Keep Looking For You
i keep looking for you
somewhere behind your face,
where the signs of life
still flicker and tremble.
where ice flows melt
with your fleeting touch,
and the scent of you falls like rain...
i keep looking for you
somewhere just beyond the distance
that seperates us from who we are.
the thin veil between light and dark,
the door for which you are the key.
i keep looking for you
somewhere behind the bars,
where anger shatters like glass
into tiny slivers colored by light.
where the match strikes,
and the fire burns and rages
with our passion against the night!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Ages Flicker in the Hot Fire
Ages flicker in the hot fire
where I sit in the bar
time passes slowly hour-by-hour,
my face reflects in the glass, somewhat confused
the flames jump bright orange, blue and white,
ages flicker in the hot fire
with shades playing on the wall of the fireplace
and deeper something fries like on a spit,
time passes slowly hour-by-hour
someone complains about his wife, wants to hire prostitutes
while a couple sit down at a table with a candle,
ages flicker in the hot fire,
outside the thunder bashes down, my whisky is very expensive,
the candle in front of me burns down to its end,
time passes slowly hour-by-hour
then I see you, pretty and my match
I cannot avoid your eyes,
ages flicker in the hot fire
time passes slowly hour-by-hour.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Kingdom Of Heaven
Cast your seed
upon my barren soil.
In winter’s dark night
I yearn for new light.
Rain falls;
fleeting life fails
as fearfully I pray:
O fill my fertile soul
and show me your sun-filled face!
Warm me with your
radiant grace
poem by Steven Federle
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Lamp Of Love
Light, oh where is the light?
Kindle it with the burning fire of desire!
There is the lamp but never a flicker of a flame--is such thy fate, my heart?
Ah, death were better by far for thee!
Misery knocks at thy door,
and her message is that thy lord is wakeful,
and he calls thee to the love-tryst through the darkness of night.
The sky is overcast with clouds and the rain is ceaseless.
I know not what this is that stirs in me--I know not its meaning.
A moment's flash of lightning drags down a deeper gloom on my sight,
and my heart gropes for the path to where the music of the night calls me.
Light, oh where is the light!
Kindle it with the burning fire of desire!
It thunders and the wind rushes screaming through the void.
The night is black as a black stone.
Let not the hours pass by in the dark.
Kindle the lamp of love with thy life.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Ballad (1)
A heart laments: you do not find her,
Her native country is probably far from here,
And her face is strange!
The night weeps by a door!
In the marble hall light upon light burns,
O stuffy, o stuffy! Somebody dies here!
A whisper somewhere: o do you not come?
The night weeps by a door!
A sobbing still: o that he would see the light!
Then it became dark there and here -
A sobbing: brother, o do you not pray?
The night weeps by a door.
poem by Georg Trakl
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Venus Stop The Train
Venus, stop the train
For the brakeman lost his place
Satellites were spinning and out of space
They televised her feelings while the light
The light struck terror
I kept my distance because she fell in love with everyone
Smoking grass and taking Christmas trees
She fell in love with me
I was polite to her
A soft sadness having much more than her
Loneliness
Her father warmed the benches
Vice president of southern branches
He reached out to her when her mother slept
He would never forget the light
The light, the light striking terror
I kept my distance because she fell in love with everyone
Smoking grass and taking Christmas trees
She fell in love with me
I was polite to her
A soft sadness having much more than her
Loneliness
Satellites spinning
Satellites spin
Well the light
The light, the light
The light, the light
The light strikes terror
The light strikes terror
I keep my distance because she falls in love with everyone
Smoking grass and taking Christmas trees
She falls in love with me
I'm polite to her
A soft sadness having much more than her
Ugliness
I keep my distance cause she falls in love with everyone
Smoking grass and taking Christmas trees
She falls in love with me
I'm polite to her
I reach my soft hand out to her
I've known her for a very, very long time
song performed by by Wilco
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This Body The Glass!
your fingers the match,
to light this candle...
they tremble as if
memory unsure.
your lips the wine,
this body the glass.
drink long and deep,
before the moment is gone!
this storm will break,
the earth ravaged with passion.
the grain deep in the wood
brings forth leaves from the void!
and love itself,
needs no reason or answer.
the candle chooses fire,
this body the glass!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Fire Keepers
Keep the fire burning
That's been kindled in you soul
For the fire burns the dross away
And brings forth precious gold
Shine the light the fire brings
To the darkness in the land
For the Light is the Light of the world
And the darkness flees at His command
Keep the fire of praise ablaze
To combat life's malaise
For the Lord's fire is in Zion
An Inhabiter of our praise
Take your lamp where the fire burns
Bring oil most precious and true
For the oil causes the lamp to burn
All the dark night through
Seek the Giver of unchanging fire
From Whom all blessings flow
For you know not what the day may hold
And tomorrow is not your own.
poem by Theresa Quinn
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Embers of Memories
A fire breaks out in me
before the dawn of light.
It rages in me
burns all my dreams
the heaven is a silent witness
the morning star hides its face.
The day sweeps away
the embers of memories
with the night.
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Fire-Time
He walked toward her
a fire-stick in his hand
and spoke softly.
'This is fire
my gift to you.
It is safety from wild animals;
heat for your food;
romance for your life;
Igniter of Passion;
The Secret Furnace
which fuels the Sun;
the Starry Blanket
which covers the night;
the Milky Way which burns
hot-blue.
The Heart's Flame
is Cobalt Fire too.
She touched his fire-stick
and felt the burn.
He grabbed her singed hand
and kissed it
saying:
Fire too
burns
human things;
Passion too
sears souls.
'But how, ' she said,
'shall I know fire which heals
from Stinging Fire which
burns my soul? '
'How can I be sure my fire
is safe fire,
that all my passions
are healing flames
and not destructive ones? '
He, said 'Fire is like touch;
go close enough to feel the warmth
but don't press too much
or the skin recoils.
Fire is like two kissing lips;
go close enough to feel the heat
but pressure too much
you chip the teeth.
Fire is like making love;
it can sweep you away
but be sure Fire's Orbit
brings you back
ensuring sure you don't get too close to the burning Sun.
When young be the bubble-bee sampling nectar,
not the moth obsessed with flames.
Use fires' heat
but regard more its light;
for Fire is both;
heat is good
light is knighted.
Fire correctly lit
is a balm of both
and allows Love and Lovers
to survive.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Glass Rose (Moan Of The Night)
a glass rose
shattered on the bare floor...
tiny pieces glinting
in the late evening light.
an old photograph,
half burned in the ashtray...
hand on fire,
slips down, fingers enter
where faces disappear.
a small crucifix,
the breeze slips through the window,
picking up the scent,
staggers as if drunk.
the cruelty of the door,
the latch, and the shadow...
that laughs as it closes
the book and turns away...
a glass rose,
and the moan of the night!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Rainbow Waits
The future holds a blinding grief
A day that shatters all belief
Stripped of fire and lustful thought
Midnight dreams, burned to naught
A day when I no longer care
Have nothing left to give, or share
When your fire no longer burns
When my heart no longer yearns
Creeping like a deadly bane
A poison seeping through my brain
Bringing light to weary eyes
Stripping bear the thin disguise
When at last I choose to see
All the reasons assaulting me
A jolt to wake the sleeping lamb
A day to remember who I am
One day my heart will cease to crave
Will lay the passion to the grave
Time, a salve to help me heal
My soul will learn again to feel
So many years, I gave to waste
A decade that I can't replace
Loving you, my greatest sin
I should have known from where I've been
So close now, I see the signs
My heart has read between the lines
There's nothing left of you in me
No reason I cannot break free
The day of reckoning, is at my door
Dark clouds gather on the shore
A storm that rips you from my soul
And leaves behind a gaping hole
I'll hold my breath until tomorrow
The clouds will pass, as will the sorrow
And with the sun and cleansing tide
My rainbow waits, the other side
poem by Leria Hawkins
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Darkness Hopes
In each of us lives darkness
black as coal and full of desire,
that lies dormant in the midnight
though it longs to feel a fire.
The fire brings great brightness
to the heart of the darkest dark;
as it dances with abandon
flirting madly as it sparks.
When the sparks flash in the darkness
the blackness feels the heat,
that's created by a passion
when light and darkness meet.
Once the darkness is ignited
white light burns deep inside,
emboldened by combustion
once begun, won't subside.
Though as the fire burns lower
and the light begins to dim,
embers glow with excitement
for what will come again.
The darkness is quite patient
as it quietly sits and waits,
for the fire to build inside again
and reconnect the fates.
You see, the darkness holds out the hope
for the passion of the light,
to dance again with abandon
to bring a fire, burning bright.
(September 10,2010)
poem by David L. Harkins
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Burn And Rage
alone...
in a room of voices,
dirty curtains sweating,
bodies without heat!
you buried me,
a 100 miles back...
poured milk on my grave,
and answered the phone.
but even the scar throbs,
the moon calls...
and the fire in the fugitive field,
burns down.
old men tell stories,
old poets burn and rage...
run with wolves, mad and hungry,
for touch, skin, and need!
when the soul becomes a tongue,
and fingers break windows.
the water in the well boils,
owls tremble and undress.
the hand that calls rain...
shakes, lights a smoke!
sweat sings on the pillow,
the scent of wild flowers.
travelling the night...
looking for a match!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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And In The House
And in the house
All is now silent
I rise and grope
In the dark, dark
And lo! Before me
A blue light I
A thin blue light
See I all a-shining
And leading me
And guiding me
Into the dark
In the long night
In to the long night!
Ah! father, father
Where are
You leading me:
The thin blue light
Now veers to here
And then to there
Now up
Now down
It plays:
And in the night
The long lone night
The seconds turn and turn!
And in the house
The lonely house
A soundless sound
Is humming:
The light
The thin blue light
Is leading still leading
And in the night
No time is passing
No hope of dawn
Or day
Is coming:
But dark
And dark:
Yet in the night
This night
Of black
A thrill felt I
And happiness
That never felt!
poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
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Fire In My Heart
Light a fire
Light a match
Light a candle
Light a lamp
Bring some light and some warmth
Into your heart, so dark and cold
Please, if you can,
Light a fire in my heart
poem by Ricky Durkin
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The Light Within
There’s a light that burns within you
that illuminates your soul
They say its always been there
Steady bright and in control
It’s the guiding spirit that drives you
As you live your life each day
Shining a light on the darkest paths
As you walk along the way
It’s the light outside the shadows
A lonely life can cast
But if you look to feel it
The darkness will not last
There’s a light of love within you
That illuminates your face
a gentle warmth that surrounds you
When your heart is in that place
The brightness of the spirit
And all the love you share
Embracing it with a passion
Nurturing it with care
Within the light is life’s meaning
Things close to the heart believed
A summation of your life time
And all things you perceived
Live the life within you
Let the light shine through
Sharing it with others
embraced by love so true
the light that burns within you
the warmth of life’s desire
let it shine on brightly
true keeper of the fire
poem by William Lindenmuth
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Don't Light The Fire
I'm trying not to get mad
Mama says anger on fuels ignorance
Don't light the fire she says
But I've never been so tired
Got enough problems
Shouldn't even have to deal with this
Mama says anger only feuls ignorance
Don't light the fire she says
Jumping hurdles
Climbimg mountains
Delegating
Demonstrating
But mama says anger only fuels ignorance
Don't light the fire
Close to the wire
Every minute i tire even more
Keep pushing
Keep pulling
Til I get to the door
Anger only only fuels ignorance
not sure if i can hold it much more.
poem by Kendra Evans
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Light
Brings hopes in the life, light
Travels with a greater might, light
Gives vision to many eyes, light
A colorful horizon on eastside, light
Seems coming form the heights, light
Over comes evils of the night, light
To the darkness it always strikes, light
Faster than any flight, light
For many beings it is a diet, light
Thunder seems snatching sight, light
Rainbow is at wide, light
Spreads everywhere at sunrise, light
Over sky all white, light
Gives impact always bright, light
Shows path, put on right, light
If one thinks it is a life, light
poem by Zaibar Zee
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Make your fire
make your fire
your own
(in your youth - thats life is all about)
if you can, you live
the world is the mind
the fire is what makes people turn and say 'oh fire'
and be caught up with
its the fire within - roiling and boiling
heats up the world - its the passion that burns through
a life that burns up - giving light and heat to others!
poem by Manoj KrishnanSarojam
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The Light And Dark Have Waned
seven people of light;
a walker of dark;
collect seven signs, are given
split thy light, dark thy rule
whom have dread, yet seven undismayed,
dare face his power
thy dark avows is terror,
to move from, to another
dark is terror still
their light and dark are no more,
just light no walker.
as having walker being passed
from servant of dark
to ruler of light.
the world now be it in peace
with no war and intervening d.ark
poem by Pugegee Phoenix
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