Fireflies
A lake softly shimmering, in the evening's sunset glow,
Fireflies are dancing above it, moving swiftly to and fro,
Like a shower of confetti, they gyrate in a swirling mass,
Hovering over the surface, lightly humming as they pass.
Sparkles of light flickering, whilst they quickly skim, advancing
Across the water, each one striving to fulfil the art of prancing,
As if, in one mad moment, held fast in a rhythmic trance,
They become, totally mesmerized, by the magic of the dance.
With all these fireflies parading, they are, such a wondrous sight,
Their grand display, becomes a vision of absolute delight,
Thousands of them have gathered, to join this vast array,
Each one glittering with luminosity, at the ending of the day.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Soft Kissing Eureka Moment Days
been writing my fireflies
fireflies always buzz my mind
illuminating my solo nights
soft kissing eureka moment days
shall I share my dear enchantment fireflies
as fireflies dance through my mind
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Landscape 28 Meniscus
The molecules of water are held together
By weak electrical forces
That extend in all directions.
At the water surface, the upward forces,
Having nowhere watery to go,
Lie along the surface
To form a thin skin, called a meniscus.
This is the skin that holds water drops,
Supports water striders,
Even skips stones.
I came once to an Adirondack Lake
On a still moonlit night.
The lake seemed full of fireflies,
Flashes of light in the water
As far as the eye could see.
I finally discovered the source of the light,
The sudden movements of water striders
Riding the meniscus
Bent the water surface
Into a curved mirror
That reflected glimmers of moonlight.
The Japanese make a flower arrangement
In a vessel with a perfectly level rim.
The vessel is filled with water
To a level above the rim
The water is held from overflowing
By a curved meniscus
That bends light like a lens.
In the center of the water
Floats a single perfect flower
That sends tiny ripples across the water surface
And crinkles the meniscus
When the vessel is vibrated.
poem by Stewart McKenzie
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A Solstice Dance
Drums are pulsing in echoes of darkness
When the sun sinks low and the music plays
The hillsides dotted with lighted bonfires
And figures that leap around the blaze
I can see in the shimmering darkness
My brethren dance into ecstasy
Flames are bounding higher and higher
With my pagan kind surrounding me
Sky-clad sisters with candles and lanterns
Our voices rising into the night
A thousand bodies and souls united
When we are blessed with the second sight
I can see in the glimmering darkness
My sisters dance into ecstasy
Drums are beating louder and louder
As shadows of the old year surround me
The wind is filled with a thousand voices
I touch the sky and I close my eyes
The air sparkles with old English magic
As we dance until the next sunrise
I can hear the stars cry out to us
Shivering in their black cloak of night
Fires warming the souls that wander
Into the rest of eternal night
Shadows of figures upon the hillside
Moving through the Solstice dance
The soldiers watch with envious gazes
As we waltz into Hecate’s trance
I can see the lights in the distance
Fireflies flickering to the sound
Of drums that echo our racing heartbeats
And barefoot sisters upon the ground
Come and dance on the rolling hillside
On this night of Pagan feasts
Come to us where the night is clear
Where all our souls can be released
poem by Rebecca Kate Summers
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Natures Firefly
Fireflies in the rose garden
Evenings cover a blanket of black
Locked securely over the galaxy
To the moon and all the way back;
Mirrored in the storms images
Dancing in droplets before my eyes
Unfolding in a glimmer-shimmer...
Are the brillant fireflies;
Hovering over a moistened leaf...
Lightening flashes upon shadowed lanes
Near to the lakes showered landing...
Come fireflies in the rain;
By: Theodora Onken
December 14,2011
poem by Theodora Onken
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Where Are the Fireflies?
Mystified by a tiny firefly
I gazed in childlike trance
The magical flickering lights -
Did it carry in its hands?
And then came some more
Like earthly stars they twinkle
Around the tree trunk's core
Fairies dancing in a circle.
Fireflies are slowly fading
And I rarely see them now
Our air is suffocating
That is killing them somehow.
Will future children see
The magic of their beauty?
Or see them in the pictures
No lights that flicker brightly.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Searching...
The darkness of my existance is blinding,
In the distance fireflies dance amidst the dark,
A flickering light in the bleakness of the abyss,
Lighting up the nothing that I have become,
Yet they are not fireflies but the lanterns of others,
They light up the blackness of my horizon,
Calling to me through the darkness,
When shall the lantern I seek set aflame my heart?
I know not what I seek for I am empty,
I have traveled decades throughout this life,
Searching for something others seem to find so easily,
Searching... Yet finding nothing...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Dancing To The Music Of Fireflies
Sound of gravel crunching
On a lonely country lane
Then parking neath an ol' Oak Tree
Radio softly playing
An ol' George Jones song
Of broken hearts and misery
The hypnotic rise,
before one's eyes
That only fireflies can bring
The swirling sigh
of hormone's tide
The intoxicating smell of spring
The night slips by
The moon hangs high
honey locust blossoms scent the air
My hands cradle your head
I bury my face
in the musky perfume of your hair
Your lips to mine
Our legs and arms entwined
Our bodies start to sway
And we slow dance…
To the music of fireflies
…Until the light of day…
poem by David Whalen
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For him I know not: vii
Ever since the door
Closed by itself on that
Evening as light began to fade
Everything around looked dark
I fail to see myself too in that no-light...
But those glittering star-like moments
That we shared on that evening
Of thickening shadows
Still illumine my unknown niches
As a swarm of fireflies
On a rainy night...
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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The empire of light
Through the day in the upper world
The sun’s bright and the sky’s blue
Bring a fresh breeze spirit over garden
Where birds and flowers
Singing in colorful unison
Through the shadow in the night world
The moon smiles and the stars glow
Bring a mystic dim curtain over palace
Where candles and fairy lamps
Dancing like glittering fireflies
Through the queen’s mirror
Through the lake’s reflection
Through the wit of painter
Through the heart of admirer
Darkness will never conquer
The empire of light
Inspired by L'Empire des Lumières, Rene Magritte
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Always Remember
Always remember
your heart and mine,
remember September
when they were entwined.
Always remember
the love we had then
before the blowing
of an ill wind.
Always remember
the glow in our eyes,
how the fire danced
like evening fireflies.
Always remember
as we grow old
the love of September
when we were young.
Always remember
if one of us should pass,
we will meet again beyond the sunset
when our turn comes to pass.
Always remember
from this day on,
that our love for one another
will never be gone.
22 April 2008
poem by David Harris
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Dancing The Night Away
Writers: russell smith & james brown
Standing beside of the ocean
Looking out across the water
Everything is beautiful
But I still dont feel like I oughta
Things we wanted, not so long ago
I got em all now, babe
But I aint got you no more
Still I remember
The way you held me
And all the sweet things you used to say
When we were two young lovers
Dancing the night away
I remember everything
Dresses you used to wear
You were so light and graceful
You seem to float right through the air
Me I looked so funny dancing
But you loved me anyhow
Now I wish I could find somebody
To love me like that now
Still I remember
The way you held me
And all the sweet things you used to say
When we were two young lovers
Dancing the night away
Standing beside of the ocean
Looking out across the bay
I should look for companionship
But it just gets in my way
All the lights are flickering
Out along the shore
I see people dancing there
But I just dont dance no more
Still I remember
The way you held me
And all the sweet things you used to say
When we were two young lovers
Dancing the night away
Let me see you dance
Let me see you dance
Oh, babe, let me see you dance
I can still see you dance
I remember you dancing
Oh, babe, let me see you dance
song performed by by Leo Sayer
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Watching In Total Delight
I wish I could dance like the young people in
the program “So You Think You Can Dance”
when dancing aspirants are sent to Las Vegas
to master all forms of dance and be voted
upon by the masses
Totally dedicated, mastering two new dances
within the space of a week – while I lose my
rhythm completely just trying to gyrate on a
dance floor, reduced to the status of a spec-
tator for evermore…
Nothing can stop me from dreaming, when the
heroine steps onto the floor, I can visualize my-
self in her guise, imagining it it is me gliding
about on the dance floor while my beloved is
watching in total delight…
poem by Margaret Alice
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We Stand In Awe
The moon slips across the sky
on a cloudless night
as the stars wink at one another
saying everything is all right.
The fireflies dance
as soon as darkness descends
with an amusing firework display.
These wonders our eyes behold
as every evening falls
and we stand in awe of it all.
6 April 2011
poem by David Harris
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tailing Tale
in the garden of the east
i saw the pink fairy fly
sparkling trails i saw her leave
as i've seen in picture books
fascinated by this wonder
i followed through the woods
as though guiding me in a dream
it gently slowly led me on
through the garden of the east
into woods and fields
by the brooks and the streams
i just kept on going
wondrous were those sights
of lovely flowers and heady scents
'twas a fairy tale garden indeed
an' i thought it all a fantasy
humming bees and butterflies
led me to that tree
where i saw my fairy perched
on a tiny flower
on that magic pear tree
hung two magic pears
it was not for me i knew
it could have been for you
the air was a sharp delight
the wind was crisp and light
the colors of the evening
had drawn together there
in that magic moment
as me and the fairy stared
the air went suddenly still
and the pears went out of view
it was nothing but a twinkle
like the glitter on a diamond
a beauty to behold
but never to be held
fairy tales have meaning
its always been so
still, for all my searching
i don't find none in here
Moon Glow
The darkest night, flows with a
wind hush through open blackness.
Ya'ever see the moon glow?
Ya' ever hear the wind whisper?
Rivulets spill with water
across the mountain plains;
as liquid rolls down along the steep slope-
ya'ever see the moon glow?
Ya' ever hear the wind whisper?
Stars glitter through sparkles
of the darkest night.
Wind cold breeze swifts;
swiftly into space.
Laughter engulfs the moon light.
Ya' ever see the moon glow?
Ya' ever hear the wind whisper?
Moon light angles corners,
as sweet melodies swell into air,
of silence.
You ever sight the bird dance,
as shadow flicker
upon the moon?
Ya' ever see the moon glow?
Ya' ever hear the wind whisper?
poem by Celine Berghmans
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Freedom
I shall just lie here and feel the wind blow gentle.
I shall just lie here and listen to the song in the trees.
I shall just lie here
as the bees keep busy,
and shut my eyes lightly
under shimmering blue.
I can sleep easy as the wind licks around me.
I can sleep easy beneath this cherished English sky.
I can sleep easy.
Far up high, swifts dance swiftly,
whilst I drift sleepily
under shimmering blue.
poem by Diana Rosser
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One evening
One evening
~
Caught in the candles lights
Flickering shadows on the wall
Softly the music plays, serenading
Whilst a conversation flows
Like the finest of wine poured
Into the glasses which rolled in hand
Flavour the scent of the evening
The warmest of company, love
Grows in the look of an eye
The curl of every smile
Caught in the candles light
A romance blossoming
Little else is as beautiful
Or motions to the heart
The warming amber glow
Captures in perfect silhouette
The first kiss of the evening
A relationship beginning
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Sonnet
A Fairy Tale (sonnet)
On a forest’s lawn, where elves dance on nocturnal summers,
snow had fallen. Since the little people wears no shoes their
dainty feet can only bear ductile mould and grass in slumber.
They have moved into their cozy houses under green bushes,
homes lit up fireflies caught in summer when evening lasts till
midnight and they need not hide their light under a bushel.
But boars are not so delicate they rough and tumble in snow
and rock around the clock all night when stars are bright and
heaven is near, till the stars get very tired and stop their glow.
Much more snow will fall and hide their irresponsible dancing,
and the snowy stage is taken by white attired hares that jump
about for no reason at all, till the sly red foxes come prancing.
The tall cow of the forest arrives, scrapes away pristine flurry
looking for fine moss to munch and the forest falls eerily fluffy.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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A Matter Of Perspective
Light reflections colour sunset, casting
enchanting shimmer shadows, night cap light.
Light darkling sprays now, now strays out of sight,
elusive dance advancing, fast contrasting,
leaves measured time behind, mocks tight forecasting.
Tints overprint imagination bright
as Nature's way of reaching through insight,
attracts within a vortex spin outlasting
leisure looks, taps latent springs, sees past's sting
engulfed in night-tide swing swirl, sings delight.
No frontiers stand between joy's tears, soul's flight,
and wonder as sight spans light - all surpassing.
Let life through stillness still more life gestate,
anon fey pattern weave paints second state...
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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A Cigarette
A Cigarette
Dawn, yes and the mist, what else do you
expect on lake Martin early and summer?
Swamp cypress dripping with Spanish moss.
I have stopped rowing, water swirling around
Oar blades, the silence is absolute I dare not
Inhale, a bird shrieks, the lake shudders
An evil thought has entered Paradise, I hear
The faint noise of outboard motors,
The moment of ethereal stillness has gone,
I lit a cigarette inhale deeply, exhale and blow
Rings a pure delight into morning air.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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