When Every Sunset Counts
Sunset glow how well I know
You're warming rays upon my face
It was not always so
That I adored your glow
In youths and haste
It was a terrible waste
But as the autumns passed
And seasons rushed so fast
I prayed to ease the pace
I long for sunshine on my face
Each spring I wait
Behind the Iron Gate
To hear a robin's song
And knew it won't be long
Before I dance along the sandy shore
I feel the sunset glow
And wished it was forever so.
poem by Ingeborg von Finsterwalde
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Morning Glow
Morning glow morning glow
Starts to glimmer when you know
Winds of change are set to blow
And sweep this whole land through
Morning glow is long past due
Morning glow fill the earth
Come on shine far all youre worth
Well be present at the birth
Of all faith looking new
Morning glow is long past due
Oh oh morning glow
Id like to help you grow
You should have started long ago
Morning glow all days long
For we sing tomorrows song
Never knew we could be so strong
But now its very clear
Morning glow is almost here
Oh oh morning glow
Id like to help you grow
We should have started long ago
Morning glow all your life
We can make the new day right
All the bad songs of the night
Will fade into the past
Morning glow is here at last
song performed by by Michael Jackson
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Forever Glow
I wanna watch you glow
I love to see you glow
I wanna see the sun shine out
And heal the aching bones
I wanna set you free
Find sweet harmony
Cause I can see a rainbow now
Smiling through the trees
Glow, glow, forever glow
Glow, glow, forever glow
I wanna let you know
Let the river flow
Find that place to be
Set your spirit free
Lighten up the shade
Bring color to the day
A perfect kind of you
A perfect kind of me
Glow, glow, forever glow
Glow, glow, forever glow
Glow
song performed by by Feeder
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Adam to Your Eve
If I were the 'up' to your downs...
I'd pull your smile right up off the ground,
Oh!
And I would be the Adam to your Eve.
And I would be sure you'd be treated,
Equally.
If I were the Sun to your moon...
I'd heat you up from morning 'til noon,
Oh!
And I'd make sure I'd beam you with my rays.
To keep a smile on your pretty face...
To glow!
And...
If we were the lovers I see.
The ones depicted on movie screens,
Oh!
There would be no reason to leave.
Since we would be here happily,
Eternally!
And...
If I were the 'up' to your downs...
I'd pull your smile right up off the ground,
Oh!
And I would be the Adam to your Eve.
And I would be sure you'd be treated,
Equally.
If I were the Sun to your moon...
I'd heat you up from morning 'til noon,
Oh!
And I'd make sure I'd beam you with my rays.
To keep a smile on your pretty face...
To glow!
And...
If we were the lovers I see.
The ones depicted on movie screens,
Oh!
There would be no reason for us to leave.
Since we would be here happily,
Eternally!
And...
If I were the 'up' to your downs...
I'd pull your smile right up off the ground,
Oh!
And I would be the Adam to your Eve.
And I would be sure you'd be treated,
Equally.
To glow.
To glow.
To glow.
To glow.
And I would be the Adam to your Eve,
To glow.
To glow.
To glow.
To glow.
And I would be the Adam to your Eve,
To glow.
To glow.
To glow.
To glow.
And I would be the Adam to your Eve,
To glow.
To glow.
To glow.
To glow.
And I would be the Adam to your Eve!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Glow
Glow
Out of all contexts and scenery
it shows laughter rings inside of me
aching paths don't cross so easily
break my back to see things differently
so glow
we've held off the cold
low and behold
the seasons passing toll
i find reasons and stop wondering
the different ways in which we feel the same
give too much to what-if imagery
now the second time means more to me
so glow
we've held off the cold
so glow
we've held off the cold
low and behold
turns winter spring and fall
song performed by by Unkle
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Not too hollow
A promise not too hollow
Relation to grow and allow
No restriction of any kind
As can be seen even by blind
Love is divine gift
It finds no way or shift
It just takes place
There is glow on face
Love is for loving and not leaving
It is for the joy and pain relieving
No matter how much hurdle you face
Nothing should separate us in any case
It is holier than holy to keep the relation
It can find any suitable equation
It is same in hope and despair
One broken can not be repaired
It may find long wait
But can’t be sealed by fate
Let the spring come very late
When flowers zoom I will openly dance and state
I live for tomorrow
Today I may have to lye low
There is high hope for lovely future
I am confident and very much sure
I am very much optimistic
The same position can not remain static
It has to go away for holy reasons
The joy is to be shared by two persons
Hold in arms wherever you go
The wind may also help and blow
As rive has calm and natural flow
Face may might up and find beautiful glow
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Darkness Is Falling
Verse 1:
When darkness is falling and shadows grow long
Its time for the children to sing this old song
It tells of the coming of wonders untold
Forgotten is winter, its fury and cold,
Hi-ho, hi-ho, well soon see the candles glow
Hi-ho, hi-ho, well soon see the candles glow
Repeat verse 1
When darkness is falling and stars fill the sleigh
The waiting is over and we all know why
Its time for celebrating and having a feast
Because of the tidings that come from the east
Hi-ho, hi-ho, well soon see the candles glow
Hi-ho, hi-ho, well soon see the candles glow
song performed by by Boney M.
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Long Ago
I loved a maiden, long ago,
She held within her hand my fate;
And in the ruddy sunset glow
We lingered at the garden gate.
The splendor of the western skies
Lay in a halo on her hair.
I gazed with worship in her eyes,
And deemed her true and knew her fair.
'Good night,' I said, and turned away;
She held me with her subtle smile.
I saw her red lips whisper 'stay,'
And so I lingered yet awhile.
'I love you, love you, sweet!' I said,
She laughed, and whispered, 'I love you.'
I kissed her small mouth, ripe and red,
And knew her fair, and deemed her true.
'Twas very, very long ago,
And I was young, and so was she;
My faith as love was strong, for oh!
The maid was all the world to me.
But as the sunset died away
And left the heavens cold and blue,
So died my dream of love one day.
The maid was only fair,
not
true.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Not To Love You
I feel you in the sunshine.
Your scent
Fills the garden of a memory.
And I always find
Your eyes in the dark.
I feel you next to me
But can't touch you.
Only through
The song of a lark.
I have tried so
Not to love you.
Forever in vain.
I still hear you
Calling my name.
Your voice
That sweet echo of pain.
Burning passion
You never can tame.
Now a lovers concerto
In the rain.
I see your face
In rainbow and sunset.
Colours run without trace
From a canvas torn.
Yet,
The ambiance of a final dance
Is lit by a moon of blue.
I have tried so
Not to love you.
Forever in vain.
poem by Kevin East
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Anne of Snow
Unalterable she is, my Anne of snow;
Of winter laughs and aves in modes of white;
Her love conceivable and face to glow.
For always feeling of her mirth and flow;
Orison's company betimes forthright;
Unalterable she is, my Anne of snow.
What is important to keep tight, and stow
Ghost nuptial forms of Sunday's blue shore bight,
Her love conceivable and face to glow.
In silence comes, snow's pure to bestow;
my winter's sole adviser dreams benight;
Unalterable she is, my Anne of snow.
White blanket to descend, a silent flow;
The sovereign of woods, in wordless rite;
Her love conceivable and face to glow.
Retention of her intellect to show,
Perceptual is her entity and plight;
Unalterable she is, my Anne of snow;
Her love conceivable and face to glow.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Sunset
There's no wonder,
You are loved.
No wonder...
Clouds and thunder,
Bow and step aside.
To allow such radiance,
To glow with the removal...
Of your presence shrouded in mist!
And the dew at dawn,
Slowly lifts!
With the announcement of your coming!
There is no wonder,
You are loved!
No wonder at all...
Joy appears.
To twinkles eyes,
And dry disappearing tears.
And when your rays,
Come to shine and stays...
Until you begin,
In the evening to descend.
There is no wonder 'you' are loved...
Sunset!
No wonder,
When the night comes to call...
This gift you bring,
Has delighted us all!
And there is no wonder...
You are loved.
In winter.
In Spring.
Summer...
And during the adventures,
Spellbinding Fall.
There is no wonder many find you,
In their hearts to reminisce...
Sunset!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Be the Sunset
No longer satisfied simply watching the sunset
I feel compelled to stretch fiery fingers of light
across the universe
Radiate red and orange brilliance
Glow and shimmer as diamonds
on a watery palette
Be amazing
Be the sunset
poem by Gainor Ventresco Laney
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The Mistress
Her face was delicate, and beautiful to know,
When touched by sunlight, or a candle's glow,
And weaving a dream around him, with cunning ease,
She knew by expertise, just how to please.
And he in turn, reached out and with delight,
Drew her close, and sensed that all was right,
So that leaving her tonight, would cause him pain
Within his heart, and that he must remain.
For to leave at all, no, this he could not do,
He looked at her again, and then he knew,
That she was his, forever and a day,
And that forever, he would have to pay!
poem by Ernestine Northover
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On the Bay
When the salt wave laps on the long, dim shore,
And frets the reef with its windy sallies,
And the dawn's white light is threading once more
The purple firs in the landward valleys,
While yet the arms of the wide gray sea
Are cradling the sunrise that is to be,
The fisherman's boat, through the mist afar,
Has sailed in the wake of the morning star.
The wind in his cordage and canvas sings
Its old glad song of strength and endeavor,
And up from the heart of the ocean rings
A call of courage and cheer forever;
Toil and danger and stress may wait
Beyond the arch of the morning's gate,
But he knows that behind him, upon the shore,
A true heart prays for him evermore.
When a young moon floats in the hollow sky,
Like a fairy shallop, all pale and golden,
And over the rocks that are grim and high,
The lamp of the light-house aloft is holden;
When the bay is like to a lucent cup
With glamor and glory and glow filled up,
In the track of the sunset, across the foam,
The fisherman's boat comes sailing home.
The wind is singing a low, sweet song
Of a rest well won and a toil well over,
And there on the shore shines clear and strong
The star of the homelight to guide the rover:
And deep unto deep may call and wail
But the fisherman laughs as he furls his sail,
For the bar is passed and the reef is dim
And a true heart is waiting to welcome him!
poem by Lucy Maud Montgomery
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It was a rich and gorgeous sunset - an American sunset; and the ruddy glow of the sky was reflected from some extensive pools of water among the shadowy copses in the meadow below.
quote by Francis Parkman
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Approx.20: 15 Hours, February 10, Euphoria (adult Content)
a soft snuggling
tight embrace
a glint like cut diamond shines blue in an ember orange sunset glow
a soft red glow to his cheeks
a red tinge to his lips
more snuggling
lights out
his hands explore what is not his- was not
together we fall, impacting a small family of pillows
I begin what he had started
we lose track of where each of us ends and the other begins
completion of our confusion- insertion
mad, swift motions
cogniscence drowned by euphoria glowng after the ember sunset ends
we lie together, asleep
poem by Sam Morrow
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Sunset on Sunset
Sunset to our sunsets I never thought
For all day long the moments I longed
You you you why did you go
You you you what should I do
Wanna close the curtains
Wanna close the doors
Wanna bring the darkness
Before the sunset starts
How to stop my heart
Thumping up the beat
Waiting for the hands
Waiting for the hands
No no no no no
Cant close my eyes
Cos I feel the lips
All those evening pecks
You you you why did you go
You you you what should I do
Sunset to our sunsets I never thought
For all day long the moments I longed
Yellow yellow then red
Nah nah nah
Red is green for me
Oh how can I play
Waiting waiting for you
Come and start the game
Oh how long to wait
Oh how long to wait
Wish it is dark
Dark and dark forever
Where sun never shows
So it never sets
Sunset to our sunsets I never thought
For all day long the moments I longed
You you you why did you go
You you you what should I do
poem by Rowving Smith
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As The Sunset
As the sunset I think to myself why.
As the sunset I sit down and cry.
Wondering why life got to be a lie.
As the sunset I dropp my head.
As the sunset I think about you instead.
How can I go home and get in my bed.
As the sunset I say no.
As the sunset I just don't know.
My love that I have for u just wont go.
As the sunset I look to the sky.
As the sunset I wait to die.
Tell me how to say good-bye.
As the sunset I say a prayer.
As the sunset how can I dare.
I'm giving up, I just don't care.
Sitting by the window watching the sun to set.
Knowing I'm going to see you again,
and you coming back home at the end.
By: Brittany Smith
9/25/08
poem by Brittany Smith
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The Glow
The glow, the glow!
Amazing show.
You always seem to know,
Where it should go,
I want to learn how to make it glow,
I practise, I practise, I am slow.
But with your work I do know,
Reach out and touch the glow.
When I’m Gone
When I’m gone
what will I miss
the warmth of dawn
with the sun’s first kiss,
the sunset and the sky at night
with the moon and stars
all shining bright.
The four seasons when they call
winter, spring, summer and fall,
the glow around our loving home
that repels all thoughts to roam.
However, I am not going just yet
too much more here to enjoy
before I kick
that preverbal bucket.
9 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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The Gentle Water Bird (for Mary Gilmore)
In the far days, when every day was long,
Fear was upon me and the fear was strong,
Ere I had learned the recompense of song.
In the dim days I trembled, for I knew
God was above me, always frowning through,
And God was terrible and thunder-blue.
Creeds the discoloured awed my opening mind,
Perils, perplexities - what could I find? -
All the old terror waiting on mankind.
Even the gentle flowers of white and cream,
The rainbow with its treasury of dream,
Trembled because of God's ungracious scheme.
And in the night the many stars would say
Dark things unaltered in the light of day:
Fear was upon me even in my play.
There was a lake I loved in gentle rain:
One day there fell a bird, a courtly crane:
Wisely he walked, as one who knows of pain.
Gracious he was and lofty as a king:
Silent he was, and yet he seemed to sing
Always of little children and the Spring.
God? Did he know him? It was far he flew?.
God was not terrible and thunder-blue:
- It was a gentle water bird I knew.
Pity was in him for the weak and strong,
All who have suffered when the days were long
And he was deep and gentle as a song.
As a calm soldier in a cloak of grey
He did commune with me for many a day
Till the dark fear was lifted far away.
Sober-apparelled, yet he caught the glow:
Always of Heaven would he speak, and low,
And he did tell me where the wishes go.
Kinsfolk of his it was who long before
Came from the mist (and no one knows the shore)
Came with the little children to the door.
Was he less wise than those birds long ago
Who flew from God (He surely willed it so)
Bearing great happiness to all below?
Long have I learned that all his speech was true;
I cannot reason it - how far he flew -
God is not terrible nor thunder-blue.
Sometimes, when watching in the white sunshine,
Someone approaches - I can half define
All the calm beauty of that friend of mine.
Nothing of hatred will about him cling:
Silent - how silent - but his heart will sing
Always of little children and the Spring.
poem by John Shaw Neilson
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