The Miracle of the Sun at Fatima, Portugal, Oct 13th,1917
The sun stood still in the horizon clear,
And looked as bright as one, they all had seen;
But they could look at it without fear,
Sans blinking, delighted by its sheen.
This lasted but a moment, then!
And as the multitude gazed
The sun began to dance
And whirled rapidly and dazed
Like a giant fire-wheel!
After sometime, it stopped.
It rotated again with speed
Increasingly, making the on-lookers dizzy;
And from its crimson rim arose
Blood-red streamers of flame in sky
That touched all things on earth
In a colourful bright spectrum.
Three times, the sun gyrated thus;
The fiery orb trembled with rage;
It shuddered, hurtled suddenly,
In zig-zag way, towards the crowd!
Terrified, the multitude
Uttered a fearful cry
In unison, and fell
Upon their knees!
All felt the doomsday had arrived!
The air was warmer than ever
And threatened to enflame all things
Upon the earth, it touched!
Fatima was a heaven’s sign
Of Apocalypse – the end of times!
Some kind of a God’s design
To tell the world of Christ’s
Second coming was to begin!
The Lady who wore the sun as garb
Was Our Lady of Fatima,
Looking brighter than sun’s orb!
The miracle was to warn the world
Of men to lives amend!
poem by John Celes
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Marianne's Dream
1.
A pale Dream came to a Lady fair,
And said, A boon, a boon, I pray!
I know the secrets of the air,
And things are lost in the glare of day,
Which I can make the sleeping see,
If they will put their trust in me.
2.
And thou shalt know of things unknown,
If thou wilt let me rest between
The veiny lids, whose fringe is thrown
Over thine eyes so dark and sheen:
And half in hope, and half in fright,
The Lady closed her eyes so bright.
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Tumultuously across her sleep,
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All ghastly-visaged clouds did sweep;
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If the golden sun shone forth on high.
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And as towards the east she turned,
She saw aloft in the morning air,
Which now with hues of sunrise burned,
A great black Anchor rising there;
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It hung before her in the skies.
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The sky was blue as the summer sea,
The depths were cloudless overhead,
The air was calm as it could be,
There was no sight or sound of dread,
But that black Anchor floating still
Over the piny eastern hill.
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The Lady grew sick with a weight of fear
To see that Anchor ever hanging,
And veiled her eyes; she then did hear
The sound as of a dim low clanging,
And looked abroad if she might know
Was it aught else, or but the flow
Of the blood in her own veins, to and fro.
7.
There was a mist in the sunless air,
Which shook as it were with an earthquake’s shock,
But the very weeds that blossomed there
Were moveless, and each mighty rock
Stood on its basis steadfastly;
The Anchor was seen no more on high.
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In lines of cloud at intervals,
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Would ne’er have hung her dizzy nest,
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Sculptured and wrought so gorgeously,
Where human art could never be.
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And giant fanes, dome over dome
Piled, and triumphant gates, all bright
With workmanship, which could not come
From touch of mortal instrument,
Shot o’er the vales, or lustre lent
From its own shapes magnificent.
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But still the Lady heard that clang
Filling the wide air far away;
And still the mist whose light did hang
Among the mountains shook alway,
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As the thistle-beard on a whirlwind sails—
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The eddy whirled her round and round
Before a gorgeous gate, which stood
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Of forms most beautiful and strange,
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Of winged shapes, whose legions range
Throughout the sleep of those that are,
Like this same Lady, good and fair.
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And as she looked, still lovelier grew
Those marble forms;—the sculptor sure
Was a strong spirit, and the hue
Of his own mind did there endure
After the touch, whose power had braided
Such grace, was in some sad change faded.
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She looked, the flames were dim, the flood
Grew tranquil as a woodland river
Winding through hills in solitude;
Those marble shapes then seemed to quiver,
And their fair limbs to float in motion,
Like weeds unfolding in the ocean.
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And their lips moved; one seemed to speak,
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The statues gave a joyous scream,
And on its wings the pale thin Dream
Lifted the Lady from the stream.
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The dizzy flight of that phantom pale
Waked the fair Lady from her sleep,
And she arose, while from the veil
Of her dark eyes the Dream did creep,
And she walked about as one who knew
That sleep has sights as clear and true
As any waking eyes can view.
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Never Wore A Gun Before
Never wore a gun before
A plane in the fog, oh wait those are clouds Im talking about
The suitcase in my hand and the way I have to walk
Those are empty smiles, empty eyes Im looking in
Times are over when it was difficult to say
It took some time but I know its just right now
So just a little word about whats really going on
If you want to take that as my way
To say goodbye to you as these red nights must go on
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I was strong and I was weak
Was not the girl I tried to be
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I never wore a gun before
I never wore a gun before
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Bridges (For Fatima)
I meandered in a leonine grace
Supercilious with ambiguity
That terrorizes the smoldering scripts
Of the poetry that ferries me
And there you were on the other end
With a flair of a snake charmer
Or the hobbling of a belly dancer
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Of reticent finagling
Now, you've touched
My regal delusions.
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Dear Fatima, you are a topaz
In a chalcedony of coals
And that is all
That you are.
That was all
That you were.
A topaz dazing
My vision.
When the bridges halted
From craning to the creeks
And left an elegiac crooning
In the Levanter Wind
One last apology.
I'd burn our bridge, Dear Fatima
For you are a gilded rose
That has to be plucked
From the heraldry
Of inadequacies
And I had become
One of your thorns.
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Predictors of Doom
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With many hearts filled with fear, about a future that’s not so clear.
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If soon we’ll be at the end of life, why don’t they point men to Christ?
The changes that these men see, won’t hinder The God of Eternity,
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Our God shall make all things new, without any help from me or you.
Making a new Heaven and earth, replacing doom with a joyful mirth.
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and helped you walk my beautiful son.
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We ran, your favorite thing to do.
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as you climbed on my lap and smiled at me.
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as the ocean touched our toes at the shore.
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and I knew that we had crossed a line.
I looked at you and released your hand
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and now that my hand is old I've found
you take my hand and help me walk
and as you do we intimately talk.
And it takes me back to that bright early morn
when I held your hand so chubby and warm.
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Fare thee well my bright star
I watched your taillights blaze into nothingness
But you were long gone before I ever got to you
Before you blazed past this address
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But never know what it feels like to never love
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But you could only feed upon the things which feed a fire
Waiting to see if I would burn
Fare thee well my bright star
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That which I looked up to and I clung to for dear life
Had to burn itself up just to make itself alive
And I caught you then in your moment of glory
Your last dramatic scene against a night sky stage
With a moment so clear that its as if youre still before me
My once in a lifetime star of an age
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Last night the tongues of fire circled me around
And this strange season of pain will come to pass
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A World Of Our Own
(words & music by giant - baum - kaye )
You kiss me darling, a miracle starts
A magic feeling, comes into our hearts
The spell of love began, when were alone
And were in, a world of our own
You say you want me, and music I hear
Touch me my darling, and clouds disappear
The sky is bright above, and cares have flown
And were in, a world of our own
Holding you close, is heaven
Only I know, what its worth
Knowing youre mine, forever
Is the greatest wonder on earth
Nothing can change it, the magics begun
When were together, our hearts become one
I find a happiness, Ive never known
When were in, a world of our own
When were in...a world of our own...
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Fanciful Dream
I left my love in the Fairy Glen
Home of the litte fairy men
I met her there on a July night
When a Summer moon was beaming bright.
For my love was the Fairy Queen
In Fairyland she reign supreme
She wore a glittering diamond cloak
Queen of the little fairy folk.
Though the night was bright it was bright as day
In a wooded vale I lost my way
Then I sat me down by a tall oak tree
And the Fairy Queen she came to me.
I gazed upon this fairy small
She stood scarcely more than two foot tall
Tiny shoes covered her tiny feet
And she bowed towards me in a fairy greet
Her pretty little face showed no trace of woe
And her hair was white as new fallen snow
And her eyes were sparkling bright and brown
And on her head she wore a tiny crown.
Then she smiled at me and this did say
You're in Fairyland you have lost your way
Sorry to disturb you from your rest
Come along with me and be my guest.
Then she led me to the fairy ball
To a fairy dance in a fairy hall
All the fairy folk were dancing there
And fairy music filled the air.
But when we stepped inside the fairy dance hall door
A hushed silence fell across the floor
Fairy men and women scarce one third my size
All looked up at me with fear in their eyes.
But their Queen she spoke to them and said
Of this gentle giant you need hold no dread
I met him in the oak tree shade
Into Fairyland he has somehow strayed.
Then the fairy band started playing anew
And the fairy folk started dancing too
Round and round the dance floor they did wheel
To the haunting sound of a fairy reel.
I have never seen people quite so gay
As these little fairies in their bright array
These happy folk did laugh and sing
As they danced around in a fairy ring.
Then I left the ball with the Fairy Queen
And we strolled the banks of a moonlit stream
I stooped to kiss her but she was gone
And by the moonlit stream I stood alone.
The alarm clock rang and I awoke
And my spell of fantasy was broke
I awoke to a World of reality
From a Fairyland of fantasy.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Sign Of The Times
When the word is out from the other side
She turns around
Cause day and night shes waited patiently
Now a diferent kind of world out there
Is to be found
Its over now for everyone to see
This is the way its meant to be
Its the way that we make things right
Its the way that we hold on tight
I know, its the sign of the times
Its the way that we make things turn
Its the way that we live and learn
I know, its the sign of the times
It wakes him up, he turns around
And now hes gone
Hes been waitin for this moment desperately
Now the time is right, hes turnin back
Hes going home
Yeah its over now for everyone to see
This is the way its meant to be
Its the way that we make things right
Its the way that we hold on tight
I know, its the sign of the times
Its the way that we make things turn
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I know, its the sign of the times
And every time its on my mind
I feel so insecure it worries me
To end up here alone
But everytime I realize I need her more and more
Id never make it on my own
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Wonderful World
(d. fletcher / m. flett)
This is a wonderful day
Its as bright as a days ever been
There is a big yellow sun looking down
On a wonderful scene
Up in the blue sky birds fly
And sing our cares away
And out of each throat each note
Greets a wonderful day
There is the sound of a symphony
Carried along on the breeze
Even the flowers are swaying in time
With the leaves on the trees
Heaven is found right here on the earth
It surrounds us in the wonderful things all around
In this wonderful wonderful
Wonderful wonderful world
This is a wonderful day
Its as bright as a days ever been
There is a big yellow sun looking down
On a wonderful scene
Heaven is found right here on the earth
It surrounds us in the wonderful things all around
In this wonderful wonderful
Wonderful wonderful world
Wonderful world, this wonderful world
Wonderful world, this wonderful world
Wonderful world, this wonderful world
song performed by by Elvis Presley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A young Fir-Wood
THESE little firs to-day are things
To clasp into a giant's cap,
Or fans to suit his lady's lap.
From many winters many springs
Shall cherish them in strength and sap
Till they be marked upon the map,
A wood for the wind's wanderings.
All seed is in the sower's hands:
And what at first was trained to spread
Its shelter for some single head,—
Yea, even such fellowship of wands,—
May hide the sunset, and the shade
Of its great multitude be laid
Upon the earth and elder sands.
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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