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Meditation. for Sonny Rainshine

The shifting blues of soft twilight, precursor to the fall of night.
From palest blue to indigo the colours waver come and go
.No earthly artist though they try can possibly identify
the boundaries between the hues which swirl and blend just as they choose.
Before they’re overtaken by darkness of night that rules the sky
Until the Moons serenity appears on high for all to see.

Here in the quiet countryside I meditate each eventide
Upon the qualities of light which alter with the fall of night.
Though it grows dark I still can see my eyes can work efficiently adjusting to the changing light though colours fade to black and white. An interlude a passing phase which flees before the silver rays
the newly risen moon supplies. Colours return delight our eyes

Though there’s a subtle difference the colours now are less intense
than those seen by the light of day. As if they’re altered in some way
Although I’m forced to recognise this may be due to tired eyes
I’m half convinced against my will that moonlight can and does instil
some new dimension to how we see.Adding some new delicacy
to our perception of the light. Perhaps we achieve clearer sight.

28-Feb-08

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Black Silver

Silver is the mirror,
Where colours cannot run
From one into another
For silver it has none

Silver is a blackness
Which defies pure light to come
And when it does reflects it
Its image still as one

So that when you look upon it
Your face it will become
Not in silver, but the colours,
With which your face does run

Then with your world behind you
By light reflected one
Not in blackness, but in colours
You are colours of the sun

All mirrors do remind us
That colour is the light
And that they do not see us
In the darkness of the night

For colours are but energy
From the spectrum as it falls
On everything around us
Except, from silver balls

The colours of the rainbow
The colours in the sky
The colours of our galaxy
Are in a baby’s eye

Colours all around us
Enable us to see
That the world in which we live, is part of us,
Lifes chemistry

poem by Egal Bohen
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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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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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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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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Day Begins

Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colours from our sight,
Red is gray and yellow white,
But we decide which is right.
And which is an illusion?
Pinprick holes in a colourless sky,
Let insipid figures of light pass by,
The mighty light of ten thousand suns,
Challenges infinity and is soon gone.
Night time, to some a brief interlude,
To others the fear of solitude.
Brave helios wake up your steads,
Bring the warmth the countryside needs.

song performed by by Moody Blues
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Colours

Colours are just colours
One might suppose
Rage is red…
But then again…
so is a rose

So colours are more
Than they seem, don’t’ you think
For boys it’s usually blue
For little girls always pink

Yep, colours are colours
Perhaps that’s all they should be
Just something to look at
Only something to see

But colours have emotion
At least they do to me
Perhaps I just don’t see hues
In the same way
that you see

Because blue to me
Is more than just a hue
It’s the sky, it’s berries,
Oceans … and sadness too

Green is envy, grass and dinero
Purple is royalty, plums and passion
Yellow is cowardice, butter and tallow
Colours are … whatever you wish to fashion

Perhaps I see colours differently than you
Perhaps exactly the same way… I hope
But my advice to you, whatever you do
Is … don’t get me started on taupe! !

poem by David Whalen
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Light and Dark

Yes, You are Dark
Like the Darkness
of the Night
And Yes, I am Fair
Like the Sweet
Moonlight.

Yet the Moon
And The Night
Co-exist
Together...
Complementing
Each other -
With their shades of
the Light and the Dark.

Brushing each other,
Like the soft caresses
Of my Fair Fingers
On your Dark Skin.

And one such
Moonlit Night,
I'll be the Moon
And you'll be the
Night -
Making love to you
With your consent,
If I might.

The light of my
Effervescent Love
Igniting -
The Inhibited Passions
In the Dark Dungeons
Of your shadowy life.

Flooding you with
Vibrant colours
So Bright -
As Beautiful
And Celestial
As the
Skyline Rainbow
And Eternal...
As the Ethereal
Moonlight.

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Fancy Colours

Going where the orange sun has never died
And your swirling marble eyes shine
Laughing
Burning blue the light
Bittersweet the drops of life
Memories only fading
Fancy colours
Fancy colours
All we ever did see
When were down at the sea
We see things so very clear at the sea
Fancy colours
Fancy colours
All we ever can do
The morning covered with dew
We do things so very fine in the dew
Fancy colours
Fancy colours
All we ever do hear
But whether were here or there
We hear things so very fine when were there

song performed by by Chicago
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Light's all around

From dawn to dusk
From twilight to sunshine again
A ray of hope, A beam of life
The light's all around
Amusing every soul
Cheering every heart

Enlightenment - the soul's blossom
The power of elite, subdues the ultimatum
Knowledge and brilliance - the light of callosum

Eyes that dare to dream - manifest & redeem,
Eyes for a long sight, Vision that's light

The light and its velocity, travelling evermore
The light and its nuance, the light that is science
The light for its purity, the light is divinity

The lighter side of life, the light meant for sharing
Smile - the upturn curve, the light causing delight
Peace, love & unity, the shades of light in harmony

Reaching out with flying colours,
the prismatic light of the day
Creating a spectacular environ,
the illuminated light of the night

Enlivening joyful emotions,
the light of celebrations

poem by Sudarkodi Nagarethinam
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Where do they go? for M'lady Denise

A sky layered in lavender,
old rose and streaks of gold that glow.
Against approaching indigo
as night accepts day’s surrender.
The sun descends into the sea.
His task complete it’s time to rest.
As night achieves a slow conquest.
The colours will fade gradually
Tomorrow morning with the dawn
The pastel colours will return,
The Sun will rise to take his turn.
As in the east new day's born.
Where do the pretty colours go?
when darkness reigns. I do not know.

Saturday,03 July 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Afterglow

The setting sun's last dying rays
Lay o'er the land a purple haze
And paint with colours - reds and blues,
On rippled waters, dappled hues.

As in the west, gilded with light,
Are laid the shrouds, once clouds so white,
Upon the far horizon bright,
As mourners cloak the dead from sight.

And trees that watch the sinking sun
Know that the night has just begun;
Know that the light of life has ceased,
‘Til born at dawn there in the east.

poem by Dennis N. O'Brien
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The Colours Of Love

The colours of love,
The colours of unity,
The colours of peace,
The colours of humility,
the colours of care,
The colours of passion,
The colours of romance,
The colours of the mind,
The colours of your works,
The colours of mankind;
But, let true love come out from your heart!
For, in peace and unity we have to live on this earth together:
Than, the bullets of war that divides us always! ! !

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Rainbow Sky

Tonight, I saw a radiant rainbow sky:
Stunning colours, which caught my eye.
Shades of blue, yellow, peach, and red:
Absolutely amazing, it has to be said!

It wasn't very long after the sun had set:
It was an evening sky, which I won't forget.
It was Nature's show, at the close of day,
And I had trouble tearing my eyes away.

I wonder how all those colours appear,
And how they look so bright and clear?
The horizon never looked quite so pretty:
That darkness fell, really was a great pity.

Once darkness fell, there no colours left.
Losing the rainbow sky, I felt quite bereft.
I saw the sky ablaze with colours of fire;
Of seeing such sights, I doubt I'll ever tire.

Away from the horizon, but not too far,
Were a crescent moon, and twinkling star.
This patch of sky had a much darker hue:
I guess some may call it ‘midnight blue.'

In the night sky, the moon and stars shone:
Brighter still, once the daylight had gone.
Tired out, I snuggled down in my cosy bed,
With moon and stars shining over my head.

poem by Angela Wybrow
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Fancy Colors

Robert Lamm, 1970)
Going where the orange sun has never died
And your swirling marble eyes shine
Laughing
Burning through the light
Bittersweet the drops of life
Memories only fading
Fancy Colours, fancy Colours
All we ever did see
When we're down at the sea
We see things so very bright at the sea
Fancy Colours, fancy Colours
All we ever can do
The morning covered with dew
We do things so very fine at the dew
Fancy Colours, fancy Colours
All we ever do hear
The world wether we're hear or there
We hear things so very fine when we're there
Andr Velloso - Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
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Colours Of Life

Sunny morning, golden noon, rose pink twilight, silver moon.
Grey black cloud, creamy sea, lightning bright, green brown tree.
Yellow with age, white with fright, red with rage, black as night.
Green with envy, rainbow hue, in the pink, sky of blue.
Countless colours running rife. These are the colours of our life.

poem by Rod Morris
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Life will live and love will win

The sunrise above the curtains shines through the window
lighting up the darkness and chasing away the demons to
the back of your mind, let the light shine bright as it glistens
on the streets as the colours grow, showing the wonder of
what the darkness hides, just another day and another world
that shines so bright, another animal in the vast sunlight waiting
for the darkness to come, the light heats up the streets as the
colours shine out of the ground, delicate and soft with the world
below and above never ending, the myths of the future misting
the past into a bright blur that swirls in the back of your mind,
the soft colours come forward as the harsh we forgive and
forget, with a light that shines never ending swirls, as it moves
through the sky, as the light goes by, causing the life to move in
never ending circles, the light burning and swirling never touching,
glimpse of faith to the light, all until the darkness takes over once
again, and we all lie in wait for the light.

poem by HannahJane Brazier
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To The Funeral

I came home to the funeral,
Liking the battles of weeping,
For the burial had no impulse,
A little man was about to see us.

He altered the scene for times
That altered us as people of death,
The death was supposed to be wrong,
That death altered the pleasure.

May we see black colours
And then white colours of surrender,
The matter was to sympathise with,
Starting to last for a decade.

Let his return be to our eyes,
And let the kitchen come for food;
The whole battle with the deaths
Brought a doctrine of belief.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Do not torment me with the blue

at the threshold of the colours
when you paint the morning
with the white frozen little bough
bitterly breaking my windows
in a red spilled cell
when you count my blood
in a happy yellow light
that even more witnesses the pain
in a night black left ajar
when you open my tear
in all the colours
when you tell me
the rainbow has been made for someone else
do not torment me with the blue
there's nothing royal in me
I can't take it anymore

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Fleeting Impressions.

Fleeting Impressions.

Soft silver moonbeams passing through.
A stained glass window in the night.
Are guaranteed to turn into
An abstract picture to delight.
Those who can appreciate.
A different form of artistry
Which never becomes out of date.
But remains contemporary.
The way the colours merge and blend
The interplay of light and shade
The constant changes will not end.
Until the sun announces a new day
When daylight breaks the moonlight goes
Back where it came from I suppose.

Tuesday,29 November 2011
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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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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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Sky

If we could change the colour of the sky
What would it be?
Would it be one, not of colour, but of night?
Or paint it the colours of a rainbow with a trick of light?
Have its colours changed by butterflies and the buzzing of bees
Whilst we serenely listen to the gentle whisper of a light breeze?
For this is one thing that will never fade or die
Though to know would be to question why.
So until the stars disappear from above our heads
And we continue to dream when we're safe asleep in our beds
Always beam a smile when you see a butterfly flutter by
For it is he we must thank for giving us the wonderful blue sky
- except today because it's raining.

poem by JeanJacques Evendon
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