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Research on Cinderalla - after Shel Silverstein In search of Cinderalla

From dawn til dusk,
from land to land,
without too much ado,
I'd seek the perfect ankle,
From dawn til dusk
I'd stretch my hand
to virgin, husk, - not you! -
perceptions change, oh dear, they do!
perfection minds must rankle

In Search of Cinderella

From dusk to dawn,
From town to town,
Without a single clue,
I seek the tender, slender foot
To fit this crystal shoe.
From dusk to dawn,
I try it on
Each damsel that I meet.
And I still love her so, but oh,
I've started hating feet.

- Shel Silverstein

poem by Jonathan Robin
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In Search Of Cinderella

From dusk to dawn,
From town to town,
Without a single clue,
I seek the tender, slender foot
To fit this crystal shoe.
From dusk to dawn,
I try it on
Each damsel that I meet.
And I still love her so, but oh,
I've started hating feet.

poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Take Time Off To Relax! !

Behind each and every human,
Who has to work dusk to dawn,
Dawn to dusk or dawn to dawn,
There are few mouths at home,
Hopefully waiting for them,
To keep the food on the table,
to provide cloth and shelter,
to educate and medicate,
to love, care and cherish,
Most labor goes for love,
Love that we have,
Upon our loved ones,
our friends, society,
and our dear nation,
That energizes us,
To work tirelessly.

Happy Labor's day! !

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Sunrise, Sunset

O Sun, When you rise,
It’s morning dawn.
When you set,
It’s evening dusk.

O Sun, Seeing your beauty lighting
Shining on landscape from dawn
Shining on seascape from dusk
It comes from dawn to dusk.

O Sun, rise from East
O Sun, set to West
From East to West,
Celestial light comes and go,
Seasons come and go.

Here come four seasons
North to South, East to West
From Spring comes Autumn,
From Summer comes Winter.

O Sun, From rising East
To setting West
O Moon, Come rising East
To setting West

Cycle never end,
It’s endless cycle,
Seeing sunset every dusk,
Seeing sunrise every dawn.

Making us pondering..
Make us wondering
Where, When will be next..
Sunrise, sunset..

poem by Lawrence Hiung
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As if you are Helen of Troy

As if you are Helen of Troy
You are such a nasty playboy!

You wear a beautiful mask
From dusk to dawn dawn to dusk!

You hurt me with Cupid’s arrow
My life is now full of sorrow!

As if you are deaf and blind
You can’t hear and read my mind!

poem by Asif Andalib
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Haiku is

haiku is telling the readers
how the day starts
and how it actually ends
the light, the mist, the birds, the sun
how the dawn is different from the dusk
how the birds sing in the dawn
and how they sing in the dusk
and ultimately how the sun rises
and how it sets

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Longing never ceases

One looks for dawn while at dusk
and for dusk when at dawn.
One longs for winter in summer
and for summer when in winter.
One begs for hunger in affluence
and the other for food in penury..
The one at peak is for privacy
and the other, down, for publicity.
Who is happy from womb to tomb?
28.12.2000, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Working Man

I am a working man
up from dawn to dusk.
I till the fields to keep my family fed.
The soil is not my right,
but a gift to me.
If I handle it with care,
crops every year it rewards me.

I am a working man
and when my day is done,
the warmth of my family
fills the place I call home.
Every morning I see
the wonders of the rising sun
and as night approaches,
I watch the moon come up.

My life is sometimes hard,
but I know satisfaction of a job well done.
It is our daily bread,
where our money comes from.
God blessed me with this land
and I look after it for him.
For I am a working man
up from dawn to dusk.

26 November 2007

poem by David Harris
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This Mighty Wanderer

Standing on a cliff overlooking the sea
I stare out at the restless waters below,
slowly moving in and out
with each incoming and receding tide.
Like a nomad ever seeking
a new place to rest its head.
Its colours always changing
under the rays of the sun,
wandering restlessly forever
from dawn to dusk,
dusk to dawn
in its never-ending travels
in this worldwide.
This mighty wanderer
only comes to shore
at the incoming tide.

17 September 2008

poem by David Harris
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Between the Dusk of a Summer Night

Between the dusk of a summer night
And the dawn of a summer day,
We caught at a mood as it passed in flight,
And we bade it stoop and stay.
And what with the dawn of night began
With the dusk of day was done;
For that is the way of woman and man,
When a hazard has made them one.
Arc upon arc, from shade to shine,
The World went thundering free;
And what was his errand but hers and mine --
The lords of him, I and she?
O, it's die we must, but it's live we can,
And the marvel of earth and sun
Is all for the joy of woman and man
And the longing that makes them one.

poem by William Ernest Henley
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It is So Hard to be Alone

It is so very hard to be alone; from dawn to dusk
From dusk to dawn, alone, alone alone.
From a chant to a rant to a highpaying job
To an apartment in St Germain des Pres
That everybody wants to rob.

It is very hard to be a cog in the wheel
It is very hard to be a cog without a wheel
To turn, to burn in one's flaming solitude.

From birth to death, this profession of existence
Making an art of solitude, an act of independance.

It is so easy to die alone.

Copyright: Rani Turton

poem by Rani Turton
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001 My wish

A dawn of a new year
With hopes, believes, and those faith
To capture and to conquest those
All that I, wish and will

I wish let that battle not
Pain and fail no one’s will
But could conquer all those hearts
With love and joy that I could hand

Let this dawn could dusk my pains
My throes, my hurts and raven dreams
I wish I could spot my might
To take myself forward and on

Help me, Oh, my dear mate!
To make my ride fruitful and stride
I am sure… I will do that
Since I own your love and warmth

Sandhya
1.1.10

poem by Sandhya S.N
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When Age Comes On

When Age comes on!--
'The deepening dusk is where the dawn
Once glittered splendid, and the dew
In honey-drips, from red rose-lips
Was kissed away by me and you.--
And now across the frosty lawn
Black foot-prints trail, and Age comes on--
And Age comes on!
And biting wild-winds whistle through
Our tattered hopes--and Age comes on!

When Age comes on!--
O tide of raptures, long withdrawn,
Flow back in summer-floods, and fling
Here at our feet our childhood sweet,
And all the songs we used to sing! . . .
Old loves, old friends--all dead and gone--
Our old faith lost--and Age comes on--
And Age comes on!
Poor hearts! have we not anything
But longings left when Age comes on?

ENVOY.

Just as of old! The world rolls on and on;
The day dies into night--night into dawn--
Dawn into dusk--through centuries untold.--
Just as of old.

Time loiters not. The river ever flows,
Its brink or white with blossoms or with snows;
Its tide or warm with Spring or Winter cold:
Just as of old.

Lo! where is the beginning, where the end
Of living, loving, longing? Listen, friend!--
God answers with a silence of pure gold--
Just as of old.

poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Speak loudly...

Civilized human still have animal instinct,
To chop the territories with the smell of print,
Not to keep our welfare in a sprint,
But let others to suffer and the errands,
Of our notoriety spill the beans,
At the paper and the metal beams,
Worries are abound, everywhere,
When the rights are abused,
Worries are contractual, everywhere,
When the rights are abound,
Right to make noise, Right to hold the placards,
Right to express oneself, Right to go to judiciary,
Right to vote, Right to have different leaders,
What is the use of all these rights,
When we do not have the right,
To uplift ourselves from the ignorance,
Of yet to understand the meaning,
of politics, Politicians decide,
every step that we take,
From dawn to dusk,
dusk to dawn and
Birth to death.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Will you teach me-Hoceš li me nauciti

will you teach me the meaning of the dusk and dawn
and if I learn it will I be able
to set with the sun and dawn in the morn

hoćeš li me naučiti smislu sumraka i svitanja
i ako naučim dali ću moći
u sumrak da se smirim i zorom da svanem

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Never is she shut #never is she shut

You are my Sun.
You are now set.
You brought me dawn
Everyday at ten.
You sent me dusk
Everyday at five.
Weekend two days,
You left me in dark.

You shone on me for brief,
But heavily, brightly
And deeply with warmth.
That referred warmth
Spread all the night.
I felt the shine of my Sun,
Off the dusk, at full night.
My night is brightly lit.

Now my sun is set.
Where is my dawn?
Where is my dusk?
Where is the sunny day?
Where is my beauty?
Who will there be to lit
My night-full day?
And dreaded night?

You be a Moon, now on.
Waxing and waning,
Be always on horizon
So that there comes
Once a while a full-moon,
To imbue me with life.
My day-less night
Is lit with Moonlight.

You be my stars, farther.
You twinkle and twinkle
At me high from horizon!
With your news, beckon!
With your heart, command!
I am in the bath of starlight.
My night-full day is lit.

My sun, though, is set,
No dark is there at night.
She is there as Moon.
She is there as Stars.
Though she is set as Sun.
I’m now a nocturnal.
She can never be set
Out of my heart and soul.
11.06.99

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Fishing (Novelinee)

To sit next to the big river brings peace
throwing a rod over the tranquil way
in a kind of the heart's sheer release
into the same pool up to close of day.
To live a life of utter joy we must,
when the river catches the rays of morn
to experience nature until dusk,
to be there when the bright new day is born;
it's great to just catch time at dusk and dawn.

poem by Gert Strydom
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In My Dream, light plays!

Night is the time,
Sleeping in infinite nothing,
becoming nothing in beloved
embrace,
forgetting everything! In the lap of beloved enjoy
dreams,
may some come true,
Some may not,
Observing dreams one sees the
light within,
Randomly light plays in my dream
At the dawn, with gentle breeze,
Dreams melt, innerlight into light
of world,
Never go back to sleep,
If you sleep at dawn,
What will be there at dusk? If dustfree dawn make you sleep,
Failing to Smile and work,
If can't feel lighter in the light of
dawn,
Sure the darkness covering light,
Will make you faint at dusk!

Seeds says seed of immortality
is packed in mortal seed coat!
DNA sings, its immortality
covered in mortality of seed,
Finally Life sings,
Immortality of life is packed in mortal DNA,
and Self whispers, my
immortality is sung by mortal
life!

poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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The Door Left Ajar

Everynight,
I wait for the dawn
Hoping,
You might just walk in
From that door
I had left ajar
Anticipating your return.

Then the dawn
Matures into the day
And the day
Dissolves into dusk
My door
Still remains ajar
Anticipating your return.

As the dusk
Gathers more of its colour
And embraces stillness
Like impending doom.
My heart sinks
As if shipwrecked on sea.
My door
Still remains ajar
Anticipating your return.

Then
Everynight
I wait for the dawn
hoping
You might just walk in
From that door
I had left ajar
Anticipating your return.

poem by Anjali Kakati
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The Circle of Evil

In these caves I've dwelled for long
The lust for blood keeps me strong
Fly at dusk, land at dawn
Evil and darkness I bring upon

It makes no difference in my eyes
If I slay for right or wrong
Selfinflicted are their cries
In the graveyards they belong

Once blessed with life, now with death
I decide to kill them all
Without them evil will fall
They have taken their last breath

Now that my job is done
Evil, there is one last one
No more peace before it's gone
I decide to wait past dawn

poem by Atahan Tolunay
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Change, like sunshine, can be a friend or a foe, a blessing or a curse, a dawn or a dusk.

quote by William Arthur Ward
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