Consonation.
Daylight subdues and fades away.
Dark shadows creep across the sky.
Scarlet now tints the west with pink
Sunlight can no longer reign.
Night comes into its own.
Nothing can change nature’s plan
The Sun will rise and quickly chase
The darkness of the night away.
As it was so it will be as long
as this world still spins.
Kasa a Korean form.
18/10/2009
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Are you afraid of the dark for M' lady Tara
The silent shadows secretly
hide in dark corners through the day.
They are aware that they must wait
until nightfall to congregate.
In the open and combine
into something man can’t define.
An entity with one desire
to terrify and to inspire.
In the hearts and minds of men
old atavistic memories
The fears their forbears knew again
from which they can gain no release,
As long as total darkness reigns
When dawn breaks; then the sun will rise.
The shadows flee to hide again.
Conceal them selves from human eyes..
As always they will lie in wait
in hidden corners out of sight.
Patiently to congregate
to celebrate the fall of night.
When shadows come into their own.
Reviving mankind’s ancient fears
of darkness when daylight has flown.
As they have done for countless years,
and will for all the years to come.
Although the modern man believes
Such foolish fears he’ll overcome
It’s only himself he deceives.
13/05/2009
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Moonlight Mysteries. for M'lady Tara
Moonlight.
Deceives our eyes
creates moving shadows
which seem to come and go at will.
Be still.
Time ebbs and flows,
in time the sun will rise
To banish shadows of the night.
By night
Our eyes tell lies
because the shadows flow
fluidly. They are never still.
Some will
spring a surprise.
As dawn is drawing close
they disappear and all is still.
Until
the next moonrise.
Recreating the shadows
Cast by the ruler of the night.
Tuesday,15 December 2009
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Black & white and shades of grey.
The curfew marks the fading of the light.
Now is the time when shadows congregate.
In hidden corners where they wait.
To welcome eagerly the fall of night.
Although by daylight forced to hide from sight.
The fall of darkness sets the shadows free
To go about their business secretly.
The quiet hours when the shadows claim their right.
But dawn will come and with the dawn daylight.
The shadows then are forced to hide away.
Throughout the day, to wait impatiently
Counting the hours until the fall of night.
Though where the shadows hide no man can say
With any degree of accuracy.
Tuesday,07 February 2012
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Night owl for Friend Colin
The sky a layer cake of hues
from darkest greys to palest blues.
The sun has set and daylight fades.
The birds have sung their serenades.
All noise is hushed as darkness falls.
The shadows vanish from he walls.
As curtains drawn against the night
deprive them of the yellow light
that’s cast from windows far and wide
Confining shadows to outside
The living rooms kept warm and bright
perhaps because men fear the night.
But I do not I am content
the darkness is my element.
28-Jun-08
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Appreciative Audience.
Soft moonlight filters through the trees
Which seem to dance to melodies
Created by the gentle breeze.
The shadows on the ground dance too
Or to my eyes they appear to
Disintegrate then form anew.
Sometimes the clouds blot out the light
The shadows gain a brief respite.
Rejoin the darkness of the night.
But clouds move on and when they do
And once again moonlight shows through.
The trees will dance, the shadows too.
The sun will rise to start the day.
The dancing shadows hide away
But where they hide no man can say.
The sun completes his daily quest.
Journeying from east to west.
Then sinks below the sea to rest.
The moon will rise she rules the night
Then once again to my delight
She bathes the trees in silver light.
The melodies played by the breeze
Will re awake the sleeping trees.
To dance again with practiced ease.
Beneath the trees reluctantly
the shadows still dance gracefully.
I watch in silence gratefully.
I know they do not dance for me
And I am privileged to see
The shadows dance under the trees.
Friday,23 September 2011
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All change for M lady Adria
Familiar landmarks disappear
gradually as darkness falls.
Though if you listen you can hear
the roosting birds exchanging calls.
From nests in tree you cannot see
though you’re aware that they’re still there
Enwrapped in night fall’s mystery.
There is no way you can compare
the quiet countryside at night
with the busy and bustling day.
All life moves faster in sunlight
until the sun sets anyway.
Darkness can make the world we see
into a realm of fantasy.
26-Jul-08
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Shadow Dancers for M 'lady Amy
The shadow which throughout the day
have hidden quietly away.
In nooks and crannies which they know
Day is their time for lying low.
When darkness falls come out to play.
Although the sunlight rules the day.
The silver moon’s in charge by night
and she has granted them the right.
To freely frolic through the night
they do not fear her gentle light.
Though when the sunrise lights the skies.
They hide again if they are wise.
Perhaps the sleep all through the day
I do not know I cannot say.
I only know it’s my delight
to see the shadows dance at night.
They can appear and disappear
but they are far too fast I fear.
For human eyes to clearly see
the shadows dancing gracefully.
Our eyes accustomed to the light
don’t work efficiently at night.
Though sometimes watching quietly
You see them dancing silently.
17-Jan-09
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Water colour for M'lady Yuri
The setting sun imparts a glow
upon the surface of the lake.
In shades of red which come and go.
Some are translucent, some opaque.
From palest pink to deepest red
and every shade that lies between.
They last until the light has fled
and darkness falls to rule the scene.
I sit and watch in wonderment
the sun descend beneath the sea
To me it is quite evident
that all is as it ought to be.
The moon will rise to rule the night
and paint the waters silver white.
19-May-08
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Sunset, sunrise both please my eyes for M lady Denise
The western sky is roseate
but filigreed with finest gold
Now day is done the hour grows late
and night approaches dark and cold.
The sun will sink below the sea
extinguishing the sunset’s flames.
Destroy the golden filigree
as night achieves its wonted aims.
Darkness must give way to the dawn
then in the east the sky glows red
Heralding a new day being born.
The sun arising from his bed.
He will repaint the clouds anew
with pink and peach against the blue.
Sunday,01 August 2010
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Our Lady for M lady Ann Beard
The eastern sky is rosy red.
The sun has risen from his bed
The moon knows that it’s time to go
We do not need her silver glow.
The Sun will reign throughout the day.
In Majesty he makes his way
across the sky from east to west.
An honoured and a welcome guest.
The Sun commands mankind’s respect
Authority we must accept.
Without the sun the world would be
devoid of life permanently.
The silver moon reflects by night
a gentler version of his light.
We recognise the difference
and treat the moon with reverence.
Though we respect and fear the sun.
It is the gentle moon which won
The reverence which men display
towards the Goddess still today.
03/06/2009
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Changing perceptions for Friend Thad
The sun shines on the frozen snow.
Where ice crystals refract the light
The primal colours come and go.
Add fleeting beauty to the white.
When nightfall brings to end the day.
No pretty colours can be seen.
Just shifting shadows blue and grey.
which make a sad depressing scene
though soon the silver moon will rise.
Her gentle beams chase the shadows.
Revealing only snow and ice
which in the moonlight softly glows.
The beauty shows by day or night
Quite independent of the light.
Saturday,15 May 2010
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Changing perspective for bro Colin
A patchwork quilt of sunlit fields
Is visible as grey mist yields
to the majesty of the sun.
The morning mist and night shadows
are well aware that they must go
Now that a new day has begun.
The distant hills which I now see
Become for me reality
Now that the mists have fully gone.
No longer just a fantasy,
a half forgotten memory.
I wandered happily alone.
I did not lack for company
I had my book of poetry.
What more could any poet need
except a quiet spot to read.
31/08/2009
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Transition Point for M' lady Koyel Mitra
Transition point
The Sun as if reluctantly
sinks to the surface of the sea.
At meeting place of sea and sky,
a focal point which draws the eye.
Every shade of red that’s known
to man and some to God alone.
Were displayed in the western sky
As though determined to deny.
Approaching night its victory.
Then darkness fell quite suddenly
The reds transforming completely.
To dark blue lightened by the glow.
Of stars appearing one by one.
The last vestige of daylight gone.
The world below lay silently
an air of hushed expectancy.
A moment of serenity
which soothed my soul, enraptured me.
This spell was only broken by
the moon arising in the sky.
4-Sep-08
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Late Evening stroll for Friend Bob
Night falls swiftly and silently.
Across the quiet countryside.
The new moon shows through fitfully.
Although the dark clouds try to hide.
This slender crescent from our view.
They succeed only partially.
Soft silver beams keep breaking through
providing light so I can see.
Quite well enough to find my way.
The darkness does not frighten me
though I prefer the light of day
But still stroll contentedly
by paths familiar to me.
Which lead me home eventually.
14/07/2009
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Natural Progression for M'lady Catrina
Natural Progression.
A amidst the green a flash of red
and here and there a golden tone
The summertime has swiftly sped.
Now Autumn comes to reign alone.
Her reign is short but beautiful
The trees adopt their party dress
the brilliant colours wonderful.
Well calculated to impress.
Soon wintry gales will strip the trees
denude them of their finery.
Until this happens they will please
students of nature’s artistry.
And then revert to black and white
to some photographers delight.
21/09/2009
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Twilight in Valencia for M lady Onelia
The sun goes down and daylight fades
as love sick swains sing serenades
beneath fair ladies balconies.
Their voices carried on the breeze
to reach the ears of old women.
Who are no longer beautiful
and don’t appeal to younger men
Though now demure and dutiful.
they had their hey day in the sun.
When they had suitors by the score
So now they listen just for fun
It doesn’t matter anymore.
But still they smile remembering
Duennas can’t see every thing.
27-Oct-08
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Electric storm for M' lady Ernestine
The darkness of the night is rent
By lightning bolts that burn blue/white
The power of Nature apparent.
It is a truly awesome sight.
A heavenly firework display.
A lesson in humility
or merely just the Gods at play
It could be either possibly.
Depending how you choose to view,
this natural phenomenon.
Of course the choice is left to you.
Because it is so quickly gone
I choose to take the former view.
A lesson which is overdue.
Wednesday,02 February 2011
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Night visions
I do not fear the dark, my eyes
adjust so that I can see.
The beauties which would otherwise
be hidden by the night from me.
To walk abroad alone by night
seems only natural to me
Quite different from brighter light
the sun provides consistently.
It is a different world by night
the garish colours of the day.
Have been replaced by black and white
as beautiful in their own way.
As anything you see by day
The muted colours softening
harsh outlines in a subtle way
Moving shadows intertwining.
Produce in me serenity
A mood the quietness inspires
I stroll enwrapped in reverie
as often as my heart desires
I can look back nostalgically
recalling how thing used to be
or look ahead and try to see
what the future holds for me.
I see the darkness as a friend
For me it holds no mystery
I know for sure I can depend
upon the quiet night to be.
A time when I can meditate
and view my world quite differently.
Which will let me appreciate
all of the beauty which I see.
Although some people fear the night
and find the silence frightening.
To walk by night is my delight
I find the quietness soothing.
11-Oct-08
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Tribute to W.E.Henley
Out of the night which covers me
Black as the pit from pole to pole.
I thank whatever Gods there be.
For my unconquerable soul.
Invictus. W.E.Henley 1849 -1903
A glosa
Out of the night that covers me.
I shall emerge into sunlight
The darkness holds no fears for me.
My goddess will preserve my sight.
Black as the pit from pole to pole
but I care not why should I fear
As I step out towards my goal.
Each pace I take brings it more near.
I thank whatever Gods there be
who reinforce my attitude.
I know they are protecting me.
I offer them my gratitude.
For my unconquerable soul.
I fear no foe no enemy
I have already paid the toll
the price which was required of me.
Tuesday,29 December 2009
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Twilight Reveries for M' lady Pamela
The daylight fades as twilight falls.
The Magic Hour
when memory recalls
words of power.
Those words which make us recollect
with clarity.
Much more than we expect
so vividly.
That tears unbidden fill our eyes.
The past is gone,
though to our surprise
it lingers on.
As half forgotten memories,
which at this hour.
Come and go as they please.
Sweet and sour.
Entranced by twilight reveries.
Remembering
with surprising ease.
Everything.
Such vivid pictures from the past.
We had forgot,
time had so quickly passed.
Willing or not.
I think perhaps it’s for the best.
That darkness falls
and frees us from the spell
which so enthrals.
13-Sep-08
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