Going to areas of mine is splendid,
People resent this when considered.
My questions are too complex,
My wizards are too splendid,
Why do goggles blend with the motion of sight?
Never please erase a question worthy,
Anything above the ordinary.
My splendid camera of jokes is upon us,
Watching is like pain when considered.
To fascinate the brain calls an answer
To the problems of too many people who are widespread.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Over the expanse of the Poet's mind
over the expanse
of the poet's mind
a full moon hangs
a ripe round orange
full with the sweetness
and joy of the universe
every now and then
a tide of inspiration
suffuses the sea of
his intellect where
the allure of the
moon is magified in
dazzling lines the poet
lavishes his verses
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Stars
Ah! why, because the dazzling sun
Restored our Earth to joy,
Have you departed, every one,
And left a desert sky?
All through the night, your glorious eyes
Were gazing down in mine,
And, with a full heart's thankful sighs,
I blessed that watch divine.
I was at peace, and drank your beams
As they were life to me;
And revelled in my changeful dreams,
Like petrel on the sea.
Thought followed thought, star followed star
Through boundless regions on;
While one sweet influence, near and far,
Thrilled through, and proved us one!
Why did the morning dawn to break
So great, so pure a spell;
And scorch with fire the tranquil cheek,
Where your cool radiance fell?
Blood-red, he rose, and arrow-straight,
His fierce beams struck my brow;
The soul of nature sprang, elate,
But mine sank sad and low.
My lids closed down, yet through their veil
I saw him, blazinig, still,
And steep in gold the misty dale,
And flash upon the hill.
I turned me to the pillow, then,
To call back night, and see
Your words of solemn light, again,
Throb with my heart, and me!
It would not do - the pillow glowed,
And glowed both roof and floor;
And birds sang loudly in the wood,
And fresh winds shook the door;
The curtains waved, the wakened flies
Were murmuring round my room,
Imprisoned there, till I should rise,
And give them leave to roam.
O stars, and dreams, and gentle night;
O night and stars, return!
And hide me from the hostile light
That does not warm, but burn;
That drains the blood of suffering men;
Drinks tears, instead of dew;
Let me sleep through his blinding reign,
And only wake with you!
poem by Emily Jane Brontë
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