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So Early in the Morning the Great Things I Write

I’m sitting all alone in this solid night
in the yard behind my home watching the fire end its flight.
It’s quiet all around; the fire consumes my sight.
Now a great roaring sound is coming from the light.
The thought eats at my conscience as I always knew it might
because I’m starting to doubt if I can tell what’s wrong from what is right.
Why do I switch sides so often? Why this constant fight?
How come I’ll change in a heartbeat from black back into white?
I’ll chew and never swallow; too much off I bite.
Dreaming of escape. Flying like a kite.
But the homely ropes are bound so unbearably tight.
So I’ll wonder about my life and the fall after the height.

poem by D.M.L. Catseye
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The Missing Finger

You left us with ten fingers and,
Came back with nine fingers;
What really went wrong?
Fifteen years away from home,
We are yet to know what really went wrong;
Fifteen years away to make some money,
What really went wrong with your missing finger?
You made enough money and thought that,
You were richer than the President;
Today, you've returned home poorer than before!

There is time for everything,
A time to gain and a time to lose;
What really went wrong?
From a flight to your plight,
Who will help you now?
Fifteen years awayto make some money,
But today you can't even eat well at home;
From a flight to your plight,
Today you can't even sleep well at home;
Fifteen years away to make some money,
The very colours of the rainbow with a view;
You left us with ten fingers and,
Came back home with nine fingers;
What really went wrong?

From a flight to your plight,
Fifteen years away to make some money;
From the land of red, gold and green! !
From a flight to a plight,
It's all part of a lesson;
You are now at home at last.

The President was at the stadium but,
Where were you?
It is better to be humble than to boast.
Flight, sight, might, bright, tight, light;
You're poorer than fifteen years ago!
Bite, kite, height, fight, eight, plight;
You're poorer than fifteen years ago!
Quiet, rite, white, night, site, write;
You're poorer than fifteen years ago!
Today, the President is better off than you.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Light

Day and night
Is decided upon by light

Daylight is wondrous and bright
Darkness solely brings upon fright

Black and white
Is entirely lucid in light

The beauty of sight
Is valued broadest in light

Any form of fight
Must be done in light
Otherwise winning will be tight

In the absence of light
Hovering around will be our plight

We can't separate wrong from right
If we cannot see without the light

So light from the sun is fun
Essential for a battle to be won
As a fire ignites
Particles of dust reunite
The fiery orange light
Fends of the termites that bite

The candle or moonlight
Is always a special invite
Inspiring me to write
Spinning my imagination to great heights!

Light is good
Light is food
Light acts upon our moods
Light is a weapon
Light is a bundle of fun
Light of a lamp, of a candle or sun
I call for you to keep shining on!

Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Firefly the lullaby speak

sweet as honey comb,
foil in the clay of nuts shelter
in the cocoon of beetle chew, grind to
make it blow in the dust
of glow

standby dear heart,
fall to the ground leave something
for tomorrow, never
and find a pot that is to hot
to grow

make what life tenderly holds,
while touching everything that fold,
as it would not stop
the firefly light goes to fly in the
night sky lamb light it show
the crystallize sight will
just follow

oh! come little light in the wings
everybody’s flight now is the right time
as it goes in and out tight,
share your light in every wilderness
fight

lay down your wings of fire apart …..

poem by Antonio Liao
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In The Mood

Hes in the mood to touch the fire
Hes in the mood to touch everything you are
Jackys locked in a silent dream
Hes watching movies on the tv screen
He feels unsteady, lights a cigarette
Hes getting mellow in his cabinet
Oh, jacky, when everything goes wrong
Get ready, for youve got to be, youve got to be so strong
Its so supersensual, sentimental
Forget about your deepest fears
Switch back to the golden years
Youve got to touch the fire, wake up little boy
Youve got to play the fire
Jackys spying, is it her or not
His eyes are burning cause the brains too hot
He sitting calmly on his swivel chair
Theres something coming from the upper stairs
Now listen to me, jacky
You were always so lonesome in that quiet lonely house
High on a hill
Now come... come and meet me
You know where
And we take a nice and easy holiday
Back in the old, old days of happiness
Oh jacky....
Switch back to the golden years
Gold/1984

song performed by by Alphaville
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Fire and Light

Fire and light, fire and light
we were fire and light
before the world began
we shown like stars

now enclosed in flesh
like fireflies in jars
we forget we emit light
and a flame that consumes

Like the earth inside the core
or the lamps inside a room
we are like our Maker
fire and light, fire light,
a love that consumes the cold and night.

poem by J. E. Carpenter
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Same bright of the Sun

very day, Sun rises with same bright
With it's behave, It makes every one excite
you can say It is charming sight
With it's politeness, you become delight

It is the magic of the Sun keep strong and tight
When darkness changes into white
It is true that might is right
Than same white becomes night

Sun always argue for It's right
Keep ready Itself to fight
It takes always balance diet
You can touch It as a Kite

Sun always rides at It's hight
But gives the poor and the rich equel light
Regular and punctual is It's flight
keep itself calm and quiet

May 3,2008.

abdul razaq

poem by Abdul Razaq
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Finding

From the candles and dumb shadows,
And the house where love had died,
I stole to the vast moonlight
And the whispering life outside.
But I found no lips of comfort,
No home in the moon's light
(I, little and lone and frightened
In the unfriendly night),
And no meaning in the voices. . . .
Far over the lands and through
The dark, beyond the ocean,
I willed to think of you!
For I knew, had you been with me
I'd have known the words of night,
Found peace of heart, gone gladly
In comfort of that light.

Oh! the wind with soft beguiling
Would have stolen my thought away;
And the night, subtly smiling,
Came by the silver way;
And the moon came down and danced to me,
And her robe was white and flying;
And trees bent their heads to me
Mysteriously crying;
And dead voices wept around me;
And dead soft fingers thrilled;
And the little gods whispered. . . .
But ever
Desperately I willed;
Till all grew soft and far
And silent . . .
And suddenly
I found you white and radiant,
Sleeping quietly,
Far out through the tides of darkness.
And I there in that great light
Was alone no more, nor fearful;
For there, in the homely night,
Was no thought else that mattered,
And nothing else was true,
But the white fire of moonlight,
And a white dream of you.

poem by Rupert Brooke (1909)
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Kite Song

I flew a kite, I held on tight to its string.
Each time I go anywhere, I held on tight.
In the middle of the night I woke up in fright,
Thinking maybe in my dream I let go of my kite.
When I was in a restaurant, talking to my friends,
Watching their mouths move faster and faster.
I thought of the kite that was flying in the sky
And made sure that my hand was holding the string.
That was a long time ago,
Many skies went by since then.
Now my hands stopped holding anything
And Ive learnt to take a walk instead.
Then one day in the evening light,
I saw something strange shining bright.
The sky was dark, with swarms of larks,
And in the midst of it all, yes, it was my kite.
How did the kite get there, Ill never know,
Floating away among the clouds to where nobody knows.
I held my gun with both my hands,
Slowly aiming at the shining dot.
The shot went off, the dot blew off,
Since then Ive never seen the kite again.

song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Watching Me Fall

I've been watching me fall for it seems like years
Watching me grow small, i watch me disappear
Slipping out my ordinary world, out my ordinary eyes
Yeah slipping out the ordinary me into someone else's life
Into someone else's life...
There's a thin white cold new moon and the snow is coming down
And the neon bright tokyo lights flicker through the crowd
I've been drifting around for hours and i'm lost and i'm tired
When a whisper in my ear insatiable breathes
"why don't you follow me inside?..."
Yeah the room is small, the room is bright
Her hair is black, the bed is white
And the night is always young
Is always young... always young
The night is always young...
Yeah i've been seeing them strip to the bone in the mirror on the wall
Seeing her swallow him whole like it's not me at all
She holds out her hands and i follow her down to my knees
And the sucking inside insatiable smiles
"you will forget yourself in me..."
Yeah the room is small, the room is bright
Her eyes are black, the bed is white
And the night is always young
And the night goes on and on
And the night is always young
And the night is never over and over and over and over and over...
And this it's gone
And this it's gone
Yeah then it's gone
Yeah it's a cruel mean cold new day and outside the snow is still coming down
And in the blood red tokyo bed i watch me coming round
She pulled him down for hours
Deeper than i've ever been
And as i fall in the mirror on the wall
I'm watching me scream
I'm watching me scream
I'm watching me scream
I'm watching me scream
Yeah i've been watching me go for it must be years
Watching me get slow, i watch me disappear
And one day, yeah i know, i won't come back at all...
And always over and over in his ordinary eyes
I'm watching me fall
I'm watching me fall
I'm watching me fall
I'm watching me fall

song performed by by Cure
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I'm A Small And Lonely Light

The stairs are dark and silent
The morning cold and gray
A last look at the things I knew
And slowly turn away
And as I watch the scenery unwind
My childhood slips a hundred miles behind
Leave the bus in Houston
Walk around the town
But all the strange, unfriendly faces
Seem to get me down
And in the park where little children play
I sit and watch the dying of the day
I'm a small and lonely light
A bird that's lost in flight
And it's too late at night to go home
I'm a tall and weary kite
A face that's out of sight
And it's too late at night to go home
Always had the good life
Never felt unsure
But now the good life's not enough
There must be something more
And so I sit and shiver in the dawn
And watch the world and wait to be reborn
I'm a small and lonely light
A bird that's lost in flight
And it's too late at night to go home
I'm a tall and weary kite
A face that's out of sight
And it's too late at night to go home
Too late at night to go home
But I've talked too long my friend

song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Run By Night

Im on the whiskey flying, and Ill run by night
Im on the whiskey running, and Ill run by night
Im on the winter cycle, shut my eyes to the bite
Im on the winter cycle, shake my fist at the bite
Im on the whiskey flying, and Ill run by night
Im on the phone to summer, so Ill see you on the flight
My friends are at a party, playing games with the light
I hate to say Im wrong, I just know Im right
We all run by night
Im on the whiskey flying, and Ill run by night
Im on the glaze a burning, and it burns in the light
Im on a turning circle, turn my face from the bite
Im on a turning circle, hear me screaming at the bite
Im on the edge of danger, and Ill run by night
Im on the phone to summer, so i;ll see you on the flight
My friends are at a party, playing games with the light
I hate to say Im wrong, I just know Im right
We all run by night
(moginie/hirst/rotsey)

song performed by by Midnight Oil
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The Fire

I'm gonna say it like I mean it,
We've let this go on to long.
You know I'm starting to believe it
That all together we could be strong
I won't name who's to blame for the misery and pain
it's a shame all the same that we
lay down and play their game.
You've got it wrong,
it's not alright
We've got the fire, but does it mean anything
We've got the fire tonight.
We wanna fight but will that change anything?
Will it make it alright?
I know it's vague but I'll say it
There's something wrong everywhere
And you're ashamed to admit it
But if it's not then you don't care
Well they will put you away
for the things that you say
And you're not buying in,
but their still gonna make you pay
You've got it wrong,
it's not alright
We've got the fire, but does it mean anything
We've got the fire tonight
We wanna fight but will it change anything?
Will that make it alright?

song performed by by Reel Big Fish
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Im A Small & Lonely Light

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The stairs are dark and silent
The morning cold and gray
A last look at the things I knew
And slowly turn away
And as I watch the scenery unwind
My childhood slips a hundred miles behind
Leave the bus in houston
Walk around the town
But all the strange, unfriendly faces
Seem to get me down
And in the park where little children play
I sit and watch the dying of the day
Im a small and lonely light
A bird thats lost in flight
And its too late at night to go home
Im a tall and weary kite
A face thats out of sight
And its too late at night to go home
Always had the good life
Never felt unsure
But now the good lifes not enough
There must be something more
And so I sit and shiver in the dawn
And watch the world and wait to be reborn
Im a small and lonely light
A bird thats lost in flight
And its too late at night to go home
Im a tall and weary kite
A face thats out of sight
And its too late at night to go home
Too late at night to go home
But Ive talked too long my friend

song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Dark Fire

Fire, dark and burning bright
Bright as day, yet, gives no light
In the shadows of the night
Take away immortal sight
Blind soul eyes with black twilight
Banish day and burn the night
Remove sin from Heavens sight
Fire, twist and taint the once pure light
Heaven fought against your might
In the end, He lost the fight
Pure souls surrender to the evil light
As shadows move to reign the night
Angel's wings flutter in fearful flight
In the shadow of your light
Fire, sweet and sin filled bane
Make the devil go insane
As you burn his skin with acid rain
His screams are songs wrought in pain
His wake of Hell’s dark fire wanes
Death and pain are what he gains
Shadows of the devil’s bane
Wash away his sin with His holy name
Fire of the dragon’s heart
Don’t let us tear the world apart

poem by Amanda Swain
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Love Like Fire

Well I met her downtown
I think wed spoken
I think wed spoken once before
The sound was loud
I said yeah, I said yeah give me more
And something deep inside
Started engines of desire
And yknow there aint a chance
Of stopping love, love like fire
Love like fire
She was great so great to be with
I felt so good when she was there
My time was coming at me
And I swore Id never care
And I thought there aint nothing else
All the poets here are liars
When youre chasing something real
You get burnt by love like fire
Love like fire
I thought she likes the rest
And I know Im in control
I can take it or I can leave it
You can forget that lovers role
The world you thought you knew
Gets strangled by the wire
And you crash while running blind
Destroyed by love, love like fire
Love like fire
Love like fire

song performed by by Billy Idol
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Kite Fight

Kite to kite
Fly the sky...
Suddenly
Kite to kite
Fight the sky...

One kite cut
Another kite...
with out nife...
One kite flying
Another kite...

Pass away to fly...
Not for kite
Life also same...!

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Coming Home

It's a long and lonely highway.
When you're traveling all alone.
I was on my way to nowhere.
But now i'm coming home.
I'm coming home.
I've been running through the fire.
I've been running for so long.
If i took it any higher.
Baby i would be still be gone.
But now i'm coming home, coming home.i'm coming home.
Coming home, coming home, i'm coming home.
Well my home was really never.
On a far and distant shore.
If i stayed away forever.
I could never miss you more.
And so i'm coming home,coming home.i'm coming home.
Coming home,coming home,i'm coming home.
I think of all these years gone by.
Never even wondered why.
I never touched the ground.
All the time that's come and gone.
All the nights i've been alone.
And now i'm homeward bound.
I heard the thunder over canaan.
And i've heard the angels cry.
And their voices came revealing
"as you live,so will you die."
I'm coming home,coming home,i'm coming home.
I'm coming home,coming home,i'm coming home.
Coming home, coming home, i'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home, coming home, coming home...

song performed by by Roy Orbison
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That Christmas Night

when three wise men came all to town
to a new born king they offered crown
the manger was the star they sight
and they followed well till there
thus it was that christmas night

sabina thought us some xmas song
ode and co all sang it so wrong
just a few we knew did it right
all we then knew was fun to have
thus it was that christmas night

santa came to zodiac stayed for long
that even Dan too had to come along
babies to their mothers held on tight
so the end of it was gift to home
thus it was that christmas night

we three kings the carols read
as it lingers on children feeds
a wine gulp and a chicken bite
was all it was for grownups then
thus it was that christmas night

mummy's choice again was wise
as i wore those shoes as twice
and those jeans without a fight
the best she had the best she gave
thus it was that christmas night

poem by Ray Anyasi
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Insatiable Desire

Oh, Lord, My moon, see my plight,
The whole day, the sun I fight,
And my petals I keep closed tight
For you, over the horizon right,
To rise in the starry night,
And kiss me with your cool light.

Oh, Lord, My moon, I now sight
Your luminous mien, so coolly bright,
My coyness with your touch is in flight—
I unfold myself with no fright,
In ecstasy, I dance with all my might
From the shimmering waters of the bight.

Oh, Lord, My moon, I now sight,
The happiness you bestow from infinite height,
The distance that parts us is the day-light,
I wish, I could soar past the kite in delight,
To touch your feet in reverence spright.
But alas! I droop down with incurable blight!

poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Homeward

Behind a trench in Flanders the sun was dropping low,
With tramp, and creak and jingle I heard the gun-teams go;
And something seemed to 'mind me, a-dreaming as I lay,
Of my own old Hampshire village at the quiet end of day.

Brown thatch and gardens blooming with lily and with rose,
And the cool shining river so pleasant where he flows,
White fields of oats and barley, and elderflower like foam,
And the sky gold with sunset, and the horses going home!

(
Home, lad, home, all among the corn and clover!
Home, lad, home when the time for work is over!
Oh there's rest for horse and man when the longest day is done
And they go home together at setting of the sun!
)

Old Captain, Prince and Blossom, I see them all so plain,
With tasseled ear-caps nodding along the leafy lane,
There's a bird somewhere calling, and the swallow flying low,
And the lads sitting sideways, and singing as they go.

Well gone is many a lad now, and many a horse gone too,
Off all those lads and horses in those old fields I knew;
There's Dick that died at Cuinchy and Prince beside the guns
On the red road of glory, a mile or two from Mons!

Dead lads and shadowy horses - I see them just the same,
I see them and I know them, and name them each by name,
Going down to shining waters when all the West's a-glow,
And the lads sitting sideways and singing as they go.

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Home, lad, home . . . with the sunset on their faces!
Home, lad, home . . . to those quiet happy places!
There's rest for horse and man when the hardest fight is done,
And they go home together at setting of the sun!
)

poem by Cicely Fox Smith
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