Darkness Rush On (Cavatina)
With the last fading of manmade light
darkness rush on,
with the silver-grey twilight sneaking in,
the sun is gone
and blue-white the evening star does shine,
while solid like stone
the shadows falls, everything turns to black,
as if the sun will never again be back.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Morning Star
IN the black pool of the midnight Lu has slung the morning star,
And its foam in rippling silver whitens into day afar
Falling on the mountain rampart piled with pearl above our glen,
Only you and I, beloved, moving in the fields of men.
In the dark tarn of my spirit, love, the morning star, is lit;
And its halo, ever brightening, lightens into dawn in it.
Love, a pearl-grey dawn in darkness, breathing peace without desire;
But I fain would shun the burning terrors of the mid-day fire.
Through the faint and tender airs of twilight star on star may gaze,
But the eyes of light are blinded in the white flame of the days,
From the heat that melts together oft a rarer essence slips,
And our hearts may still be parted in the meeting of the lips.
What a darkness would I gaze on when the day had passed the west,
If my eyes were dazed and blinded by the whiteness of a breast?
Never through the diamond darkness could I hope to see afar
Where beyond the pearly rampart burned the purer evening star.
poem by George William Russell
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The Conscientious Deacon
(A song to be syncopated as you please)
Black cats, grey cats, green cats miau—
Chasing the deacon who stole the cow.
He runs and tumbles, he tumbles and runs.
He sees big white men with dogs and guns.
He falls down flat. He turns to stare—
No cats, no dogs, and no men there.
But black shadows, grey shadows, green shadows come.
The wind says, 'Miau!' and the rain says, 'Hum!'
He goes straight home. He dreams all night.
He howls. He puts his wife in a fright.
Black devils, grey devils, green devils shine—
Yes, by Sambo,
And the fire looks fine!
Cat devils, dog devils, cow devils grin—
Yes, by Sambo,
And the fire rolls in.
And so, next day, to avoid the worst—
He takes that cow
Where he found her first.
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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A Poem of Night and Fall
I thank you for the moon at night
and also for the stars that shine
and basking in it heavenly light
I wish the universe were mine
A midnight breeze
tosses my hair
and blows the leaves
of hidden trees
into fall air
a silver light
shines on the grass
a rabbits flight
then safe at last
at home tonight
a silver silence
speaks its presence
to the world
and in the fading, evening light
the dew drifts down
behold, the night
We see the shadows running past
and in the corners of our minds
we count the summer days till last
and the beginning is falls time
the scarlet leaves are mine
poem by Elizabeth Shield
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A spring evening
Outside the irises flower yellow and purple
and I haven’t seen a red one yet
and there are some pink and white blossoms
on the fruit trees
and the streetlights burn continually
glowing orange-yellow
all day and all night
as if the municipality
does not know how to do things right
and in the fading evening light
the moon is full and white
and the evening star is already shining bright
and a hot breeze sweeps in
through the open windows
and I wonder when the first spring rain
is going to fall
and in the distance I see thunder
crashing down
in blue-white flashes, but the storm
is blown away and again the sky is clear
and the black speckled by stars.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Venetian Night
Her eyes in the darkness shone, in the twilight shed
By the gondola bent like the darkness over her head.
Softly the gondola rocked, lights came and went;
A white glove shone as her black fan lifted and leant
Where the silk of her dress, the blue of a bittern's wing,
Rustled against my knee, and, murmuring
The sweet slow hesitant English of a child,
Her voice was articulate laughter, her soul smiled.
Softly the gondola rocked, lights came and went;
From the sleeping houses a shadow of slumber leant
Over our heads like a wing, and the dim lagoon,
Rustling with silence, slumbered under the moon.
Softly the gondola rocked, and a pale light came
Over the waters, mild as a silver flame;
She lay back, thrilling with smiles, in the twilight shed
By the gondola bend like the darkness over her head;
I saw her eyes shine subtly, then close awhile:
I remember her silence, and, in the night, her smile.
poem by Arthur Symons
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Dusk At Princeton Station
man on the platform
Northward trains
waits pressed against
late summer
still-green
densities
rush as only
shadows can
sun slants/the dark slides easily in
tree clusters red, yellow
tinged, early October, top
limb silver shine leans
downhill over-catches the
man leaning on a rail face
to late sun, worker, dirty,
pants torn, catches it
in the ear (so it appears)
he does not move, think,
fears what might occur
from such a limb
there
at this late hour
sun and shadow slide
away from each as I wait
the train here more mine
to outrun what is left
behind
chase a horizon
toward gold then red to
Magic 10** never old or
worn as am I rush
rocked by track
lilt wheel tilt
toward melting
darkness
a permanent one
hang some where
it is a song once
upon a star all
child's play now
for now
anticipate
sitting here
the jolt
to begin
this
all the
slow coming
to speed
then
the sway at day's end
shall not hold back
these tears for fear
of no press to return
for now
but to sway
**Magic 10 is that name photographers use to describe
a quality of light past sunset but not yet fully dark
which is 'magic' to photograph as there is a visible
dark blue/black shine not seen at any other time.
poem by Warren Falcon
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Day and Night
I love you in the morning
when dew lies on the grass
As gentle light comes sneaking
and night's shadows slowly pass
I love you in the afternoon
when sky turns vivid blue
As nature's pallet brightens
and my thoughts return to you
I love you in the evening
when day gently winds down
As nature dons her slippers
and a softly flowing gown
I love you in night's darkness
when warmth of bodies meet
As I lie with you in fullness
and my yearnings are complete
Your love is with me day and night
and comes in many flavors
As joy fills up my being
and never seems to waver
poem by Mark Bratlie
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Shades of Grey
Black is the color of the night
Grey is the shadow of you I sight
White is the shirt you wear
Black is your suit I declare
White is the wall you lean against
Grey is our path I sensed
Black is the memory I lost
Black is the road we never crossed
Grey is the prospect of the day
Grey is the taxi driving away
Black is the truth to never find you
Black is everything I can't undo
Black is my room without light
White is my color of hope in spite
Grey is the circle around my heart
Black is the truth like a work of art
© 2011
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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Grey Blue Eyes
I feel for the light
Your glory was lost that night
And no mind can't get me right
And now I'm praying that you'll find me out
Stone, stone has pulled me down
But my faith has got me bound to your grey blue eyes
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Don't forget my broken heart
You remember it from the start
You made it and it's all a part
Of your grey blue eyes
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
You're gone and I know I'm dead
I've lost my way
Can't find me in your grey blue eyes
Grey blue eyes
Grey blue eyes
Grey blue eyes
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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Star Bright
Star bright, first star I see tonight
Could you oh would you please shine your light
Shine it so I can see, my savior smilin at me
Star bright, I hear you once proclaimed
This is the way, keep on followin me
And at the end of the road will be, a baby
And there, in him youll find, a love that is truly blind
Given so from your heart that love that light, could shine
Shine, shine, shine, shine
Star bright, first star they saw that night
I am aware that this love is for me
And the greatest of gifts is free
Yet my heart of hearts is heavy
Star bright, if I give you my hand
Could you oh would you please see me through
I would love to take my heart blue, and give it to you
And there, in my heart youll find, a love that is truly blind
Given to me, so that I could let my, light shine
Shine, shine, shine, shine,
Star bright
Star bright, star bright, star bright
Star bright, star bright
Shine your light
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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Forgotten
Lords of the Nursery
Wait in a row,
Five on the high wall,
And four on the low;
Big Kings and Little Kings,
Brown Bears and Black,
All of them waiting
Till John comes back.
Some think that John boy
Is lost in the wood,
Some say he couldn’t be,
Some say he could.
Some think that John boy
Hides on the hill;
Some say he won’t come back,
Some say he will.
High was the sun, when
John went away . . .
Here they’ve been waiting
All through the day;
Big Bears and Little Bears,
White Kings and Black,
All of them waiting
Till John comes back.
Lords of the Nursery
Looked down the hill,
Some saw the sheep-fold,
Some say the mill;
Some saw the roofs
Of the little grey town . . .
And their shadows grew long
As the sun slipt down.
Gold between the poplars
An old moon shows;
Silver up the star-way
The full moon rose;
Silver down the star-way
The old moon crept . . .
And, one by another,
The grey fields slept.
Lords of the Nursery
Their still watch keep . . .
They hear from the sheep-fold
The rustle of sheep.
A young bird twitters
And hides its head;
A little wind suddenly
Breathes, and is dead.
Slowly and slowly
Dawns the new day . . .
What’s become of John boy?
No one can say.
Some think that John boy
Is lost on the hill;
Some say he won’t come back,
Some say he will.
What's become of John boy?
Nothing at all,
He played with his skipping rope,
He played with his ball.
He ran after butterflies,
Blue ones and red;
He did a hundred happy things—
And then went to bed.
poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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Black and White (Stream XV)
I have black thoughts,
It is a black day,
A day when the black dog
Coal black, hovers at my shoulder.
I shoulder the burden.
Deep in the black hole.
Black as a black hearted night.
Negative.
Stark.
Black and white.
I do not call my good days white days.
Why?
Or have white thoughts
On a white day,
When the white dog
Pure white sits upon my shoulder.
Which is unburdened.
Out of the pit,
Luxuriating in the bright white light;
White as the purest snow.
Positive.
For we live in a too white world
Maybe we should have grey days,
And light days.
Why should Black be negative and White poitive?
For me then, today is a grey day.
Maybe tomorrow will be a light day.
Copyright P H Brookes 2012
poem by Paul Brookes
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Just The Same
Theres a light from afar
Like some distant star
It doesnt really matter where you are
One man was happy
One lived in sorrow
Overseer said theyll meet tomorrow
One man was wealthy
One had to borrow
Overseer said theyll meet tomorrow
Theres a light from afar
Like some distant star
It doesnt really matter where you are
Its just the same
Moons silver face
Dark shadows on the wall
Light playing games as evening falls
And when the sunshine
Cant warm your heart again
Soar with the starlight on the evening wind
Theres a light from afar
Like some distant star
It doesnt really matter where you are
Theres a way
Even though your heart is broken
Now by the close
Of one door
Another opens
Leave your heat wide open
The door will open
Theres a light from afar
Like some distant star
It doesnt matter where you are
Its just the same
Its just the same
Its just the same
Its just the same
song performed by by Jefferson Starship
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Josephina
Josephina, theres so much I want to know
Ive known you for all of mine
But not all of yours
Youre not a stranger
No, nothing could be further
I look back and I wonder
What you were like, long before
Josephina, if I asked you, would you tell me?
The fact from the fancy
And the dreams in between
Tell me a story
All about yours truly
Photographs from the past
Imagine the mystery
Didja get your head lost in a daydream?
Cinderella, waiting for her charming
Did ya break a heart, like little girls often do?
Pigtails and painted toes
All dressed up in your mothers clothes
Can you shine the light?
Ah, can you shine the light?
Oh, please can you shine some light?
Yeah, can you shine the light?
Shine the light on a shadow
Josephina, would you lay down your defenses?
So I can make sense of
Those colors fading to grey
Its not that youre hiding
Something, Id never imply
Yesteryear I may be gone
Cant say the same for today
Yeah, josephina!
Ah, josephina!
How else am I to know, that all the while
There was a mischievous look, behind that smile?
Its hard to tell, when innocence comes and goes
Im sure that there were times, life could be unkind
Without a shoulder to cry on
Can you shine the light?
Ah, can you shine the light?
Yeah, please can you shine some light?
Yeah, can you shine the light?
Yeah, can you shine the light?
Shine the light on a shadow
(ah-ah-ah)
(ah-ah-ah)
(ah-ah-ah)
song performed by by Van Halen
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Sometimes Thunder Draws
Sometimes thunder draws blue white lines at night,
rain falls pouring
and later when the clouds open
God displays His stars.
They shine secretly,
bringing light to a dark universe,
sparkle as if they are beacons
from which the light falls,
as if they are indicating
the way back to home.
poem by Gert Strydom
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No Sun or Moon
Shadows cast over shadows
until they’re the darkest black.
When will the Earth be as before,
when will the light be back?
It’s months since we’ve seen the sun
and our skins are turning white.
The food and water is running out
and we desperately need the light.
Will we ever see blue skies again
and I would love to see the moon?
What can we do with the darkened sky
something better happen soon?
Women are giving sex for nourishment
and some are still having kids.
What future do these children have
with their cribs of dustbin lids?
I would love to look on the brighter side,
but in a world of darkness this cannot be.
I think the best thing that we can do
is dig a hole for you and me.
poem by Orlando Belo
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The Darkness Falls Like A Shadow Over You (In Answer To Pablo Neruda)
The darkness falls like a shadow over you,
where your eyes gleam like that of a cat
as the silver twilight sudden start to rush in
and abstracted your face fades into twilight.
Without a word you gaze into the night,
gaze down at neon lights flickering on,
while I am alone in our big hot bed
and there is a kind of loneliness that comes
with this early evening’s magical hour,
while the sun flames in its red glowing fire
that splashes over your white dress
as the night sets its roots into our souls
while hidden things suddenly come to life,
as your gentle laughter touches me very deep
when you enter our bedroom with a bottle
full of sparkling champagne, full of joy.
Suddenly life is rich as if the act of creation,
is in every gentle touch, as if new beginnings
of love, joy and tender bliss are totally endless
as the city lights suddenly wink on below.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Now the day is over.
Now the day is over.
Night is drawing nigh
Shadows of the evening
Creep across the sky.
Tribute to
Sabine Baring Gold 1865
Now the day is over.
The blue twilight falls.
I see shadows hover
Hiding garden walls.
Night is drawing nigh.
The bustle of the day.
Fades as the minutes fly.
I find time to pray.
Shadows of the evening.
Congregate en mass.
Soothing and relieving.
All my worries pass.
Creep across the sky.
Where they go I do not know.
Nor the reason why.
Gladly I let them go.
Wednesday,13 June 2012
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Modern Love XXXII (Okie the zen golden retreiver)
Evening star gives eternal kisses of fireflies
to the dark face of the moon
the joyful moon cracks an ocher grin
and falls in love with a reflection
on the green river
the red tails of dancing fireflies
escape from the moon's mouth
into the adoration
Racoons take off their masks
preparing for bed
the river politely refuses
to carry the lunar mirror
leaves it at the waterfall's door
who returns it to the evening star
during the moon's void
a mocking bird awakens the meditating trees
the rocks hidden under the falls miss the sun
the sun's lover lives an hour of light years away
the lunar grin, reflection, evening star
seek hiding places from the dawn
the sudden stillness gives birth
to thousand of mohican souls
who dance in concentric circles
while running down whitmore falls
the evening star ashamed of history
fades into the blue
the moon finds great happiness
in disappearing
the unseen ocean opens arms
and awaits the moon's image
arias of water sing
eternal mantras
where mind's heart dances
joyous silence of a single note
a breath whispering by
between the longing of the ocean
and the moon's love of infinite reflections
and the adoring evening star
an open window creates a wall
of antigue white and mauve moths
as a golden retreiver leaps from a black rock
chasing a teasing blue heron who flies
up over black trees into the bend of the river
creating dawn, as the golden bellyflops laughing
poem by Liberatore Suffoletta
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Like a Star!
Like a star I shine,
I shine among many and still feel special.
Like a star I shine,
I shine and know i have accomplished my mission.
Like a star i shine,
I shine high in the sky,
and realize it is worth my time.
Like a Star I shine,
Shine next to the moon,
and feel the inspiration.
Like a star I shine,
and know that my light counts.
Like a star I shine,
on a cloudy night,
and believe there is tomorrow.
Like a star i shine,
Sometimes alone on a lonely night,
And feel like a star.
Am a star, that i believe,
Coz in all that i do I shine,
And wait for the Night i will shine alone!
poem by Grace Andahwa
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