That Which Endures
The artist, with his canvas before him,
was upset with the uncertain light.
Glowering clouds cast their shadows
on the scene he'd attempt to impart.
The dust of an angry volcano
made splendid the end of this day.
Mere memory couldn't encompass
the sunset that before him lay.
He hurried to capture the moment
as the willful Sun dashed off t0 play.
The result was a chiaroscuro -
a shading of light into dark.
Though, sadly, his vision is failing,
what endures forever is art.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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As Night Descends
The night descends,
The light mixing dark, together they blend,
Shadows pounce upon the light,
Forever turning daylight, into night.
Shadows toy and play,
They own the night... Now they shall seize the day,
They sit upon the earth, and watch light decay,
Illuminated light fragments,
like dust they float, Then fall away,
I shall sit with these shadows,
and enjoy corrupt fun,
watch the light fall, as the shadows have won.
My family of shadows, humble yet dark,
always living in turmoil, killing the light, fading the last spark.
The light is no more, we've won....
these wrongs can never be undone.
poem by Crimson Love
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Inside the pictures frame
Inside the pictures frame
~
Light breaks in the picture frame
A morning caught over a lake
Or a maidens beautiful smile
The sun cutting through the trees
Shadows falling away
A story begins in every picture
A tale waits to be told
The sound of laughter begins
In a memory of sweet joy
Light breaks in the picture frame
A moment captured for posterity
That the world is held
To forever look upon this scene
Feel its warmth, enjoy its memory
A new day beginning
A maiden or a child’s smile
Kept inside the pictures frame
Where a light forever breaks
poem by Matthew Holloway
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My Rose
I awoke to the brightest day
that ever shone,
'twas so fair to see;
for the light came from
a rare and splendid rose,
standing right in front of me.
I'll carry this vision
lovingly in my heart
until the day I die.
And every memory I hold dear
will return with the
light in your eyes.
For thou art my rose,
the flower of my earthly joy,
never to wilt upon the stem;
and I, a mere budding tree
with arms outstretched,
shall ever crave your sunshine in
them.
poem by Tijani Adebowale Destiny
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As the Clouds that are so Light
As the clouds that are so light,
Beautiful, swift, and bright,
Cast shadows on field and park
Of the earth that is so dark,
And even so now, light one!
Beautiful, swift and bright one!
You let fall on a heart that was dark,
Unillumined, a deeper mark.
But clouds would have, without earth
To shadow, far less worth:
Away from your shadow on me
Your beauty less would be,
And if it still be treasured
An age hence, it shall be measured
By this small dark spot
Without which it were not.
poem by Edward Thomas
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Purity
In the dark tabernacle,
a shaft of sunlight
illumines the heart
and shines through
a million years of dust.
Clouds and clouds of swirling
dust
spiralling
through the light
which spills in a golden pool
on damp, grey stone and iron rust.
When the light moves
it does not take the dust there to it.
When the dust slides into darkness,
the light does not pursue it.
Why then does the heart invent
heart bruising burdens to shoulder?
(Why does the heart consent
to the illusion of growing older?)
poem by Brian Taylor
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Life and Art
For the artist, Joanne Cooper, on the occasion of her eightieth birthday
With keen eye and skillful hands
You take the light of other days
And produce lush landscapes for your fans
Much like a playwright crafting plays.
You start with canvas white and clean
So like the snows we’ve lately seen
And with bold strokes make form and line-
Virtual playgrounds for the mind.
With age comes wisdom to impart
Suffused with light, these stand apart:
Common place made special art.
The gracious gift of a gentle heart.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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The Dark Knight Comes Too Pass
The dark knight has come
Fighting for his moment
Fighting for his glory
Fighting for his thrown
Fighting is all he has ever known
From a mere boy
Being raised by the wolves
Living in the darkness for just too long
Something just went so wrong
The dark knight has come
Fighting for his moment
Fighting for his glory
Fighting for his thrown
Fighting is all he has ever known
Was it a death so desperately
Forever in misery
A loves tragedy
Is always so sad to see
The dark knight has come
Fighting for his moment
Fighting for his glory
Fighting for his thrown
Fighting is all he has ever known
The not so dead family
A murder held with in their arms
With no recourse
With no remorse
The dark knight has come
Fighting for his moment
Fighting for his glory
Fighting for his thrown
Fighting is all he has ever known
He's the alternate ending
As the light comes to pass
Shadows lurk
They shouldn't be disturbed
Let them rest in peace
The dark knight has come
Fighting for his moment
Fighting for his glory
Fighting for his thrown
Fighting is all he has ever known
Festered hate fills his eyes
As he is victimized
By those desecrated his loves ones grave
Becoming of the nightly terrors
The dark knight has come
Fighting for his moment
Fighting for his glory
Fighting for his thrown
Fighting is all he has ever known
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Light in Darkness
Every darkness has its light
Some so hard to see,
Only a night light
In a dark sea.
The darkness clouds our vision,
The small light clouds the darkness.
Finding the light isn't the problem
Easy thing in fact,
The darkness hides its true power,
Be ready for impact.
poem by Evan Skora
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A Poor Attempt
The water mill beside the stream, highlighted by a stray moonbeam.
Which adds an abstract quality, a touch of surreality.
To the scene which I can see and makes it extraordinary
The stream is deep and strong but slow and turns the paddles from below.
The droplets falling from the wheel to any poets eyes appeal
Reflecting light prismatically in rainbow colours flying free.
They join the moon light in a dance of ever changing radiance
Sadly dark clouds obscure the moon; the show is ended all too soon.
My soul is soothed and satisfied, although the dark clouds came to hide
the beauty which I saw displayed.The memories will never fade.
I can recall them vividly and in my minds eye I still see
the wondrous scene I saw tonight. An interplay of dark and light.
I try my best to share with you the beauty that I had in view.
Though I’m afraid I lack the skill despite the fact I have the will.
I am quite sure you’ll understand, I’m just a man I can’t command
the words I write to show to you, the fleeting beauty that I knew..
22-Nov-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Clouds Come And Light Disappears
dark clouds come
and light disappears
but only for a moment
light by its nature
triumps always
and dark clouds
disappear and
make the rain
everything turns out
for good always
at the end
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Heart of your Shadow
The Shadows are dark
Can you feel them?
The shadows are hidden
Where did they go?
Can you see it?
The light within the dark?
In hides in the shadows
That one flame
The flickering flame
In the dark
Our hearts
All have a flickering flame
Let that light shine
In the darkest depths
Fear fades with anger and hate
Because of that light
The light lies
In a dark place
Let it shine within
The heart of your shadow
poem by J.T. Derouen
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Endless Walk Holder Of The Light
my body seems to slow down
the dark light shines so bright and clear
i can see who is holding the dark light it's me
the one i used to be the one i never wanted to be
he guides me towards a building i remember it
it's where i promised myself i would be different
he grants me one last moment before he will show me
i tell him there's no need i remember clearly
but still i need to show you before you truly can accept
i see a vision so clearly like it happens as we stand there
while watching i feel myself changing
i don't fear it anymore i'm ready to embrace it
the vision comes to an end the dark light is in my hands
i realise i'm truly back i can feel it in my soul
the one that never should have been born
the one that was granted life as an mistake
the one you should truly avoid is me
poem by Paddy Jansen
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Impressions at Sunset
I am always yearning to capture
the sunset at Luna Beach,
And discover the horsemen at the
imposing Spanish fortress;
As the glistening catch is laid on
the waiting shoreline,
By the strong-willed fishermen
rowing in tandem.
I am always yearning to capture
the sunset at Luna Beach,
And witness the silhouettes formed
by the clouds atop the Tirad Pass;
As the calm waves of the China Sea
persistently lure my spirit,
To be engulfed in their mighty and
rolling embrace.
I am always yearning to capture
the sunset at Luna Beach,
And watch the receding shadows
of the Caraballo mountains;
As the chirps and melodies of the
approaching twilight,
Rise in harmony with the emerging
northern stars.
poem by Elmer Romulo Valdez
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Dark the shadows haunt the night
If I began to cry
The tears would never end
If I lowered my guard
Then how could I defend?
From every side the walls close in
And there is no place that you could stand
That would hide you from this world
And all that it demands
Whoever said that life was fair
Has not lived long enough
When the path takes you along the edge
You'll see them fall off the bluff
But the problem is
If your guard is high
You will wither away
And begin to die
How could something so small
Cast such a shadow on the land?
How was it that it stood so tall
Yet it was just a grain of sand?
I made my way through this world
With the Sun forever at my back
And the shadows went before me
And the shadow it was black
One grain of sand in my eye
Tormented me for many years
And I could never hope to fly
For I was blinded by my fears
Then Jesus came and turned me round
To face the rising Sun
His light it shone upon my face
And my journey had begun
When you walk into the Son
The shadows fall behind
The Sun removes the grain of sand
Now you're no longer blind
Who is your grain of sand my child
That made you stumble, made you fall?
In the light of Christ perhaps you'll find
That persons not so very tall
Dark the shadows haunt the night
That cause you to run and hide
Look to the Son that shines so bright
And He will shine that light inside
O to be filled with the light of Christ
And see the shadows disappear
To lift my eyes to heavens heights
And finally to shed a tear
poem by Frank McEleny
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Shadows Of Love
Shadows kiss
without kissing,
touch
without touching,
yearn for love,
never knowing
it's warmth.
Lovers smooch
in a doorway,
where light falls
from windows,
while shadows,
they drift
over walls.
Dancing
so spritely
they trip
and they tango
deflecting the light,
as they fly
and they prance.
They climb
and they slide
through a window,
all cosy,
lie down on a duvet
unseen
by sharp eyes.
They endeavour
to woo and when
time meets the sun,
light floods
the skies
and all shadows,
must fade……
It was good
for a moment
but moments
are fleeting,
as morning
breaks clouds
chasing shadows away.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Light or Dark
Light is hard to find
Light is always on my mind
Light is something I cant talk to
Light is something I cant go to
Now dark is my best friend
Dark is now my comfort
Dark has made me who I am
Dark has made me its slave
Now that the light is gone dark is my master
poem by David Mitchell
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It is sometimes said that scientists are unromantic, that their passion to figure out robs the world of beauty and mystery. But is it not stirring to understand how the world actually works — that white light is made of colors, that color is the way we perceive the wavelengths of light, that transparent air reflects light, that in so doing it discriminates among the waves, and that the sky is blue for the same reason that the sunset is red. It does no harm to the romance of the sunset to know a little bit about it.
Carl Sagan in Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space
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Listen to the Sunset
Listen to the Sunset
In this day going light
Tunes of some regret
Before the coming night
So much is then lost
That no one did remember
In lights of red flow rust
Of autumn in September
Special day and evening
Flowing from the ray
As the dark comes singing
In muted colors play
Bell is ringing a tune
Of melodies in gone past
In each their commune
That now to night runs fast
Listen to the Sunset
As darkness close the sky
In shading tint alphabet
When illumination colors die
So much then gets crossed
In its malleable and ember
That comes with winter gust
In autumn of red September
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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The glow of darkness
The glow of darkness
Darkness, in our normal understanding
Is bereft of the revealing light or perception
We are unable to make out or perceive
Things in darkness
And often prefer to blame it
And come out of it
Darkness is nothing new to you
You are in dark while you sleep
And you were in dark in your mother’s womb
Though you seem to be in light
More often you are in dark
As most of the things seen and perceived
Are in guise
So, darkness and your non-ability
To see are ever with you
Whether you know it or not
But, darkness by itself is perceived
And realized instantly with no aid
Even the visually challenged person
Can perceive darkness and understand it
While in darkness
At the same time, we try to
Perceive things so far you have
Never attempted to look for
Your inner vision in fact helps you
A great number of things
Which you might have seen
In bright light and broad daylight
You will agree darkness
Triggers the functioning of
Other sense organs and
They come to your rescue
In case you are in some trouble
Extending this understanding
Your wisdom comes to life
And you attempt to visualize
Less perceived things while being in dark
As an old Sanskrit script says
The person who sees inaction in action
And action in inaction is wise
And performs in totality
We end up with a corollary
That the person who sees light in darkness
And darkness in light
Sees things in totality
Your vision broadens
Your understanding widens
Your wisdom sees beyond
Your realization gets fine-tuned
When you feel you are in darkness
Darkness gives you an opportunity
To see the oft-unseen
To realize the oft-unrealized
To feel the oft-unfelt and
To perceivee the oft-unperceived
Attempt is not to eulogize darkness
Attempt is not to glorify ignorance
Attempt is to make you understand darkness
And to draw your attention that
While in darkness you keep yourself awake
And trigger your innovative initiatives
To see out-of-the-box possibilities
Do not curse darkness
And it will be wise to see a new light in it
And appreciate its glow
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Shadows Fall
Shadows had been casted way back when, but the light will be there till the end
Misery is not in sight, for the future brings a stronger light
The light of thee and the light of thou, skeptics question why...what....how
It's the fuel that drives this flame, nothing but love no one to blame
Friendship at hand and at the side, only the bad man will run and hide
Times our tough and rough this is true, no more pain in the rain that's all but blue
This light will blind you if unaware, casting that shadow how you dare
Shadows weaken as the light is glowing, one more light has joined see 'em growing
Those in the dark and in self tormoil, may only find their peace in earth's soil
Sad to say that not all is well, shadows casted by the one's that live in hell
Shadows weaken day by day, the light grows stonger truth in what I say
The chains that bind will be unbound, back in your hell play with the hound
Blame this soul or that one too, shadows will fall how so true
It started a long time ago, nothing can be done except see it grow
poem by Dave Shemeley
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