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Goldfish

They are the angels of that watery world,
With so much knowledge that they just aspire
To move themselves on golden fins,
Or fill their paradise with fire
By darting suddenly from end to end.

Glowing a thousand centuries behind
In pools half-recollected of the mind,
Their large eyes stare and stare, but do not see
Beyond those curtains of Eternity.

When twilight flows into the room
And air becomes like water, you can feel
Their movements growing larger in the gloom,
And you are led
Backward to where they live beyond the dead.

But in the morning, when the seven rays
Of London sunlight one by one incline,
They glide to meet them, and their gulping lips
Suck the light in, so they are caught and played
Like salmon on a heavenly fishing line.

* * * *

Ghosts on a twilight floor,
Moving about behind their watery door,
Breathing and yet not breathing day and night,
They give the house some gleam of faint delight.

poem by Harold Monro
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The Game of Stare

There’s a boy with his fellow
I caught his eyes with a wander
Now the game has been played
Now you have been challenged
You better asked my name
Before anyone came
But you only stare, stare, stare
Like I annoy your safety ring
Like you can’t even think
You only stare, stare, stare
Like I lose you something
Something you can’t even win

There’s boy in the dance floor
I catch his eyes, he comes closer
Now the game is replayed
Now you better watch out
You better take me out
Before someone calls you coward
Cause you only stare, stare, stare
Like you never see me in dress
Like no one else who dares
You only stare, stare, stare
Like I steal you something
Something you can’t even think

There’s a boy in the park
He makes me catch his eyes
Now the game is forward
Now you don’t want to break up
You better have a word
Before you loose your hold
And you only stare, stare, stare
Like a puppy wants a bone
Like you’ll be lost if I’m gone
You only stare, stare, stare
Like I can give you something
Something you think you can’t win

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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This Morning

Nothing left to feel
Nothing more to do
Nothing left to give
Nothing more in you
Nothing else to have or hold
Nothing left, but time to go
Time to go
Years go by
Didn't really say that much at all
And moments just fly
Didn't ever really touch at all
Weeks always run down
Didn't really get that close at all
And days, days fall out
Didn't ever really know at all
And then we're here in a room too clean and too bright
She stares at you for an hour
You stare into the light
For one last hour in the room
So mean and so white
I stare at her in this room as she stares into the night
Nothing left to feel
Nothing more to do
Nothing left to ask
Nothing more of you
Nothing else to share or show
Nothing left but time to go
In his eyes as we turn no eternity of life
In his eyes as we turn no infinity of why
In his eyes as we turn no beautiful goodbye
In his eyes as we turn...nothing but tears
In his eyes as we turn...nothing but tears
(spoken:) I couldn't understand too much of what was being said
In a matter of minutes
Peacefully so slow
I had to think to breathe
My heart burst
We moved in silence really slowly away from the world
As we drove a strange silence
That moment
Nothing will ever be the same
Nothing will ever be the same
Nothing will ever be the same
Days fall out
Weeks always run down
Moments just fly
Weeks go by
And then we're here
And then we're here in a room too clean and too bright
I stare at you for an hour
You stare into the light
For one last hour in the room so mean and so white
You stare at me in this room as I stare into the night
Nothing left to feel
Nothing more to do
Nothing more to take
Nothing more from you
Nothing else to need or know
There's nothing left at all...but time to go

song performed by by Cure
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Halcyon days

Cool
water
pushes up
against my face.
Eyes searching, left, right,
Enchantment, pure delight.
Darting colours dashing through.
From twilight shadows wonders move
I hang, buoyant, watching, mesmerized
Enraptured by this lustrous paradise.

poem by Diana Rosser
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In The Morning

In the morning when the moon is at its rest,
You will see me at the time I love the best
Watching rainbows play on sunlight;
Pools of water iced from cold night,in the morning.
tis the morning of my life.
In the daytime I will meet you as before.
You will find me waiting by the ocean floor,
Building castles in the shifting sands
In a world that no one understands,
In the morning.
tis the morning of my life,
In the morning of my life the
Minutes take so long to drift away
Please be patient with your life
Its only morning and youre still to live your day
In the evning I will fly you to the moon
To the top right hand corner of
The ceiling in my room
Where wll stay until the sun shines
Another day to swing on clothes lines
May I be yawning
It is the morning of my life
It is the morning of my life
In the morning
In the morning
In the morning

song performed by by Bee Gees
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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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Wild Eyes

As I sit here now
In the throne of my becoming
Numb with cold
And old with age.
Each page fresh
A life anew and breathing.

I feel at ease,
At one with the soul of the world forgiving
Living the moment
Within each movement in expression.
Each day I re arrange what it is to be so real
Never as I think and always as I feel.

Forever will it be such golden a dream
Such distant star moving silent silver gleams
Forever yet never to know
What the movements really mean.

Am I to forget myself in the memory ever loosing?
Am I to loose myself in the decision forever choosing?

Strange emotions stir
Wild eyes.

I feel the demon rising
So slow it stirs at first
The memory of the mountain within the serpents curse
Virgins mounds, unfound fantasies
Dance this night of mystery
Fall into the arms of twilight
Embrace the night as it finds you.

poem by David Lacey
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The Golden Twilight

It was the golden twilight,
When my mother caressed me in delight.
In thoughtless thinking, aimless future, my childhood was shining like lambent moonlight.
In the river of happiness, mountainous innocence, I was the princes of enkindling light.

It was the golden twilight
The time before the youthful moonlight
After the playful sunlight
I welcomed artificial intelligence to guide my innocence’s aplite.
Now in the unfriendly world my childhood and its innocence is hushed in the darkness of the night.
Crimson love, purple kindred, towards gray career, pinkish buddies all evanesced in the melancholy sight.
Longing to have a heart of gold, coloured with juvenile crescent's peacefulness in the scarce twilight.

The golden twilight,
Is the cycle of wishes in the life’s hopeful ignite.
Hope for venerating light,
Princely light,
Unending light.
To return to the shells of memories childhood seashore site.

poem by Jyothsnaphanija Bolla
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Virgo Clowns

Let us free you from the pain
Let us see you smile again
Let us unlock all the chains
Youre broken-hearted
Let us help you to forget
Let us help you unlock it
Its not nearly time to quit
Youve only started
You gotta
Sit down funny face
Let your laughter fill the room
Light up your golden smile
Take away all your misery and gloom
Let your laughter fill the room
Let your laughter fill the room
Let us shake you by the hand
Let us help you understand
Take your head out of the sand
And shake it free now
Let us help you to go on
We are here to lean upon
Now you know exactly just who
You want to be now
Come on
Sit down funny face
Let your laughter fill the room
Light up your golden smile
Take away all your misery and gloom
Let your laughter fill the room
Let your laughter fill the room
Let us lift you up on high
See the twinkle in your eye
Raise your head up to the sky
And say its easy
Hey let the trumpets ring it
Let the angels sing it
Let your pretty feet go dancing
Let your worn out mind go prancing
And
Sit down funny face
Let your laughter fill the room
Light up your golden smile
Take away all your misery and gloom
Let your laughter fill the room
Let your laughter fill the room
Etc.

song performed by by Van Morrison
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Www.

At night, I sit in this darkened room
And stare at the hollow screen,
The World-Wide Web is a crystal ball
Of tides, and hopes, and dreams,
Though the world goes on outside my door
And time, it flows like the sea,
I have no truck with reality
When the web washes over me.

For I dredge the depths with a grappling hook
And I haul my catch on board,
Then I read the thoughts of a million minds
That were left on the furthest shore,
While the colours swirl and the lights go dim
And the sounds fade from without,
I float in the mass of cyberspace
'Til the light of the moon goes out.

Then emails beat at my cyber door
To ask if I'll let them in,
I cast my net for the viruses,
And choke the Recycle bin,
I stare at faces I've never seen
That float on a cyber wave,
Which disappear as the next comes near
For two are never the same.

But one returns, and it stares at me
And I see the limpid eyes,
Like pools in deep lagoons offshore
Where the mermaid lives and dies,
While the lips are full of promises
As false as the deepest sin,
I reach on out to the screen, but find
That the screen won't let me in.

Then night on night, like a dread parade
Those pictures come again,
From some lost ancient URL
Long gone from the world of men,
I search and Google in cyberspace
In hopes that you're somewhere there,
But all I have are those limpid eyes
And the bands in your dark brown hair.

One night, I'll leap right through the screen
And swim to your blue lagoon,
I'll take bright garlands of pretty flowers
To gladden the cyber gloom,
We'll live forever behind the screen
And our faces will go online,
For the stares of the grim night dwellers
Who are surfing the Web, World-Wide.

10 June 2008

poem by David Lewis Paget
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Like An Angel Passing Through My Room

Long awaited darkness falls
Casting shadows on the walls
In the twilight hour I am alone
Sitting near the fireplace, dying embers warm my face
In this peaceful solitude
All the outside world subdued
Everything comes back to me again
In the gloom
Like an angel passing through my room
Half awake and half in dreams
Seeing long forgotten scenes
So the present runs into the past
Now and then become entwined, playing games within my mind
Like the embers as they die
Love was one prolonged goodbye
And it all comes back to me tonight
In the gloom
Like an angel passing through my room
I close my eyes
And my twilight images go by
All too soon
Like an angel passing through my room

song performed by by ABBA
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In The Morning

(1966) barry gibb
In the morning when the moon is at its rest,
You will see me at the time I love the best
Watching rainbows play on sunlight;
Pools of water iced from cold night,in the morning.
tis the morning of my life.
In the daytime I will meet you as before.
You will find me waiting by the ocean floor,
Building castles in the shifting sands
In a world that no one understands,
In the morning.
tis the morning of my life,
In the morning of my life the
Minutes take so long to drift away
Please be patient with your life
Its only morning and youre still to live your day
In the evning I will fly you to the moon
To the top right hand corner of
The ceiling in my room
Where wll stay until the sun shines
Another day to swing on clothes lines
May I be yawning
It is the morning of my life
It is the morning of my life
In the morning
In the morning
In the morning

song performed by by Nina Simone
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Durer's Hare

Vivid
as Durer's hare

as if my eyes had drawn
each & every hair

knew personally
each strand

its coat moving softly
in the breeze

moving with the rhythm
of its breathing

a real live hare
an inch and an eternity away

hanging out with us

humans
as if we weren't humans

just
other hares

almost expecting him
to say hello

being with us
us being with him

upon a bank
of sunlight

as if we were
passangers

at a bus stop waiting

for a bus that never
comes

twitching a nostril
scratching itself

my uncle & I stare
as long as forever is

not moving
a muscle

as if were the only humans
in an animal's world

two living statues un-
-til...

with a blurr of speed
my uncle karated chopped it

the hare
instantly an animal
in a human's world

Durer's hare
nothing now but

a bubbling
in a stew pot

but still my living
work of art

as the sun loses its way
and as day becomes night

Always remember this
I thought

'Humans will always be humans! '

Even uncles!

i cried myself
to sleep that night

siding with the rabbits.

poem by Dónall Dempsey
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Dropping By Your House This Morning

i dropped by your house this very early morning
the windows are closed
but the door is half-open
and i could have given in to this little curiosity
that cats keep on their paws
and soft feet
or hands if you may

but i didn't. there is something in the houe
that says
you had a bad day and that night you did not have
a sound sleep

the roses are wilting and a flower pot falls on the ground
broken
the soil splashed like spilled water on the grass

there is no sound of the wind
from the storm last night

i just dropped by. I respect you. The door of the house
finally closed
i did not see the hands that closed it.
it maybe yours
or someone else's

the rug has spoken. You want to be alone.
to keep the faint light left
in that little room. the curtains fall. the lights
went off on that very early morning.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Heavenly Flight

Born again into the heaven's free
With my love and only love
Listlessly laying on the clouds with she
In heavenly sky, in heaven above
A paradise for her a paradise for me

Dressed in silvery raiment we both do stare
Into our heavenly eyes
And our souls we share
Our endless love, like endless skies
In the midst of heaven's care

Free as the music of earthly man
We play our songs with no end
Where love is from and love began
We sing music to each other like angels send
Love to one because love we can

Born again born with thee
Our souls do take heavenly flight
Into a heaven, where we can be
Both light, dark, and twilight
Overlooking our home, our vast sea
Beauty and heaven and what's truly free

poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Fire in the Night

by a fire in the night
meat on the spit
listen to the crackle & darkness breathing...
whispering ghosts
nothing needs to be said
stillness is the bridge

close yr eyes & stare
at drawings on the cave walls
old dog startled, stands up
as if the fur on his back
can feel the presence!

only the smell of black coffee...
& the prayers of the moon!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Cherubs

Cyan sky of liquid marble
Dreams rain singing doorways
Walk like vibrant eternity
Some know Egypt is real
They die in blue circles
Rise where love feasts
Hear voices of golden shores
I see the hallways of joy

Intuition preludes surround
Stars sail like strange avenues
We divide the divine signs
Tablature of cryptic Genesis
She stops for the cat on the road
Siamese eyes of mercy
Labyrinths where Apache hunted
Burial grounds of eagle souls

Satyr horses ride the northern tribes
Moving ghosts of buffalo herds
Listen to the wind of roses
Red roses where wine flows
Ancient wanderings
Dry places of pain
Now the restless tides change
Ships of dead time join the legions

Many have rings and spells
Leave Pharaohs dark magicians
Candles where souls meet the night
We war with dark angels
We move in a sold world
The wilderness is dark with shadows
Their fallen faces snarl
They stare like gargoyles

Now love comes like a storm
Tangled in the principalities
We are the dying amidst the dead
Called to live and change
The valley of idols calls
Drowned in a thousand lusts
Weak and chained
Caress the land of giants

No past, no nations
Identity of the called
We are spectacles of love
Leave the house of stone
Leave the altars of Baal
Time is a transgression
The inward man is renewed
Cherubs fly in rosewood

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Growing Up

Folded in your fleshy purse
I am floating once again
While the muted sounds are pumping rhythm
All the walls close in on me
Pressures building wave on wave
til the water breaks and outside I go, oh
One dot, thats on or off, defines what is and what is not, one dot
Two dot, a pair of eyes, a voice, a touch, complete surprise, two dot
Growing up, growing up,
Looking for a place to live
Growing up, growing up
Looking for a place to live
Growing up, growing up,
Looking for a place to live
My ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown
My ghost likes to travel so deep into your space
Three dot, a trinity, a way to map the universe,
Three dot
Four dot, is what will make a square, a bed to build on, its all there,
Four dot
My ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown
My ghost likes to travel so deep into your space
All the slow clouds pass us by
Make the empire state look high
As you take me in your sea-stained sweetness
It spills, it tingles and it stings
All the pleasure that it brings
til the door has let the outside inside here
Well on the floor theres a long wooden table
On the table theres an open book
On the page theres a detailed drawing
And on the drawing is the name I took
My ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown
My ghost likes to travel so deep into your space
Growing up, growing up,
Looking for a place to live
Growing up, growing up
Looking for a place to live
Growing up, growing up,
Looking for a place to live
Growing up, growing up,
Looking for a place to live
My ghost likes to travel
My ghost likes to travel
Moving inside of your space
My ghost likes to travel
My ghost likes to travel
Moving inside of your space
My ghost likes to travel
Moving inside
My ghost likes to travel
Moving inside of your space
My ghost likes to travel
Moving inside
My ghost likes to travel
Moving inside of your space
The breathing stops, I dont know when
In transition once again
Such a struggle getting through these changes
And it all seems so absurd
To be flying like a bird
When I do not feel Ive really landed here

song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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No-Name The Cat

The cat and I stare at the room
No-name the cat, the cat and I,
She stares at me, I at the gloom
The house lies still as a vaulted tomb.

She sits and waits, No-name the cat,
Sits and waits for a sign from me
But I in the corner chair am sat
And make no sign for No-name the cat.

We’re all alone, alone are we
No-name the cat, the cat and I
Only the two, No-name and me
Yet once in the past we numbered three.

Now on the floor, between us two
No-name the cat, and me, lies you.
Your eyes are staring, your cheek is slack,
Your tongue’s thrust out and your face is blue.

The cat and I stare at the room
No-name the cat, the cat and I,
She stares at me, I at the gloom
The house lies still as a vaulted tomb.

30 June 1999

poem by David Lewis Paget
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Twilight

My heart was racing towards the sunset,
which stood with misty colors like rainbow,
painting a poster of people walking straight,
along the canal in a melancholy row.

To this enchantment I became reminiscent,
serenading love in the gloomy moments of twilight,
Reality came amidst the youthful testament,
To stir my heart with pleasure and delight.

Engaging dreams reflecting the twilight,
the truth about emotion almost touched oblivion,
Whiles caught in a net by the estranged light;
I toiled hard to find comprehension.

And found familiar joy upon a gondola ride,
parting waves stripping like pieces of rags,
Roaming along the glassy water path we glide,
Time share recluses and recurrent laughs.

Fading light took disguises under red sky reset,
reflection release pain into the sea of memory,
Closing the day walled up inside the sunset,
and found no place to hide and shelter reality.

Relief mopped the creasing of my brow,
until within the flickering path night cross,
the watery snow to find the eternal vow,
Retreating with the atoning kisses.

poem by Gerry Legister
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Night Journey, The

Hands and lit faces eddy to a line;
The dazed last minutes click; the clamour dies.
Beyond the great-swung arc o' the roof, divine,
Night, smoky-scarv'd, with thousand coloured eyes

Glares the imperious mystery of the way.
Thirsty for dark, you feel the long-limbed train
Throb, stretch, thrill motion, slide, pull out and sway,
Strain for the far, pause, draw to strength again. . . .

As a man, caught by some great hour, will rise,
Slow-limbed, to meet the light or find his love;
And, breathing long, with staring sightless eyes,
Hands out, head back, agape and silent, move

Sure as a flood, smooth as a vast wind blowing;
And, gathering power and purpose as he goes,
Unstumbling, unreluctant, strong, unknowing,
Borne by a will not his, that lifts, that grows,

Sweep out to darkness, triumphing in his goal,
Out of the fire, out of the little room. . . .
-- There is an end appointed, O my soul!
Crimson and green the signals burn; the gloom

Is hung with steam's far-blowing livid streamers.
Lost into God, as lights in light, we fly,
Grown one with will, end-drunken huddled dreamers.
The white lights roar. The sounds of the world die.

And lips and laughter are forgotten things.
Speed sharpens; grows. Into the night, and on,
The strength and splendour of our purpose swings.
The lamps fade; and the stars. We are alone.

poem by Rupert Brooke
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