Nostalgic mood for M lady Ernestine
No moon tonight, no stars in view.
The darkness rules triumphantly
There’s nothing left for us to do
but ignite the gas, create light.
The striking match, the hiss of gas
The mantle starts to glow blue white.
We let the after image pass
and we regain the power of sight.
The mantel mirror throws the light
that’s caught and held by polished brass
and china plates of blue and white
and by the china cabinets glass.
Familiar things come into view.
Although we see them every day.
By the soft glow we see anew
as though they’ve changed some subtle way.
The curtains which hold back the night
adopt somehow a richer hue.
Though worn and faded by sunlight.
By soft gaslight look almost new.
Progress insisted that we change
and they installed electricity.
The old familiar things look strange
The light falls simultaneously.
There’s no reflections to and fro
in the way there used to be.
I much preferred the softer glow
that I recall from memory.
I can’t go back although I would
given the opportunity.
Perhaps I’m in nostalgic mood
forgetting things conveniently.
The ever present smell of gas
and fumes that coated everything.
Obscured the twinkle of the brass.
which needed daily polishing.
I must admit reluctantly
though I adored the softer glow.
I’m used to electricity
outmoded fashions have to go.
14-Nov-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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Nuclear Infected
I'm nuclear infected
I really don't mind
I just go out when the sun goes down
And have a real good time.
I can clear out any ballgame
In a minute and a half
Just show up - glow up
And have a real good laugh
When I'm happy I glow yellow
When I'm sad I glow blue
And I glow red hot when I'm in bed with you
I'm nuclear infected
Really ain't that bad
In fact it's about the best time
I guess I ever had
I'm nuclear infected
Looking for a mate
So slip on something lead, babe
And go out on a date
When I'm happy I glow yellow
When I'm sad I glow blue, yeah
And I glow red hot when I'm in bed with you
Nuclear infected....... don't make me angry
Nuclear infected....... don't make shake
Nuclear infected....... don't get me to sneeze
Nuclear infected....... that's a big mistake
I want to live on Three Mile Island
Where things are clean and neat
'Cause we don't have no health freaks
Clutterin' up our streets
I'm nuclear infected, I need something to eat
A China Syndrome Salad with plutonium and cheese.
When I'm happy I glow yellow
When I'm sad I glow blue
And I glow red hot when I'm in bed with you
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Goodbye Blues for friend Marvin
When you are finding life too tough
and feel as if you’ve had enough
There’s only one thing you can do.
You must conduct a life review.
Weigh up the good against the bad.
Recall the good times that you’ve had,
I am quite sure if you reflect
although life is far from perfect.
I rather think that you’ll agree
if you reviewed things honestly.
Things aren’t as bad as they appeared
and find your blues have disappeared.
Expose your problems to the light,
when written down in black and white.
You can resolve them one by one
until the very last is gone.
Don’t leave them festering unseen
Just give your mind a thorough clean.
If you adopt this strategy
you’ll find it works immediately.
Your life takes on a rosy hue
because you’ve changed your point of view.
A simple change of attitude
is all you need to lift your mood.
26-Aug-08
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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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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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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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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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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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A View On Things (Cavatina Sequence)
We are puzzled, sometimes we are stunned,
in the sheer face
of beauty; loveliness catches the eye,
with a pure grace,
enigmatic we view morning-glories,
things commonplace
like the blue sky on a clear open day
are serene in the view that they portray.
Sometimes the sea plays its optical tricks
in on the mind,
as if changing its feelings with its hue;
daily we find
azure, cobalt blue, green and grey colours
that does remind
of times of happiness, of joy and pain;
too absolute some colours do remain.
If we get too close perspective is lost,
yet we still know
the true shape and colouring of a thing,
or a inner glow,
a white shimmering brings a universe
the eyes do show
that does not exist in our true sight,
sometimes brings to darkness another light.
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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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Power Failure
Tonight I write by candle light
I am forced to by circumstance
Although the light is not too bright
I find that it gives me a chance.
To compare my life style today
with what I recall from my youth.
Reluctantly I have to say
If I should tell the honest truth
The simple life of yesteryear
may be a pleasant memory.
I much prefer my life today.
I need a brighter light to see
Advancing years have dimmed my sight
I dote upon electric light.
21-Nov-08
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Brighter Darkness
Yes, when the darkness begins to glow,
Then the light of day is become done,
When the light of day becomes corrupt,
The Brighter darkness reigns as day,
Lo, in the corruptness of the day,
The Lone Star Gives the night's sole light,
Tonight, I glow my brightest,
Yes, i am the alphastar,
Oh yes, I am the Alpa comet that luminate's the nights skies
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Drift Glow (from, MySpace)
Drift glow
Drift glow
As white as snow
Into the openness
Of bright sky heaven fresh
Mighty in its blue
Into going and renew
Drift glow
White as snow
I hear the birds singing
Outside - in a tree
Wonderful tones bringing
Up and down the scale free
Love songs for their nest
And hope to come and see
When with young it's blessed
And cared for compassionately
Drift glow
Drift glow
As white as snow
Into the openness
Of space and clear enmesh
Something to come here through
When tomorrow is up to do
Drift glow
White as snow
In with its many days singing
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Drift Glow
Drift glow
Drift glow
As white as snow
Into the openness
Of bright sky heaven fresh
Mighty in its blue
Into going and renew
Drift glow
White as snow
I hear the birds singing
Outside - in a tree
Wonderful tones bringing
Up and down the scale free
Love songs for their nest
And hope to come and see
When with young it's blessed
And cared for compassionately
Drift glow
Drift glow
As white as snow
Into the openness
Of space and clear enmesh
Something to come here through
When tomorrow is up to do
Drift glow
White as snow
In with its many days singing
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Love of moonlight
Moonlight soft as down filled pillows
Cool as spring water washing over my face
filtered through the nets of weeping willows
Scattered beams… through prisms of lace
Rays of radiance, round ruffs and edges
Of clouds that scurry, to keep apace
Puddles of buttermilk, on ground and hedges
Moonlight phantasms of lunar grace
moon glow… with halo, aura of gold
Light worshipped by werewolves and covens of witches
Both bane and blessing…in lore of old
Light that has no need of man or of switches
Light that can be reaped from fall’s harvest moon
Light to be enjoyed by moonstruck lover
Light that has music, like a happy… or blue tune
Moon light is unique…quite unlike any other
Moonlight’s a mystery, yet I love it so
Moonlight has the power to charm and delight
while some people scoff, at moon’s golden glow
Others… like me, are swept up at it’s sight
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Among All Lovely Things My Love Had Been
AMONG all lovely things my Love had been;
Had noted well the stars, all flowers that grew
About her home; but she had never seen
A glow-worm, never one, and this I knew.
While riding near her home one stormy night
A single glow-worm did I chance to espy;
I gave a fervent welcome to the sight,
And from my horse I leapt; great joy had I.
Upon a leaf the glow-worm did I lay,
To bear it with me through the stormy night:
And, as before, it shone without dismay;
Albeit putting forth a fainter light.
When to the dwelling of my Love I came,
I went into the orchard quietly;
And left the glow-worm, blessing it by name,
Laid safely by itself, beneath a tree.
The whole next day, I hoped, and hoped with fear;
At night the glow-worm shone beneath the tree;
I led my Lucy to the spot, 'Look here,'
Oh! joy it was for her, and joy for me!
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Night thoughts pour M'sieur Savin
Night thoughts
The night is still I sit alone
with just my thoughts for company
I marvel how the years have flown
and view the past regretfully.
On looking back I clearly see.
Decision which I made in haste
were often taken foolishly.
Mistakes which left a bitter taste.
Caused hurt to others needlessly
There is no way to transfer blame
It’s my responsibility.
I was a novice at life’s game.
Is all I offer in defence
Like all young men I knew it all,
which does not lessen my offence.
My conscience insists I recall.
The things I did which I should not
and things I didn’t do I should.
The minor sins I had forgot.
I sit alone in pensive mood.
I am a man no more no less
Not wholly bad or wholly good
A subtle blend of both I guess.
A sudden change of attitude.
I realise I’m not unique,
that every body has regrets.
I find the peace of mind I seek.
My conscience mollified quiets.
The pearly light of early dawn
dispels the darkness easily.
I start the day with hope reborn
forget the night hour’s misery.
I cannot claim to be perfect
Freely acknowledge I am not
nobody is. I must accept
I thought I was when I was not.
27-Nov-08
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Moon Glow
The darkest night, flows with a
wind hush through open blackness.
Ya'ever see the moon glow?
Ya' ever hear the wind whisper?
Rivulets spill with water
across the mountain plains;
as liquid rolls down along the steep slope-
ya'ever see the moon glow?
Ya' ever hear the wind whisper?
Stars glitter through sparkles
of the darkest night.
Wind cold breeze swifts;
swiftly into space.
Laughter engulfs the moon light.
Ya' ever see the moon glow?
Ya' ever hear the wind whisper?
Moon light angles corners,
as sweet melodies swell into air,
of silence.
You ever sight the bird dance,
as shadow flicker
upon the moon?
Ya' ever see the moon glow?
Ya' ever hear the wind whisper?
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Colors I Remember
The colors we see change when we are in love
They may hide the truth or are all you can think of
I wish that I could capture each color in a trap
And when I feel bad I could use them as a map
I remember the hazel color of your eyes
The green sparks in them are my loves allies
White I can recall were the crisp cotton sheets
The only ones witnessed what took place it seems
Of a soft black was the tailored suit you wore
I drank every image of you and not one I can ignore
I made fun of your boxers they were navy blue
I wish I would have kept them - you know it's true
The hotel walls embraced by a subtle yellow glow
Watching us as we came together really slow
You loved the things I wore that were red
You said they against my tan go straight to your head
The green of my eyes you noticed look dark at night
And the brown leather chair stood guard very polite
A few soft silver hairs on your chest and in your beard
That image I keep in my heart and it never disappeared
The next morning the plush carpet had a hint of pink
Your naked feet touched it on the way to the sink
The bathroom tiles were kept in a neutral tan
But I was too stupid to see that my life had began
While you're in the shower I left the room in a hurry
All I remember is your light blue shirt but only very blurry
I could have had breakfast with you downstairs and stay
But I did not and all I feel is sorrow and regret this day
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Certainty for M lady Tsira
The fairy dust Jack Frost has cast
across the rooftops liberally.
Now twinkles in the orange glow
Recalling scenes from long ago.
Scenes from my childhood now long past
I still remember vividly.
The softer glow from the gas lights,
not orange but a greenish hue.
A thousand, thousand points of light
like tiny stars they were so bright.
I used to love the winter nights
and must confess that I still do.
I did not use to mind the cold
Then I was young now I grow old.
So I prefer to stay inside
and watch the frost forming outside.
Appreciate the beauty show
from where I’m dry and warm. I know.
that old age does not come alone
My aging joints reminding me.
To only go out if I must
Be wary of the fairy dust
and when I do to wrap up warm
Then I will come to no great harm.
Jack Frost will sprinkle fairy dust
long after I am dead and gone.
I must enjoy it while I may
it almost turns the night to day.
His is a promise I can trust
the sparkling frost will linger on.
28-Nov-08
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