The best history is but like the art of Rembrandt; it casts a vivid light on certain selected causes, on those which were best and greatest; it leaves all the rest in shadow and unseen.
quote by Walter Bagehot
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The ordinary man casts a shadow in a way we do not quite understand. The man of genius casts light.
quote by George Steiner
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A Red Rose
a red rose
casts a shadow
on a white
canvass
light strikes
on the body of
its redness
and the greenness of
its leaves
this red rose is
for you
give it the light
so i may cast
a shadow of myself
to you
when you touch
it
the rose begins
to live
another span of
love
it becomes an
inspiration of dreams
which are about
to die
of love that is
about to be
forgotten.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mermaids
Does it feel like religion
Does it crush your old ideas?
Well fold me in paper
I've got some here
And show me the warrant
To which I will attest
put me in handcuffs I'll give it a rest
The light through he windows
Casts doubt on the mermaids
And they sing at the bottom of the sea
You've run out of business
In light of what you want
You've come wielding plastic
And gone straight to the front
You've rejigged and counted, it's a mountain not too much
I'll give you my credence if that's not enough
The light through he window
Casts down on the mermaids
And they sink to the bottom of the sea
You're reading the letters that no-one ever wrote
I'm moving through something
I travel in hope
So read me the warrant, to which i will attest
Put me in handcuffs ill give it a rest
The light through he window
Casts down on the mermaids
And they sing at the bottom of the sea
song performed by by I Am Kloot
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A White Architect Of Light
8.8.88: She came back from the land of democrative destiny and dissolved
into the chaotic void.
Fighting for the freedom of reality
Building the light house in the darkest hours of life
Fixing up the spiritual essence through the existential nothingness
in the valueless zone
Layers by layers, realities of life theatre are turned into distilled light
out of trapped reflections
Mother of modern Myanmar honoured by consciencious tree of life
Curving away all the unnecessary parts
Curving away all the necessary parts
Communication revolution of the 21 st century
Aung San Su Kyi, The White Architect Of Light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Aung San Su Kyi, The White Architect Of Light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Aung San Su Kyi, The White Architect Of Light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Aung San Su Kyi, The White Architect Of Light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Aung San Su Kyi, The White Architect Of Light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Aung San Su Kyi, The White Architect Of Light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
White Raven, Black Sun
White raven soars
before the eclipse of the sun
paradox of light and dark
a phoenix dipped in fire
For all of darkness
reveals a light unseen
all of light
casts a shadow
In this prism of refraction
lies a meaning to life
where the window’s reflection
has one before, one behind
Together seen unknown
like the axis of an eye
a kaleidoscope of kind
not known by our mind
To find the white raven once again
soar before the sun’s eclipse
wings tipped gold to capture its fury
dancing in its ring of fire
poem by Patty Rose
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Rembrandt's Darkness, Rembrandt's Light
Here’s a painting by Rembrandt van Rijn –
mark how he bestows the light…
the light of Rembrandt’s conscious painted scenes
falls where consciousness itself shines strongest:
here on a thinking head, deep
in contemplation of the truth invisible;
here on a melting heart; there,
on a pregnant belly full of life;
on this marriage bed, her body
dissolves into the light of love;
here, the golden helmet and the breastplate
say, heroism has descended on mere man.
But mark, too, that other miracle:
see in this corner, the area of black paint:
this is not darkness; not negation of the light;
this is what cannot comprehend the light;
this is the darkness of the unmanifest,
from which all miracles shall in time arise:
this is the black paint stroked on the canvas
by the same dazzling intelligence
which was Rembrandt; the light
yet stored in darkness; what would that light
of things seen, be, without the mind
that understood and marked the not yet lit?
The secret of that darkness fills
with a brightness that's more beautiful than beauty,
the mind that knows to shut its mortal eyes.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Everything Vivid oh so Real
So surreal
everything appears
too real to be real
sober wide eye lucid mind
hallucinations?
How dull our perception
what we deem to be real
hydrogen strawberry patch
purple atmosphere soil
harvest dawn
streaks of violet orange-red
blood shed
sky's living proof
cloud's ceremonial formation
channeling spirits of great
distant cousin mountain ranges
sky
vivid oh so real
trees
vivid oh so real
auto metallic body paint
vivid oh so real
neighbor's sleep eye smile
vivid oh so real
morning rabbithole obligations
vivid oh so real
stage and spot light silence
vivid oh so real
flying feathered wake-up calls
vivid oh so real
everything I see
everything I touch
vivid oh so real
everything I feel
everything I imagine
vivid oh so real
dew transfers from
air to grass to my
bare flesh
vivid oh so real
my body
everything within
everything without
vivid oh so real
tepid bitterness
lukewarm caffeine fix
vivid oh so real
every illusion
performed by the senses
vivid oh so real
meditations under fulsome
tree branches
peace of mind
vivid oh so real
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Whithin Another Man's Shadow
Is not the same
To be in the Shadow,
Than to be the Shadow itself…
For you can move away from the Shadow
Towards the light
But, the shadows could not do
The same,
For it no longer will be the shadow…
Now it is painful and hard for me
To convince myself
That it is NOT what I thought
It could be…
Worse than anything else,
Is to share another man's shadow..
Why should I pay for another man's sins?
It wouldn't be right
And I don't deserve it..
Now I realize,
That everything was just a game
With the shadow and the light
And I caught in between…
Now, obviously, one path remains
For me to take:
The light anytime,
Then,
Definitely I will be
A free Man…
However, wondering
who my shadow
One day may be?
Since you are
Already somebody's else...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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You and My Shadow
You never noticed how your single glance
pressed my shadow on the wall.
And by simply smiling even once,
my pressed shadow falls
and melts into the ground.
As though some unseen force from you
had taken control around.
How come you never noticed
my shadow on the wall...
pressed by some unseen force
when by my name you called.
And how it hid beneath my feet
when your shadow's close to mine!
Just when I walked ahead of you,
it's almost left behind.
And now you kiss me with your lips,
your eyes have said it all.
But dear, have you noticed
my pressed shadow on the wall?
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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You're the bait...
New guilts, new anxieties
New pandoras, new trickeries
history seen, changed unseen
Play cat n mouse with me
You the cheese, me the mouse
Lets find the cat unseen
I eat you and play dead
We'd fool the cat unseen
But there's a problem,
The cat has caught us unseen...
02-04-2008
poem by by unknown author
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The Rest Is History
Saw you across the room
Felt somethin stir inside my soul
Knew Id never be the same
Now that love had taken hold
Then when you touched me
There was no doubt
You unterstood what my heart was all about
And the rest is history
The story of you and me
For all eternity
The record will show
Well fill up the pages
Romance for the ages
There for the world to see
The rest ist history
Before we spoke a word
My heart told me you were the one
When you pressed your hand to mine
I knew my life had just begun
Like some old movie
Music filled the night
Lost held each other tight.
And the rest is history
The story of you and me
For all eternity
The record will show
Well fill up the pages
Romance for the ages
There for the world to see
The rest ist history
And the rest is history
The story of you and me
For all eternity
The record will show
Well fill up the pages
Romance for the ages
There for the world to see
The rest ist history
History ...
The rest is history.
The rest is history.
song performed by by LeAnn Rimes
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Shadow Of Darkness
SHADOW OF DARKNESS
Melvin Banggollay
Shadow of darkeness
may come to swallow
...the light of hope to test
your faith with sorrow
but if in your breast
God's light still aglow
You'll win over tempest.
When faith seems low
As trials are so obsessed
playing in your meadow
be not afraid to express
your prayer for God's dew
to quench your heart's quest
for faith and wisdom glow,
for His mercy and love to rest
in your breath as you grow
in spirit until its time to rest
In God's healing shadow
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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Light And Shadow
the shadow hides itself
behind the body
away from light that
stabs it to
death
'too much light' says the
shadow
' amidst this heat
i shall perish' the shadow
fears
the body is there
as shield
and protects the shadow
from extinction
'not too dark' warns the shadow
i must be in the middle
somewhere
where light makes love
with absence
the shadow to its fullness
plays
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Live
I live in a world of shadow
I walk in your world unseen
I walk and talk
I breathe your air
But to me you pay no heed
I see your many faces
I know your well-placed-masks
I understand your longings
I hear your ghostly cries
I love you, here in shadow
Here in my hidden state
As I see you walk each day
Unknown am I to you
I live in a world of shadow
A world of sorrow and pain
None of which are truely mine
Buth those I've watched, I've seen
So I live in a world of shadow
And walk in your world unseen
poem by Reba Baker
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Sad love song
Bloomed at midnight to the light,
Twinkling as the stars, my fireflies
My hope, I thought it might
Truth I believe-tighten my petals to lies
To your light, I smile,
Gradually, you disappear
Dew touch my leaves, it pile
My leaves close, it fear.
From nowhere, light- brighter and hot came
Awakens and beautified the world
Dew dried up in shame
Your remembarance never shadowed the wall
Petals frustrated,
Leaves grew to changes
Unseen, my life destructed,
Yet, continued life-the damages.
poem by Penky Yumnam
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An excerpt from "Mass for the Day of St. Thomas Didymus"
iiGloria
Praise the wet snow
falling early.
Praise the shadow
my neighor's chimney casts on the tile roof
even this gray October day that should, they say,
have been golden.
Praise
the invisible sun burning beyond
the white cold sky, giving us
light and the chimney's shadow.
Praise
god or the gods, the unknown,
that which imagined us, which stays
our hand,
our murderous hand,
and gives us
still,
in the shadow of death,
our daily life,
and the dream still
of goodwill, of peace on earth.
Praise
flow and change, night and
the pulse of day.
poem by Denise Levertov
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Chocolate and Wine
The arch of greed
Casts a shadow over my gentle mind
That transpires my drift full need
Into an uncontrollable find
The persuasion of the heretic
Shapes your decisive pleasure
That product, that thing you will find
You will happily find in your leisure
But the arch of greed
Casts a shadow over my indecisive mind
That transpires my begging need
Into an indescribable find
This is my cherished addiction of chocolate and wine...
From this I never wish to decline!
Copyright of Sara Tehrani
poem by Sara Tehrani
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Companion Shadow never gets tired and leaves me alone?
A shadow is an area where direct light from a light source cannot reach due to obstruction by an object. It occupies all of the space behind an opaque object with light in front of it. The cross section of a shadow is a two-dimensional silhouette, or reverse projection of the object blocking the light. The sun causes many objects to have shadows and at certain times of the day, when the sun is at certain heights, the length of shadows change.
An astronomical object casts human-visible shadows when its apparent magnitude is equal or lower than -4.[1] Currently the only astronomical objects able to produce visible shadows on Earth are the sun, the moon and, in the right conditions, the planet of Venus.
I have come across
The last sixty years
Not only meadows
Mostly mountains
And I am almost tired & frustrated.
One hazy night I turned around
And spoke to my friendly shadow;
He doesn't speak but I understood
What he wants to say?
'Master! I'll be with you until you reach the last mile post! '
'I know that you never betray me but I am really worried about you
in case of my absence where you go? '
to my friend premji premji in gratitude!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Inside That Dream...
last night i had vivid dreams
you and your mother were there
in vivid colors of purple
green and red
i was the white light through and
through
falling on the roof under the dark skies
and the rain
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Now Here So Vivid
Here so vivid,
Is the experience of life given.
So vivid too are those disparities.
To allow others,
The giving of an invitation...
To come and do,
Then to go as they please.
How vivid are the actions,
On others performed.
To take what they thieve...
And upon themselves adorn.
Enriching with an enhancement,
From the day they were born.
Here so vivid,
Are atrocities.
So atrocious in implementation...
An acceptance of it,
To gather lives to ruin...
As if in a playing of monopoly.
And the game inflicted does not go away.
It stays and commands to become obeyed.
With restrictions that exist,
Using religious beliefs...
As a means to control,
In the spreading of a wickedness...
To maim and defeat,
Those depicted as enemies.
Here so vivid,
Is the experience of life given.
So vivid too are those disparities.
To allow others,
The giving of an invitation...
To come and do,
Then to go as they please.
Using deception to promote misdeeds.
To witness those doing this...
Eventually,
Unravel from their own intricate...
Strategic complexities.
Now here so vivid,
Are those so unwise.
So vivid with a clarity...
Are those removed from their disguises.
To become recognized and themselves despised.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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