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Nocturne 2

When the candlelight with leaking tongues
falls orange over your body
with the moon
rising yellow-golden over the night,

when the stars glitter like diamonds
against the heavenly dome,
the odour of gardenia
glides sweet on the evening air

and in these silent moments
where your eyes secretly glows,
I know that I am living,
there is passion hanging over us
unembellished like electricity.

poem by Gert Strydom
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When the day did die [2]

When the day did die
the evening star appeared blue-white,
when the day did die
it suddenly became the dark night,
while the moon rose like a golden yellow pip
with stars hanging like grains of sand,
when the day did die.

poem by Gert Strydom
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When the day did die

When the day did die
the evening star appeared blue-white,
when the day did die
it suddenly became the dark night,
while the moon rose like a golden yellow pip
with stars hanging like grains of sand,
when the day did die.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Night was coming

Night was coming
with a piercing huge orange sun
breaking through
white and black clouds
in the west.

It found a gap
and the sun was hanging
like a orange ball
above the street
and it was blinding.

Cars passed barely visible
above the orange glare
and some had already
turned their lights on.

The sun dipped down
below some trees
and for a time
it glowed behind them
and soon it would be dark
and the first stars
were already appearing
and a full yellow moon
was rising,

but below bright lights
was already burning
right across the city
in colours of amber
streetlights
green, yellow and red
traffic lights,
blue lights flashing
on police cars
and almost every bright colour
caught on neon signs
while people came and went
to different destinations

some smiling and relaxed,
others in a hurry
and some others
locked in a world of their own.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Nightsky

Red colours and orange mixed,
A hint of yellow,
The sunset begins,

Slowly it falls into the horizon,
The colours fading,
The moon is rising,
The stars are shining,
The clouds are blackening,
planets spinning and comets colliding.

A black sky, while the moon shines,
Hounds howl, while rabbits cry,
Owls fly while mice hide,
Toads leap in the night sky,

The nights ends as quick as we sleep,
The colours come back,
We awake from our dreams,
The sun rises high in the sky,
Lighting the way,
Until we once again say goodnight!

poem by Gary McPhail
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Nocturne

With eyes that are gleaming like the stars outside
you whisper about how much you miss me at times,
the rays of the silver moon splashes over you face,
hanging for moments gleaming on your forehead, chin and cheek

where it catches a teardropp that glitters like a dropp of dew
while my hand folds loving over yours
and around us the night is full of insect noises, croaking frogs
and cooing doves

but you sigh when my lips find yours,
for moments the depth of passion blinds us
and your breasts are hot, soft and round
while a smile hides at the shades of your mouth,

your figure is slim and naked
while you make unforgettable moments for me
groaning in self-satisfaction and the dark night
stretches far and wide with the coming goodbye,

where moments of moonshine are filled with fear,
about when I have got to be away out of your life.

poem by Gert Strydom
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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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A clear Midnight

the stars are diamonds
strewn by the gods
over the sky
in celebration
of their undying love
for the world
they cool my mind
the stars are diamonds
strewn by the gods
to the golden lady
of the night
the gentle subtle lady
that keeps
the night lighted
as lovers whisper
their secrets to each other
the stars that catch
each of the lovely
glittery promises
spread them across the sky
the stars are diamonds
strewn across the sky
for lovers
to swear their undying love
to each other
words pristine as the stars
that keep each night illuminated,
guided....

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A Clear Midnight

THIS is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou
lovest best.
Night, sleep, and the stars.

Walt Whitman

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Blue Planet

Words of life last longer than diamonds
Byron writes with rivers of moonlight
His quill flashes through the centuries
Soul beyond the grave like distant stars

Everything glows tonight beyond sorrow
This moment contains the eternal past
Sown in time and raised immortal
The Moon of earth like topaz children

Planets of turquoise visitors tell the future
Born of a million fires of jubilant change
Orion's belt will lay down with the Lion
Man became a living soul created free

How glorious is the golden circle
Infinite love waits behind all discovery
Vast eternity in a moments awakening
Go out and look beyond the Vail

Tonight is a fine night for visitations
Doors of perception wait for open minds
Blake has visions deeper than rubies
The Shepard walks the stars tonight

The sea fills with living midnight stars
We travel in and out of mystic time
High blue dreams sail beyond the walls
Everything is washed in eternal silence
Light shines on a distant blue planet

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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The stars in the sky was bright

Last night the stars
in the sky was bright
and the moon,
was in a sickle shape

The five stars
of the southern cross
twinkled at me
and below them,
the two pointers
was sparkling much lower.

The yellow half moon
was grinning
and your eyes glowed
and shined like pieces
of tigereye quartz
and your smile,
sparkled like a string
of the whitest pearls
in the candle light.

Last night every thing
was much better than
just allright,
when I held you tight
and your lips
were sweet and soft
on mine.

I can still hear
the soft wind blowing
and the charms
playing their own song
and it was more than passion,
that joined us together.

poem by Gert Strydom
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An Elegy to the Clouds

O! clouds beyond a human’s grasp,
What could it be that moves you so?
Can something this alive in mass,
Be shot with just a windy bow,
Around the meadows mountain pass?

Surely beauty pure as thee-
(Capable of moving me) ,
Must be the champion of the sky.
And gatekeeper to all above it-
Deciding when the sun shall shine,
Shrouding stars upon a whim,
While dressing moonlight, end to end-
Gathering for a blizzard.

You are the messengers of dawn,
For when the sun peeks from below,
‘Tis you that keeps his colors so,
Yellow, orange, soft crimson,
A metamorphosis of moments,
Caught within the skylines yawn,
As sparrows raise their tongues in song.

Oh clouds, I beseech thee to
Part with but a bit of wisdom,
One insignificant truth,
Held within your heavenly body.
Whisper to me a lesson….
“See things as us clouds do”
Hung above the earth in thought
And blown about, yet not distraught

poem by Lazarus Knix
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Stars and the Moon

Stars and the Moon
Why do you come so soon?

I lay there unable to shut my eyes
This something I despise

Stars and the Moon
Behind my eyelids there is a dream that awaits
My head spins, but i am not elate

Stars and the Moon
It's a horrible dream
The one about that night just bursting at the seam

My eyes are heavy now
As if I'm forced to obey, at it's feet, I bow

Stars and the Moon
I can feel my body tense
Instantaneously pulled into a trance quite immense

Stars and the Moon
I hear the screams of that night
That abhorrent deed, I tried to put up a fight

Stars and the Moon
I hate when you come
day and sun is my time to feel numb

poem by Naomi Deluca
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The War Of Colors Is Here Again

in my seven thousand islands
and some more
rising islands
the war of the colors have just
began and soon will end

there is the green of the
raw mango,
there is an orange of the
the sunset
there is the yellow of the sun
there are purples
and reds and whites

pearls and emeralds and rubies
multifaceted diamonds

soon this will be over
but i have a nice dream about the yellow sun
emerging
dissolving corruption away

shine yellow sun shine
fade orange fade
fall green, fall like a premature leaf

i could have loved the pearl
but it is deep down the ocean floor
where it is destined to be

mustache go away
please come back another day!

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Where Do You Go?

Where do you go,
When the Moon is full and glows.
As the stars twinkle against clear skies.
Where do you go?
So quickly to vanish from my sight.
I look to the left.
I look to the right.

Where do you go,
When the Moon is full and glows.
And romance is wished...
With your whispers in my ears as we kiss lips.
Where do you go?

So neat from the tree...
Your clothes would hang,
As if something you tease we will do,
Secretly.

And I sit to wonder if...
That wolf I hear howling in the distance,
Knew I waited for you patiently...
In complete nakedness.
Under a tree...
As your clothes hanging from its branches,
Would sway mysteriously...
With the gentle blowing of Summer wind,
Through the rustling leaves.
Each full Moon...
I've noticed how you tease.

Where do you go?

I am...
Freakin' just a little bit.
You freak me out a little bit.
I'm freakin' just a little bit.
I am, I am...
Freakin' just a little bit.
You freak me out a little bit.
I'm freakin' just a little bit.
I am wondering...
Where do you go?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A song of sadness

When stars appear at night
the garden still have a kind of beauty
when the evening flower opens pure,
when there is love between us.

There I forget any kind of pain
are surrounded by yellow-white jasmine
even when heartache brings tears to my eyes,
when there is love between us

There is the smell of lavender
that softly is carried by the evening breeze,
when I lift my eyes to God,
when there is love between us

In times of pain and longing
the birds are still singing to each other,
under the big old yellow moon,
when there is love between us.

There I see stars sparkling blue,
I never become bitter,
even when death suddenly comes,
when there is love between us.

Still memories are gliding,
as if it can bring you back again,
although my days continue alone,
when there is love between us.

poem by Gert Strydom
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While night animals were frolicking around outside

While night animals were frolicking around outside
you came to lie against me,
with stars shining brightly in the dark sky

and you wanted me to recite some poems.
Outside the wind rustled the potato trees,
you came to lie against me

while the golden moon for a time was wavering
and everything was pitch black around me.
Outside the wind rustled the potato trees,

before sleep eventually led me away
and jasmine, lavender and gardenia was on the wind
and everything was pitch black around me.

but in no dreams I could find you,
you waited wide-awake for first light
and jasmine, lavender and gardenia was on the wind

and the stars shined like jewels in the night.
While night animals were frolicking around outside,
you waited wide-awake for first light
with stars shining brightly in the dark sky.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Silent Night

Staring at the moon and the stars above
All night long
Singing a beautiful song
All alone.

I'm wondering
If I could be the stars
That glitter smiles
In your sorrowful eyes.

Wish I could be the moonlight
That shines so bright
In the darkest hours
Of your life.

The calmness of the night,
Ponder for a moment
whether I could make you mine
And enjoy the rest
Of your love.

Wish I could stop the clock
That spins circles on the wall
O silent night!
Wish you could feel my love tonight.

poem by Alon Calinao Dy
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Body To Body

Body, body, bo-bo-bo-body, body
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body
Nobody does it like you do
Body to body
I love the way you make me feel
When you do what youre doing to me, oh
Touching me the way you do, you know, know youve got to feel it too
When you bodys next to mine, youve got me hypnotized
Body to body
Body to body
You know I like the way you do what you do when you do it to me, oh
Body to body
Nobody does it like you do
Body to body
You know I like what you do when you do what you do to me, no
Oh, what you do
Flowing through this magic night
I love to feel you hold me tight
You are the one thats right for me
You got me feeling tingaly
Share the night with stars above
I think Ive found this thing called love
Fever running through your eyes
You are my heavenly device
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body nobody does it like you do
Body to body
You know I like what you do when you do what you do to me, no
Oh, what you do
You opened up the world to me
You changed my life so tenderly
I know you are the only one
Youre brighter than the burning sun
Dont know where youre going to
I dont care as long as Im with you
That certain sparkle in your eyes
Has got me feeling oh so high
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body
I like what you do when you do all those things to me
Body to body....

song performed by by Gloria Estefan
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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That set my soul aflame

Your hair was full of curls
in the candlelight as we danced,
and I felt your hot body
pressing caressing against mine
and your golden eyes sparkled
much brighter than the stars.

In the moonlight
every thing was magic
and your perfume
was enchanting as from
an ancient secret recipe
and you had me entranced,

with long sweet kisses
that set my soul aflame.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Heavenly night

In the milky night
the diamond moon glistens on
the silver lakes reflects
the power of twinkling stars! !

The smell of jasmine which
maketh the insects sit upon
the breezy wind peeps into my ear
to wakeup at the milky night alone
is wonderful and charm! !

The golden leaves falls from the tree
looks as going in the chilly air
as angels flies in the moon lit night! !

The melodies of trees chirping sounds of air
call me remembering the sound of salangai
worn by woman! !
The night birds sing the songs I am delighted
enjoyed standing in the chilly air beneath the moon lit night! !

Let the heavenly night wake me up
And I am delighted to stand under the moon lit night! ! !

(Salangai woman wear in their legs which gives beautiful sound
10/3/2009 1000 pm)

poem by Swagathnath Rajeswari
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De Profundis

There is a stubble field on which a black rain falls.
There is a tree which, brown, stands lonely here.
There is a hissing wind which haunts deserted huts---
How sad this evening.

Past the village pond
The gentle orphan still gathers scanty ears of corn.
Golden and round her eyes are gazing in the dusk
And her lap awaits the heavenly bridegroom.

Returning home
Shepherds found the sweet body
Decayed in the bramble bush.

A shade I am remote from sombre hamlets.
The silence of God
I drank from the woodland well.

On my forehead cold metal forms.
Spiders look for my heart.
There is a light that fails in my mouth.

At night I found myself upon a heath,
Thick with garbage and the dust of stars.
In the hazel copse
Crystal angels have sounded once more.

Translated by Jurek Kirakowski

Anonymous submission.

poem by Georg Trakl
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