Silken Sough Chords
Raindrops tumble on the hayfield,
embracing shapes of the evenfall,
her wraith appears, time to yield,
a pagan priestess of rituals Gaul.
She flied away to flower shades,
in time passage intervals increase,
as light vanishes, her organ plays
nightly spirits and stars to please.
Her voice velvet, rustling whisper,
in dimensions where queens walked,
where the petals left her fingers,
fair glance tears, in my soul locked.
Her feast follows Morrigan hoards
ascends the night in time stillness,
I hark her voice's silk sough chords,
in north wind's spreading shrillness.
In dark bestows her refined sense,
as night shadows recall the modes,
her organ plays Danu to commence,
with virtuous encoding of war odes.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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The Watcher on the Tower
I
The Voice of a Man
WHAT of the Night, O Watcher?
The Voice of a Woman
Yea, what of it?
The Watcher
A star has risen; and a wind blows strong.
Voice of the Man
The Night is dark.
The Watcher
But God is there above it.
Voice of the Woman
The Night is dark; the Night is dark and long.
II
Voice of the Man
What of the Night, O Watcher?
Voice of the Woman
Night of sorrow!
The Watcher
Out of the East there comes a sound, like song.
Voice of the Man
The Night is dark.
The Watcher
Have courage! There’s To-morrow!
Voice of the Woman
The Night is dark; the Night is dark and long.
III
Voice of the Man
What of the Night, O Watcher?
Voice of the Woman
Is it other?
The Watcher
I see a gleam; a thorn of light; a thong.
Voice of the Man
The Night is dark.
The Watcher
The Morning comes, my Brother.
Voice of the Woman
The Night is dark; the Night is dark and long.
IV
Voice of the Man
What now, what now, O Watcher?
The Watcher
Red as slaughter
The Darkness dies. The Light comes swift and strong.
Voice of the Man
The Night was long.—What sayest thou, my Daughter?
Voice of the Woman
The Night was dark; the Night was dark and long.
poem by Madison Julius Cawein
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A fly in the ointment
She holds a toffee apple like a child
And he plays the mouth-organ mild.
They pass the time in the messy world
And they go on a ride in merry-go-round.
Though it’s bitter; Life is a carnival for them
And they make fun of showing realism.
Someone laughs at them who believes nihilism.
Sun & moon rise and set but never met in the sky of individualism.
He is alone like a featherless bird and very unhappy today
As it seems she flew to another cage secretly.
Now he feels the weight of life like mercury
And the mouth-organ plays the song of melancholy.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The young man plays the flute, the middle aged man plays the harpsichord, the old man plays the organ.
This Flower
This Flower
This flower with petals so soft to touch
Cradles nature's portal
Where waves rise
and sweet ambrosia falls
This flower with petals so delicate and refined
Lay at the entryway of an open vessel
Waiting with a velvet whisper
to be filled with the seeds of nature's life
This flower with petals so tame and silent
Begs the onlooker to experience it's hiddenness
And after one look, one taste
She has caught her prize
1 April 2008
Night and Wind
The night is light and chill,
Stars are awake in the sky,
There's a cloud over the moon;
Round the house on the hill
The wind creeps with its cry
Between a wail and a croon.
I hear the voice of the wind,
The voice of the wind in the night,
Cry and sob and weep,
As the voice of one that hath sinned
Moaning aloud in its might
In the night when he cannot sleep.
Sleep? No sleep is about.
What remembering sin
Wakes and watches apart?...
The wind wails without,
And my heart is wailing within,
And the wind is the voice of my heart.
poem by Arthur Symons
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369.still Dark Like The One Last Night
a dark rose growing from a dark
concrete crevice of
this deserted building
on a dark night
spreading its dark petals
for dark dreams
on a fine morning
when darkness
is gone
the dark rose
comes out in the open
to meet the sun
embracing it
with so much light
turning into something
sort of a blood reddish
colored rose
something like
glowing
but still dark
like the one last night.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Still Dark Like The One Last Night
a dark rose growing from a dark
concrete crevice of
this deserted building
on a dark night
spreading its dark petals
for dark dreams
on a fine morning
when darkness
is gone
the dark rose
comes out in the open
to meet the sun
embracing it
with so much light
turning into something
sort of a blood reddish
colored rose
something like
glowing
but still dark
like the one last night.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Dark Rose
a dark rose growing from a dark
concrete crevice of
this deserted building
on a dark night
spreading its dark petals
for dark dreams
on a fine morning
when darkness
is gone
the dark rose
comes out in the open
to meet the sun
embracing it
with so much light
turning into something
sort of a blood reddish
colored rose
something like
glowing
but still dark
like the one last night.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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A Moth Life
What is this moth life?
To sleep all day
to hide from the light
the heat the warmth of the sun...
To awake with night
the night sounds night senses
to see by light of moon tread stellar stars...
To fly with dark air
still air night breezes winds
like dark matter currents of the universe...
To fly with celestial navigation
upon moon beams, or flickering stars these pulsing points,
guide your path, as you dance with radio waves, unseen in human unaided perception...
God created you in dull form
to mask your presence in daylight hiding,
do you see ultra violet, by night shapes humans are unaware of?
Do your eyes senses
detect dimensions of life humanity,
has never beheld, do stars whisper night secrets to you?
What secrets of nature
did God gift bestow upon you,
ultra sound radar, like bats to see with exceptional perception?
Do you perceive human civilization
do you care in your existence realities soaring,
naked bulbs glow like suns, draw you in like moth, to flame embracing?
So you burn fall in a moment
singed falling like meteor demons cast down,
out of heaven, but your innocent dust soul is freed by light?
Sometimes I too align to stars
twinkle atmospheric messages kindle my soul,
glimpse the unseen, contemplate alien consciousness, abundant unseen!
poem by Terence George Craddock
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From the Still Days
So ghostly are these late days
Just like the look of sick people, sent here
In the light. However, the night shades the muted lament
Of their eyes, toward which they already turn.
They probably smile and recall their celebrations,
How one is moved after songs, half forgotten,
And searches words for a sad gesture,
Which already grows pale in silence unmeasured.
So the sun still plays around ill flowers
And lets them shiver in the thin, clear airs
With a death-cool delight.
The red forests whisper and darken,
And more death-nightly the woodpeckers' hammering echoes
Just like a reverberation from airless crypts.
poem by Georg Trakl
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What a sultry night of love.
Standing in the sultry-naked summer night -
A vision I see,
An intrinsic figure that shivered down my soul,
A lady of love, beauty, and potential viability,
Well also Over burdened
by an unmerchandised self-esteem,
Soft breezes blows from fragrant meadows,
Tossing her perfectly coiffed auburn hair into the wafting cheerful sky,
Like a flawless floating garment of what an angel might be,
A goddess, an angel, oh, lovable beyond measures - I do believe,
Then slowly i walked in the trail of her shadows - towards her fansy bossom,
The stars and the faintly shining moon came,
And their came a stream of light,
Giggling like the ever fluttered sun,
just then i knew my superwoman was here,
So transfixed was I - I feel so insane
Like a man in denial of sex,
All the secrets of her dark eyes,
Came stirring my dark mind in dancing times,
And then a voice - a heavenly voice
And then she gave her name,
Her voice is as an angel cry,
Her smell is of a rose,
A gilt-edge smell,
With a taste of life sweet wine,
I would make a trace of her,
Even in the darkest night,
Cuz' Her dark petal skin shimmer's against the moonlight,
Her laugh is delicate as a song,
It dances in my ears,
Like the festive carrol rhymes,
And then her volumptious wild heart desire lips was exposed,
By the tiny stream of light that
Streaked her luscious naked lips ajar,
Her smile was so divine,
Her face was truely ordained,
It was a silver spangle in her eyes
I can hardly whisper her name,
For i was spell bound,
With my seductive goddess I walked
For she was a gentle warmer,
And such a sweet soul aspirer,
As she lures me with her solem voice
into these dreamy night,
A dream uncommon,
But rather sensational,
Once again, i knew the messiah queen was my saviour,
I knew i was free from the drenching claws of boredom,
And the sultry night was a passage into what i may call FIRST LOVE ON A ROLL.
poem by Folayemi Akande
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Danger
Fearing the day - hiding the light
My mind is shocked with fever
Evil will play - night after night
They are the soul receivers
Yeah, they are strangers in the night
Yeah, theyre endangering your life
Drinking your tears - embracing your fears
Danger - the lair is hard to find
Danger - so keep that in your mind
Ripping me up - tearing me down
My soul is crying action!
Terror is king but I got the crown
Ill start a chain reaction
Bridge
Danger - a madness in the air
Danger - dimensions evrywhere
Whispering names on lonely roads
With eyes camouflaged in shadows
They stalk the earth in silent packs
No time to die tomorrow
Chorus
song performed by by U. D. O.
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Dark Night
Night dark but your lies were darker
Night cruel but your love more crueler
Night all alone yet better than your absent minded with me
Night was the time i gave my whole to you
Night was the time you slapped my face
Night was the day you pushed me to the door.
Night was the time you abused me
Night was the time you slit my tongue
Night was the time the moon refuses to smile at us
Night was the time i lost you
Night was the time you left me all in the rain
Night was the time i cry you a river
Night under the tree you promise me your undying love
Night was the time you bid me goodbye
Night was the time you threw a stone into my glassy world.
poem by Blessing Ekpe
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Lover Of My Soul
When I see the winter turning into spring
Oh, it speaks to this heart of mine
More than anything
Underneath a blanket of snow, cold and white
Something is stirring in the still of the night
And then the sun comes up, slowly with the dawn
Oh, this is the kind of feeling
That I hang my hope upon
There is love and beauty in all that I see
And no one, nobody, is explaining You to me
And maybe my eyes can't see
But You are surrounding me
Here in the wind and rain
The things that I know
Tender and sweet, and strong as my need
I know the voice, I know the touch
Lover of my soul
And when the evening comes, and sunlight fades to red
And time and time and time again
I whisper in my head
'Give me strength, give me faith', to fully believe
That the Maker of this whole, wide world
Is a Father to me
And maybe my eyes can't see
But You are surrounding me
Here in the wind and rain
The things that I know
Tender and sweet, and strong as my need
I know the voice, I know the touch
Lover of my soul
I need the voice, I need the touch
And maybe my eyes can't see
But You are surrounding me
Here in the wind and rain
The things that I know so well
Tender and sweet, and strong as my need
I know the voice, I know the touch
Lover of my soul
I know the voice, I know the touch
Lover of my soul
Talkin' to me and the things I know
Oh, You're the lover of my soul
Talkin' to me and the things I know
You are the lover of my soul
Talkin' to me and the things I know
You are the lover of my soul
In the wind, and the rain, and the snow...
You are the lover of my soul
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Heaven And Hell
Once you get a chance
You come to baby
Right back, you call me down
Used to think you wanted nothing to do
Was to say nothing at all
You went like the one time
A two time
You're back, and me
Drop off the back seat
Of a bad car
Where finders
Came alone
Bono: "F"
Wishing her out of my life
Wishing her...
What am I to do
Came a talk to street
And a time that you listen
Don't you beg the time on me
They said you oughta call her back
I wanna, but afraid to say
I won't hang up on you baby, child
Nothing feels like this before
Here in in my life
Yeah in heaven and hell
Baby you're heaven and hell
Heaven and hell
Bono: "F"
Oh, heaven and hell
All the time...
Want a chance to hold you
Want a chance to kill
I want a chance to keep you awake at night
When the sunlight burns through your love
But you can't always get
Everything you want
You take cards from all under the table
You're heaven, heaven and hell
Baby you're heaven...heaven and hell
Yeah, you're heaven...heaven and hell
Cover me...
Bono: "E!"
Bono: "Okay organ. Just organ."
Darkness...
You light up my darkness
You light up my darkness
And open up...
Bono: "F"
Bono: "Organ."
Bono: "This time when we come in, come in a little bit quietly. Not the drums, but everyone else."
Heaven.
song performed by by U2
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A New Time Was Born
I approached you
And the flash light
Of your voice embraced me.
It was somewhere, near the divine idea.
I hadn't met you before, but
When we united our voices
To be together in this way,
I felt the eternity floating in the air,
That kind of white eternity
In which, everyone wants to stay.
So many people crowded in between us
That we seemed to be two points on a world map.
So long was the distance in between us
That we seemed to live
One at the North Pole
And the other one at the South Pole.
It was the time when
The sun was declining beneath the blue horizon
In a ring of fire
And the moon was rising in the same sky,
And the coming night was embracing
The leaving day.
It was our twilight.
It was the time when
The stars began to
Appear on a new dark sky.
I began to be afraid of losing you.
I took the elapsed seconds
To hang them on the 'Lyre' constellation.
The existent seconds flowed into there
With a terrible rapidity,
Letting those, which were new to come to life.
A new time was born,
In which, we became existent one for each other.
I felt that you wanted to touch me.
I heard a tenderness in your voice.
Our feelings flowed into
The 'Bird of Paradise' constellation.
Suddenly, a rain of stars began to fall down.
I didn't know if it was a real rain of stars
Or a firework, I didn't know
Whether we could really embrace each other,
But I felt
That I was irreversibly transformed
Into another new woman.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Stillness Of The Night
Midnight on the hill I heard the thunder fill
The stillness of the night
It hit me like a slap, youre never comin back
From the stillness of the night
It was never black or white, neither wrong or right
Like the shadow of a full moons light
I knew wed lost the track, when I heard the lightning crack
The stillness of the night
Chorus
In the stillness of the night
Thats when well make it right
We can stop the thunder till the light
In the stillness of the night
I know you think you hear, those voices in your ear
In the stillness of the night
But Ive tried to make it clear theres nothing left to fear
Just the stillness of the night
And if you listen hard you might find the reason for your fright
Just the wind is high tonight
And the danger we must face is the anger of this race
In the stillness of the night
Chorus
song performed by by Reo Speedwagon
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Someone Else’s Mistake
Why do I feel haunted
by someone else’s mistake?
It happened long before I knew them,
but it plays on my mind
and it makes no sense to me.
I have made enough mistakes of my own.
So why should I be haunted
by one someone else made.
From time to time, I feel a prisoner
from a mistake I never made.
It plays on my mind
for nights and days at a time.
Then it vanishes for months,
but never entirely goes away.
I will see something similar to what happened,
only to have it come back to haunt me
with this mistake someone else made.
26 January 2009
poem by David Harris
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Your Voice
I stood for the longest time,
staring out at the night,
taking in the way the moon
burns in the blackness.
I felt the warmth of the
summer breeze against my body,
as thoughts of you washed over me.
And I wondered how your mere voice
could move me more than the stars
and how thoughts of you
could touch me like a warm wind.
I want us to be like the
brightest stars in the sky,
our light moving over each other
and spinning out some magic
in the darkness.
And I want to keep this
wonderful spark of life
that I feel every time
I hear your voice.
poem by Tijani Adebowale Destiny
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