Face Lift (Life Poem)
Your old blindness
Now crystal clear
The world around
Now light bright.
It’s not just vanity
Friends assure you
And you look great
Did you get face lift?
No just new glasses!
poem by Ian Beckett
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Crystal Clear
How do you feel now? I want to know
Clear as crystal, I can see your face
In my glass of water, I can see your face
How do you feel know? I want to know
Does your love burn like a summer's day
Or is it still on hold in an ice cube tray?
Clear as crystal
How do you feel now? I want to know
Clear as crystal, I can see your face
In my glass of water? I can see your face
Winter has passed now, did you ever know?
Is your love forming like the springtime
Or is it still a snowdrop in the snow so fine?
Clear as crystal
Clear as crystal, I can see your face
In a glass of water, you can see your face
How do you feel know, I want to know
Now I can see you so crystal clear
Crystal clear
song performed by by X-Ray Spex
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He Wore Dark Sun glasses
The sun it was not shining and dark gray were the skies
Yet he wore dark sun glasses for to conceal his eyes
From the gaze of other people what was he trying to hide
Since to the mirror of his soul daylight he had denied.
Or maybe his eyes are sensitive to light so dark glasses at all times he must wear
Since seeing one wearing dark glasses on a cloudy morning is quite rare
In sunny weather many wear dark glasses to save their eyes from the sun's glare
On bright and warm Summer days of the sun one must beware.
This morning in the wind and rain it did seem strange to me
A young man wearing dark sun glasses out walking I did see
On such an overcast day sunglasses did seem out of place
If you cannot see a person's eyes you cannot memorize their face.
He may have eyes sensitive to light and have to wear dark glasses every day
But when I said hello to him he had nothing to say
If you cannot see a person's eyes to you that person a stranger remain
And I would not recognize his face were I to see him again.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Bright White Light
Totally out of it
Out of Control
Raised out of my shell
Raised higher upwards
To the Bright White light
Thumping of the skull
Against thy brains
Weightlessly ponder the
Depth and height of thy mind
In the Bright White light
Enlightened above
Shown crystal clear
Are other reasons of notions
The truth is lain before thee
By the Bright White light
Lost alone in a crowd
Distanced from the others
They said it would go
Away but it’s still me
And the Bright White light
poem by Stephen Beckett
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My Blindness
Once I woke up in the dark and thought I was blind. There was no light at all. There's always some light.
Blind, I was calm in that perfect dark. Friends would come, and I'd tell them what they had to do. It would be all right.
I'd go back home, but dignified, and I'd know my way perfectly in the house, even on the streets. I'd only been gone a few years.
I'd have them read me strange books, and they'd love my strangeness, thinking this is what it was, we knew there was something. They'd loved it a little already.
There at home in my great dark I'd find a single purpose, and begin.
But you know this: the light came.
Don't laugh at me. I live with so little blindness. Such a long way I've come. So little blindness.
poem by Eric Torgersen
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Descent Into Grey (Life Poem)
It could be the end of the world as you know it,
When change is a crisis that decolours your life,
If you choose in your blindness to only see grey.
You know nothing has changed, and it's just
Your perspective that turns day into night, but
It could be the end of the world as you know it.
It's hard to see good when the news is so bad,
With everyone nervous about what is to come,
If you choose in your blindness to only see grey.
Go back to a place when colours were bright,
Unless you can see that things are not really grey,
It could be the end of the world as you know it.
Try recolouring your life with Instagram intensity,
And switch back and forth to see it's your choice,
If you choose in your blindness to only see grey.
Repainting your world with your Instagram mind,
A perspective that is more balanced than true, or
It could be the end of the world as you know it,
If you choose in your blindness to only see grey.
poem by Ian Beckett
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When you believe
Believe in the unseen
and they will be revealed, before your eyes
believe in the impossible,
possible will they be in your own hands
believe in the unthinkable, they will be real
in your own mind and world
When you believe in the positive
the world is clear, so bright and so enjoyable
the world becomes a better place to stay
when you believe there is
a yesterday, a today, and a tomorrow
all is crystal clear
All needed is the strength to paddle
through all the goodness
believing is the best way to go.
poem by Kente Lucy
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Walk Towards Light
We all see the light
But not all understand mean to be bright
Blind say never know what is light look like
But not mean blind doesnt know what is bright
Light make something bright, bright never make a light
When the blind say, i'm bright..yes he/she is right
Coz bright is something we feel inside
And it's a great as we see the light...
So ask your heartbeat if they have both? ? smile is the answer! _Unwritten Soul
We all can see the light
The sun is the main source
Of our world's light
We can see its light at the day
But never can we see at night
The heart is the main source of our life's light
We can see its light day and night
Because it's bright not a light
Heart's bright can also be seen
When eyes bright
When faces smile
When lovers combined
When my friend take my hand
Walk with me towards the light
Hosny Soliman
poem by hosny Soliman
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Small Things Bother Me
He wore dark glasses I could not see his eyes
And the mirror to his soul he did disguise
He hid from the World his personality
Without the eyes a face you only see.
Perhaps his eyes from the bright sun he shade
The main reason why dark glasses are made
And though he lives nearby him I shall never get to know
As he wears dark glasses rain or sun shine or snow.
Any acknowledgement of me he never seems to show
And we pass each other by without saying hello
Through his dark glasses into my soul he peer
And he's still a stranger though to me he lives near.
Perhaps I'm small in ways and small things get to me
But it bothers me when others eyes I cannot see
Whether their eyes be blue, brown, green or grey who can say
As the mirror to their soul behind dark glasses hidden away.
I see him often though not every day
And his eyes behind dark glasses always hidden away
The mirror of his soul is well hidden from me,
Perhaps I'm small and small things bother me.
poem by Francis Duggan
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I said Don’t Tell Me
Don’t tell me of a world of masterful politicians
Don’t tell me of a world of embattled coalitions
Don’t tell me of a world of the spin doctors slurs
Cannot perceive the blindness as the vision blurs
Don’t tell me of a world of the dominance in hate
Don’t tell me of a world in riches for who last ate
Don’t tell me of a world of trades in bloodied furs
Cannot perceive the blindness as the vision blurs
Do tell me of a world where a heart seeks allures
Do tell me of a world for when tranquillity conquers
Do tell me of a world empowered as rebellion stirs
Cannot perceive the blindness as the vision blurs
Don’t tell me of a world of violent augmentation
Don’t tell me of a world in servitude of aggression
Don’t tell me of a world of pennies before the cures
Cannot perceive the blindness as the vision blurs
Don’t tell me of a world of the lost and the listless
Don’t tell me of a world of a dying disciple so lifeless
Don’t tell me of a world infested by human aggressors
Cannot perceive the blindness as the vision blurs
Do tell me of a world that the politician fought for freedom
Do tell me of a world where we dropp the food not the bomb
Do tell me of a world when making love new life occurs
Cannot perceive the blindness as the vision blurs
Do tell me of a world for grain that fed the thousand starving
Do tell me of a world when a day broke in a child’s laughing
Do tell me of a world where I can drink from purest streams
I can start to perceive though to only make sense in dreams
poem by Vision Ghost
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Eye to eye with a ghost
senses have eyes
deceived by
our all seeing eyes
if these 'eyelids'
would open to let
the other world
a bat of the eye away
comes through
the dead young man
his spirit at the cupboard,
stares and wonders
the state of my being
good as alive
would the curtain
between us lift itself?
or would some great mind
dissolve it in a great
pair of spectacles?
what a see through formulae
the glasses must carry
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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God's Light
Let the light of God shine upon you today,
remember to lift up your heart each and
every day in every way.
The light of God shines bright even in the
littlest sight.
The light of God is giving us passion,
love, uniqueness and grace.
The light of God is praying, each and every
day to let the Light of God go to our
hearts and share for all the world to see.
The light of God is singing, no matter
what, love God with the utmost!
poem by Laurel Larison
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Love Is Blindness (live)
Love is blindness
I don't wanna see
Won't you wrap the night
Around me?
Oh my heart
Love is blindness
In a parked car
In a crowded street
You see your love
Made complete
Thread is ripping
The knot is slipping
Love is blindness
Love is clockworks
And cold steel
Fingers too numb to feel
Squeeze the handle
Blow out the candle
Love is blindness
Love is blindness
I don't want to see
Won't you wrap the night
Around me?
Oh my love
Blindness
A little death
Without mourning
No call
And no warning
Baby, a dangerous idea
That almost makes sense
Love is drowning
In a deep well
All the secrets
And no one to tell
Take the money
Honey
Blindness
Love is blindness
I don't want to see
Won't you wrap the night
Around me?
Oh my love
Blindness
song performed by by U2
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At The First Sign Of Early Morning Light (Sicilian Septet)
At the first sign of early morning light
there is something strange and incandescent
that is disposing of the darkest night
and when it is over, suddenly spent,
my very own eyes have got the first sight
of a new day that is from heaven sent
and everything is crystal clear and bright.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Crystal Charisma
As clear as crystal necklaces
Worn by celebrities
And snowflakes as each passes
Upon a wistful breeze,
Or spiders' webs with morning dew,
So gossamer, so fine,
Transparent is my love for you,
My sweetheart Valentine...
As clear as crystal solitaires
That grace 9-carat rings
And icicles mid Winter's airs
As each new Christmas brings,
Or skating rinks spread out for all
To while away an hour,
Your eyes to me send out their call
With such hypnotic power...
As clear as crystal stars at night
That twinkle 'gainst the sky,
As if to shine with all their might
Intent to mystify...
I look at you and feel the thrill
Of love reborn, 'Hooray! '
Yet wonder if I ever will
Declare that love someday...
As clear as crystal would life be
If you said, 'I love you! '
Then all my doubts would surely flee,
For what else could they do?
As clear as crystal is my love,
Alas, I'm oh so shy...
Till God grants courage from above,
All I can do is... sigh...
Denis Martindale, copyright, April 2012.
poem by Denis Martindale
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Lift Me Up
I dont need your answered prayers
Or the chains your lover wears
I dont need your rings of gold
Or the secrets that you hold
Lift me up, darling
Lift me up and Ill fall with you lift me up
Let your love lift me up
I dont need your sacred vow
Or the promise tomorrow brings
There behind the morning clouds
Ill take the faith the daylight brings
Lift me up, darling
Lift me up, and Ill fall with you lift me up
Let your love lift me up
When the morning bright
Lifts away this night
And the light above
We will find our love, we will find our love
Your skin, your hand upon my neck
This skin, your fingers on my skin
This kiss, this heartbeat this breath
This heart, this heart this wilderness
Lift me up darling
Lift me up and Ill fall with you lift me up
Let your love lift me up
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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First Crush (for Vanessa, wherever she may be....)
The desk on which I wrote first poems
Six-liners, desperately in love
The LPs carried down the street
In case we met, I might impress
Her with my fresh scrubbed face
I wished for glasses much less thick
And hair more so, and darker yet
Waiting for Saturday to come
Imagining with whom she'd leave
The taste of Kiddush on her tongue
For some smoky mysterious pub
Or movie house, or music club
She seemed so self-possessed!
Was she? Her poem said
Sometimes I wish I didn't see.
Living would be so easy.
Her perfect face, perfect to me
Swelled bosom, page-boy hair
Soft eyes, why did she wish
For blindness nonetheless?
Not a single kiss, in truth
Not even one caress! Just one
Slow dance in the shul:
So Long, Frank Lloyd Wright -
I still know every note.
And then she rode off for the night
And for the rest of time
She vanished in the world upon
Whose surface, in whose face
I would never find her trace
My friends, laugh all you can
I wonder if she made it through
And thought of me again.
I seek her still, so that we may
Compare our poems, our notes of grace,
And all the people we became.
poem by Frank Bana
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Faces
the ripples
in the clear blue lake
God is smiling
the fleece in
the clear blue sky
God is caring
the haze...
the haze
God is fuming
this first meet between us
i see your biases too
they infiltrate every cell
of your face
clear as sky
your darting eyes
they carry bars
that weigh down
your trust
never for one instance they
rest on mine
and your heart
it comes over clear as
the glasses between us
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Peekabo, I Almost See You
Middle-aged life is merry, and I love to
lead it,
But there comes a day when your eyes
are all right but your arm isn't long
enough
to hold the telephone book where you can read it,
And your friends get jocular, so you go
to the oculist,
And of all your friends he is the joculist,
So over his facetiousness let us skim,
Only noting that he has been waiting for you ever since
you said Good evening to his grandfather clock under
the impression that it was him,
And you look at his chart and it says SHRDLU QWERTYOP,
and you say Well, why SHRDNTLU QWERTYOP? and he
says one set of glasses won't do.
You need two.
One for reading Erle Stanley Gardner's Perry Mason and
Keats's "Endymion" with,
And the other for walking around without saying Hello
to strange wymion with.
So you spend your time taking off your seeing glasses to put
on your reading glasses, and then remembering that your
reading glasses are upstairs or in the car,
And then you can't find your seeing glasses again because
without them on you can't see where they are.
Enough of such mishaps, they would try the patience of an
ox,
I prefer to forget both pairs of glasses and pass my declining
years saluting strange women and grandfather clocks.
poem by Ogden Nash
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Gaze Into The Crystal
Gaze into the crystal
and tell me what you see within.
Is my future rosy,
will I have many friends?
Look into the crystal;
pray tell me what you see for me.
Am I going to be rich,
or am I to remain poor.
Will I be loved always
or is it just a dream?
Gaze into the crystal
and tell me what you see.
Look into the crystal
I beg you please.
18 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Holy Spirit
I lift heavy legs and groping for glasses,
stumble through my dark house
to see if night will return the sky.
Aching for the new day
I sip strong coffee
and write.
Listen! Birdsong rings
from dark trees.
Wise winter birds
know that the world
begins
and ends
with song.
With the rush of wings
they teach me,
how to capture the infant sun!
They show me
how, with trill and vibrato,
to end the dreary night.
They use breath and light
to rise to heaven,
and renew with love
the face
of the earth.
poem by Steven Federle
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