Delight becomes pictorial
Delight becomes pictorial
When viewed through pain,--
More fair, because impossible
That any gain.
The mountaln at a given distance
In amber lies;
Approached, the amber flits a little,--
And that's the skies!
poem by Emily Dickinson
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How cool the amber of the day.
How cool the amber of the day!
The quietness, the sway.
I slept the sleep of angels,
And felt newborn in the
Amber of the day.
Long live the sweet
Mysterious dusk
Of the amber light.
poem by Peter Vealey
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Dad A life
My father is gone, gone to his grave
Carried away on an amber wave
It was his heart they say so strong, so brave
A heart that was crushed beneath an amber wave
My father is gone, gone in a flash
Washed away on an amber wave
The strong young man he was burned to ash
Ash that was washed away by an amber wave
My father is gone, gone this day
Taken away on an amber wave
Leaving nothing but heart ache and dismay
Amber Jean
Every morning got sun to shine
Every day got plenty of time
Every night theres a moon so fine
There for you, my amber jean.
Still some lines that should get crossed
Still some coins that might be tossed
Still some love that hasnt been lost
There for you, my amber jean.
Amber jean, oh, amber jean,
Prettiest eyes Ive ever seen.
Every morning got sun to shine
Every day got plenty of time
Every night theres a moon so fine
There for you, my amber jean.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Sunset In Winter
The amber glow as day begins to die
Behind a darkened hill that lies to west,
Where trees that silhouette against the sky
March on like lines of soldiers on its crest.
And where the amber meets the fading blue
And tinges it with golden streaming light,
With painted colours these last rays imbue
The western sky, before the fall of night.
poem by Dennis N. O'Brien
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Amber
A Prehistoric Dragon Fly
Encased in amber, on display
Caught my eye as I passed it by
in the museum yesterday.
Encased in amber, as if time
itself was stopped and held at bay.
You will never know decay
Or another summer's day.
You in amber, me in time
Both are trapped and on display.
You in resin are enshrined,
while I am seen encased in rhyme.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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The Night Road
The streetlight buzzes
Lit in an amber haze
Rain falls against windows
Trickles down the glass
Counting the minutes
The night roads are empty
Sleeping a travels rest
While the days trails
Become washed away
The overgrown gardens
Narrow the path
Shadows dart everywhere
Limited shade on offer
A while ago someone passed
Head bowed, scurrying
Trying to shelter from the rain
The line of amber beacons
Little amber torches hover
Into the dark of night
Buzzing little stars guide
Along a road into shadows
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Amber
Here.
Try the amber.
Since you have decided,
To remove the color of pink...
From your eyes.
Although you say they were not rose.
The difference between them were too close!
I propose these amber glasses.
At least your taste for molasses,
Should not be that affected.
Well...
On second thought.
Have you considered the smoked lens.
You could wear them and still pretend.
And no one will detect your tears.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leaves of Amber
Leaves of Amber
A black rose of Fall;
Rare to feel rejoice,
rain to kiss and roll,
silent woods voice.
She comes like told,
a lone knot of miles,
her lips wet 'n' cold,
betimes distant isles.
One red wine bottle,
the poem away flies;
an inviolable throttle,
amid truths 'n' skies.
One sip in the wind,
and a dropp to oblate;
a touch of tips quint,
Blue Notte hue of late;
Cold spells in drops;
melancholy October;
dew reigns bud tops,
and leaves of amber.
Rain soaks her steps,
wind takes her voice,
wrinkles and schleps
a saddening choice.
Sails on red wine spill,
her drops of October,
Sky rain inks my quill
and leaves of amber..
Copyright © G. V.06.09.2012
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poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Honey you're so hot
Honey you're so hot
You're a ring of red gold
An amber ring on my finger
Honey you're so hot
You're a ring of red gold.
Honey you are a stage fright
Monster on my mind
When those wedding bells chime
For all... for all time
Honey genesis will sort
The mice from the men
Because when I'm with you
All I hear is amen
Like an anthem
Honey what's all the fog and haze
Will it not take us back?
To those lost lonely days
When we were racked with pain
Oh let us honey surmise
Oh honey you're so hot
You're a hot ring of gold
When I'm in the cold
Oh honey you're so hot
You're a hot
Amber ring on my finger
When all else is not?
Oh honey, oh honey, why not?
Oh honey, why, why, why not?
Let us surmise
A ring of red hot gold
Put that stage fright
Monster behind me
Because honey you're the one
For me
Because honey you're so hot
You're a ring of gold
An amber ring on my finger
Honey you're so hot you're
A ring of red, red hot gold:
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Participating In The Enjoyment Of Life
Few who come to know a pain that is endured,
Are not out campaigning to gain...
Sympathy votes.
Those who are actively participating,
In the enjoyment of life...
Have come to do it,
Without sharing their gripes...
To evilize all they come in contact.
And those that do this seem to delight,
When someone they have approached...
Has been left with a headache!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Pain Fills Me
This pain fills me
this pain of emptiness
a pain that doesn't go away
a pain of longing for
what I don't have
having what I don't want
a pain of the past
and also the future
a pain that nobody cares I have
a pain that I have every day
this pain fills me
from the soles of my feet
to the top of my head
I am filled
my soul is dim
the pain is a killer
it wants to take over
I fight
with what might I have left
I fight this pain
I just want this burden
to be gone
so I may be free
I just want this pain
that fills me
gone
poem by Amber Kangas
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Traffic Lights
Who invented these beautiful colors?
Red, Amber and Green.
And I watch how they stop when Red appears?
When Amber winks they are very uneasy
And they fly in the Green light sign like a journey to heaven.
Night is still young and I count my weekend wage
Thinking of my loved ones.
They are very far away.
When the Green smiles with me to take my soul away from all these burdens?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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No Pain No Gain
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine, mark hudson
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
Face in the gutter eyes on the floor
Walk on down you know the score
It's a dead-end street back to the wall
Get it together you can get it all
The weak will fall the strong remain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No time for losers you make the call
Believe in yourself stand tall
Another day it's in your hand
You can be the winner in the end
The weak will fall the strong remain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
Keep runnin' don't look back
Keep movin' straight ahead
Keep goin' don't ever stop
There's time to rest the day you'll drop
You roll the dice you play the game
The weak will fall the strong remain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
...
song performed by by Scorpions
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Shuffle-Shoon and Amber-Locks
Shuffle-Shoon and Amber-Locks
Sit together, building blocks;
Shuffle-Shoon is old and grey,
Amber-Locks a little child,
But together at their play
Age and Youth are reconciled,
And with sympathetic glee
Build their castles fair to see.
"When I grow to be a man"
(So the wee one's prattle ran),
"I shall build a castle so--
With a gateway broad and grand;
Here a pretty vine shall grow,
There a soldier guard shall stand;
And the tower shall be so high,
Folks will wonder, by-and-by!"
Shuffle-Shoon quoth: "Yes, I know;
Thus I builded long ago!
Here a gate and there a wall,
Here a window, there a door;
Here a steeple wondrous tall
Riseth ever more and more!
But the years have levelled low
What I builded long ago!"
So they gossip at their play,
Heedless of the fleeting day;
One speaks of the Long Ago
Where his dead hopes buried lie;
One with chubby cheeks aglow
Prattleth of the By-and-By;
Side by side, they build their blocks--
Shuffle-Shoon and Amber-Locks.
poem by Eugene Field
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Green Grow The Rushes
The wheelbarrows fallen
Look at my hands
Theyve found some surplus cheaper hands
Rubbing palms and pick and choose,
Who will they choose? here is the news.
Look at that building, look at this man
Haloed and whitewashed
Gone to find a cheaper hand
Hell offer a pound, offer a pound.
Green grow the rushes go
Green grow the rushes go
Green grow the rushes go
The compass points the workers home
Pay for your freedom, find another gate
Guilt by associate, the rushes wilted a long time ago
Guilty as you go
Stay off that highway, word is its not so safe
The grasses that hide the greenback
The amber waves of gain again
The amber waves of gain
Green grow the rushes go
Green grow the rushes go
Green grow the rushes go
The compass points the workers home
song performed by by REM
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One Love, Alot Of Pain
In life, there’s one love but a lot of pain
Love heals your wounds when the pain is too much
Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.
Love is an angel while the pain is a devil
Love gives comfort when the pain is hurtful
Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.
Love is the light while the pain is the darkness
Love is a rainbow while the pain is a thunder
Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.
Love will be strong when the pain is weak
Love is true but the pain is false
Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.
Love fair while the pain is un-fair
Love is surely possible when the pain is impossible
Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.
Did She Get Away With Murder?
Pretty eyes wide
With a sweet innocent stare
Lips that whisper and pout
I had no idea
That he was such a dangerous man
I'm just a victim
A witness to a mad man's love
But is she really or....
Did she get away with murder?
Angel or devil?
Who is the real Amber?
Hiding behind those tears
Does there lurk a killer's lie?
Was Scott the only one?
That Lacy could not trust
What about the blonde temptress?
Standing in the shadows
Did she get away with murder?
Sinner
Saint
What will time come to reveal?
Will we ever know?
Or do we listen only
To what she would like us to believe
The angel with the devil's eyes
Did she get away with murder?
For a fatal affair
2 paid
With their lifes
Gone too young
Too soon
How could this lady have not known?
Just what pain she would bring
Or was that her plan all along?
To get rid of her competiton
Amber Frye-Did she get away with murder?
poem by Ramona Thompson
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Amber
shield the Amber of the navel that mark the
beginning of your life, shout it joyfully the
season of your stay
bright the past, the luminous glow of the
Amber, harness the solid that last in
every path you pass
looks the aquatic blue corner of your heart,
the color seems naked, but as it flows the
hyperactive makes one see the beauty
always remember everything is counted,
what ever lost, never it loose, only that
everything waits for a change of time
..... is a chance of life...
poem by Antonio Liao
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Burning Pain
Pain and helplessness.
Burns and simmers away.
It all buns inside.
I cant rember a pain free day!
Pain burns away.
Reminding me
I can never be free.
The burning pain.
The sensation I feel.
Like my head will explode.
Pain burns like fire.
With the amber flames.
Not to crumble to ash.
Always smoking
And smouldering away.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Enough
Did he forget? . . . I do not remember,
All I had of him once I still have to-day;
He was lovely to me as the word, 'amber,'
As the taste of honey and the smell of hay.
What if he forget if I remember ?
What more of love have you than I to say ?
I have and hold him still in the word, 'amber,'
Taste of honey brings him, he comes back with the hay.
poem by Muriel Stuart
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