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As day break, the glowworms say ""We've lit up the world!""
As day breaks, the glowworms say ""We've lit up the world!""
flickering glowworms
determine my course
surrounding darkness!
quote by by Indira Babbellapati
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Reassurance
Across the water distantly.
I see lights bobbing on the sea,
the lanterns of the fishermen
appear and disappear again.
The fisher folk who work at night
take full advantage of the light.
The moon provides for them to see
and sing her praises gratefully.
Their women folk left on the shore
pray to the Goddess they adore.
To bring their men safe home again,
their voices join the men’s refrain.
They look to sea to see the glow
of lanterns passing to and fro.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Violet
drowned in a pool of violet
the windows pour forth invisible echos
the leaking panes - my decrepit house-
leaking against a flooding ocean.
the fluids mix one in another
the colour is no more diluted.
still violet.
it remains outside
holding the house together -
tape on a house of cards
it does little good to pursue
orange, persimmon or other hues;
for blind are the lanterns
that guide those with-out
soon the lanterns'll drown too,
in a pool of violet hue.
poem by Crystal Korzinsky Chambers
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A Glow Worm and A Firefly
Dressed up for the mating night,
Never known it's for two weeks delight,
Rolled and sucked all alive under the earth,
The small lights even in the eggs, glow under the dark.
Meditated through many seasons to mature,
After pupating the single eyes become compounded,
The missing wings left the females on the ground,
The wingless flight to the height, emitting luminescence.
Sending specific patterned signal to the mate in the filth,
On the banks of the river and top of the trees,
Thousands of male little lanterns hungry for love,
Equally mad glowworms send the specific light of memo.
The joyous moment and union confirm the continuation,
Of species that mesmerize the human to merriment.
One wicked glowworm, hungry for nutrients,
She sent the signal to lure the lovelorn male.
When a male firefly was drowned in stupor,
picked up the responding signal from a potential mother,
but She caught, ate and stored enough protein,
To produce more eggs and show off the cruel charm.
When they fly as the little stars they can be caught,
When they burn the chemical with enzyme with no heat,
When they look for the mate from the upper ground,
The feeling is great to everyone who can witness.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Rather ten thousand lanterns from a wealthy man than one lantern from a poor man.
its the hazy eyes,
and the romantic lanterns,
climate highlighting.
haiku by Maria Barbara Korynt
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Welcoming The New Year
Up into the midnight air, Chinese lanterns lift;
Away, across the miles, they now silently drift.
I gaze up at their orange flickering lights,
Until they slowly disappear out of sight.
I stand on tiptoes at my bedroom window,
Intently watching this spectacular show.
I’m so determined not to miss a single thing;
More and more fireworks, each minute brings.
I turn my head this way and that,
As though I was at a tennis match.
Fireworks are launching all over the place;
Up, into the sky, they now rapidly race.
Small birds twitter in the tall trees nearby;
Unable to understand happenings in the sky.
In the distance, I can hear some loud cheers.
People stagger past, having had some beers.
Sparkling silvery stars fill the night sky,
But, sadly, it isn’t long before they die.
Fireworks explode to my right and my left;
When they’re all over, I feel quite bereft.
The fireworks last for an hour or more;
The Chinese lanterns, I’d never seen before.
An hour later, the night sky is almost dead.
Having greeted the New Year, I go to bed.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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As we moved along in a little procession, I was delighted with the illumination of the streets. So many lamps, and they burned until morning, my father said, and so people did not need to carry lanterns.
quote by Mary Antin
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But in the east the sky was pale and through the gray woods came lanterns with wagons and horses, bringing Grandpa and Grandma and aunts and uncles and cousins.
quote by Laura Ingalls Wilder
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My Helen
In a garden green we sat
My hand in yours
Yours held I
Roses around
Stars in the sky
Moon in full bloom
And the gentle breeze
Hither and thither
Move the blades of grass
The fire-flies flew
Around me and you
In restless heart of mine
The passion slowly grew
Closer I got
Pressed hand tight
No more in the world
Nor the nature's sight
The numberless glowworms
Around you revolved
In beauty and the charm
Resting on my arm
A newly wedded groom
Envious the moon
Jealousy in stars,
For resting on my arm
Was Helen of the Troy
poem by Jahan zaib
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Cherry Bloom Flowers Choir Sing
cherry bloom flowers choir sing on branches
dancing on limbs hung over wind ripple still river
many lanterns blossom upon green carp water
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Brookland Road
I was very well pleased with what I knowed,
I reckoned myself no fool --
Till I met with a maid on the Brookland Road,
That turned me back to school.
Low down-low down!
Where the liddle green lanterns shine --
O maids, I've done with 'ee all but one,
And she can never be mine!
'Twas right in the middest of a hot June night,
With thunder duntin' round,
And I see her face by the fairy-light
That beats from off the ground.
She only smiled and she never spoke,
She smiled and went away;
But when she'd gone my heart was broke
And my wits was clean astray.
O, stop your ringing and let me be --
Let be, O Brookland bells!
You'll ring Old Goodman out of the sea,
Before I wed one else!
Old Goodman's Farm is rank sea-sand,
And was this thousand year;
But it shall turn to rich plough-land
Before I change my dear.
O, Fairfield Church is water-bound
From autumn to the spring;
But it shall turn to high hill-ground
Before my bells do ring.
O, leave me walk on Brookland Road,
In the thunder and warm rain --
O, leave me look where my love goed,
And p'raps I'll see her again!
Low down -- low down!
Where the liddle green lanterns shine --
O maids, I've done with 'ee all but one,
And she can never be mine!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Utopia? (As One)
utopia?
non-sterile,
sweaty, cumstained,
bloody, grimy, bruised...
human bodies
hugging each other,
digging together,
as one, as many...
diverse, unique, tied
to the one...
with their gods
holding lanterns,
and carrying water!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Lullaby
Now the day is done,
Now the shepherd sun
Drives his white flocks from the sky;
Now the flowers rest
On their mother's breast,
Hushed by her low lullaby.
Now the glowworms glance,
Now the fireflies dance,
Under fern-boughs green and high;
And the western breeze
To the forest trees
Chants a tuneful lullaby.
Now 'mid shadows deep
Falls blessed sleep,
Like dew from the summer sky;
And the whole earth dreams,
In the moon's soft beams,
While night breathes a lullaby.
Now, birdlings, rest,
In your wind-rocked nest,
Unscared by the owl's shrill cry;
For with folded wings
Little Brier swings,
And singeth your lullaby.
poem by Louisa May Alcott
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We ate at a exclusive restaurant
We ate at an exclusive restaurant
where Chinese lanterns hang in the air
and there were filigree ornaments everywhere
that caught the eye
some flowers stood in black pots
and we drank sweet green tea
and you were in love with me
and the food were different
but very tasty
and outside the moon was rising
and filled the night
with her silver light.
poem by Gert Strydom
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To the Trench
Through shell-holes,
puddles of mud,
they trudge.
Over frozen
men in foxholes
they stumble.
Rats dart whistling across the distances.
Dead fingers rain down
& tap on rotting doors.
Signal-rockets,
corpse-lanterns…
To the ditch, to the ditch.
poem by Ernst Toller
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