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Near the old chestnut tree

I idly wished upon a falling star
far away in the night sky
and glimpsed your ghost
passing by

under a silver moon
with fair hair streaming
down your cheeks
and you were glowing white
as if shimmering

and still your voice
was filled with love
and soft almost as the breeze
blowing above my head
through the old chestnut tree

and sadly we had to part
at the start of day
and your goodbye
still lingers with me.

poem by Gert Strydom
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A Night of Glory

A night of glory
With the silver moon peeking
From the soft wisps of white folds
Hand in hand they move
Two vigilant shadows,
In a second
Mold into one
Brown witch hazel
Gaze into torrential depths
Mesmerized by the glowing amber
Tasting the sweetness of honey suckle
Oblivious to the outside world
The fire roars
And the flame dances
Sweet surrender sings
Trickling droplets sway
And passion sips the nectar
All through the night
Over and over again
Hypnotized by the melody
The soft breeze whispering
Tender notes of love
Shaped as heart bubbles
With the silver moon peeking
On the night of glory

poem by Aminath Neena
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Roses and Dreams

Swinging from a tree in the middle of the sky
Catching a star
Holding it tight
Kicking at clouds passing far below
A rose clutched in my hand
The moon a reflection of my happiness
Letting my balloon float away
Dropping my rose
Swinging out
Like a shooting star
Glowing in the night
My head in the clouds
Dreaming my dreams
Falling with my rose
Falling with the rain
Flapping my wings and rising into the air
Swooping away holding my rose
Bursting through the clouds
Breaking up the rainbow
Settling on my swing
In the middle of the sky

poem by Tsunami HiroshiSu
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Your Hair

Your hair, a city of chestnut brown
With locks resilient like hands, steady ambidextrous hands
And the chamomile bliss and breeze in the land,
Subtly sit like an orphaned child

Your hair, and the enticing air
Twisted and curled, devoured by a cicada
With pointed antenna beaming forward
Quantum leaps and celestial bodies reunited

Your hair, of soft and cozy feel
Buried me underneath the aroma
Of coffee-laced and inebriated mornings,
In the strands of the rays of the Sun,

Hanging by a thread,
Dwindling by the street lamps that flicker -
Ensconced in the premise of the night
And the eyes resembling a masked crescent moon

Then it should appear to me,
Like a fire and a name emblazoned on pavements
Talking like puppets and mannequins
With shunned eyes and stationary stances

Your hair, not that I know of -
The surreal and bizarre complex
Of the strands and locks that entwine
With fate and time, leaving me dismantled

I feel naked underneath your hair,
And over your lips, your lips of iridescence
My soul, lit like fireworks in high spirits
My oh my, do I wish to be buried underneath your hair

If I couldn't see you, like time eschewing the breath
Of sunshine's mouth, and the prying moon
Then I shall think of your hair and not your feet
For it is in your hair, have I found divine solace

And when I run my hands and caress thy chestnut brown
Of a hair so delighted by the chandeliers and lamps,
I feel my soul runaway in the impasse, the opaque tunnel
Your hair not of the arbitrator, not the trivial, but the certain

Your hair of enthralling fragrance and glowing with poise
Like stellar eyes in the dead azure, not resurrected
I long for your hair, and for your soul, like water flowing endlessly
And perhaps my love for you, on a mountainside streaming like a river.

poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr
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My Love Outshines The Summer Sun (Sonnet Corona)

(after William Shakespeare)

I

My love outshines the summer sun,
even stars in their remote twinkling light
and her eyes are more beautiful, each one
than the stars glimmering at night

Her cheeks is dimpled cute
her hair is an auburn crown,
her cheeks is rosy beyond repute
her hair is sun-shot twisting in a way of their own.

Her lips are more soft and warm
and her spirit is more mild
than a ray of light falling on my arm
or at times more free and wild

than birds where they fly,
my love is like the radiant sapphire sky.

II

My love is like the radiant sapphire sky
like the breeze rustling through trees
so lovely on my eye,
eager to please.

My love is like the summer sun,
like the blue hued sea
always warm and full of fun,
touching me gently

even when the darkness calls
and when time goes to its finality
like a star her light still falls,
my love stays true to me

in every thing her face I see
so gentle, sweet and free.

III

So gentle, sweet and free
my love lives her life
but I long for her to be near to me
in a world without any strive.

Like a lily prospering alone in the marsh
blooming pure and serene,
my darling lives unknown to a world harsh
out of control, away from the limelight scene

and in that rural place
her beauty is untouched by makeup,
filled with a sweet grace
and even in the morning when she wakes up

the sun is in her hair,
my darling is really fair.

IV

My darling is really fair
there are stars in her eyes,
she’s the most beautiful flower found anywhere,
her eyes are much more pure than the bluest skies.

When she smiles at me,
smiling tenderly,
I in her smile blessings see
as if love is there in all of its glory.

Still more so the bliss
that is caught in her kiss
that comes from the divine
which she is making mine

and sometimes the beauty makes her cry,
when the day flutters by.

V

When the day flutters by
with the sun setting red
you will find my love and I
where stars come out from bed,

then like a butterfly
the sun kisses the night,
touches the dark low and high
before it goes by with its last light

and she unloosens my tie
while we watch the full yellow moon,
while the fire in her eyes lie
sparkling, much brighter than the sunny afternoon,

but with a passing bat flying low she catches a fright,
while the stars are shining bright.

VII

While the stars are shining bright
like jewels in the sky’s crown
on a winter night
it has tranquillity, a beauty of its own,

her eyes are radiant,
as if aflame
lovely and brilliant
and of some she know the name

and something indiscernibly small
creeps into the very soul, into the heart
and of it that is all,
a smouldering, something with which we cannot part:

to me she remains the only one in joy and fun,
my love outshines the summer sun.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Her protector

The moon was shining over a town
It was pure quiet
Until the moon heard a giggle in the park

A woman with chestnut hair was walking around the grass
The wind was blowing around her nightgown
As if it was guiding her to dance

She twirled around in the night giggling
Like a little girl again
She was the moon's daughter
Every night the moon would watch over her
The moon is her protector

poem by Krystal Galvis
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Blow Out The Stars, Turn Off The Moon

Here on the hilltop where we fell in love
Many moons later, now were giving up
I start the engine, you start to cry
Its a beautiful memory but a sad sad goodbye.
How many times have we wished on a star,
Wrapped up in a quilt on the hood of my car
We saw halleys comet in lunar eclipse
And I sure saw heaven when I tasted your lips.
So blow out the stars, turn off the moon
Fade out the crickets and the nightingales tune
Take down the magnolias that ride the soft wind
Another love story has come to an end
When our love was new as the first evening star
We both said Ill worship you just as you are
Then I tried to change you, girl, and I dont know why
You tried to change me, hey we might as well try.
To blow out the stars, turn off the moon
Fade out the crickets and the nightingales tune
Take down the magnolias that ride the soft wind
Another love story has come to an end.
Take down the magnolias that ride the soft wind
Another love story has come to an end

song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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A Portrait

LIKE the sway of the silver birch in the breeze of dawn
Is her dainty way;
Like the gray of a twilight sky or a starlit lawn
Are her eyes of gray;
Like the clouds in their moving white
Is her breast's soft stir;
And white as the moon and bright
Is the soul of her.

Like murmur of woods in spring ere the leaves be green,
Like the voice of a bird
That sings by a stream that sings through the night unseen,
So her voice is heard.
And the secret her eyes withhold
In my soul abides,
For white as the moon and cold
Is the heart she hides.

poem by Edith Nesbit
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Wishing on a shooting star

I wished upon a shooting star
As it went through the sky,
I wished upon a shooting star
As it shot right by.

I wished upon a shooting star
That my prayers would all come true,
I wished upon a shooting star
And then I thought of you.

I wished upon a shooting star
And noticed I was crying,
I wished upon a shooting star
And realized I was dying.

I wished upon a shooting star
But my wish never came true,
I wished upon a shooting star
And hoped it would get me through.

I wished upon a shooting star
That the she would still be there,
I wished upon a shooting star
That she would always care.

I wished upon a shooting star
Here in this night sky,
I wished upon a shooting star
That our love will never die.

poem by Xx Charmer Xx
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The Ghost and Her horse

Everynight in the dark she walks
Everynight in the meadow he neighs
She walks out to her horse
He raises his ghostly head, spots his owner
And neighs
Only true people can hear this frost filled noise
To her ear it sounds of peace and stillness
To people around it sounds spoky filled with wondering souls
Like the wind
Or the soft rain
Everynight in the dark she walks
Everynight in the meadow he neighs
The ghost walks with her silver hair blowing
In the pony tail that shall never change
She carries his halter in one hand her other hand
Hangs open ready to stroke his transparent maine
Down his silver back
Everynight in the dark she walks
Everynight in the meadow he neighs
The horse to his girl
They are still, his head and long neck
Rested on her shoulder, her arms around his neck
Running her fingers through his maine
The ghost and her horse.

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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The Silver Moon

The silver moon is up, the sterling silver down,
Lucinda comes down to sup, in elegant evening gown.
Without, in starlit darkness, dreaming is the town,
within, the beams of happiness are streaming from her crown.
Golden chestnut tresses, soft eyes of honey brown,
my prayer's that ne'er her features fair should frame care, wear, wear frown.
Should sorrows wear or grieve her, then groundless life would sound.
Lucinda is dressing for dinner in gossamer evening gown.

(23 March 1975)

poem by Jonathan Robin
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I Made A Wish

I made a wish upon a
Falling star

“Hoping”

“Eagerly”

To make that one
Little wish

“In hoping”

My wish would prevail
Itself

To be true
And start the rain

“Or maybe snow”

And let me make it
To a Beauty salon

While I attempt to sing
Ain’t no sunshine when
He’s gone

“As”

The dogs howl at the
Moon.

“Or maybe”

My singing

“Lord”

My wish was not granted
For I still can’t sing

The dogs and cats seem

To appear disturb when I
Sing

They howl and meow

I wished upon a falling
Star

For a singing voice that
Would make me rich

“maybe a bit famous”

“Laugh”

So, that dream just
Blew away

Within the frosty winds

In the year of the rain

Washed away with the
High tide

I wished upon a falling
Star

Didn’t get my wish but

That beautiful little twinkling
Star

Was truly intriguing for the
Eye to see

“Thank God”

I went to a beauty salon

Got the works

Clean down to my toes

Ain’t that grand and I

And I feel brand new

poem by Carolyn Sears
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Sky Star' (On A Peaceful Night)

Sky Star…., so far….., on a peaceful night….,
Blinking…, twinkling…, with a wondrous light…,
Sky Star…., so far…., sparkling so bright….,
Shimmering…, quivering…, on a peaceful night.

Celestial flame…. Glowing with delight….,
Gleaming, flashing, glimmering white….,
Radiant spirit…., such a beautiful sight…,
Sky Star…., so far….., on a peaceful night.

poem by Trade Martin
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There She Is

There she is
Standing in the sun
Like a glittering prize
Awarded to my eyes.
Sparkling
As silver stream does run
And is gone
Like a breeze
As fragile beauty flees.
There she is
Running through the night
Like a long lost dream
Clothed in crinoline cream
Glowing
Like a shooting star
Shimmering in flight
Passion burns so bright
Then she fades
Through moonlit glades
Like a wish set free
For eternity.

poem by Kevin East
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I saw an enemy soldier smoking

I saw an enemy soldier smoking
a long cigar and the flaming match
lit up the sight
and the glowing red
draw my aim

and the shell soundless fell
under the tree
and stars were in a black night
glowing as if knowing
where the angel of death
would visit next

and I used a branch as a gun rest
took another magazine
from the webbing on my chest
and clipped it on to the rifle.

A soft breeze started blowing
and I adjusted the sight
searching through the dark night
for movement or anything
that gave away the location
of the next enemy soldier.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Haunted In Old Japan

I
Music of the star-shine shimmering o’er the sea
Mirror me no longer in the dusk of memory:
Dim and white the rose-leaves drift along the shore
Wind among the roses, blow no more!

II
All along the purple creek, lit with silver foam,
Silent, silent voices, cry no more of home;
Soft beyond the cherry-trees, o’er the dim lagoon,
Dawns the crimson lantern of the large low moon.

III
We that loved in April, we that turned away
Laughing, ere the wood-dove crooned across the May,
Watch the withered rose-leaves drift along the shore.
Wind among the roses, blow no more!

IV
We that saw the winter waste the weeping bower,
We that saw the young love perish like a flower,
We that saw the dark eyes deepening with tears,
Hear the vanished voices in the land beyond the years.

V
We that hurt the thing we loved; we that went astray,
We that in the darkness idly dreamed of day . . .
. . . Ah! The dreary rose-leaves drift along the shore.
Wind among the roses, blow no more!

VI
Lonely starry faces, wonderful and white,
Yearning with a cry across the dim sweet night,
All our dreams are blown a-drift as flowers before a fan,
All our hearts are haunted in the heart of old Japan.

VII
Haunted, haunted, haunted; we that mocked and sinned
Hear the vanished voices wailing down the wind,
Watch the ruined rose-leaves drift along the shore;
Wind among the roses, blow no more!

VIII
We, the sons of reason, we that chose to bride
Knowledge and rejected the Dream that we denied,
We that mocked the Holy Ghost and chose the Son of Man, [1]
Now must wander haunted in the heart of old Japan

IX
Haunted, haunted, haunted, by the sound of falling tears,
Haunted, haunted, haunted, by the yearning of the years;
Ah! the phantom rose-leaves drift along the shore;
Wind among the roses, blow no more!

X
All along the purple creek, lit with silver foam,
Sobbing, sobbing voices, cry no more of home:
Soft beyond the cherry trees, o’er the dim lagoon,
Dawns the crimson lantern of the large, low moon.

poem by Alfred Noyes
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A Shooting Star Flew By One Night

A shooting Star flew by one night
I wished upon its burning light
I wished for love to fill a heart
For love taken away in the dark

A Shooting Star flew by one night
I wished upon its burning light
My wish was answered by you and you
Who would have known the love of few
Would grow to heaven’s blue

A Shooting Star flew by one night
I wished upon its burning light
A knight in shining armor you might not be
A protector with strength and love you have given me

A Shooting Star flew by one night
I wished upon its burning light
Your love for us you have not failed
You took our hands and rode the Shooting Star’s tail

A Shooting Star flew by one night
I wished upon its burning light
Although I wished for many more
My love for you I will always adore

A Shooting Star flew by one night
I wished upon its burning light
May heaven bring us Peace
Your love for us will never cease

poem by Anthony Wayne Parran
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Nightfall

Once upon these rocks
Sat a maiden glowing
Hair tossing wildly
In the wind, just flowing
But lights grew dimmer
With the sun that's setting
The sky turned greyish
And night started falling.

Never was a night so dreary
As before, it had been dreamy
When the angels refrained looking
At the maiden sadly weeping.

Yes, upon those rocks
A maiden, eyes glowing
Burning much redder
Than the sun that's setting
Waits for the darkness
Now completely falling.
.

poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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I wished upon a star one day

I wished upon a star one day
As it went shooting through the sky,
I wished upon a star one day
As it passed me by.

I wished upon a star one day
That my prays come true,
I wished upon a star one day
And then i thought of you.

I wished upon a star one day
And realised i was crying,
I wished upon a star one day
Then dreamed that i was dying.

I wished upon a star one day
But my wish never became real,
I wished upon a star one day
And realised what i feel....

Nothing!

poem by Katy Allen
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God's Christmas Tree

The traveler told me,
That He had walked far.
And He knew,
He had not much father to go,

Than He asked me,

Did I see the Christmas tree,

With a bright star,
covered in blankets of snow,

Fighting for life,
against nature and man's war.
Needing to find peace for the soul,

Touched by a angel's tear.
Standing alone out in the cold.


Once there was a little Christmas tree,
Adorned with a heavenly star,
Covered with soft blankets of snow,
every year,
The little tree would grow.

Sometime someone would come along.
Leaving footprints in the falling snow,
When they are far from home,
Somewhere out in the cold.

They could see the star on the tree,
Covered with soft blankets of snow.
The little Christmas tree seems to glow.
Decorated By God's hand.
A gift for every man.
A soft light,
in the dark night,
Offering peace for the soul.

See God's Christmas tree,
Adorned with a heavenly star,
A reminder of love,
A star from above,
For the world to see.
God's Christmas tree.

He didn't choose the tallest.
tree in the forest.
He saw that little tree stand alone.
A place where the soul can rest,
While the traveler walks home.
Did you see?
God's Christmas tree.

poem by Judy Arline Puckett
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When We Get Old My Friend

when we get old my friend
when our mustaches and beards
and hairs are as white as snow
we meet on this part of the plain
beside the red palm trees
at the foot of this mountain

we sit on the soft grass
and i get my guitar and
we sing a matt monroe song

we shall serenade the stars
and the moon deep in the
cool night and we shall feel
the brushes of gentle air
on our skins and we shall
smell the scent of the night
flowers and the salty breeze.

i'll take the first voice and
you take the second voice.

let us not talk about Rosario
or Alicia, or Rosa or Maria,
none of them has learned
to live with us in any way.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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