Twilight Hours
Shadows creep stealthily across the lawn,
Whilst night, unruffled, defies the dawn,
And the moon released from day's embrace,
Smiling, wakes up and shows his face
To this mystic world of the twilight hours,
When all our inherent courage cowers,
And the ghostly darkness closes in,
With haunting sounds of unknown origin,
As each creature ventures out, scurrying,
And time ticks along, but never hurrying,
It's then, when all strange murmurings fade away,
That the moon, returns to the embrace of the hours of day.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Heart's Embrace
for ever shall this curse me?
this fire with it's amazing warmth and beauty
for ever shall i see you in the sky
ur shinning light of care, a lie?
for you will chose the moon, to let your soul fly
she is beautiful how ever am i to deny
im just the water, within the earths embrace
im a silvery thing attached to the moon with a thin lace
for ever shall i see the face
the shinning light above this place
you will choose the moon, to let your hearts combined
in not in the air or the sky, i can see you sun; i am not blind
my moon my moon hear me do you mind?
i am here and you are there; and your smiling so kind.
i am just a moving mirror, reflecting your light
within my beloved earths embrace day and night
could you forgive me my moon for my fright?
could you forgive me my earth for my delight?
could you love me the same my moon?
could you still smile down on me, if you knew my heart's boon?
could you hold me the same my earth, in your embrace if i sang a new tune?
coul you still fill me with light my sun, and sing attune?
for i should not ask for such things
i should answer all of the with great greetings
my moon, my dearest light of silver lace, you should not know of my ravings
my earth my dearest earth with your loving embrace, you shouldnt know of my quislings.
this should haunt me no more
its been open my moon, your magic door
so in twilight that is yet to come, you my moon and my sun may adore
and ill be here your mirror in my earth embrace, hiding my watery hearts face forever more
poem by Elenore Elizabeth
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Mystic Moon
the mystic moon she shines so bright
it fills our hearts with the power of light
mystic me she calls to us
for us to live a life we can not rush
the mystic moon
her silver wind
blows through our world
and binds us to her
mystic moon
why do you love us so
we are born of darkness
yet you shine your light as our protector
mystic moon i understand
you are the darkness in wich we command
poem by Jasmine Appelhaus
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Shadows
The rising of the moon wakes up the shadows
and commands them to emerge from the dark.
The daylight shadows are disappearing fast
with the sparrows the dove and the lark.
As always the light makes way for darkness
as it’s chased from night’s time and space.
The dark shapes seek out those of the light,
at this hour there’s no hiding place.
The shadows of the darkness will not submit,
away from the light they’re there.
Instinctively they wait until it’s eerie
then venture where nothing else dare.
After a night of changing shape and haunting
the shadows themselves feel fear.
The daylight is coming up on the horizon
and the night shadows flee and disappear.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Early Works - There’s A Light
The world seems mystic and unreal
as into the night I steal
seeing shadows on the ground
of towering figures all around.
In the distance, there’s a light
of a candle burning bright
as the moon up high
shines through crevices in the sky.
Like a sleeking ghost, I wander
gazing at the shadows I ponder
in the darkness of the mystic night
and feel the call of a beckoning light.
My shadow seem to run and steal
into the mystic and unreal
as the candle lit by my love sends
cascades of light dancing on the stars above.
Date unknown.
poem by David Harris
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Talking To The Moon.
Here it goes every day every night when the moon is shinning the whole earth
The whole darkness of the world with its night
wishing she is like the moon shines the darkness of others' heart
Wishing that she is the candle of hope and strength of their souls
But every once and while she has to stand up for her self
To charge herself with the strength to go on
Forgetting the distance.. Forgetting the '' memorial '' of the distance
Trying to reach his soul by gazing up into it
Trying to reach what he feels by talking to the moon
Wishing they are in the very same page
Because the moon is the only way to herself to feel secure
To feel him around her..
To listen to his heart's beats.. to feel his arms around her
How much distance is cruel and how much the moon is a healer of the pain
How long every night she spends hours and hours trying to find enough words to tell him how much he is loved by her
How much he is missed … how much she wishes that he is talking to the moon far across the distance
Because it is the only thing that reunion their heart
poem by Sama AlNaber
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Magic Mystic Light
Magic is the mystic glow,
Of the full moon's radiant light.
And though it rises ever slow,
From the sky it shines so bright.
There is a certain magic in the moon,
With clouds streaming across it's face.
As you stare it makes you swoon,
In it's magical embrace.
Illuminating everything at night,
Like a Goddess in he sky.
With her magic mystic light,
Blessing her children from on high.
7/27/10 Alton Texas
poem by Juan Olivarez
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In These Restless Hours....
in these restless hours
one wakes up to share what
innately is also
restless...
thoughts are wanderers
in a caravan of camels
under the full moon amidst
the coldness of dawns...
the desert howls like a fox
asking for names
i whisper my name to the wind
so all the sands of time may know
that i have allowed
to be counted in
in these restless hours
we are too, part of the pack of
those restless creatures
see our shadows under the fullness of the
moon treading the desert sands of time
the foxes, the bats, the snakes,
the cockroaches, the gnats
and the nits and lice.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dust Moon
How long have I been running far far away from you
As many miles as I've gone
Still the darkness comes on
There will be a crimson moon tonight
Dust moon rises...your face haunts me so
Dust moon rises...sanity leaving me soon
I still see your blood on the face of the moon
Your face haunts me, nothing clear now
Dust moon has risen
Bloody, mocking moon
Daylight seems lifetimes away, eternal midnight
Keep running away
Dust moon has risen...haunting me so
Dust moon rises...sanity, leaving me so soon?
I still see your face on the blood of the moon
And when the dust moon rests his weary head
And the sunshine begins to rise
Will I still be here or will I be dead
Is the dawn of a new day just a lie?
Night Roamer
That hateful sun
With rays that burn and blister
With light that wakes a sleeping world
A peaceful world
And once awoken
The fights break out
The war spreads
Because of that hateful sun
I am a creature of night
Night is when I roam
Beneath the moon
I am my strongest
The stars comfort me
The dark soothes my burns
The night flowers
Bloom at my touch
The Nocturnal
Are my people
And when that sun shines
It hides my stars
Covers my moon
My flowers sleep
The creatures of my kingdom
Flee with the fading darkness
Only to reappear at
Twilight
That sun
With rays of fire
Slowly kills
poem by Autumn Winds
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Is All About You
1 hour unity,
2 hours peace,
3 hours playing,
4 hours sleeping,
5 hours smiling,
6 hours living,
7 hours trusting in your muse!
For this river is mine and yours foeevers;
And, i want to be close to you always.
1 hour smiling,
2 hours learning,
3 hours thinking,
4 hours with your muse,
5 hours teaching,
6 hours working,
But, the 7th hour comes for me to sleep with you;
Because, this love is all about you! !
And, i want to be with you always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Black & white and shades of grey.
The curfew marks the fading of the light.
Now is the time when shadows congregate.
In hidden corners where they wait.
To welcome eagerly the fall of night.
Although by daylight forced to hide from sight.
The fall of darkness sets the shadows free
To go about their business secretly.
The quiet hours when the shadows claim their right.
But dawn will come and with the dawn daylight.
The shadows then are forced to hide away.
Throughout the day, to wait impatiently
Counting the hours until the fall of night.
Though where the shadows hide no man can say
With any degree of accuracy.
Tuesday,07 February 2012
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Phenomenon
How dark the night has become
that even the Southern Cross fades away
for hours before daybreak
and with it all the other stars are gone
as if this darkness swallows everything
and even the moon is under siege
and stargazers wonder what awaits humanity
while the darkness challenges their science and equipment
and how dark night has become.
No science can explain it and there is something unreal
from which this darkness comes that even conceals the sun
as if this darkness swallows everything
and this phenomenon draws the attention of the whole of humanity
and there are politicians making wild theories
for hours before daybreak
and religious leaders get upset
since the secular world does not comprehend the impact
from which this darkness comes that even conceals the sun
and they lay charge after charge
and there are deliberated with the key question:
how dark the night has become?
Preachers rise and are convinced that man does not serve God right
and that judgement is at hand
since the secular world does not comprehend the impact
and that something is going to hit earth with a bang
and the destiny of man is loudly lamented
for hours before daybreak
as if God is deciding the lot of man,
as if the universe has come to a standstill
and the judgement is at hand
and people even think of an outer space invasion
and alarmed they drive up and down.
How dark the night has become
for hours before daybreak
and the darkness just keeps on and on
and with it all the other stars are gone
as if the universe has come to a standstill
and even the moon is under siege.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Morning Star
As I wake I see a morning star
through the window dimly shines
its final statement at the closing of the day
I've got a few more minutes of night time before I rise
as the dawn is breaking through the darkness
the morning star will fade but never die
morning star, I can't see your face no more, and that's good
get out now, out on the streets of your nowhere neighborhood
as I laid down last night I felt no pain
the day went on without a sound
another night to put all the business away
I had a few more hours of night time before I'd rise
all the stars were out last night in the sky
I slept right through as they all went by
soon the dawn was breaking up the darkness
the morning star will fade but never die
morning star, I can't see your face no more, and that's good
get out now, out on the streets of your nowhere neighborhood
you come along with a color that I can't match
gold chain and a crystal ball attached
you're coming from the wrong direction
and as I sleep tonight I'll dream of you
sleeping somewhere far away
you come into my head so pretty and so true
I get a few more hours to dream of you till I rise
as the fireworks shoot off in the sky
I sleep right through as it all goes by
soon the darkness would suck up into the dawn
the morning star will fade but never die
morning star, I can't see your face no more, and that's good
get out now, out on the streets of your nowhere neighborhood
you come along with a code that I can't crack
gold chain and a crystal ball attached
you were coming from the wrong direction
you were coming from the wrong direction
you were coming from the wrong direction
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Memories
I remember my father’s garden
Roses grew in full bloom behind the maple tree
That has always been there, in my memory,
Its trunk seemed golden
Beneath the light of the moon and stars in the evening and
At dawn, it would capture the rays of the sun,
Turning copper beneath the shadows cast by the mountains;
I have always adored the nighttime hours-
The stars seemed magical to me, glistening within the darkness and
The moon brings me peace of mind, quietly sleeping,
As its gentle rays illuminated the sky, giving just enough light
So I could see the roses, trees and wildflowers that decorated my father’s garden.
My father passed away twenty years ago and
I can recall his love for nature and his passion for the silence of the evening hours-
So much like mine-so many memories have escaped me but
I can still hear his laughter ringing throughout the valley near our home,
And every time I look upward toward the moon at twilight,
I can nearly see his smile shining through its muted light-
As a gentle breeze would blow, rustling the leaves upon the trees-
It would remind me that my father’s soul is still alive-
I see his face in every rose and his hands grasping the branches on the trees-
And I have always believed that even though people die and
Though their bodies may never be seen again,
The love and recollection of their spirits remain
In the places that they so loved-
My father’s home was in his garden amongst the maple trees, roses and wildflowers, and
In my innermost thoughts, it is there where he remains- and
Every day and every night, when I walk amongst the trees and flowers
I can hear his voice calling my name and in my heart I know
He can still hear my voice and see my face, as in the light of the moon and stars-
We shall be bonded in spirit for an eternity.
Claudia Krizay
poem by Claudia Krizay
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The Village Saturday Night
The damsel from the field returns,
The sun is sinking in the west;
Her bundle on her head she sets,
And in her hand she bears
A bunch of roses and of violets.
To-morrow is a holiday,
And she, as usual, must them wear
Upon her bodice, in her hair.
The old crone sits among her mates,
Upon the stairs, and spins;
And, looking at the fading light,
Of good old-fashioned times she prates,
When she, too, dressed for holidays,
And with light heart, and limb as light,
Would dance at night
With the companions of her merry days.
The twilight shades around us close,
The sky to deepest blue is turned;
From hills and roofs the shadows fall,
And the new moon her face of silver shows.
And now the cheerful bell
Proclaims the coming festival.
By its familiar voice
How every heart is cheered!
The children all in troops,
Around the little square
Go, leaping here and there,
And make a joyful sound.
Meanwhile the ploughman, whistling, returns
Unto his humble nest,
And thinks with pleasure of his day of rest.
Then, when all other lights are out,
And all is silent round,
The hammer's stroke we hear,
We hear the saw of carpenter,
Who with closed doors his vigil keeps,
Toils o'er his lamp and strives so hard,
His work to finish ere the dawn appear.
The dearest day of all the week
Is this, of hope and joy so full;
To-morrow, sad and dull,
The hours will bring, for each must in his thought
His customary task-work seek.
Thou little, sportive boy,
This blooming age of thine
Is like to-day, so full of joy;
And is the day, indeed,
That must the sabbath of thy life precede.
Enjoy, it, then, my darling child,
Nor speed the flying hours!
I say to thee no more:
Alas, in this sad world of ours,
How far exceeds the holiday,
The day that goes before!
poem by Count Giacomo Leopardi
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The Nightingale Near The House
Here is the soundless cypress on the lawn:
It listens, listens. Taller trees beyond
Listen. The moon at the unruffled pond
Stares. And you sing, you sing.
That star-enchanted song falls through the air
From lawn to lawn down terraces of sound,
Darts in white arrows on the shadowed ground;
And all the night you sing.
My dreams are flowers to which you are a bee
As all night long I listen, and my brain
Receives your song, then loses it again
In moonlight on the lawn.
Now is your voice a marble high and white,
Then like a mist on fields of paradise,
Now is a raging fire, then is like ice,
Then breaks, and it is dawn.
poem by Harold Monro
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NEW Breath Of Life
I look has the sun rises to bring the end of a cold night
The breeze of the morning sun wakes up the world
But there are parts that don’t get touched by the sun
The dark figures rest in the shadows
The wait for the night to come alive
Blood thirsty with a moments notice
There are some people that can go into the shadows
They are outsiders of the mortal race
They want to learn about the magic that make up life
The dark figures tell the outsides about the way of the night
They ask an outsider to join their side
The outsider agrees without hesitation
He becomes a creature of both night and day
He gets a new breath of life
The power of love, hate and pain went thought his body
The day sun shined and hurt his eyes
He is becoming a werewolf
With blood boiling in his veins
He thinks what he did to his life
I am a creature of the night he yells to the moon
That this a sound he hears in his ears
He opens his eyes and finds that it was all a dream
Or was it
That night the full moon rise
And fur goes around him and he howls long and loud
Blood lust in his new eyes looking for a kill
He takes on a bear and eats until full
And runs away and wakes up to the sun again
Does not remember anything
Except a new breath of life
poem by Thomas Henderson
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Son Of The Moon
Son of the moon
You are brilliant
You are bright
We wanted so much to apologize because we didn’t know you that Well before
Son of the moon
Yes we are both guilty of that
Son of the moon
We had been more occupied with ourselves
Son of the moon
We think that it was so silly and selfish
Only now we realize that
Son of the moon
You are a friend of the sky
The sky would be lost without you
We would be lost without you also
Son of the moon
We know the real you
Son of the moon
We know this innocent world that it is only in our minds
In reality it is not an innocent world
It is an ugly picture that we all paint
And of course it will always remain in our minds
Son of the moon
Dear Lord you know the son of the moon
You created it also
Lets embrace
The son of the moon
Son of the moon
If we will ever find love we hope it will last forever
Son of the moon
We are the warriors of the earth
We fight for freedom
We fight for love
We fight for peace
We fight for what we believe in
Son of the moon
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Nature's Love Song (a sonnet)
Nature's Love Song
Aurora's ballad wakes the sleeping Sun
and lulls the Moon to fade and sleep by light;
the Sun sends out his morning rays to shun
the dark and melt the sable cloak of night.
Impassioned by Aurora's blushing arcs
that cross a morning sky of palest blues
imbued with color and resplendent sparks
that arch in sinuous prismatic hues,
the Earth is girdled in a warm embrace
that casts a glow upon the nimbus cloud.
A cerise flush which mounts to Gaia's face
reflects her passion for the Sun, who's proud
to be the one to seed Earth Mother's womb
with energy to tend to nature's bloom.
©2008 Dawn Slanker
poem by Dawn Slanker
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Moonbeams
The howl of the night
Wakes me from my dreams
To gaze out the windows
At twinkling moonbeams
Landing on branches
Then disappearing at second glances
Like mystic things seen in the east
They’re swallowed up by night and beast
Yet on still running streams
There is still seen moonbeams
Riding on the crest of waves
Bobbing like grass in the everglades
Until dawn breaks
When once more they disappear
Never to return at all
Until the next moon fall
(date written unknown)
poem by David Harris
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