The Moon
Time wears her not; she doth his chariot guide;
Mortality below her orb is placed.
--Raleigh
The full-orbed moon with unchanged ray
Mounts up the eastern sky,
Not doomed to these short nights for aye,
But shining steadily.
She does not wane, but my fortune,
Which her rays do not bless,
My wayward path declineth soon,
But she shines not the less.
And if she faintly glimmers here,
And paled is her light,
Yet alway in her proper sphere
She's mistress of the night.
poem by Henry David Thoreau
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Remembering Henry David Thoreau's The Moon
she signs herself in
and out of the sky
a vast domain she
has with her kins
the stars and the one
who surreptitiously
showers on her his glory
to keep the key to
her throne a secret
she takes a new signature
each day to her coveted seat
from a round lamp
to a bright sharpened sickle
to harvest the fields
so punctual is she
with her presence
she has been akin
to a heavenly calender
through her signature
the ancients learnt the
cycle of things
lunar lunar calender
to remember
the start of war
the end of war
the union, the parting,
the reunion
the conception
the new born,
the death anniversary
a story, sad or happy,
to sign in every new moon
into our life
by john tiong chunghoo
inspired by Thoreau's
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The full-orbed moon with unchanged ray
Mounts up the eastern sky,
Not doomed to these short nights for aye,
But shining steadily.
She does not wane, but my fortune,
Which her rays do not bless,
My wayward path declineth soon,
But she shines not the less.
And if she faintly glimmers here,
And paled is her light,
Yet alway in her proper sphere
She's mistress of the night.
Henry David Thoreau
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Prais'd be Diana's Fair and Harmless Light
Prais'd be Diana's fair and harmless light;
Prais'd be the dews wherewith she moists the ground;
Prais'd be her beams, the glory of the night;
Prais'd be her power by which all powers abound.
Prais'd be her nymphs with whom she decks the woods,
Prais'd be her knights in whom true honour lives;
Prais'd be that force by which she moves the floods;
Let that Diana shine which all these gives.
In heaven queen she is among the spheres;
In aye she mistress-like makes all things pure;
Eternity in her oft change she bears;
She beauty is; by her the fair endure.
Time wears her not: she doth his chariot guide;
Mortality below her orb is plac'd;
By her the virtue of the stars down slide;
In her is virtue's perfect image cast.
A knowledge pure it is her worth to know:
With Circes let them dwell that think not so.
poem by Sir Walter Raleigh
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To ----, in obscurity
In full-orbed splendor now the queen of Night,
Among the stars walks in her pride of place,
And how again we miss that flood of light
That overflowed the azure fields of space.
But though her brightness meets no more the gaze,
As in her wonted orbit she declines,
Yet not extinguished are her silver rays, --
She shines in shadow, but not less she shines.
Soon will she rise again upon the sight,
Passing the darkened shape that bids her wane;
Then shall we see her, in unclouded light,
Take her own place among the stars again.
poem by Anne Lynch Botta from Poems (1848)
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Moon Light
Moon Rises High Into The Sky
The Moon Is Gray
The Moon Is Bright
The Moon Is Full
Every Night The Moon Comes Out And Goes Down.
The Moon Shines Onto The Earth.
Brightens My Path.
I Look at The Moon And Say 'Moon Light Moon Light Bright My Path As You Shine My Way'
The moon Looks down And Shines My Path.
I Walk To The Pond And The Reflection of The Moon The Moon Is Beautiful And Bright.
The Moon Will Never Disappear.
The Brightness With Alwayz Shine My Path.
poem by Sonya Wesley
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Moon's Tears
Moon shines down onto Earth
But does she ever really shine?
Or does she just reflect Sun’s light
A sad excuse for originality
Always trying
Never succeeding
To cast her own rays
Coming and going
Offering mystery, hope, light
Staying for a few short hours
Leaving much too soon
Although she struggles to break free of the trap of reflected rays
She’s content
With her lot in life
Even though she can’t make her own light
Nobody will gaze up at Sun in wonderment
That is something reserved for Moon
Sun and Moon work together
Like brother and sister
Fighting every once and a while
But loving each other nonetheless
The end result being a beautiful light
Always shining down
Putting aside their differences
Sun admitting Moon is prettier
Moon admitting Sun is more powerful
A peaceful companionship
Tell me: why can’t the rest of the world act like Sun and Moon?
poem by Maddie Bird
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Come Along
(words & music by hess)
Come along, come along, theres a full moon shining bright
Come along, come along, were gonna hit st. louis tonight
Spend your money looking at the chorus line
Spend your money, win it on the number 9
Take your sweetheart even though shes never been
If shes worried tell her that you always win
Come along, come along, theres a full moon shining bright
Come along, come along, youre gonna win a fortune tonight
Hear the whistle, lady lucks about to go
Is she smiling, maybe yes or maybe no
Nows the time when nights are filled with sweet romance
Dont be bashful step on up and take a chance
Come along, come along, theres a full moon shining bright
Come along, come along, were gonna hit st. louis tonight
Come along, come along, were gonna win a fortune tonight
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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In Three Days
I
So, I shall see her in three days
And just one night, but nights are short,
Then two long hours, and that is morn.
See how I come, unchanged, unworn!
Feel, where my life broke off from thine,
How fresh the splinters keep and fine,—
Only a touch and we combine!
II
Too long, this time of year, the days!
But nights, at least the nights are short.
As night shows where her one moon is,
A hand's-breadth of pure light and bliss,
So, life's night gives my lady birth
And my eyes hold her! What is worth
The rest of heaven, the rest of earth?
III
0 loaded curls, release your store
Of warmth and scent as once before
The tingling hair did, lights and darks
Outbreaking into fairy sparks
When under curl and curl I pried
After the warmth and scent inside,
Thro' lights and darks how manifold—
The dark inspired, the light controlled!
As early Art embrowns the gold.
IV
What great fear, should one say, "Three days
That change the world, might change as well
Your fortune; and if joy delays,
Be happy that no worse befell!"
What small fear, if another says,
"Three days and one short night beside
May throw no shadow on your ways;
But years must teem with change untried,
With chance not easily defied,
With an end somewhere undescried."
No fear!—or if a fear be born
This minute, it dies out in scorn.
Fear? I shall see her in three days
And one night, now the nights are short,
Then just two hours, and that is morn.
poem by Robert Browning from Men and Women (1855)
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A Night In Tunisia
The moon is the same moon above you
Aglow with its cool evening light
But shining at night, in tunisia
Never does it shine so bright
The stars are aglow in the heavens
But only the wise understand
That shining at night in tunisia
They guide you through the desert sand
Words fail, to tell a tale
Too exotic to be told
Each nights a deeper night
In a world, ages old
The cares of the day seem to vanish
The ending of day brings release
Each wonderful night in tunisia
Where the nights are filled with peace
(bridge)
(scat)
{repeat all twice}
(scat)
Each wonderful night in tunisia
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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That One Far Shining Light Of Lights
That One far shining light of lights
Which lights the eyes of everyone.
That One far shining light of lights
Which lights the mind of man
That One far shining light of lights
Which warms all that can be found
That One far shining light of lights
Which is the love of all for all
That One far shining light of lights
Which shines so very bright
That One far shining light of lights
Which shines equally in every place
That One far shining light of lights
Which has no time to rise or fall
May that light shine through all of us
May it shine through you and me
That One far shining light of lights
Which shines, and shines for all.
poem by David Taylor
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Moon Shadow
Starmlight, star...
...bright on the ground,
the moon shines its
on its mother
planet
Black is now bright
showing the snowshoe,
and the valley stag
rustling through night
Creatures flea for safety
as the moon seizes the
souls of those who get
caught in its rays
The moon ceases its
dictatorship, but fight for
the right...
dawn.
bright,
light
Shining its radiation
through the night, eating
away the hate
the moon is gone... for
now
poem by Hunter Sones
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A light in a Dark Night
Light shimmered in dark night,
Light tremors ran through my mind.
Light flickered on the wet path,
Life flashed in a moments time.
Light bounced and rainbow spread,
All memories of different shades.
Light showed a way,
Life gave a hope.
Rays are shining from distant light,
Present is shining from past life.
poem by Aditya Deshpande
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Sonnet: Our Life On Earth
The Moon is shining less brightly than 'fore,
And seems to fade behind thick clouds that sail;
Its dim outline too fades with time much more;
The ghost-like Moon appearing truly pale!
But not for long, the Moon is back whole-size;
The clouds that blocked its view have gone away;
The Moon is shining once again- so nice!
The night now looks as if it has turned day.
Our life on earth is like the Moon and Sun;
Its joys and sorrows wax and wane till death;
Sometimes, our life is full of vigour, fun,
To some like stars remain until last breath.
This is the way things happen on earth Man,
And changing them altogether, none can.
poem by John Celes
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Winter Evening At Home
Fair Moon, that at the chilly day's decline
Of sharp December through my cottage pane
Dost lovely look, smiling, though in thy wane!
In thought, to scenes, serene and still as thine,
Wanders my heart, whilst I by turns survey
Thee slowly wheeling on thy evening way;
And this my fire, whose dim, unequal light,
Just glimmering, bids each shadowy image fall
Sombrous and strange upon the darkening wall,
Ere the clear tapers chase the deepening night!
Yet thy still orb, seen through the freezing haze,
Shines calm and clear without; and whilst I gaze,
I think, around me in this twilight room,
I but remark mortality's sad gloom;
Whilst hope and joy cloudless and soft appear,
In the sweet beam that lights thy distant sphere.
poem by William Lisle Bowles
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Nocturne III
One night
one night all full of murmurings, of perfumes and music of wings;
one night
in which fantastic fireflies burnt in the humid nuptial shadows,
slowly by my side, pressed altogether close, silent and pale,
as if a presentiment of infinite bitternesses
agitated you unto the most hidden fibers of your being,
along the flowering path which crosses the plain
you walked;
and the full moon
in the infinite and profound blue heavens scattered its white light;
and your shadow,
fine and languid,
and my shadow
projected by the rays of the moon,
upon the sorrowful sands
of the path, joined together;
and they became one,
and they became one,
and they became only one long shadow,
and they became only one long shadow,
and they became only one long shadow....
Tonight
alone; my soul
full of the infinite bitternesses and agonies of your death,
separated from you by time, by the tomb and by distance,
by the infinite blackness
where our voice cannot reach,
silent and alone
along the path I walked ...
And the barking of dogs at the moon could be heard,
at the pale moon,
and the chirping
of the frogs ...
I felt cold. It was the coldness that in your alcove
your cheeks and your temples and your adoréd hands possessed
within the snowy whiteness
of the mortuary sheets.
It was the coldness of the sepulcher, it was the ice of death,
it was the coldness of oblivion.
And my shadow,
projected by the rays of the moon,
walked alone,
walked alone,
walked alone along the solitary plain;
and your shadow, svelte and agile,
fine and languid,
as in that warm night of springtime death,
as in that night full of murmurings, of perfumes and music of wings,
approached and walked with mine,
approached and walked with mine,
approached and walked with mine ... Oh, the shadows intertwined!
Oh, the corporeal shadows united with the shadows of the souls!
Oh, the seeking shadows in those nights of sorrows and of tears!
poem by Jose Asuncion Silva
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Shining Light
Oooooh...
Something was pulling me
Without knowing what was leading me on
Your shining light, your shining light
In my darkest hour, the only way to bring the dawn
Was your shining light, your shining light
But youre unaware your shining light is even on
Like with a little glance when you take me by surprise
And I take a chance and I see it all through your eyes
Free me from my history, show me where to draw the line
By lighting up the mystery, and you dont even know that it shines
Im not worried now about flying too close to the sun
Your shining light, your shining light
When december skies are cold
Well, you know I will always run
To your shining light, your shining light
But youre unaware your shining light is even on
Like with a little glance when you take me by surprise
And I take a chance and I see it all through your eyes
Free me from my history, show me where to draw the line
By lighting up the mystery, and you dont even know that it shines
I wont abuse it, so please just let it glow behind your smile
Let me use it, let me feel the warmth like a little child
Who understands your glance, though it takes me by surprise
And I take a chance and I see it all through your eyes
Its your shining light, from my history, and it pulls me out of my mind
Its your shining light, you dont even know that it shines (by lighting up the mystery)
Its your shining, its your shining light
Its your shining light, oooooh
Its your shining, its your shining light
Its your shining light, you dont even know that it shines
Its your shining, its your shining light
Its your shining light, oooooh
Its your shining, its your shining light
Its your shining light, you dont even know that it shines
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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The Firefly's Fascination
On the flight of the moon to aflame the night,
A firefly's looking up to the light he much adored,
Seem a light of a firefly that he's longing for.
Her brilliant dancing fire,
The endless flashes of light,
Her dazzling face he desire
It was so bright,
so bright.
All he did by night was to look above
He never let his light fade just awhile,
He hopes to be noticed by her love,
Just see his light, then shine and smile.
The luminous rays of the skies,
The beautiful stars at night,
Her shining diamond eyes
It was so bright,
so bright.
Nights and more nights had passed,
All he did by night was to look above
The firefly's light was fading too fast
When he see the truth about his love
The dazzling light did shine no more
The brilliant fire slowly died by night
The luminous sky sings its last roar
The dying light,
fading light.
On the shine of the sun to aflame the day,
A firefly's looking down to shed his tears
when he learned that the one he love
Was nothing but far away star.
poem by Raymond Cabrera
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Moon Light
Moon light
Reflecting the wishes
Reflecting the dreams
Reflecting the hopes
Moon light
Shining on the flowers
Shining on the sweet singing birds
Shining on the people of earth
Moon light
Brightening the smiles
Brightening the laughter
Brightening the people
Moon light
All night its reflecting
All night its shining
All night its brightening
Moon light
All night
poem by Echo Moonlight
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Darkness of the night, engulfed the day light
Darkness of the night
Engulfed the day light
The moon
Came from behind
The mountains
Showed its shining face
Showered cool light
The Sky was full of
Twinkling stars
My first
Meeting with her
Came to my mind
I could now see
Her beautiful face
In front of my eyes
I prayed
To the almighty
Do not let the moon
Go away
Let it stay forever
So that I keep on
Seeing her
Mesmerizing beauty
Throughout my life
My prayers remain
Unanswered
As night passed by
The moon slowly slipped
Behind the mountains
Giving way to sun light
Like all other moonlit
Nights
She vanished
Left me
Lonely and crying
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poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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a Birthday
It’s full moon tonight
and yellow like Citrine
some golden rays
decent down to me
and it’s forty-five years
since my full moon first broke
in the dark onyx night.
The morning sun is ruby red
till it turns shining diamond bright
in a sapphire blue sky
and too intense to look at
and it’s forty-five years
since the first time
that I saw light.
The years flash past
and in this summer of my life
I wish that perennial
could my summer be,
but autumn has already
laid its hands on me
and there are grey specs in my hair.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Playing Golf at Midnight
Playing golf in the moonlight,
at midnight, at night, when light
cannot be trusted, when sight
deceives, it can’t be right.
He drives the sphere with the craters
like the moon, white like the moon,
orbiting like the moon; soon
it will collide with grass or sand, and
the black night will swallow the white
moon and the driving sphere
and no one will know where
went the white and where went the black
and why.
And after the ball has divorced its tee
and after the moon laughs
and retires behind the roofs
of the neighborhood houses,
the silence of the green
and the heartbreaking loveliness
of the green emerge and converge
and here in the suburban
wilderness, the only home he has,
he sees for the first time
how clouds absorb
and disperse
the light of the moon.
poem by Sonny Rainshine
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