Light breaks where no sun shines
Light breaks where no sun shines;
Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart
Push in their tides;
And, broken ghosts with glowworms in their heads,
The things of light
File through the flesh where no flesh decks the bones.
A candle in the thighs
Warms youth and seed and burns the seeds of age;
Where no seed stirs,
The fruit of man unwrinkles in the stars,
Bright as a fig;
Where no wax is, the candle shows its hairs.
Dawn breaks behind the eyes;
From poles of skull and toe the windy blood
Slides like a sea;
Nor fenced, nor staked, the gushers of the sky
Spout to the rod
Divining in a smile the oil of tears.
Night in the sockets rounds,
Like some pitch moon, the limit of the globes;
Day lights the bone;
Where no cold is, the skinning gales unpin
The winter's robes;
The film of spring is hanging from the lids.
Light breaks on secret lots,
On tips of thought where thoughts smell in the rain;
When logics die,
The secret of the soil grows through the eye,
And blood jumps in the sun;
Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.
poem by Dylan Thomas
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One Saint Walked Over The Ridge
Death will not listen;
still, the candle burns,
in blue dark
and sets free the sun.
Will you hold me tight
when I shed my identity?
I was going to start a silent prayer
for this earth.
I forget, that I always remember
the green pain
which lived in the bones of winter
when dawn was breaking.
Night settles
on secret thighs of shame.
I still smell the scent of blood
flowing from the lids.
poem by Satish Verma
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I Shade
By blood, in the night -
My blood to my veins -
To blood i am drawn -
I am never alone -
Not even when I am throne to my bones -
Againt the walls -
With lights at flicker -
She claws the walls -
My shadow -
I can hear her -
My shade -
To my side -
I feel her -
I will confide -
I need her -
I am broken -
Without her -
I seek her -
Long was the wait -
What breaks her -
Is the light of dawn -
Helpless -
I can heal her
poem by Unic Cjonr
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A Process in the Weather of the Heart
A process in the weather of the heart
Turns damp to dry; the golden shot
Storms in the freezing tomb.
A weather in the quarter of the veins
Turns night to day; blood in their suns
Lights up the living worm.
A process in the eye forwarns
The bones of blindness; and the womb
Drives in a death as life leaks out.
A darkness in the weather of the eye
Is half its light; the fathomed sea
Breaks on unangled land.
The seed that makes a forest of the loin
Forks half its fruit; and half drops down,
Slow in a sleeping wind.
A weather in the flesh and bone
Is damp and dry; the quick and dead
Move like two ghosts before the eye.
A process in the weather of the world
Turns ghost to ghost; each mothered child
Sits in their double shade.
A process blows the moon into the sun,
Pulls down the shabby curtains of the skin;
And the heart gives up its dead.
poem by Dylan Thomas
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The Role Of The Flesh When The Mind Breaks Away...
one does not have to condemn the flesh
it too serves some purpose,
when the mind goes beyond our fences
when we cannot take the pressure anymore
there the flesh waits for temporary reliefs
it gives you warmth
the pleasures at hand
when the intellect abandons you
in the middle of your
miseries.
the flesh beats us to a dance of life
like wine it can make us drunk and we become wild
there is that fire in the heart
that the flesh can easily so provide
there is the laughter and the ecstasy
that the flesh only knows
when the storm is over, when the night breaks into dusk
when light comes again in our eyes
the flesh is there beside us
it is there, when the mind breaks
it is patient to all our desires.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Gentleman's Tear
At the candle light
And the dark around
He is sitting there alone
There is another light
Glowing bright from his heart
So pure and bright
Just I wished if I knew
Why he was sitting there alone.
Oh, how a cute gentleman!
At the magic nihgt
Under the candle light
What he was thinking about
That good hearted gentleman!
What a Deep! Deep! thoughts
Just If It could be seen
At the dark of the night!
What was thinking about
While he was touching the candle light
O, my God what was going on
How can be this true
At the darkness night
Under the candle light
Two drops of tears slipped from those charming eyes
I saw his face
The tears were rolling down
What could be the reason to make those eyes cry?
At the darkness nihgt
Under the candle light
Just I wanted if my wish would become true
Just I wished if I could be his light.
And wipe away the gloom
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Shine as Bright as that Star
Shine as Bright as that Star
With eyes that shine as bright as that star.
Seamlessly you can be found,
Not the glow, not the light, but the sparkle.
Which causes you to sense that you are on top,
Looking down on that endless beauty.
Entering the room they illuminate.
Can you feel it?
Can you see it?
Can you control it?
But ask me why?
Why do I feel this emotion?
Those stars disappear
Where will you be when morning breaks?
With me?
Peering into eyes that shine as bright as that star?
With a smile that shines as bright as that star.
In passing I caught a glimpse,
Something like that of a shooting flame.
Found, but then lost.
Looking for something that can not again be seen.
Is it special?
Was that the one?
How do you know?
Those stars disappear.
Where will you be that night when it’s lost?
With me?
Sharing that smile that shines as bright as that star?
The thoughts which cause attraction.
Feeling that you want to reach out and find that perfect star.
That star which shows that extra something special.
As the eye causes the mind to believe, beware,
Believing does not always hold the truth.
I can hear the night,
I can see the dawn,
Invisible at break,
You are there to be held and to be taken care of.
Are you with me?
You, the one who shines as bright as that star.
poem by Roger William Studd
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Comfortable Light
Most comfortable Light,
Light of the small lamp burning up the night,
With dawn enleagued against the beaten dark;
Pure golden perfect spark;
Or sudden wind-bright flame,
That but the strong-handed wind can urge or tame;
Chill loveliest light the kneeling clouds between,
Silverly serene;
Comfort of happy light,
That mouse-like leaps amid brown leaves, cheating sight;
Clear naked stars, burning with swift intense
Earthward intelligence;--
Sensitive, single
Points in the dark inane that purely tingle
With eager fire, pouring night's circles through
Their living blue;
Dark light still waters hold;
Broad silver moonpath trodden into gold:
Candle-flame glittering through the traveller's night--
Most comfortable light....
And lovelier, the eye
Where light from darkness shines unfathomably,
Light secret, clear, shallow, profound, known, strange,
Constant alone in change:--
Not that wild light that turns
Hunted from dying eyes when the last fire burns;
O, not that bitter light of wounded things,
When bony anguish springs
Sudden, intolerable;
Nor light of mad eyes gleaming up from hell....
Come not again, wild light! Shine not again,
Hill-flare of pain!
But thou, most holy light....
Not the noon blaze that stings, too fiercely bright,
Not that unwinking stare of shameless day;
But thou, the gray,
Nun-like and silent, still,
Fine-breathed on many an eastern bare green hill;
Keen light of gray eyes, cool rain, and stern spears;
Sad light, but not to tears:--
--O, comfort thou of eyes
Watching expectant from chill northern skies,
Excellent joy for lids heavy with night--
Strange with delight!
poem by John Freeman
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The Sun
Where is the sun these dark days
Painting the room where my love lays
Kissing her hair as dawn breaks
The sun lies only with her.
Where is the moon on lonely night
Under the stars where she burns so bright
My heart trembles at the thought of love light
That lit a thousand memories in my stolen heaven.
The moon shines from my love.
Where has gone the summer breeze
That touched her cheek and said goodbye
Carrying my hope with small waves of the sea
Small waves of her hand
Oh that we embrace an azure sky
And kiss away the pain.
poem by Kevin East
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Mrs. Sibley
The secret of the stars, -- gravitation.
The secret of the earth, -- layers of rock.
The secret of the soil, -- to receive seed.
The secret of the seed, -- the germ.
The secret of man, -- the sower.
The secret of woman, -- the soil.
My secret: Under a mound that you shall never find.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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The Immortal Part
When I meet the morning beam,
Or lay me down at night to dream,
I hear my bones within me say,
"Another night, another day.
"When shall this slough of sense be cast,
This dust of thoughts be laid at last,
The man of flesh and soul be slain
And the man of bone remain?
"This tongue that talks, these lungs that shout,
These thews that hustle us about,
This brain that fills the skull with schemes,
And its humming hive of dreams,--
"These to-day are proud in power
And lord it in their little hour:
The immortal bones obey control
Of dying flesh and dying soul.
"'Tis long till eve and morn are gone:
Slow the endless night comes on,
And late to fulness grows the birth
That shall last as long as earth.
"Wanderers eastward, wanderers west,
Know you why you cannot rest?
'Tis that every mother's son
Travails with a skeleton.
"Lie down in the bed of dust;
Bear the fruit that bear you must;
Bring the eternal seed to light,
And morn is all the same as night.
"Rest you so from trouble sore,
Fear the heat o' the sun no more,
Nor the snowing winter wild,
Now you labour not with child.
"Empty vessel, garment cast,
We that wore you long shall last.
--Another night, another day."
So my bones within me say.
Therefore they shall do my will
To-day while I am master still,
And flesh and soul, now both are strong,
Shall hale the sullen slaves along,
Before this fire of sense decay,
This smoke of thought blow clean away,
And leave with ancient night alone
The stedfast and enduring bone.
poem by Alfred Edward Housman
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Cracking The Code
Blue poppies were poised
to meet the regret of thighs,
mother of sins.
No flesh now covers the eyes.
A candle burns a green
thumb. A silver bowl breaks,
spilling the milk of nudes. Liars will tell
the story of honour killing.
We were tired of listening
to ravens taking a flight.
No one had seen the corpse.
Only black bones will tell the truth.
Have you seen the holocaust?
It was inside my pen! my write!
poem by Satish Verma
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Want Tomorrow
Dawn breaks; there is blue in the sky.
Your face before me though I dont know why.
Thoughts disappearing like tears from the moon.
Waiting here; as I sit by the stone
They came before me, those men from the sun.
Signs from the heavens say I am the one.
Chorus
Now youre here; I can see your light,
This light that I must follow,
You -- you may take my life away
-- so far away.
Now I know; I must leave your spell
-- I want tomorrow.
song performed by by Enya
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Meditations Upon A Candle
Man's like a candle in a candlestick,
Made up of tallow and a little wick;
And as the candle when it is not lighted,
So is he who is in his sins benighted.
Nor can a man his soul with grace inspire,
More than can candles set themselves on fire.
Candles receive their light from what they are not;
Men grace from Him for whom at first they care not.
We manage candles when they take the fire;
God men, when he with grace doth them inspire.
And biggest candles give the better light,
As grace on biggest sinners shines most bright.
The candle shines to make another see,
A saint unto his neighbour light should be.
The blinking candle we do much despise,
Saints dim of light are high in no man's eyes.
Again, though it may seem to some a riddle,
We use to light our candles at the middle.
True light doth at the candle's end appear,
And grace the heart first reaches by the ear.
But 'tis the wick the fire doth kindle on,
As 'tis the heart that grace first works upon.
Thus both do fasten upon what's the main,
And so their life and vigour do maintain.
The tallow makes the wick yield to the fire,
And sinful flesh doth make the soul desire
That grace may kindle on it, in it burn;
So evil makes the soul from evil turn.
But candles in the wind are apt to flare,
And Christians, in a tempest, to despair.
The flame also with smoke attended is,
And in our holy lives there's much amiss.
Sometimes a thief will candle-light annoy,
And lusts do seek our graces to destroy.
What brackish is will make a candle sputter;
'Twixt sin and grace there's oft' a heavy clutter.
Sometimes the light burns dim, 'cause of the snuff,
Sometimes it is blown quite out with a puff;
But watchfulness preventeth both these evils,
Keeps candles light, and grace in spite of devils.
Nor let not snuffs nor puffs make us to doubt,
Our candles may be lighted, though puffed out.
The candle in the night doth all excel,
Nor sun, nor moon, nor stars, then shine so well.
So is the Christian in our hemisphere,
Whose light shows others how their course to steer.
When candles are put out, all's in confusion;
Where Christians are not, devils make intrusion.
Then happy are they who such candles have,
All others dwell in darkness and the grave.
But candles that do blink within the socket,
And saints, whose eyes are always in their pocket,
Are much alike; such candles make us fumble,
And at such saints good men and bad do stumble.
Good candles don't offend, except sore eyes,
Nor hurt, unless it be the silly flies.
Thus none like burning candles in the night,
Nor ought to holy living for delight.
But let us draw towards the candle's end:
The fire, you see, doth wick and tallow spend,
As grace man's life until his glass is run,
And so the candle and the man is done.
The man now lays him down upon his bed,
The wick yields up its fire, and so is dead.
The candle now extinct is, but the man
By grace mounts up to glory, there to stand.
poem by John Bunyan
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A light through my heart
The sunrises brightly as ever
with sparkling rays of light
That beams brightly in the morning
Forcing flowers opening to greet thee!
Spreading fine fragrances to smell
Thats the sun spreading smiles
Thats the sun breaking the dawn
Which heralded the beginning of a new day...
I love the sun, though it only makes my day
A bright daylights to behold and to felt
But sun suddnely sets at west side
Slowly it sets to heralded the nightfall
Night that makes me blinded of myself
Untill the moonlight arrived to my rescued
With bright-yellowish lights
And a charming smiles
That revives and rejuvinates my soul
And I danced dearly to believed
I love the mighty moonlight more than you know!
All in all it brighten my heart!
All in all it gives meanings to my nights
But it stayed only for a while
Such sudden demises of joy
Leaving the stars to take over the job
Bright little stars
Sparkling with passions from above
Bright little beauties
My gate to wonderful nights dreams
Dreams where I saw only you, unwritten soul!
Forget the moribund moonlight
I love the stars eager to pick one
But the stars can only be seen at night
It disappeared at dawn breaks
But I need light
I need light that never fades
Light that will always be there to blessed my steps
Sunlights, moonlight and the stars never stayed
But there is only one light
I means only one light that never fades
Neither during the day, nor at night
Light that went straight to my heart
I means straight to my heart
Light neither thin, nor fat
Neither tall, nor short
And neithrt widem nor deep
I mean light upon light
Light that neither rise, not fall
But it is meant to stayed
Meant stayed and make me bright even in the dark!
It is there even when the sun sets
It is there where no star shines
Still shining even when moonlight moved
Thats my love to an Unwritten Soul!
Whose smiles can move the Malaysian mountain!
Thats Unwritten Soul
I meant my words....
A light through my heart.....
¤NTA! !
(28/07/2012)
22: 30 - 22: 44
poem by Naseeru Taneemu Annuree
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Candles
Faith for reasons still unknown
Like bleak house fog seems everywhere
The truth has frozen into stone
And hope lies freezing in the midnight air
Though dark our days may seem
This is a different dream
Their freedom light dont shine at all
So I will light a candle for you
Keep it burning in the night
And pray that you are all right
I will light a candle for you
Little candle burning bright
When school yard heroes disappeared
The little girl, she stands alone
Oh I believe you if you say
A prayer can help to get her home
So I will light a candle for you
Keep it burning in the night
And pray that you are all right
I will light a candle for you
Little candle burning bright
song performed by by Chris Rea
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In My Dream, light plays!
Night is the time,
Sleeping in infinite nothing,
becoming nothing in beloved
embrace,
forgetting everything! In the lap of beloved enjoy
dreams,
may some come true,
Some may not,
Observing dreams one sees the
light within,
Randomly light plays in my dream
At the dawn, with gentle breeze,
Dreams melt, innerlight into light
of world,
Never go back to sleep,
If you sleep at dawn,
What will be there at dusk? If dustfree dawn make you sleep,
Failing to Smile and work,
If can't feel lighter in the light of
dawn,
Sure the darkness covering light,
Will make you faint at dusk!
Seeds says seed of immortality
is packed in mortal seed coat!
DNA sings, its immortality
covered in mortality of seed,
Finally Life sings,
Immortality of life is packed in mortal DNA,
and Self whispers, my
immortality is sung by mortal
life!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Early Works - Dawn Breaks
The roses weep as dawn breaks
through the blackened skies peeps
the sun from its restful bed
as children rub their eyes
of their sleepy heads.
Dawn and with it comes
a new day, a new generation,
new people, new places
worlds unsought before
conquerable and unconquerable
missions of mercy
or of death and destruction.
All come each new day
as dawn breaks
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poem by David Harris
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Old Flames Cant Hold A Candle To You
Downtown tonight, I saw an old friend, someone who
I use to take comfort from long before I met you
I caught a spark from his eyes of forgotten desire
With a word, or a touch, I could have rekindled that fire
Old flames cant hold a candle to you
No one can light up the night like you do
Flickering embers of love
Ive known one or two
But old flames cant hold a candle to you
Sometimes at night, I think of old lovers Ive known
I remember how holding them helped me not feel so alone
Then I feel you beside me and even their memories are gone
Like stars in the night lost in the sweet light of dawn
Old flames cant hold a candle to you
No one can light up the night like you do
Flickering embers of love
Ive known one or two
But old flames cant hold a candle to you
Old flames cant hold a candle to you
Mmmm...
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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That One Far Shining Light Of Lights
That One far shining light of lights
Which lights the eyes of everyone.
That One far shining light of lights
Which lights the mind of man
That One far shining light of lights
Which warms all that can be found
That One far shining light of lights
Which is the love of all for all
That One far shining light of lights
Which shines so very bright
That One far shining light of lights
Which shines equally in every place
That One far shining light of lights
Which has no time to rise or fall
May that light shine through all of us
May it shine through you and me
That One far shining light of lights
Which shines, and shines for all.
poem by David Taylor
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Maybe Its Dawn
(hymas / brown)
Out of the sky the rain comes driving down
Washing away the hills of darkest brown
Heading out through another country town
White lace curtains
Something certainly gets into me
Call it jealousy
And when Im so far away
Somewhere the light shines bright along the highway
Somewhere inside me
Somewhere above the night
And maybe youve gone your way
And Ill go my way
Somewhere inside me
Somewhere inside the night
Maybe its dawn
Out of my heart my love comes falling free
Healing the pain that burns you and me
Heading towards another warm country
Smiles are dancing shades entrancingly
Gets into me
Call it fantasy
And when Im so far away
Somewhere the light shines bright along the highway
Somewhere inside me
Somewhere above the night
And maybe youve gone your way
And Ive gone my way
Somewhere inside me
Somewhere inside the night
Somewhere the light shines bright along the highway
Somewhere inside me
Somewhere above the night
And maybe youve gone your way
And Ive gone my way
Somewhere inside me
Somewhere inside the night
And maybe its dawn
In the city where Ill be
Maybe its dawn
When youre near me
song performed by by Hollies
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