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I Cast No Shadow

Sun is high I cast no shadow
for few brief moments I am pure.
My soul enters Eden's meadow
where once stood my progenitor.
A sinless psyche reveling
in a pre-transgression garden
thoroughly chaste is my being.
But now a penumbra widens
and a darkness within me grows
my pure essence is repossessed
replaced with subjective sorrow;
spiritualness dispossessed
by a shadow of damnation
and light my only salvation.

poem by Albert Ahearn
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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

poem by Nyein Way
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Shadow Me

Shadow me oh my
Dark emotion.
Shadow me all the way!

Shadow me to rock
In cradle heart,
To sway and just to sway!

Shadow me as a
Shady love tree,
In my hot, scorching day!

Shadow me must in,
Middle of night,
Like a gleaming pure ray!

Shadow me, shadow,
My foggy love,
Shadow wild me to tame.

Shadow to follow
My every step,
Shadow me in each poem!

poem by Nilakshi Das
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Fantasy...

A tree and its shadow
And a dreamy meadow
Waiting for someone....

The Shadow asks ' how is she doing? '
Tree whispers ' shhh! sleeping'
'oops! sorry' says shadow and waits
waiting...they are for the flower that sleeps
on a thin green brunch of the tree
The tree, now drowsy, as sun
Readies itself to set, for the night
and the little shadow? it grows unwatched
With the dimming light

The Tree sleeps,
The meadow sleeps
Huts sleep
and the man inside it
Is in slumber too
Tiny little shadow grows into night
Embraces life with darkness punctured with lights

Dawn Awakes
Sun rays come running back to the tree
Tree asks 'my shadow? where IS he? '
the Tallest palm tree, sky abreast
says 'i think I saw him running northwest! '

The Shadow creeps in and stands upon a pebble
Says ' i wana see...i wana see! ' with boyish charm

Then The flower finally falls
Into shadow's lap
'shh! she's still taking a nap! '
says tree to his friend

Wind blows, it wants to play with her
The sleeping beauty, The flower
'Look! Look! ...she's smiling!
She's happy! she must be dreaming! '
The shadow hushes, excited!

A girl comes out of the hut...
Takes the flower, the sweet, from Shadows lap
What will you do with her, little girl?
She's taking a nap! '

'I'll play with it', the little girl says
The Shadow starts crying
The tree wishpers...
' dont cry dear...let it be...
Tommorrow morning You'll see
Our flower is back with us
On your lap she's lying!

Night comes again
Tree and its shadow sleeps
with Dreamy smiles on their lips

Dawn brings light to the tree and shadow
They wake up and see
Adorned with Dew drops like some rare gems
Their Sweet little flower is back with them!

poem by Saurabh Som
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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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Stagger Mountain Tragedy

I was born on stagger mountain in the sunshine and the snow
And leavin was the first mistake I made;
But I hungered for the shadows in the valley down below
And the girl that danced the tune the devil played.
Her smile was like the blindin light of sunshine on the snow
And the flashin of her hair was black as sin.
And her body set the smokes of hell a-boilin in my skull
When the fiddle of the devil made her spin.
Morning sunshine [sunshine] high on the mountain,
Where the air is pure and cold;
But theres darkness in the shadows
In the canyons of my soul.
The lantern cast a shadow like a demon on the wall
And the naked sweat was breathin on her skin;
Then the room was spinning closer as her clothes began to fall
And the eagle started screamin in my brain;
Then I saw the laughin dagger and I heard the devil scream
And her bleeding heart was beating in my hand.
Then the darkness blew away and I was standin by a tree
With a hanging rope a-danglin from a limb.
Morning sunshine [sunshine] high on the mountain,
Where the air is pure and cold;
But theres darkness in the shadows
In the canyons of my soul.

song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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Winter Solstice: The Return of the Light and the Redemption of Darkness

Darkness follows light as light the darkness
the stunned sun halts mid-dance
Shiva Nataraj
motionless
balancing lightly the luminous and tenebrous
exhorting us again to brave the redeeming depth of the shadow

Beyond the celebrated land of light
that seems so divinely uplifting
that dabbles in the windfall waters of virtue
and dallies in the Garden of Diversion...
we find the locus of the Shadow
that disquieting darkness
the vision that threatens to char the sockets of the eyes

We know the shadow by our avoidance
the nimble step,
the sideward glance
the drowsy daydream
the sidestepped fantasy
the impulse denied
or not

We know it by our accidents of speech
the slip of the tongue
the telltale blush
and the complaints of friends

We know it by our nightly dreams
that render such faithful and unswerving service to the shadow.

Go then
taking as your virtue
both courage and impeccability
swords against fear and pride

That from which we turn away grows stronger

poem by Joan Woodbridge
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Anonymous Plays: XVII

YE TOO, dim watchfires of some darkling hour,
Whose fame forlorn time saves not nor proclaims
For ever, but forgetfulness defames
And darkness and the shadow of death devour,
Lift up ye too your light, put forth your power,
Let the far twilight feel your soft small flames
And smile, albeit night name not even their names,
Ghost by ghost passing, flower blown down on flower:
That sweet-tongued shadow, like a star’s that passed
Singing, and light was from its darkness cast
To paint the face of Painting fair with praise:
And that wherein forefigured smiles the pure
Fraternal face of Wordsworth’s Elidure
Between two child-faced masks of merrier days

poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Shadow Of The Sun

Once upon a time
I was on a mind to lay your burden down
And leave you where you stood
You believed I could
Youd seen it done before
I could read your thoughts
And tell you what you saw
And never say a word
But now that is gone
Over with and done
And never to return
I can tell you why
People die alone
I can tell you why
The shadow on the sun
Staring at the loss
Looking for the cause
And never really sure
Nothing but a hole
To live without a soul
And nothing to be learned
I can tell you why
People go insane
I can show you how
You could do the same
I can tell you why
The end will never come
I can tell you on
The shadow on the sun
Shapes of every size
Move behind my eyes
Doors inside my head
Bolted from within
Every drop of flame
Lights a candle in
Memory of the one
Who lived inside my skin
I can tell you why
People go insane
I can show you how
You could do the same
I can tell you why
The end will never come
I can tell you on
The shadow on the sun
Shadow on the sun
Shadow on the sun
Shadow on the sun
Shadow on the sun
Shadow on the sun
Shadow on the sun
Shadow on the sun
Sun
Sun

song performed by by Audioslave
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From The Cantata For N. F. S. Grundtvig

His day was the greatest the Northland has seen,
It one was with the midnight-sun's wonders serene:
The light wherein he sat was the light of God's true peace,
And that has never morning, nor night when it must cease.

In light of God's peace shone the
history
he gave,
The spirit's course on earth that shall conquer the grave.
Might of God's pure peace thus our
fathers'
mighty way
Before us for example and warning open lay.

In light of God's peace he beheld with watchful eye
The people at their work and the spirit's strivings high.
In light of God's pure peace he would have all learning glow,
And where his word is honored the 'Folk-High-Schools' must grow.

In light of God's peace stood 'mid sorrow and care
For Denmark's folk his comfort, a castle strong and fair;
In light of God's pure peace there shall once again be won
And thousand-fold increased, what seems lost now and undone.

In light of God's peace stands his patriarch-worth,
The sum and the amen of a manful life on earth.
In light of God's pure peace how his face shone, lifted up,
When white-haired at the altar he held th' atoning cup.

In light of God's peace came his word o'er the wave,
In light of God's pure peace sound the sweet psalms he gave.
In light of God's pure peace, as its sunbeam curtains fall
To hide him from us, stands now his memory for all.

poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
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Inside The Cross of Iron Shadow

Inside The Cross of Iron Shadow
====================

Shape to Guide Aligned by Light
Formed of Cross Divide of Shadow
Light to Darken The Cross Within
The Dark Surround The Light With Out
Shape To Confine The Shadow Caste Of Iron Cross

Pieced Together The Puzzle Within
Immediate Light of Circumstantial

Fade to Black
Cross Fade to Light
The Sound Staged Within

Shadow Sounds Free of Night
Forged Of Iron Shadow

Holier Than Thou Be This Shadow Cross of Age
Cast of Moon Beam of Light to Burn
Outline of Cross Confines The Shadow Dark
Which Binds A Mind To Light

Fore There In No Way Exist
This One Without The Other Side of Good
As Day to Blackest Night of Evil
As Sun Give Rise to Dawn To Cast Away
The Nightmare Within A Mind Of Day and Shadow

Night of Day To Darkest Cross Beam of Light
To Light A Mind Eclipsed In Shadow
Forever In Light To Dark Shade of Gray Matter
Inside The Cross Of Iron Shadow.

poem by Ricardo Antunes
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Youth Renewed

When one who has wandered out of the way
Which leads to the hills of joy,
Whose heart has grown both cold and grey,
Though it be but the heart of a boy -
When such a one turns back his feet
From the valley of shadow and pain,
Is not the sunshine passing sweet,
When a man grows young again?

How gladly he mounts up the steep hillside,
With strength that is born anew,
And in his veins, like a full springtide,
The blood streams through and through.
And far above is the summit clear,
And his heart to be there is fain,
And all too slowly it comes more near
When a man grows young again.

He breathes the pure sweet mountain breath,
And it widens all his heart,
And life seems no more kin to death,
Nor death the better part.
And in tones that are strong and rich and deep
He sings a grand refrain,
For the soul has awakened from mortal sleep,
When a man grows young again.

poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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His Shadow

When I was young
the shadow he cast was long.
When I was afraid.
In his shadow I could be brave.

Walking together
watching his shadow by mine.
I yearned for the time
like his my shadow would be long.

As the fledgling finally
flies alone from the nest.
To step away from his shadow
my time came.

One day long after
my child at my side.
Two shadows I saw.
One long joined one small.

In my thoughts
I reflected to when
the longer shadow.
My father cast.

I realized
the time had come.
The father's shadow
now my shadow.

(04SEP97)

poem by Kurt Hearth
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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...

poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Standing Under Spotlight

I can be a shadow on anyone's wall.
But I can not do that,
Reflecting my own light.

I can cast a shadow at noon...
To have others believe,
I have energy to give I don't need.

But to leave to cast no shadow at all,
I am not yet prepared to do.
So...
If I am caught,
Standing under spotlight...
Bright with a smile toothy white,
You know the applause I am waiting for...
Is anticipated to come from you!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Of You

I walk alone most every night,
Beneath the stars that shine so bright,
Bright as the eyes of you.
And when the sky comes falling down,
And there is darkness all around, all around,
Ill be looking for you.
Lonely I look at the dream-flowing meadow
Wondring what I am to do.
Sun going down and the trees cast their shadow,
In the shadow and the mist, I remember the last kiss of you.
And when the sky wants more blue,
I get that old longing to, to be held in the arms of you.
(repeat)
To be held in the arms of you.

song performed by by Monkees
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Sing with me, 'I am Free!

wishing you to Sing with me,
This melody of heart,
Come dear, let us sing together,
Melody, that is beat of hearts Wishing you dear, be with me.
so intense is my longing
Every leaves, is the frame
Every flower, is your face,
Every bird sings your name
Every is sand partical
In desert said,
oasis is your smile,
In the jungle, you are nightingale.
Sing with me this song!
'When
Will one be at last retire from what......?
Into solitude alone, without knowing, who are companions that follow
like shadow
companions that are shadow of own!

companions, create shadow even in darkness!
without joy of getting rid of them,
and live even
without a single shade of sorrow, sorrow of ignorance, with only scared of seeing snake in a piece of rope, rope snake can't be seen either in brilliant blinding light,
or total darkness on death of eternal satan of nonexistent ego
What is sacred than Soul
What is sacred than pure mind,
certainty is dreamer is true,
Sure that all Labyrinth are in dream!
When in I find my desires were rags, without them I look pure,
desires are unwanted guests
only neglect them, if not the go away from your temple kill them by asking, who are you and why are you all here,
shall I
Ever retire contented with self
into the
mountains or Deserts?
Kill this desire of retirement with contentment and patience
When,
seeing that my body is merely a machine engaged in selfless work, sickness and crime, age
and
desire run any from you where they need to starve and not even having place to hide and liberate wake at your slip,
Will you be free of the thought of becoming free,
fearless,
desireless blissful
retirement comes to the mind bring eternal sleep to end,
You have to awake than retire!
You are that embracing pillar and screaming, 'Please, help me; and set me free!
O friend just take your hands and swing it free, no one had tied you to pillar!
Where to go forest or city and why?
When?
Now!
Where?
Here!
Why why why?
When you are always free
oh when? '
Now! now! now!

poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Beauty in Sorrow

Find beauty in sorrow. This is what I have painstakingly learned, and hope that it should never be forgotten. I have placed so much value in “happiness, ” and invested endlessly in it at a very high cost, but what I know now is that I have been grossly mistaken. Shifting gears to walk down a different road will be painful, and I will mourn the loss of the notions that have formerly brought me comfort. However, this change is none-the-less necessary, to live my life in light of my more matured definition of contentment. Pure happiness, as a conclusion to this chapter of my living, seems to me as an empty space would seem: sickeningly bland, with no shadow or contrast, like the taste of plain yogurt. I, therefore, have scrapped the idea of happiness as my ends, my ultimate goal, and replaced it with a new search, which, fantastically squashing happiness...is meaning.

poem by Kristy SenkoHall
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Sunny On the Other Side

Let not a rainy day,
cast a shadow upon your garden.

Let not your worries be over your head.
Let not others downfall be your upbringing.
Let not anger define your character.
Let not your garden be full of weeds.
Let not greed entangle like vines.
Let not life loose it's meaning.
Let not love be lost to lust.
Let not your passions fade away.
Let not your book have few pages.

Let your book become a novel, and in that novel, control the outcome.
Let rainy days inflict the greatest growth.
Let your garden become a jungle.

Keep your gate open to the seeds of life,
and inside those gates, dreams will bare the sweetest fruit.

Let only the sun,
cast a shadow upon your garden.

poem by Jacob Gifford
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Holding On To A Shadow

thoughts are like shadows
they are with you breifly
but then are gone when the light comes
only in the smallest light can you see a shadow
as you can see the tiniest thought

the light of a thought,
brings joy to those
who love the light
but when that thought dissapears
what are we left with?

a shadow.
holding on to a shadow
is so tempting yet difficult
for when that light fully fades away
darkness prevails

poem by Shelbie Bozeman
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