Nocturne for M'lady Lucianne
A rosy glow which fades to grey,
as dusk writes finis to the day
The grey deepens to indigo,
the one by one the bright stars show.
Bright sequins on the cloak of night.
My heart rejoices at the sight.
To me the night is Feminine,
the stars just serve to underline
the fact a lady needs to dress
in such a way that she’ll impress.
I am impressed as you can see
I’m inspired to write poetry
in praise of Diana who will rise
to be the mistress of the skies.
26-May-08
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Nightfall for M'Lady Ernestine
The evening sky in shades of grey.
Light grey, dark, grey, all tinged with gold
Denotes the ending of the day.
I watch entranced as I behold
the darkness falling gradually.
The blue transmutes to indigo,
the last remnants of day light flee.
Reluctantly but they must go.
The stars come slowly into view.
The constellations wheel and turn,
forever old, forever new
and catch your eye each in their turn.
If I but wait the moon will rise.
Each night provides some new surprise.
18-Jul-08
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When Day is done for JT Ellison
The winter sun is sinking low.
Beneath the hedges shadows grow
but in the West a beauty show.
Rich shades of red that come and go.
Soft fluffy clouds reflect the glow
as the red sun sinks below
the surface of the sea. Although
it saddens me to see it go.
Now from the East blue streamers flow
and darken into indigo
The night is falling sure and slow.
Now one by one the stars will show.
When day is done the sun must go
It will shine again tomorrow.
22-Dec-08
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When day is done for M' lady Tara
The winter sun is sinking low.
Beneath the hedges shadows grow
but in the West a beauty show.
Rich shades of red that come and go.
Soft fluffy clouds reflect the glow
as the red sun sinks below
the surface of the sea. Although
it saddens me to see it go.
Now from the East blue streamers flow
and darken into indigo
The night is falling sure and slow.
Now one by one the stars will show.
When day is done the sun must go
It will shine again tomorrow.
22-Dec-08
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Possibilty for J.T.Early
The universe appears to be
expanding outwards constantly
At speeds exceeding that of light.
Its origin a mystery.
But throughout mankind’s history
We have observed the stars at night.
Though early men with naked eye
recorded movements in the sky.
Which had the power to excite
their naïve curiosity
They were convinced that there must be.
Some reason why the stars shone bright.
But different men thought differently.
It seemed that there would never be
consensus as to who was right.
But now with new technology
We have gained the ability
To study stars far out of sight.
The use of radio telescopes
can raise and sometimes dash our hopes.
They are in use by day and night.
We still can’t solve the mystery,
are we alone or might there be
Races hidden from our sight.
In other distant galaxies
Too far away for us to see.
It seems entirely apposite.
That like the early men we try
to read the message in the sky.
Perhaps one day we’ll get it right.
Saturday,01 May 2010.
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Dusk to dawn
Dusk to dawn
The sunset sets the sky alight.
With flames if incandescent red
and nameless colours just as bright
The western skies gold burnish’ed.
The setting sun puts up a fight
but he is overpower 'ed
Must needs surrender to the night.
Reluctantly retire to bed
But come the morn he is reborn.
Refreshed he puts the night to flight.
Rising from pale pink clouds at dawn
He demonstrates his sovereign right
He knows by night the moon reflects
his burning rays as he expects.
16-Sep-08
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Paint The Sky With Stars
Suddenly before my eyes
Hues of indigo rise
With them how my spirit sighs
Paint the sky with stars
Only night will ever know
Why the heavens never show
All the dreams there are to know
Paint the sky with stars
Who has paced the mightnight sky
So a spirit has to fly
As the heavens seem so far
Now who will paint the midnight star?
Night has brought to those who sleep
Only dreams they cannot keep
I have legends in the deep
Paint the sky with stars
Who has paced the midnight sky
So a spirit has to fly
As the heaven seem so far
Now who will paint the midnight star?
Place a name upon the night
One to set your heart alight
And to make the darkness bright
Paint the sky with stars
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Evening routine.
A maple tree is glowing red.
Highlighted by the setting sun
A fiery glow that quickly spread
to tint the clouds now day is done.
When day is done before the night
comes to erase the pastel hues.
Which fill the western skies with light.
I watch and glory at the sight.
I watch until the stars appear
as spots of light against the blue.
It is a ritual, I fear
I have become accustomed to.
Then I will take my homeward way.
A peaceful ending to my day.
Wednesday,27 October 2010
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Summer nights delights.
The sable cloak of night is sown
With a beauty which is shown
By a myriad points of light.
Which show against the dark of night
A background certain to enhance
Selena mistress of romance
As she observes young lovers dreams
She blesses them with soft moon beams.
Although the moon is permanent
Young love is often transient
But for tonight the moon will do.
Her best to make your dreams come true.
The sable cloak of night conceals
What the morning sun reveals
Feelings engendered by the moon
Can fade away alas too soon.
Thursday,19 January 2012
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Stars in the dark night
Stars in the dark night, look like angels playing in the sky,
they twinkle and give light
radiant and bright bring life to,
silent sleepy night,
there aura fill the sky with long lasting grace,
whole night stars in sky are not tired of filling,
empty night with their glow taking away the lovers sighs,
stars twinkle never fades like blessing of god given to us,
for living life, their might changes the lonely night into maiden,
beautiful and filled with starry feeling in the eyes..
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Harmless pastime for friend Thad
When I survey the skies at night.
I try to count the points of light
although I know it can’t be done
I still attempt to just for fun.
The light which we perceive today
has taken centuries they say.
To travel at the speed of light
from stars beyond our human sight.
Perhaps its true, perhaps its not
but does it matter. Not a lot.
The stars I think that I can see
are part of my reality.
Though they burnt out eons ago.
the speed of light seems very slow.
I see them as they used to be
and that is good enough for me.
I understand each is a sun
but still I count them just for fun.
Those distant twinkling points of light
To me a source of pure delight.
I like to sit and fantasise
about these beacons in the skies.
Set my imagination free
as I sit watching quietly.
6-Mar-09
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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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To the Stars
What beholds
In my sight
My lover in the night
That she may sleep
In inner peace
Atop a bed of fleece
And how cruel of me
To confess
Of her long purple dress
We gazed upon the night sky
All of who we may try
And as we met each other's eyes
With love, to the stars we shall rise
And what is
My temptation
To ignore my condemnation
And how
Can I stay sane
Within a field of shame
We gazed upon the night sky
All of who we may try
And as we met each other's eyes
With love, to the stars we shall rise
As you gaze
Fixed upon the stars
All of who you are
Is revealed
Unto me
And I couldn't see
So I confess
Nontheless
Like a small bird in nest
In her long purple dress
We gazed upon the night sky
All of who we may try
And as we met each other's eyes
With love, to the stars we shall rise
And if I
May so hear
An unpleasant
To awake
To the news
Of one gone I would not lose
To know the one
In the dress
Is nothing now but dead
Then how can I live
With this utter feeling of dread
And as I gaze upon the night sky
All of who I may try
And as I close my tired eyes
With love, to you I shall rise
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All The Poems Remain Written Where They Once Never Were
ALL THE POEMS REMAIN WRITTEN WHERE THEY ONCE NEVER WERE
All the poems remain written where they once never were
The grass and the skies of Whitman form lines in the mind of Baudelaire
The trees and dark cities of the distance form single sounds in the heart of the poet who cares
Night is more than darkness and day more than an early setting out
Each thing influences the other and calls back its own origins and end
We are going somewhere we will never know whether we write eternal lines or not
Over everywhere can be heard in the morning light the selfsame sound that through the heart of Ruth burned the alien corn
Keats is not dead, and Borges is not dead and Kafka is not dead and Wordsworth and all those who wrote great lines are not dead
Poetry is the last first eternity of the living word
And those who can hear the sounds of others greater than themselves in their own lines know
We are all writing down this last poem for ourselves and no one else
Though as we go to pray each morning the minyan tells us secretly
All our prayers together are more than any single poem can be alone
In the grey long distance where no one hears any poem at all
God writes and rewrites for us all the book of the stars in which dread is no longer a name
And beauty bright bright beauty is heard and reechoed as more than we will ever be
God is the only Poetry in the End
God is the Only One who never will be dead..
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Wandering Thoughts for J.T.Ellison
Pale blue deepens to indigo.
Night is descending peacefully
On cue the stars begin to show
far distant lights that brightly glow.
Some twinkle, some shine steadily
which I accept quite readily.
Some things I’m not allowed to know.
Beyond my capability
to understand so I don’t try.
Although I sometimes wonder why
some stars appear to twinkle so.
As if to try and catch my eye
If this is so then they succeed
in capturing my interest
with signals that I cannot read
Although I do my very best.
I’m certain that we’re are not alone,
though others may think otherwise.
That somewhere in he great unknown
some other beings watch the skies.
In wonder as they contemplate
the vastness of the universe.
The twinkling stars which fascinate.
may be attempting to converse.
Across light years of empty space
to end their isolation.
Make contact with another race
This is a thought I dwell upon.
A foolish dream it may well be.
At least it occupies my mind
I sit in thoughtful reverie
and leave my worries all behind.
I watch the darkening of the sky
which indicates that day is done.
The hours of twilight quickly fly
they linger briefly then are gone.
Although the laws of gravity
attempt to dictate boundaries.
Imagination sets me free
to wander where and how I please.
21-Feb-08
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Sonnet to the sky
Oh how wonderful is the sky
Like a cloth in light blue dye
By day the clouds decorate it
And by the great sun it is lit
Changing by day and by night
Truly a magnificent sight
At dusk the sky stands gallantly
With the sun setting beautifully
Do not fear, small child
As the sky at night is not wild
With the moon shining oh so bright
And the stars giving heavenly light
By the night or by the day
To praise the one above I try
There is nothing more I could say
Than a single sonnet for the sky
Surface Show for M 'lady Ernestine
Mayhap my lady teaseth me
When she derides the way I dress.
She mocketh me for soberness
But I forgive her readily
In all else though she pleaseth me.
She knows right well I must impress
my masters with my worthiness
That’s why I dress so soberly.
Though she can flaunt her finery
As well befits a pretty maid
But I alas must remain staid
When we are in society.
But when we are alone she knows
That I can act quite differently.
When I can don much brighter clothes
Which she approves apparently.
I am a peacock in disguise
which to my lady’s no surprise.
Sunday,17 January 2010
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End of day thoughts.
The glory of the sunset fades.
The evening sky surrenders to
a nonstop flow of darkest blue.
Which overwhelms the pastel shades.
The evening stars come on parade.
A panorama we can view.
In hopes of seeing something new.
Although the stars we see displayed.
May well have burnt out long ago.
There is no way that we can know.
Which of the stars we think we see.
That twinkle brightly overhead,
are still alive and which are dead
We never will most probably.
Saturday,27 November 2010
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Star bright.
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Englyn Milwr
The day light hours quickly fled.
The sun sinks beneath the sea.
In the west the sky is red.
As the daylight fades away.
Indigo will flood the sky
Darkness marks the end of day.
Twilight lingers in between
It is neither night nor day
until the first star is seen
This bright star will signify.
That day is done its time to rest
Twinkling stars now rule the sky
The moonrise will light the night
The sun provides the light by day
Although her light is not as bright.
She reflects the majesty
of the ruler of the day.
Under his authority
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The Night Sky
The Night Sky
Stars Were So Bright In The Nights Dark Sky
The Little Lights That Lit Up The Black Spots In Space
Stars That We Wondered In
And Saw Many Wonderful Things
Like The Many Stars That Are Out There...
How There Are So Many Lights In The Night Sky...
How The Night Sky Could Look So Great
In Only Black And White
The Same Thing, The Same Looks..
Yet So Many Objects And Point Outs Of Our Imagination
Oh, How The Night Sky
When We Look On about Its The Same Sky We See When We're Away From Each other
The Same Crescent Moon, The Same Stars
The Same Look Outs That Remind Me Of You.
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Bussokusekiku Japanese form
Bussokusekiku
6 lines
5 syllable, line one
7 syllables line two
5 syllables line three
7 syllables in the last three lines
Orientally
inspired I write poetry.
Exercise my brain
Look at things differently
If I can do it so can you
White chrysanthemum.
Signifying purity
One single blossom.
Typically Japanese
in its simplicity
Needs no explanation.
Savage warrior
who composes poetry.
Shows his softer side.
He must be a samurai.
A well trained brave fighting man
Writes beautifully of love.
28/10/2009
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