Nature is the glass reflecting God, as by the sea reflected is the sun, too glorious to be gazed on in his sphere.
quote by Brigham Young
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The Gulls Freedom
It becomes a mirror, the sea, while reflecting the sun.
The gulls are reflected in their infinite freedom.
Where are you running?
Stop and listen, at the leaves falling from the seas
at the warm ground, whims like a child.
Lizard hands and masks of glass
suspended in the night sky, where souls meet.
My though are like stars in my head,
bright at night,
too far to reach, there to hear.
poem by Luca Menin
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Street Art
I don't want to know A car's make or breed
I'm not really concerned About its maximum speed
Just so long As the windows are clean
And the duco is smooth As silken sheen
So I can watch As I do pass
The surroundings reflected In the glass
A curve and a bump Can distort the view
And force you to see The image as new
And if the glass is not thoroughly Uniform
Warped surrealistic patterns There can form
Clouds in the roof Reflected lie
On the bonnet a building Towers into the sky
A car passes by And it can feel
Like a movie moving By on wheels
poem by Peter Elliott
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Nothing Will Be As Wonderful
Nothing will be as wonderful, as that spring had been
the trees were full of flowers row upon row
the water in the channels reflected bright like glass
in the distance seagulls turned around a ship’s mast
flew away in lines above us.
Nothing will be as wonderful, as that spring had been
where your hand had fitted fine and precisely into mine
where I fell more intimately in love with you
the water in the channels reflected bright like glass
we had seen an otter splashing at rocks in the sea
while the boat floated recoiling over the sea.
Nothing will be as wonderful, as that spring had been
where now I reach in vain for you
and forever you are separated from me,
the water in the channels reflects bright like glass
while the hot spring rain, wash away my tears
with dire pain cutting through me;
nothing will be as wonderful, as that spring had been
the water in the channels reflects bright like glass.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Reflected
Look upstanding with your head held high
You will be reflected
You looK outstanding with your eyes in disguise
Just beyond your glasses
Holy, how he would keep, it's devine
I'm surely glad, I'm surely over town
And even though I'm you will always here
Very rarely worry almost constantly
Could you be receptive
Our life's outstanding in a shower please
Wet my skins a plenty
Baby, what a day I love our town
I'm surely glad, I'm surely all around
And even since I knew it all so clear
You will be reflected
You will be reflected
You will be reflected
You will be reflected, reflected
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Nothing, Nothing, Could be Clearer...
Abyss has never ventured nearer!
Horror, cloaked in tainted glass-
Reflecting terror, midnight’s mirror…
The stars convulse- vomit, wither!
Birdsong stops- shadows dance,
Abyss has never ventured nearer!
Reflecting terror, midnights mirror…
Shows my soul- writhing in a dark romance!
Nothing, Nothing, could be clearer…
No witchdoctor, nor faith healer
Could un-forge this fate flame-cast
Reflecting terror, midnights mirror…
I weep! In vain I beg beneath her!
While an envy looms above my past
Abyss has never ventured nearer!
Reflecting terror, midnight’s mirror…
…Nothing, Nothing, could be clearer.
poem by Lazarus Knix
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Glass War
Glass war, glass war, glass war, glass war, it's a glass war
Glass war, glass war, it's a glass war
Glass war, glass war
It's a glass war
Cause you can see right through the poisen
It's a glass war
Cause we all know the activeties
It's a glass war
Cause it's made of smoke and mirrors
It's a glass war
It's a glass war
It's a glass war
Cause only poor men are dyin in the
Gas war
Cause we know why it was started
It's an ass war
Cause the president's an asshole
It's an ass war
It's a glass war
It's a gas war
Cause the starters are all victims of the
Glass war
The slogan men were starters of the
Last war
Now the southern men are starters of the
Glass war
It's a Glass War
It's a Glass war
And the shards are gunna start another glass war
And the shards are gunna start another glass war
And the shards are gunna start another glass war
And the shards are gunna start another glass war
And the shards are gunna start another glass war
It's a glass war
It's a glass war
song performed by by NOFX
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(V – 2010) The Poet’s Nature
Reflecting Nature’s various hues
Poets write colourfully.
Echoing Nature’s innate songs
Poets write musically.
Learning from Nature’s righteous laws
Poets write more sensibly.
Drawing from Nature’s spotless love
Poets write more humanely.
Living with Nature’s poetic life
Poets write living poetry.
Mirror
A thin flat pane
Of unblemished glass
And a reflecting plane
Of sputtered aluminum…
Mirror …amazing mirror
A symbol of fashion
Image of civilization
Right turned left
Again reflect
A self-portrait.
Mirror on the Hubble
It's Newton's kind
Exploring the universe
For all mankind.
Laser and mirror
Worked together
And gave this generation
An all new communication.
Mirror for makeup
The fair one behold,
Man's close shave
Handsome and bold.
Eye of the immersed
The sub's periscope
Eye pleasing patterns
Of the kaleidoscope.
Side view mirror
Rear view mirror
Drive without either
Sure a disaster.
Mirror to life's
Reflected shine
Life without mirror
It's hard to imagine.
poem by Tirupathi Chandrupatla
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Naming of Things.
That's a Small Skipper
Jane said
And that's a Clouded yellow
as two butterflies
flittered overhead
as you both lay
in the tall grass
on the side
of the Downs
and you followed
her finger
as it indicated
the butterflies' flight
and then they were gone
and she gazed at you
and said
What?
How do you know
the names of things?
I'm a country girl
not a townie like you
she replied
her lips moulding
the words like a potter
moulds clay
and you caught a whiff
of her perfume
carried on the calm breeze
over your heads
and you looked
at her there
in the grass
her head turned back
to the sky
her eyes reflecting
the summer blue
and her left leg
bent upwards
so that her knee
stood naked
beneath the sun
and her right hand
lay next to yours
the white blouse
open at the neck
and she said
I often used to lay here
alone listening
to the overhead birds
and the winds' moan
watching tractors
in the fields below
and mother wondering
where I was
And now?
you asked
Does she wonder
where you are now?
she turned her head
and gazed at you
No not now
she knows I'm with you
and that I'm showing you
the store of nature
and the panoramic view
And she trusts you?
you asked
sensing her hand
touch yours
the flesh warm
and soft
She trusts you
Jane said
and another butterfly
fluttered by
like a ballerina overhead.
poem by Terry Collett
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Same coin
I wondered and gazed through window
Nature’s wonder appeared in the form of rainbow
Countless thoughts just crossed the mind
How many wonders one can see and find?
Rain just stopped making sky so deep and dark
Calm prevail at night with solitary dog’s bark
What a lovely scene one could see and rejoice?
Bow head in respect with speechless voice
Slowly emerges the disappearance of dark soon
Silver rays come out with glitter from the face of moon
Seems it is beautiful lady waiting for somebody
One can easily notice anxiety with movement of body
Lovely beauty reflecting in her nightwear
Nature too reflects glory and simply bear
Stars too shine with smile and little twinkle
Wind blows slowly making little sound and smile
Such coincidence rarely be seen or exist
Invitation from beautiful lady remains and insists
Acceptance of love and simple recognition
Not providing excuses for any ignition
Nature may not remain cruel for long
Emergence of day light with sweet song
One can’t remain aloof and go wrong
We got to be a part and go along
Nature never deserts or leaves you alone
With calm weather or powerful cyclone
Beauty and nature two represent same side
Affection, kind heart and spectrum so wide
We can’t be indifferent to nature and beauty
Respect and preference should always be our duty
It is no secret that beauty and nature move together
One should not think unnecessarily and bother
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Tell The Colors Of Devil!
When happiness is absorbed,
The harmony is not reflected.
When the innocence is stolen and absorbed,
The peace is not reflected.
When all good emotions are absorbed,
The useful actions are not reflected.
When all colors are absorbed to be black,
What goodness can be reflected?
Evils have many colors on the screen,
When colors of cruelty and sadism scream,
the skull and broken bones of human,
have become the symbol to threaten,
and warn the danger, red can flow,
to our minds to scare us to be nymphs,
all these colors have the right effect,
when it is dark and the sun is out.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Man Alone
It is yourself you seek
In a long rage,
Scanning through light and darkness
Mirrors, the page,
Where should reflected be
Those eyes and that thick hair,
That passionate look, that laughter.
You should appear
Within the book, or doubled,
Freed, in the silvered glass;
Into all other bodies
Yourself should pass.
The glass does not dissolve;
Like walls the mirrors stand;
The printed page gives back
Words by another hand.
And your infatuate eye
Meets not itself below;
Strangers lie in your arms
As I lie now.
poem by Louise Bogan
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Thirteen Lines
A brain peered through stoic eyes;
Yet all it saw was rendered into
Flawed interpretation –
No honoured contemplation of a
Gluon, muon, quark of any flavour;
Nor a vision or conception of its world
Within a universe anthropic in its physical laws,
Inside a boundless multiverse.
All it gleaned and modelled
Bore parochialism well beyond belief! –
Delusional perhaps.
Survival only matters here on planet Earth –
Evolution saw to that.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Turn Around
What is a god but a sad little sod with the power to do what he will?
Where is the proof of a glorious truth in the message of blood in the till?
How are we here in this nice little mere but to dance with the passing of time?
Who is reflected in mirror and maze but a god just awaiting the chime?
poem by Poet Dragon
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Nature's the same as Rome, was reflected in it
Nature's the same as Rome, was reflected in it.
We see images of its civic might
In the clear air, as in the sky-blue circus,
In the forum of fields, the colonnade of the grove.
Nature is the same as Rome, again it seems
We have no reason to trouble the gods.
We've got the viscera of the sacrifices
To tell the fortunes of war, and slaves
To keep the silence, and stones with which to build.
poem by Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
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Nature Paints
Nature Paints
Nature paints the sky in blue,
Then adds the fluffy spots of white
Which sometimes hide the fuel
Of fiery sphere - light
A relief that gives a gracious smile
Nature paints the high mountains green
An emerald of an incline climb
Extending stairway to heavenly dreams,
The peak is in a target's reach
Our nature paints the dark stained soil
A symbol for our hard day's toil
What in its core does treasure hides?
Seek the rainbow you will find
All colors that our artist binds
Copyright © 2012
poem by Godfrey Morris
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Picture Poem #172 (From, This is my Wasteland)
Reflected heights
remembered
the empty glass flaxen
withholding
hope's spirit
like golden sunshine
in tinted azure sky
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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The Mirror...
I Looked At The Mirror
Mirror, Looked Back At Me
I Asked The Mirror
What Do You See?
The Mirror Smiled
“Same As You See”
I Touched The Mirror
The Mirror, Touched Me
Pressing To Break Thru
Glass Vanity
For Tho’ Eye To Eye
Sometimes I See
Mirror’s Right
Is Left To Me
And My Right Side … Made Mirror Left
I Got Perplexed At Imagery
And I Turned Away From Mirror
And Mirror Turned From Me
Our Backs To Each Other
Exposed Rigidly
But, Both Turned Back To Face
And Touch Same Place, And Be
Contained and Content
In Each Other’s Space Respectfully
We Shattered The Barrier
Between Mirror and Me
Back To Reflecting Our World
And The Same Things, We See …
Oh … Mirror, Mirror …
Reflecting You … Seeing Me …
poem by MoonBee Canady
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Nature And Art. To My Friend Charles Booth Nettleton
I.
THE young queen Nature, ever sweet and fair,
Once on a time fell upon evil days.
From hearing oft herself discussed with praise,
There grew within her heart the longing rare
To see herself; and every passing air
The warm desire fanned into lusty blaze.
Full oft she sought this end by devious ways,
But sought in vain, so fell she in despair,
For none within her train nor by her side
Could solve the task or give the envied boon.
So day and night, beneath the sun and moon,
She wandered to and fro unsatisfied,
Till Art came by, a blithe inventive elf,
And made a glass wherein she saw herself.
II.
Enrapt, the queen gazed on her glorious self,
Then trembling with the thrill of sudden thought,
Commanded that the skilful wight be brought
That she might dower him with lands and pelf.
Then out upon the silent sea-lapt shelf
And up the hills and on the downs they sought
Him who so well and wondrously had wrought;
And with much search found and brought home the elf.
But he put by all gifts with sad replies,
And from his lips these words flowed forth like wine:
'O queen, I want no gift but thee,' he said.
She heard and looked on him with love-lit eyes,
Gave him her hand, low murmuring, 'I am thine,'
And at the morrow's dawning they were wed.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Sand Dollar bears
Marks reflecting His wounds
Nature remembers
haiku by Mary Havran
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