I often see through things right to the apparition itself.
quote by Grace Paley
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Apparition Despair
Apparition Despair
By: Adam M. Snow
My ghostly apparition doesth not be seen,
by thy child of my ghostly fiend.
But though the twinkle lights despair me;
my wake be that of a lore of me.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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Jungle Apparition
At first, the tiger merely strolls
The jungle paths he knows,
As if he has no plans, no goals,
Till inner hunger grows...
It's then another hunt begins,
It's then he's most alert,
It's then his instincts must convince
That now's the time to hurt...
He stalks new prey, perchance to live,
As carnivores before,
He seeks to steal and not to give,
As if it were a chore...
Yet Nature chooses what must be,
For lions, tigers, bears...
And each must serve his destiny,
His dreams and his nightmares...
He's a ghostly apparition,
His colours help him blur...
He won't find an intermission,
Till things were as they were...
With tricks like these, the tiger strolls,
The jungle paths he knows,
Yet now with plans, yet now with goals,
As inner hunger grows...
Denis Martindale, copyright, July 2010.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Jungle Apparition'.
More Stephen Gayford poems here:
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poem by Denis Martindale
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In A Station Of The Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
poem by Ezra Pound
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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A gracious silhouette on the path of light
A gracious silhouette on the path of light
She was a phantom of delight
when she first gleamed upon my sight
A lovely apparition, upon the earth, sent
to be the world's ornaments
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair
Like the golden dusk her glided hair
But all things else about her said or drawn
are as the joy of emerged from dawn
A dancing spirit, a wanton shape, an image glee and gay
to haunt, to startle and beguile as a piercing ray
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To... (Kern)
I still recall the wondrous moment
When you appeared before my eyes,
Just like a fleeting apparition,
Just like pure beauty's distillation.
When'er I languished in the throes of hopeless grief
Amid the troubles of life's vanity,
Your sweet voice lingered on in me,
Your dear face came to me in dreams.
Years passed. The raging, gusty storms
Dispersed my former reveries,
And I forgot your tender voice,
Your features so divine.
In exile, in confinement's gloom,
My uneventful days wore on,
Bereft of awe and inspiration
Bereft of tears, of life, of love.
My soul awakened once again:
And once again you came to me,
Just like a fleeting apparition
Just like pure beauty's distillation.
My heart again resounds in rapture,
Within it once again arise
Feelings of awe and inspiration,
Of life itself, of tears, and love.
poem by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
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She was a phantom of delight When first she gleam'd upon my sight A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament.
quote by William Wordsworth
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In a Station of the Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
poem by Ezra Pound from Poetry: A Magazine of Verse (1913)
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Half Hoping To Slumber Only With The Sea
I spoke of pretty little things,
of moon spun silk,
recollections of kissing her soft neck-
but only to shroud my honesty,
my greatest fear-
better left a memory,
scribbled on these dirty scraps,
I can remain deep in her heart-
evoked only when she feels,
so alone-
this ghostly apparition,
she will hold closer than I could have ever hoped,
to be-
locked in her arms,
I smile just remembering,
how I would lay wide awake,
all night-
just to be the one she called,
when she couldn't sleep-
so softly, my love,
sweet dreams-
poem by Wes Thompson
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One Love
Any time you want me
Any time at all
Any time you need me
All you gotta do is call
Any time you want me
Any time at all
Any time you need me
All you gotta do is call
Im no dog Im a dolphin
I just dont live in the sea
You feel my flow and you flood my brain
Show me your vision your wild apparition
And sink to the depths of your soul
One love we dont need another love
One love one heart and one soul
We can have it all
Easy peasy
Any time you want me
Any time at all
Any time you need me
All you gotta do is call
You put me one step clear of the chain gang
And two miles over the line
All the scenes I saw left me wanting more
Show me a vision you wild apparition
And sink to the depths of your soul
One love we dont need another love
One love one heart and one soul
Your fruits in season
And these feet fall surely sound
And what goes up must come down
Turns into dust or turns into stone
song performed by by Stone Roses
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Fog Comes....
I ask my life,
Why time hangs time,
And always plays with me?
When innocence
Falls on dust and
The doubt presses tightly.
I can't find path;
Tired feet stop,
My eyes are teary;
The mist of mind
Wants to focus,
On something much spooky.
The things haunt me,
As evil ghost;
Not soothing but smarmy.
Apparition,
Comes everyday,
Pushes my house doorbell.
When I get out,
I find no one.
The strong wind blows in vale.
'Hey who are you
Are you my friend?
I want to hear your tale'
Ask I all these,
Get no reply
Fog comes with sudden gale!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Surroundings-13
Apparition
Screechings
Anklet sounds, ghost
Sleepless midnights fear struck
Knowing heart only chirping crickets
Morn sleeps
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Visible / Invisible
Look, I am visible
You are invisible
You are fixed
I am movable.
You are permanent
I am temporary
You are everywhere
I am nowhere.
I am a ghost
I am an apparition
You are attained
You have no motion.
You are you
I am I
You are for all
I am for myself.
You have love
You love all
I am here
To fall.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Arctic Apparition
The white wolf waited wilfully
With what would pass for guile,
So long it seemed eternity
I looked at his profile...
Yet in my quest to photograph
This untamed creature there,
He hardly moved along the path
And seemed content to stare...
Until his prey was seen or heard,
He breathed in and breathed out,
As if a statue, never stirred,
To leave me full of doubt...
But finally, he heard a sound
And like a ghost he flew,
As up he sprang, one single bound,
The hunter through and through...
My camera clicked as he streaked by,
Like lightning left-to-right,
An apparition leaping high
And such an awesome sight...
I have his pictures to this day,
Still mounted on the wall...
'The white wolf hunting for his prey! '
What memories I recall...
Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2012.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Arctic Apparition'.
More Stephen Gayford poems here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com
I found the picture on the Osborne-Allen website:
osborne-allen-dot-co-uk
Search for Stephen Gayford prints.
poem by Denis Martindale
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Still Quick With Wishes
I do not desire to be an apparition,
Of a faded youth.
I do want to feel healthy...
And continue that as my pursuit.
Feeling a bit of a hypocrite...
As I smoke cigarettes.
Exercise and watch my diet.
I know it makes no sense...
To display a physical and mental confidence.
And be addicted to nicotine.
A habit seen and not hidden to be kept secret.
And in my youth,
The cherry blossoms weren't the only things,
To pop up fresh and out in Spring.
And reminscing it...
Has not done one thing to my addiction to cigarettes.
Or my interests in watching the bees,
Land to deflower and pollenate!
Without a hint of a follow up puff.
And I am still quick with wishes to do it!
Now with less vigor.
But with a lot of bluff!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Apparition
Ashley Greene, Sebastian Stan, Tom Felton, Julianna Guill, Luke Pasqualino, Rick Gomez, Suzanne Ford, Anna Clark, Meena Serendib
by Todd Lincoln from The Apparition (2012)
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I Came Home At Last
'It's me it's Terry I came home at last'
is a Wuthering Heights reference
declaration I am off roaming wild moors
to landscape tempest fight
as much as a spectre apparition can
in a storm of decades thoughts
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Things Are Getting Better
Well I worked for a week and I got no pay.
(things getting better.)
Well my babys coming back home to stay
(things getting better.)
Well shes coming back home, but I havent got a dime
(things getting better.)
But Ive got my love to keep me fine[? ].
(things getting better.)
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Well since my babys been away,
(things getting better.)
Well things got worse from day to day.
(things getting better.)
Well now my babys come back to me.
(things getting better.)
Yeah, itll get better, wait and see.
(things getting better.)
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Well I pawned my watch and I sold my car.
(things getting better.)
The money Ive got wouldnt get me far.
(things getting better.)
But I dont mind now that youve packed.
(things getting better.)
Its a fact, that
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
song performed by by Kinks
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Pensive And Faltering
PENSIVE and faltering,
The words, the dead, I write;
For living are the Dead;
(Haply the only living, only real,
And I the apparition--I the spectre.)
poem by Walt Whitman
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My Beautiful Nightmare
Was it all a dream?
Was it one of those misty fairytales rolling around in the chasm in my mind?
Was it really a dream for it felt so real?
Memories are now dwindling to mist as time marches onward
Images wither to a cloudy haze of gray and blue for things I once knew
No longer sure of the past or present for time marches on fast
I still dream of things that were but not sure of its clarity anymore
Things that were, not so long ago, are now shadows of their former glory
I sit, I wait, and I anticipate you calling to hear silence in the background
Are you really real or are you a figment of my imagination still?
So peaceful I slumber in a dream of you and me so sweet
We walk and talk like we use to do on those simmering days of seasons low
We stop for gelatos and I always ask for the extra size ones
I knew they didn’t have it, but I enjoy frolicking with the females at the counter
It seemed so real that each moment I never wanted to wake from
You holding me close as we walked hand in hand across the land of smiles
I so proud having you on my arm and you, well, I am not so sure any more
Knowing such enchantments and joy filled my heart with excitement
Rarely I have ever felt before such warmth in that moment past
All the worries of the world wanes to not even a single thought
So nice it was then and could have never been otherwise perfect
Are you a dream or just an apparition of a distant memory of lost shadows?
Could it all have been just in my subconscious mind for things I am longing to find?
Is the thought too wonderful to be real?
If you are a dream, then you are a beautiful nightmare
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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An Apparition
Under the canopy of trees
Spots of sunlight
Figures cuddling like bees
A surrealistic sight!
An apparition like reality enacting a mime
As if they would be there and not move with time
I have been through it like forever
Holding onto it, scared to lose it ever
This winter morning I’m part of their game
Happy to be there frozen in the frame!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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