Aurora Borealis
_Commemorative of the Dissolution of armies at the Peace_
May, 1865
What power disbands the Northern Lights
After their steely play?
The lonely watcher feels an awe
Of Nature's sway,
As when appearing,
He marked their flashed uprearing
In the cold gloom--
Retreatings and advancings,
(Like dallyings of doom),
Transitions and enhancings,
And bloody ray.
The phantom-host has faded quite,
Splendor and Terror gone
Portent or promise--and gives way
To pale, meek Dawn;
The coming, going,
Alike in wonder showing--
Alike the God,
Decreeing and commanding
The million blades that glowed,
The muster and disbanding--
Midnight and Morn.
poem by Herman Melville
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Two Alike
Two Alike
Two Entities
Pulsating alike—
Two hearts
Beating alike—
Two minds
Throbbing alike—
Two souls
Singing alike!
Has anyone seen
Such a like
In this world
Where nothing is alike?
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Midnight On The Bay
Its midnight on the bay
And lights are shinin
And the sailboats sway
And that cool ocean breeze.
Blowin down through the keys
I think Ill call it a day
Oh, midnight on the bay.
Sure feels good to me.
Whats this I see
Theres someone comin
Walkin right up to me
She tells me I know your name
And if its all the same
Id like to spend some time.
And midnight on the bay
Sure feels good to me.
And now its midnight on the bay
Lights are shinin
On the sailboats that sway
In the cool ocean breeze
Blowin down through the keys
I think Ill call it a day
Oh, midnight on the bay.
Sure feels good to me.
song performed by by Neil Young
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They're Not Here, They're Not Coming
(don henley/stan lynch)
From the arizona desert
To the salisbury plain
Lights on the horizon
Patterns on the grain
Anxious eyes turned upward
Clutching souvenirs
Carrying our highest hopes and our darkest fears
They swear there was an accident back in '47
Little man with a great big head
Splattered down from heaven
Government conspiracy; cover-ups and lies
Hidden in the desert under endless skies
Well, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
Post, postmodern world
No time for heroes, no place for good guys
No room for rocky the flying squirrel
They're not here, they're not coming
Not in a million years
Turn your weary eyes back homeward
Stop your trembling, dry your tears
You may see the heavens flashing
You may hear the cosmos humming
But i promise you, my brother
They're not here, they're not coming
Would they pile into the saucer
Find orlando's rat and hug it?
Go screaming through the universe
Just to get mcnuggets?
Well, i don't think so, i don't think so
It's much too dangerous, it's much too strange
Here in a world that won't give oprah no home on the range
Well, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
Post, postmodern world
No authenticity, no sign of soul
The radio won't play george and merle
They're not here, they're not coming
Not in a million years
'til we put away our hatred
'til we lay aside our fears
You may see the heavens flashing
You may hear the cosmos humming
But i promise you, my sister
They're not here, they're not coming
To this garden we were given
And always took for granted
It's like my daddy told me, you just bloom where you're planted.
Now you long to be delivered
From this world of pain and strife
That's a sorry substitution for a spiritual life
(solo)
Well, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
Post, postmodern world
No place for sentiment, no room for romance
Bring back the duke of earl
They're not here, they're not coming
Not in a million years
Turn your hopes back homeward
Hold your children, dry their tears
You may see the heavens flashing
You may hear the cosmos humming
But i promise you, my brother
They're not here, they're not coming
They're not here, they're not coming
Not in a million years
'til we put away our hatred
And lay aside our fears
You may see the heavens flashing
You may hear the cosmos humming
But i promise you, my brother
They're not here, they're not coming
song performed by by Don Henley
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We Must Be Thinking Alike
So many nights we didn't fight but never talked much
We just lost touch
I think we knew our dream come true was slowly dying
No denying
Now comes the time we must decide to go or stay
To get it back somehow or throw it all away
We must be thinking alike
You never held me so tight
We must be finally doing something right
I'm not about to give in
This is a fight we can win and after all this time
We must be thinking alike
Let's just stay home
I'll get a pizza and a movie we both wanna see
And later on who knows what we'll find to agree on
It's been so long
Dim down the lights, turn off the phone and the TV
I can tell the way you're smiling back at me that
We must be thinking alike
You never held me so tight
We must be finally doing something right
I'm not about to give in
This is a fight we can win and after all this time
We must be thinking alike
We must be thinking alike
Holding aech other so tight
We must be finally doing something right
I'm not about to give in
This is a fight we can win and after all this time
We must be thinking alike
song performed by by Pam Tillis
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Variability is the law of life, and as no two faces are the same, so no two bodies are alike, and no two individuals react alike and behave alike under the abnormal conditions which we know as disease.
quote by William Osler
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Theyre Not Hereyre Not Coming
(don henley/stan lynch)
From the arizona desert
To the salisbury plain
Lights on the horizon
Patterns on the grain
Anxious eyes turned upward
Clutching souvenirs
Carrying our highest hopes and our darkest fears
They swear there was an accident back in 47
Little man with a great big head
Splattered down from heaven
Government conspiracy; cover-ups and lies
Hidden in the desert under endless skies
Well, its a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
Post, postmodern world
No time for heroes, no place for good guys
No room for rocky the flying squirrel
Theyre not here, theyre not coming
Not in a million years
Turn your weary eyes back homeward
Stop your trembling, dry your tears
You may see the heavens flashing
You may hear the cosmos humming
But I promise you, my brother
Theyre not here, theyre not coming
Would they pile into the saucer
Find orlandos rat and hug it?
Go screaming through the universe
Just to get mcnuggets?
Well, I dont think so, I dont think so
Its much too dangerous, its much too strange
Here in a world that wont give oprah no home on the range
Well, its a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
Post, postmodern world
No authenticity, no sign of soul
The radio wont play george and merle
Theyre not here, theyre not coming
Not in a million years
til we put away our hatred
til we lay aside our fears
You may see the heavens flashing
You may hear the cosmos humming
But I promise you, my sister
Theyre not here, theyre not coming
To this garden we were given
And always took for granted
Its like my daddy told me, you just bloom where youre planted.
Now you long to be delivered
From this world of pain and strife
Thats a sorry substitution for a spiritual life
(solo)
Well, its a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
Post, postmodern world
No place for sentiment, no room for romance
Bring back the duke of earl
Theyre not here, theyre not coming
Not in a million years
Turn your hopes back homeward
Hold your children, dry their tears
You may see the heavens flashing
You may hear the cosmos humming
But I promise you, my brother
Theyre not here, theyre not coming
Theyre not here, theyre not coming
Not in a million years
til we put away our hatred
And lay aside our fears
You may see the heavens flashing
You may hear the cosmos humming
But I promise you, my brother
Theyre not here, theyre not coming
song performed by by Don Henley
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At Midnight Hour
AT midnight hour I went, not willingly,
A little, little boy, yon churchyard past,
To Father Vicar's house; the stars on high
On all around their beauteous radiance cast,
At midnight hour.
And when, in journeying o'er the path of life,
My love I follow'd, as she onward moved,
With stars and northern lights o'er head in strife,
Going and coming, perfect bliss I proved
At midnight hour.
Until at length the full moon, lustre-fraught,
Burst thro' the gloom wherein she was enshrined;
And then the willing, active, rapid thought
Around the past, as round the future twined,
At midnight hour.
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Love Is Sweeping The Country
Why are people gay
All the night and day
Feeling as they never felt before
What is the thing
That makes them sing?
Rich man, poor man, thief
Doctor, lawyer, chief
Feel a feeling that they cant ignore
It plays a part in every heart
And every heart is shouting, encore
Love is sweeping the country,
Waves are hugging the shore,
All the sexes
From maine to texas
Have never known such love before!
See them billing and cooing
Like the birdies above
Each girl and boy alike
Sharing joy alike
Feels that passion ll
Soon be national!
Love is sweeping the country
There never was so much love
(bridge)
See them billing and cooing
Like the birdies above
Each girl and boy alike
Sharing joy alike
Feels that passion ll
Soon be national!
Love is sweeping the country
There never was so much love
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Armies in the Fire
The lamps now glitter down the street;
Faintly sound the falling feet;
And the blue even slowly falls
About the garden trees and walls.
Now in the falling of the gloom
The red fire paints the empty room:
And warmly on the roof it looks,
And flickers on the back of books.
Armies march by tower and spire
Of cities blazing, in the fire;--
Till as I gaze with staring eyes,
The armies fall, the lustre dies.
Then once again the glow returns;
Again the phantom city burns;
And down the red-hot valley, lo!
The phantom armies marching go!
Blinking embers, tell me true
Where are those armies marching to,
And what the burning city is
That crumbles in your furnaces!
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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We can do it! !
We speak different languages, but we think alike,
We have different cultures, but we behave alike,
We live in different zones, but we feel alike,
We are differently toned, but we are hurt alike,
Thinking of truth, nothing but the truth,
Behaving as a human, none other than human,
Feelings and its intensity, pain is same everywhere,
Hurt and the wound, the scar is not different somewhere.
We can understand one another, as the clouds do,
We can sniff the indifference, as the earth does,
We can protect the treasure as the moon does,
We can destroy the germ full thoughts, as the sun does.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Raining...
Morn, midday, midnight…
Pouring off rooftops,
down windowpanes,
down my face, pouring
hardship to absorb
Morn, midday, midnight
complete, but I'm disengaged
from my whole
day follows rain and the
advent of sun, and solitude
finds its place in dry rest
Baring loneliness and
longing for my sun and the
injured sky rains blood without
coloring my big star red, these increase
energy in my bedlam! Yet, I'm not too
absent-minded to intuit the omen:
trees deprived of life, and
as dead as winter's debris, yet
outside, life-force continues its path
Seems, I'm losing the power of love
and illness chainsawing and limbing and
leaving stumps and no phantom pain...
just the real thing!
Such impotent optimism is cause to erect
images of varied verse that I boldy penned:
Erotic Flamingo,
A Tale of Two Sisters,
The title of my loving partner,
Marveling the power of love
against the power of death
relishing beautiful morning
thousand points of light
twinkling in sky
Cow jumping over moon, and
dish running away with spoon.
Yet puzzling gloom and doom, still.
Raining…
pouring rain dissolves
not the love that burns in my heart!
O' love is heart's conquest, but you
O' death, I must surrender my body.
Save for spirit among spirits.
By Almedia Knight-Oliver, March 7,
poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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The Lonely One
After the show you walked right past.
Arms reached out for your autograph.
And as you flashed your backstage pass.
I caught your eye with a camera's flash.
When the band came out they stood behind you.
Cymbals crashed, the lights went blue.
You stood alone in the halo's haze.
Shinny guitar hung on gold lamay.
And you, you were the lonely one.
You were the lonely one.
When you perform it's so intense.
When the critics pan I write in your defense.
I understand I'm just a fan, I'm just a fan.
When I get home I turn off the alarm.
I've checked the phone, no messages on.
I play the ones from yesterday.
I play you're song just to hear you say that....
You, you're the lonely one.
You are the lonely one.
You, you're the lonely one.
You are the lonely one
song performed by by Wilco
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Two way action
Someone to ride on, and someone to toe to,
Someone to lean on, and someone to play,
Someone to admire, and someone to despise,
Some to sway on, and someone to obey to,
One longs for alike, else one is in disarray.
09.02.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Relentless Kiss Upon My Face
Dim lights on this winter road,
midnight, a black color of smalt,
Northern Ranges, a night code
on the wet dissonance of asphalt.
Melted snow, a reflective surface,
spring birds are hidden for life;
neon lights, bright epigraphs,
street signs hung, soul's cold knife,
units dispersed - thrown randomly,
lowered sky, Scattered snow smell,
no voices, you left, a runaway,
an existence absent of this quell..
A smiling Abyssos opens above me
that sums my voice's apostasy!
Makes life's floss a bitter glee,
on this scene of my empty sympathy.
My image in a mirroring esteem,
immense depth cut by colds wit,
without you appearing in a dream,
without me appearing on exit.
Immense depth, this grave symbol;
you never listened, cried or wept..
This removal maybe will extol,
all our dreams that here are swept.
Green trees, gendarmes, of whiteness..
A lonely rain insists to trace,
along this solitude of politeness,
as a relentless kiss, upon my face..
Copyright ® G. V.10.17.2011
/ PoemH.28548729
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Understand For Sure, You Are Here To Learn What Understanding Is!
Can you see dear,
life itself is the fountain of infinite Self,
That tiny drops of life raise from and fall into same,
Rainbow of enchanting beauty,
That due to light of soul,
showing its enchanting colours.
In every drops, large or tiny alike,
Flora and fauna are those devices of self,
rainbow looks more clear,
When tiny drops are in abundance!
Self manifesting its capabilities,
That all energies and forces too,
Change their form for the play of the formless,
Who is in eternal play appearing in various forms,
Formless showing his ability to assume any form!
Life is a school, with dress code,
Uniform that the kids of self wear,
Show in which class they learn,
Showing level of evolution of mind,
Tuning to the mind of that infinite!
Look at the uniform you and me wearing,
top most class in which we study,
Don't engage in ragging juniors,
Look inside,
Know for sure, you have the source of fountain of life,
That eternal loving Self act through you
Understand you are here to learn,
What understanding means!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Ireland
In the wild and lurid desert, in the thunder-travelled ways,
'Neath the night that ever hurries to the dawn that still delays,
There she clutches at illusions, and she seeks a phantom goal
With the unattaining passion that consumes the unsleeping soul:
And calamity enfolds her, like the shadow of a ban,
And the niggardness of Nature makes the misery of man:
And in vain the hand is stretched to lift her, stumbling in the gloom,
While she follows the mad fen-fire that conducts her to her doom.
poem by William Watson
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God's Lil' Snowflakes
God’s lil’ Snowflake
Snowflakes are denizens
Of cold winter sky
Drawn from grey clouds
To icy drifts, where they lie
They blanket bare limbs
Of cold shivering trees
Through which they swim
Like swarms of crystalline bees
Individually formed,
no two are alike…and which with,
Mother Nature, the artist
Paints her canvas of white
Each snowflake is a delight
The best of which is among
The delight in a child’s eyes
When snowflake lights on the tongue
poem by David Whalen
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Northern Star
And I cry and no one can hear
Inhale
The blinded eyes that see
The chaos
Bring the pitiful to me
Even though Im wide-awake, I will
& blackest night & I will wait for you
Its cold in here, theres no one left
And I wait for you
And nothing stops it happening
And I knew, Id cherish all my misery alone
And I wait staring at the northern star
Im afraid it wont lead me anywhere
Hes so cold, he will ruin the world tonight
All the angels kneel into the northern lights
Kneel into the frozen lights
And they paid, I cry and cry for you
Ghosts that haunt you with their sorrow
I cried cos you were doomed
Praying to the wound that swallows
All thats cold and cruel
Can you see the treees, charity and gratitude
They run to the pines
Its black in here, blot out the sun
And run to the pines
Our misery runs wild and free
And I knew, the fire and the ashes of his grave
And I wait staring at the northern star
Im afraid it wont lead you very far
Hes so cold, he will win the world tonight
All the angels kneel into the northern lights
Feel their hearts, theyre cold and white
And I want you
And blessed are the broken
And I beg you
No loneliness, no misery is worth you
Oh, tear his heart cold as ice
Its mine
And I wait, praying to the northern star
Im afraid it wont lead you anywhere
Hes so cold, raining on the world tonight
All the angels kneeling to the northern lights
And I pray, begging to the northern star
Im afraid it wont lead you anywhere
Hes so cold, he will rule the world tonight
All the angels, kneeling to the northern lights
Kneeling to the frozen lights
Feel their hearts, theyre cold as ice
song performed by by Hole
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Lonely We
Lonely you, lonely I,
Lonely together; here we lie.
Lonely me, lonely you,
Lonely in love, O! what to do?
Lonely us, lonely we,
Lonely alike, just you and me:
Lonely allies;
Life mundane makes
Lonely souls to cry in pain.
At least this mirror helps my plea -
Some lonely cheer in what I see -
To share my pain to some degree:
Another lonely I with me.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Why Darkness?
I'm in love with the blackness
of hearts of mine alike.
I love the way it feels when hatred takes over
and anger is in control.
Oh why is this Xtacie to me?
I embrace the blackness.
Why must I try to resist
when it's like candy fer my heart?
I love the taste of candy.
I love the taste of hearts.
Sway with me my darling,
sway to the Khaotic Xtacie
that is in our hearts.
Sway my love to be...
poem by BroKen FisT
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