Seven Strophes
I was but what you'd brush
with your palm, what your leaning
brow would hunch to in evening's
raven-black hush.
I was but what your gaze
in that dark could distinguish:
a dim shape to begin with,
later - features, a face.
It was you, on my right,
on my left, with your heated
sighs, who molded my helix
whispering at my side.
It was you by that black
window's trembling tulle pattern
who laid in my raw cavern
a voice calling you back.
I was practically blind.
You, appearing, then hiding,
gave me my sight and heightened
it. Thus some leave behind
a trace. Thus they make worlds.
Thus, having done so, at random
wastefully they abandon
their work to its whirls.
Thus, prey to speeds
of light, heat, cold, or darkness,
a sphere in space without markers
spins and spins.
poem by Joseph Brodsky
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Mask of My Heart
As the cloud went to black
We lost our way back
As the sun set to night
No smiles of something bright
Lonely the moon bounced the starlight
When blood became cold as frostbite
Bleeding inside till black from red
Let the honesty fainted bed
They broke words of silent voices
Without harm with many chances
Never to see the truth
Nor then to face the truth
All remained invisible sight
Black blocked the white to face to light
Broken the heart of smiling face
When sense was gone no eyes to gaze
It turned into the silent noise
Black without smile and cheer but voice
Whispering tears dropped inside heart
It hurt it broke Mask of my heart
poem by Vidi Pudinkz
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Black Moon
Oh the devil is rising with the moon
He cries and my blood runs cold.
Oh no never was the darkness so black,
No light and nowhere to go.
My spirit is crying for a love
So tired of being alone.
I remember he came here to steal,
And you are his stealer of souls.
I see a black moon rising,
And its calling out my name.
Oh its calling my name.
Ive been blinded, lost and confused,
Darkness will call me no more.
Heaven is no friend of mine,
No God ever knocked on my door.
I see a black moon rising,
And its calling out my name.
Oh its calling my name.
Im standing on the dark side of time
Reaching for the power of her hand.
Shes weaving an unholy light
And calls from lucifers land.
I see a black moon rising,
And its calling out my name.
An angel of hell is rising,
Heavens no friend of mine.
I see a black moon rising,
And its calling out my name,
I see a black moon rising,
And it causes so much pain.
An angel of hell is rising,
Heavens no friend of mine.
I see a black moon rising,
And its calling out my name.
Its calling my name,
This spirits crying for love.
Heavens no friend of mine.
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Above The Wide Brown Country
Above the wide brown country in the gray evening sky
A black shouldered kite out hunting he hover as he fly
With quivering wings it hover suspended there in space
Scanning the ground for small prey it hangs in the one place.
And then it flies a little and the same pattern repeat
And scans around with it's microscopic like eyes for mouse or frog to eat
All in the depths of Winter it hunts for smaller prey
But most little creatures under cover on a chilly Winter day.
With black bands on it's wings and shoulders and mostly gray to white
The reason for it's common name of the black shouldered kite
In the weakening light of evening it is hunting out late
And may have to go to it's roost hungry as the clock on none does wait.
Above the wide brown country at a quarter after four
In the fading lamp of evening just an hour of light or a little more
Left for it for to make a kill and to ease it's appetite
And it may have to go to roost quite hungry for to spend a hungry night.
poem by Francis Duggan
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A Raven
Dark bird
Black raven with black wings,
Black eyes as dark as midnight,
Wind flutters his wings,
Shadows turn his head,
And movement catches his stare.
He looks down upon you and watches in dismay,
No black is with in you,
No night in your eyes,
No wings to up lift you,
No shadow to attract you,
And movements pass your gaze.
A raven, A raven, A moonlight silhouette.
Hawkmoon 269
Like a desert needs rain
Like a town needs a name
I need your love
Like a drifter needs a room
Hawkmoon
I need your love
Like a rhythm unbroken
Like drums in the night
Like sweet soul music
Like sunlight
I need your love
Like coming home
And you dont know where youve been
Like black coffee
Like nicotine
I need your love
When the night has no end
And the day yet to begin
As the room spins around
I need your love
Like a phoenix rising
Needs a holy tree
Like the sweet revenge
Of a bitter enemy
I need your love
Like the heat needs the sun
Like honey on her tongue
Like the muzzle of a gun
Like oxygen
I need your love
When the night has no end
And the day yet to begin
As the room spins around
I need your love
Like thunder needs rain
Like the preacher needs pain
Like tongues of flame
Like a blind mans cane
Like a needle in a vein
Like someone to blame
Like a thought unchained
Like a runaway train
I need your love
Like a fighters rage
His dreams in a cage
Like faith needs a doubt
Like a freeway out
I need your love
Like powder needs a spark
Like lies need the dark
I need your love
song performed by by U2
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the ROAD TO illumination
light
angry with my being
but when i go and leave
and dissapear
it embraces my absence silently
it neither approaches thoroughly
nor leaves and go away completely
i am following a light
i am after a light
sometimes
it flows into me
like an ablutions towel of my mother
like a wet funeral courtyard of a mosgue
and like the water in ablution fountains
you cannot shape it
you cannot make a form of it
you cannot grap it with your hands
you cannot look at it with your bare eyes
sometimes it makes you blind
you cannot taste it with your tongues
when it is near
it suddenly becomes very far and far
when you think it is your comrade to you
it suddenly turns out to be a bit foe
it is the gaze of a beloved
it is the lighting candle of a muezzin in the mosgue
evry beat of pülseis illuminated with light
every being goes towards it
even the eternity too
my bosom also goes towards that light
the sick lie in bed with hope with it
the sun sets down in the horizon with it
every planet in the universe revolves and spins in light
my worries and troubles begin and relieve with it
i am after a light
i am searching
i am in a light
i am following a light
poem by Metin Sahin
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The other me....
Black angel, dark face
Alive in time and space,
Black angel darkest day
Shall always find the way.
There is this other me
Who lies inside and hide
Comes forth with any fight
And always in the dark of night.
Black angel
Strong and wild,
Black angel
Never mild.
Sleeping in the day
When the sky is blue,
Then shows a dark face
When darkness comes through.
Black angel
Falling sin,
Black angel
All within.
poem by Deep Dark Soul Poet
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Aura
The air was dark
The moon was dark
The night was dark
The cloud was dark
The heat was dark
The stars were black
The birds were black
The eyes were black
The shadows were black
The planes were black
A sound of night
The hearts of night
A chase at night
A fall at night
No help at night
The night is night
Where is my sight
I have no sight
Your light was sight
No light no sight
No one in sight
The dark in sight
Don't call my name
What's my name
They call my name
That's not my name
Who said its my name
I have no name
You took my same
It was our same
She was our same
She's now your same
Its all the same
I'm not the same
Judas and my hand
You took my hand
'I do' my hand
You kissed my hand
You broke my hand
You fell my hand
A tear in sand
A heart in sand
A body in sand
Alone in sand
A dust in sand
At home in sand.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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The Whole World Spins (Rondelet)
The whole world spins
when you are on a carousel,
the whole world spins
on its axis from the begin
while all on earth is going well,
and children do laugh play and yell;
the whole world spins.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sound Of Thunder
Been in this grass here for the last ten hours
My clothes are dirty but my mouth isnt dry
How does it happen, does it fly through the air
Oh, I gave up asking days away
And now Im lying here waiting for the sound of thunder
Here I am, Im the dotted line
Cut the corners stick me to your door
Im the man who stepped off the path
And I just lie here
Its what I was made for
And now my eyes are closing but I still feel the land
Leaning out for the touch of my hand
The world spins so fast
That I might fly off
The world spins so fast
That I might fly off
The world spins so fast
That I might fly off
Im waiting for the sound of thunder
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Dyes Cast
Each night
As he drops his head
To the deep dream
Of the dark bed,
A shape beckons him
Wellaway
From the starlight
And the dim day.
A mare
Black as a spade, calls
From the dark hill
As the wind falls,
The reeds mutter
The night is black
As he leaps blind
To the mare’s back.
Then like the roar
Of an ill wind
Or a black flame
From the devil’s kiln,
The mare speeds
To the night’s work
By the old mill
And the dark Kirk.
Shapes flutter
And leap alight
Before they sputter
And, out of sight
Disport and mutter
Of black arts
To see the mare
And the rider pass.
Hour on hour
He clings to scenes
Of dark images,
Wild dreams
And chance friends
From the dead past
In the grim haunts
Of dyes cast.
His face burns
And tears stream
In the long night
Of the dark dream,
He clings grim
To the mare’s back
For his soul’s sake
And a long lack.
The day brinks
At night’s mist;
‘There may be nothing
More than this, ’
The mare fades
From his wide eyes –
But the thoughts bide,
And the old lies.
‘There may be nothing
More than this! ’
And his mind seeks
The mare, the mist;
‘There may be nought
But the dead past,
And the dark haunts
Of dyes cast.’
27 December 1978
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Love's Dark Touch
Love's blind touch gropes in our dark
and I hear you giggle
reveling in the hide and seek
in your cape of satin sheets
the lights out
pitch black
the only sound
is of stealthy breathing
which first lurks
and then leaps
straight onto my back
I shriek the shriek
and you the vampire bat
clutching my trembling neck
yelling gitty up! gitty up!
and I fall
down pretending dead
as you pause
unseen in the dark
and then I rise
and blind leap
catching you hiding
at the side of the bed;
you shriek
and outside the kids bang on the door
saying
'if you two don't
cut it out
we're calling 911.'
Let us in!
We giggle;
crouched inside.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Love's Touch
Love's blind touch gropes in our dark
and I hear you giggle
reveling in the hide and seek
in your cape of satin sheets
the lights out
pitch black
the only sound
is of stealthy breathing
which first lurks
and then leaps
straight onto my back
I shriek the shriek
and you the vampire bat
clutch my trembling neck
yelling gitty up! gitty up!
and I fall
down pretending dead
as you pause
unseen in the dark
and then I rise
and blind leap
catching you hiding
at the side of the bed;
you shriek
and outside the kids bang on the door
saying
'if you two don't
cut it out
we're calling 911.'
Let us in!
We giggle;
crouched inside.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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A Meeting With Despair
the cancer striken
has life ended for him
even before it ends?
the HIV child
has life cheated on him
before it has even began?
whose fault?
the worlds spins
without a care
she cries, nobody cares
the mother who refuses to let
her dead baby go
feeling its warmth
till the numbing cold
jolts her to realisation
that a phase of her life is over
her tears, broken heart
and the eerie cold
the clearcut divider
all the love that wont
bring the familiar warmth
of the bundle back
to her bossom
so cold the world can be
she eventually realises
through her child
israel, palestine
the muslims, jews
the god behind
does he know the blood
shed is all for his sake?
conflicting beliefs
arising from one GOD
or is he like the earth
that spins without a care?
an answer the world waits
did jesus come as son of the Most High
to heal the world?
did Prophet Mohammad
come to clear the wrongs?
the world spins without a care
perhaps, something anew
to clear up the mess again
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A Meeting With Despair
AS evening shaped I found me on a moor
Which sight could scarce sustain:
The black lean land, of featureless contour,
Was like a tract in pain.
'This scene, like my own life, ' I said, 'is one
Where many glooms abide;
Toned by its fortune to a deadly dun-
Lightless on every side.
I glanced aloft and halted, pleasure-caught
To see the contrast there:
The ray-lit clouds gleamed glory; and I thought,
'There's solace everywhere! '
Then bitter self-reproaches as I stood
I dealt me silently
As one perverse-misrepresenting Good
In graceless mutiny.
Against the horizon's dim-descernèd wheel
A form rose, strange of mould:
That he was hideous, hopeless, I could feel
Rather than could behold.
''Tis a dead spot, where even the light lies spent
To darkness! ' croaked the Thing.
'Not if you look aloft! ' said I, intent
On my new reasoning.
'Yea-but await awhile! ' he cried. 'Ho-ho! -
Look now aloft and see! '
I looked. There, too, sat night: Heaven's radiant show
Had gone. Then chuckled he.
Thomas Hardy
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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My Side
Black emptiness is where I travel
Casting shadow where ever I go
Someone must play this part
There must be balance to make this world work
There needs to be darkness
May I bring despair, hate, and jealousy
into the lives of others
I despise myself
I despise the thought of being alone on the hated side
I am revolted even though I didn't choose this life
But as I said there needs to be a balance
And she is on the other side
There's always a ray of light in the darkness
She is that light I wish to have stabbed in me
She is my light, the guide of my love
I can feel her deep in my heart
But the darkness covers her in my eyes
Though she is always with me
Because as she casts light there must always be a shadow
I sit near a blackened pool on the opposite side of the world
and I look at the closest reflection I have of you
The moon shines on as I'm wishing you were here
I look into the pool and think of the time we have spent
Those brief few moments when light met dark
'This is a love to fight for'
That's what I said the last time we met
You shook your head and said
'In the end we'll both lose'
Time fades fast
I must convince her here and now
'Look at me' I said in her ear
She looks and her eyes twinkle
'If at anything my dream came true
I brush back her hair
'I got to meet a girl like you'
Gentle lips meet
Sometimes a kiss is all you need to do
That day was the last time I saw her
As time hit the right mark we were forced to pull away
Me into darkness
She into light
I grab her hand and try not to let go
But I was being pulled back
I yell so she could hear
'I'll come back to you I promise'
She nods
'I know you will'
And we break
I am swallowed in the darkness again
Alone and again on the other side of the world
I will wait again for the next day
When light and the dark can meet once more
Written: February 16,2010
poem by Ryan Collins
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The Darkness Ate The Day
I left the light behind and the darkness ate the day,
I stay in the shadows of the night with little regret to say,
The dark is warm like a subtle flame, even the light was never the same
I should be ashamed to say this aloud, but it's easier to say how I am proud
Proud to let the light stay away, proud that the darkness ate the day
For there is little light to fight back, a world that's nothing but black
Black sun, black moon, black night, black day, all the world's that's black will stay,
Stay the way of the night, always straining to destroy the
Light
poem by No Reason To Care
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The Winter Cold And Dark
THE WINTER COLD AND DARK
The winter cold and dark-
The morning’s delay-
Anxiety is sadness,
Fear-pain.
To look out the window
And see darkness so black-
To wait for the light
And know Love
can never come back?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Do You Feel
(olivia newton-john)
Do you feel the way I do
Tell me now oh tell me now
I need to know that its true
Oh do you feel the way I do
I need to know
Do you love me the way that I love you
Tell me now oh tell me now
I need to know that its true
Oh do you feel the way I do
I need to know
The world is a wonderful place
It spins around and spins around
And spins around in space
The world has a magic about it
The stars above are like my love
You never need to doubt it
Oh are we real or is this a dream
Tell me now oh tell me now
Is it all that it seems
Oh do you feel the way I do
I need to know
The world is a wonderful place
It spins around and spins around
And spins around in space
The world has a magic about it
And though I try theres so much i
Will never know about it
Oh do you feel the way I do
Tell me now oh tell me now
I need to know that its true
Oh do you feel the way I do
I need to know
I need to know
Do you feel the same way
Do you feel the same way that I do
Do you feel like I do
I need to know
I need to know
Do you feel like I do
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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The Empty House
See this house, how dark it is
Beneath its vast-boughed trees!
Not one trembling leaflet cries
To that Watcher in the skies—
‘Remove, remove thy searching gaze,
Innocent of heaven’s ways,
Brood not, Moon, so wildly bright,
On secrets hidden from sight.’
‘Secrets,’ sighs the night-wind,
‘Vacancy is all I find;
Every keyhole I have made
Wails a summons, faint and sad,
No voice ever answers me,
Only vacancy.’
‘Once, once … ’ the cricket shrills,
And far and near the quiet fills
With its tiny voice, and then
Hush falls again.
Mute shadows creeping slow
Mark how the hours go.
Every stone is mouldering slow.
And the least winds that blow
Some minutest atom shake,
Some fretting ruin make
In roof and walls. How black it is
Beneath these thick boughed trees!
poem by Walter de la Mare
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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XII
She was a little woman dressed in black,
Who stood on tiptoe with a childish air,
Her face and figure hidden in a sacque,
All but her eyes and forehead and dark hair.
Her brow was pale, but it was lit with light,
And mirth flashed out of it, it seemed in rays.
A childish face, but wise with woman's wit,
And something, too, pathetic in its gaze.
In the bare dusk of that unseemly place
I noted all, and this besides, a scar
Which on her cheek had left a paler trace.
It seemed to tell its tale of love and war.
That little scar! Doubt whispered of this one,
Boy as I was, she had not lived a nun.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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