December
Charcoal trees stand and wait
For ashen sky to dissipate.
Dispel
This spell!
Wizard on frozen pond
-Invisible skater.
Undulator
Of choppy seas
Wave your wand
And calm the breeze
That stirs with gale.
And call the moon
From frozen jail
To light the white We walk upon.
Reveal the night
Where torchlight shone
On open field.
And then be gone!
As snowflake melts
The snowmen cry
Knowing they're the next to die.
Now starlight
Causes them to sigh.
As fires in the heart
And the hearth
Lead us down our wintry path.
Our silent midnight kiss ascends.
In gift wrapped bliss
December ends.
poem by Kevin East
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Winter Sky
Ice-chips plucked whole from the smoke,
the past week’s stars all frozen in flight,
Head over heels the skater’s club goes,
clinking its rink with the peal of night.
Step slow, slower, slow-er, skater,
pride carving its trace as you race by.
each turn’s a constellation cut there,
scratched by a skate in Norway’s sky.
The air is fettered in frozen iron.
Oh, skaters! There – it’s all the same,
that, like snake’s eyes set in ivory,
night’s on earth, a domino game:
that moon, a numb hound’s tongue
is there, frozen tight: that mouths like
the forgers of coins’ – are stung,
filled with lava of breathtaking ice.
poem by Boris Pasternak
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Perseverance
The seas I transit, under sail.
Highways and byways I journey.
Calm or direct, may not always be.
Every step, every mile I am tested.
Whether pursued, by dark n’ wild gale,
or striding, twisted, treacherous path.
Times I feel as quarry hunted,
seeking the solace, of any safe haven.
To conquer agonizing strife, by victory.
Laughing loud, in the face of tempest.
Thwarting failure, no quarter given.
Toppling defiant adversity, my tenacity intensified.
Compensation, for determined perseverance.
Light seas, with following breeze,
roadway void, of confrontation.
Radiant light to reveal, disguised pitfall.
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poem by Kurt Hearth
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Souls Sharing Mystery Nighttime Symphony
it was awake dark late the other night
moon was but a fingernail ribbon of light
all was silent quiet upon the sleeping hills
slight breeze in trees stirs nighttime thrills
from out of our bedroom we did silent creep
at still 2 a.m. or 3 a.m. it's time to shadow peep
I whistle twice thrice into friend dark shadow trees
soon a few familiar shapes flutter about night breeze
my daughters Rachael Kayla silent watch with me
my friends I smile call to introduce daughters to see
these are my season friends at this season call
fruit bats feast this season these trees their mall
in solo stillness of dark or star moon lit night
I whistle call then rapture watch their flutter flight
now as still as still as a shadow can be
my daughters by my side may watch with me
Rachael four cannot silent still wait or watch
words she spills her arm motions darkness cuts a swatch
yet faithful old season friend bat still flies to me greet
in darkness two span distance from my face we meet
nature's wild creatures my heart stirs in innocent delight
even fruit eating binturong greeted my face once in ink night
crossing telephone power cable from bat fruit trees
in cloak ink darkness adult male pause curiosity sees
this nightly poet shaman stand on this balcony ledge
to wondrous creation we share soul mystic pledge
in dead of night binturong two span face distance I meet
our senses one moment we part upon paths spiritual greet
poem by Terence George Craddock
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By The Ocean (For Dislocated Heart)
I stand by the ocean,
Breathing in the crisp air of night fall,
Watching the moon slipping away,
As the sky melts into the sea;
An endless darkness.
I can feel my mind falling into its depths,
Thinking about every breath I take,
About the world above,
And the world below.
Questions fill my mind,
Questions of life, living, and existence,
Yet still I stand,
Silent and still.
The gentle breeze in the palm trees,
Brushing my hair across my face.
The wind pushes my dress against my legs,
The feeling almost mimicking that of the water.
I can feel the cool spray of the ocean with each wave,
A giant lung breathing the same air as I.
It is a calm entity existing to exist.
A world so unknown and full of wonder,
Yet so simple from above…
I breath a sigh and close my eyes,
The sight of the waves imprinted on my eyelids,
The scent filling my nose and mouth,
The water touching my skin,
The taste of the salt on my tongue,
The repetitive sound of the water endlessly fill my mind.
My feet buried in sand as if to be innocent sand crabs.
A moment so calm and simple,
Yet so meaningful,
If you take the time to experience it,
A moment in which nothing else matters,
Nothing but the water, the sand, and living.
Everything else, like the sky,
Melts away into the sea,
Into the endless dark abyss.
And so I stand,
By the water,
Living and breathing.
If only the world would stop for a moment,
A moment to live and breathe too;
So relaxing and yet so eye opening.
The silence of the night wrapping around me,
The ocean rocking me into sweet oblivion.
Until I have to open my eyes and walk inside,
Back to reality,
But until then,
I'll just stand here,
By the ocean.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Presto
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
If I could wave my magic wand...
I am made from the dust of the stars
And the oceans flow in my veins
Here I hide in the heart of the city
Like a stranger coming out of the rain
The evening plane rises up from the runway
Over constellations of light
I look down into a million houses
And wonder what youre doing tonight
If I could wave my magic wand
Id make everything all right
Im not one to believe in magic
But I sometimes have a second-sight
Im not one with a sense of proportion
When my heart still changes overnight
I had a dream of a winter garden
A midnight rendezvous
Silver, blue, and frozen silence
What a fool I was for you
I had a dream of the open water
I was swimming away out to sea
So deep I could never touch bottom
What a fool I used to be
If I could wave my magic wand
Id set everybody free
Im not one to believe in magic
Though my memory has a second-sight
Im not one to go pointing my finger
When I radiate more heat than light
Dont ask me
Im just improvising
My illusion of careless flight
Cant you see
My temperatures rising
I radiate more heat than light
Dont ask me
Im just sympathizing
My illusions a harmless flight
Cant you see
My temperatures rising
I radiate more heat than light
song performed by by Rush
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Charcoal Night
On a charcoal night the owl calls.
On a charcoal night wolves sharpen their claws.
On a charcoal night children shake with fear.
The charcoal night is growing near.
On a charcoal night the demon dogs sing.
On a charcoal night the little stars gleam.
On a charcoal night the air goes cold.
The nightmares and stories are always told.
On a charcoal night wolves wet their fangs.
On a charcoal night the owls call rang.
On a charcoal night the beasts are out.
On a charcoal night this is their town.
On a charcoal night lock up the doors.
On a charcoal night don't sleep on the floors.
On a charcaol night say good bye to those dear.
Because the charcaol night is finally hear.
poem by Okami Kamikaze
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Moon Light
Moon Rises High Into The Sky
The Moon Is Gray
The Moon Is Bright
The Moon Is Full
Every Night The Moon Comes Out And Goes Down.
The Moon Shines Onto The Earth.
Brightens My Path.
I Look at The Moon And Say 'Moon Light Moon Light Bright My Path As You Shine My Way'
The moon Looks down And Shines My Path.
I Walk To The Pond And The Reflection of The Moon The Moon Is Beautiful And Bright.
The Moon Will Never Disappear.
The Brightness With Alwayz Shine My Path.
poem by Sonya Wesley
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Aching In My Heart
The aching in my heart
Like sweetest kiss of scent
From love's bouquet.
As I fly into Summer sky
Of blue.
Wearing white robes of cloud,
And the touch of you.
That gift from the sun,
The smile in your soul
Warms me.
With sweet embrace, you await.
Wearing the stars
As only your eyes can do.
The aching in my heart
That buzzes like the promise of Spring
Across field of dancing flower.
Conducted by the breeze.
Swaying in the twilight.
And waiting for the moon's late hour.
To light their canvas in blue.
What unknown chord
Love strikes within me.
You dance through every symphony unwritten.
Your beauty sings.
And you find me smitten.
Among forgotten rainbows,
Like silver raindrops
Crying on a window pane
I call in silence.
You thrill me and fill me
With the magic of a sunrise.
And the death of a sunset.
Waves
Only sweet goodbyes,
'Til tomorrows dawn whispers
We are both reborn.
I wait in eternity.
For your forever kiss.
Every night I hold you
In a dream
What bliss!
Where only you and I
Can play a part.
Will always exist
Within my aching heart.
poem by Kevin East
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Spring Alludes
I watched the boldest of streams
give way to this winter freeze
The water
frozen under
a sheet
of ice and
breeze as white
as the midnight moon
and soon,
when all of this life is thrown asunder
crippled under the snow in which we stand and wonder,
I'll remember
I'll remember this place in summer
poem by Joseph Ostapiuk
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Melodie’s Meltdown 2003
Wizard in purple talks to puppet Razel,
he is on her side even if her voice is nazel.
Wizard makes potions that freeze,
not only Melodie, but her winged friend fairy.
Soon all Melodie’s friends are frozen by tree,
they sit there waiting to be set free.
Sarah Star is the girl that has the special powers,
to break Razel ice-spell she cast from her tower.
First Sarah must go to see Dreeka the dragon at castle of pink,
she tells Sarah a rhyme that she must say with a wink.
Sarah does what she is told,
all Melodie’s friends are free to go,
go find Melodie who is frozen like snow.
UniCandle unicorn leads them to tower,
Melodie need to be unfrozen before the hour.
All of Melodie’s friends,
wave wand over Melodie’s head.
Soon Melodie is awake, but still a doll,
she turns into a girl and is thrilled with it all.
UniCandle unicorn touches her third eye,
transforms Melodie on the count of five.
Melodie is now eleven years old,
she has many adventures to be told.
But first she must unwrap presents in gold,
every Krendoll birthday has a great ending now.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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By the shores of Malachite
Upon the shores of Malachite
Next to the cobalt seas
Under molten silver moonbeams
That shatter on the crystal icing
Covering the diamonded waterfall
By the golden sands...
gather the unicorns of
Neptune, Uranius, and Pluto and beyond.
playfully covort between
Steel seas and emerald mountains
On the frozen sands of time unchanged
For a thousand Earth's comings
But it's just a dream
a lunacy, a nothingness in the night
All my unicorns have taken to flight
never there
All the frozen seas...
are now warm Florida keys
under a full August moon
And the mountains...
are impossible fears
that have faded into prairies
swelling like seas
And there are no proofprints
in the sands of time of a
far away race frozen in time
poem by Midnights Voice
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Me And The Moon At Midnight
I awoke at midnight,
and saw the ray of moon,
was touching my forehead,
with its gentle light.
The window was open,
and I stood beside it.
The cool breeze caught
and held my hand,
mesmerized I reached
to the terrace.
The moon at midnight,
and I thus met
face to face....
The trees, the plants
and oh! the houses
around took silver hue.
The stillness, the
melted silver from
the night's one
source inundated the
entire objects to the
loneliness.....
No sound around,
No clamor,
No care,
Only there,
Me and the midnight
Moon to share,
the serenity
of the night,
the borrowed
sunlight...
Me and the....
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Monday Night May 11th 1846 / Domestic Peace
Why should such gloomy silence reign;
And why is all the house so drear,
When neither danger, sickness, pain,
Nor death, nor want have entered here?
We are as many as we were
That other night, when all were gay,
And full of hope, and free from care;
Yet, is there something gone away.
The moon without as pure and calm
Is shining as that night she shone;
but now, to us she brings no balm,
For something from our hearts is gone.
Something whose absence leaves a void,
A cheerless want in every heart.
Each feels the bliss of all destroyed
And mourns the change - but each apart.
The fire is burning in the grate
As redly as it used to burn,
But still the hearth is desolate
Till Mirth and Love with Peace return.
'Twas Peace that flowed from heart to heart
With looks and smiles that spoke of Heaven,
And gave us language to impart
The blissful thoughts itself had given.
Sweet child of Heaven, and joy of earth!
O, when will Man thy value learn?
We rudely drove thee from our hearth,
And vainly sigh for thy return.
poem by Anne Brontë
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Lying To The Moon
(written by matraca berg, ronnie samoset)
I watch the sun going down
While I stand on sacred ground
Where once the night found us
In the twilight of our love
You said youd meet me here
And Im all alone
You sounded so sincere
Did you lead me on
I told the starry sky to wait for you
I told the wind to sigh like lovers do
I even told the night you were true
And you would be here soon
And now Im lying to the moon
And so the night takes me in
Like a sympathetic friend
And sends the wind through the trees
So the willow weeps for me
The shadows fool my eyes
And I think I see you
Then they start to cry
Dont you know they believed you
I told the starry sky to wait for you
I told the wind to sigh like lovers do
I even told the night you were true
And you would be here soon
And now Im lying to the moon
I told the starry sky to wait for you
I told the wind to sigh like lovers do
I even told the night you were true
And you would be here soon
And now Im lying to the moon
song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
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I Am Snow
I am Snow, I am
I am cold, be damned
I am silent long
I am silent song
I am quiet like
Falling snow at night
I am peaceful...yes
Here on Earth as guest
I am often random
Snowflake not in tandem
Different drummers beat
Destiny to meet
I am beauty wasted
Snowflake seldom tasted
Changing always, ever
Quirky winter weather
I am sometime Blizzard
Hostile, weak-willed wizard
Havoc in my wake
Causing souls to shake
I am Snow I am
I can grow, I can
Sky of beauty white
Touching Heaven's light
poem by Kenneth Snow
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The Frozen Man
Last thing I remember is the freezing cold
Water reaching up just to swallow me whole
Ice in the rigging and howling wind
Shock to my body as we tumbled in
Then my brothers and the others are lost at sea
I alone am returned to tell thee
Hidden in ice for a century
To walk the world again
Lord have mercy on the frozen man
Next words that were spoken to me
Nurse asked me what my name might be
She was all in white at the foot of my bed
I said angel of mercy Im alive or am I dead
My name is william james mcphee
I was born in 1843
Raised in liverpool by the sea
But that aint who I am
Lord have mercy on the frozen man
It took a lot of money to start my heart
To peg my leg and to buy my eye
The newspapers call me the state of the art
And the children, when they see me, cry
I thought it would be nice just to visit my grave
See what kind of tombstone I might have
I saw my wife and my daughter and it seemed so strange
Both of them dead and gone from extreme old age
See here, when I die make sure Im gone
Dont leave em nothing to work on
You can raise your arm, you can wiggle your hand
And you can wave goodbye to the frozen man
I know what it means to freeze to death
To lose a little life with every breath
To say goodbye to life on earth
To come around again
Lord have mercy on the frozen man
Lord have mercy on the frozen man
song performed by by James Taylor
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To the intolerant elected us must learn
To the intolerant elected us must learn to love: for it is they, who have frozen on the path to light. For it is they, who have frozen short sighted and fastened their tempers of understanding.
For it is they, who have frozen on the path to all they make righteous.
Only when these their silent hands dwell in a mindfulness of prayer manifest
Or with a carpenters hammer hammering will they this rich rabble care
For the emptiness visionless theft they've taxingly declared.
Only when they see that great depth of love and wealth; shall they be troubled.
Only; when they see just how poor spiritually they to really are will they be heedful of their own ever growing hunger that grows within themselves that blind despair?
That we the people of this their world are only too often fully aware.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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The Aching In My Heart
The aching in my heart
Like sweetest kiss of scent
From love's bouquet.
As I fly into summer sky of blue
Wearing robes of cloud
And the touch of you.
That gift from the sun
The smile in your soul
Warms me.
With sweet embrace, you await,
Wearing the stars
As only your eyes can do.
The aching in my heart is you.
Oh, the aching in my heart
That buzzes like the promise of Spring
Across field of dancing flower.
Conducted by the breeze
Swaying in the twilight
And waiting for the moon's late hour
To light their canvas in blue.
What unknown chord
Love strikes within me.
Your beauty sings
And you leave me smitten
Among forgotten rainbows.
Like silver raindrops
Crying on a window pane
I call in silence
Through just a heartbeat of pain.
You thrill me and fill me
With the magic of a sunrise.
And the death of a sunset
Waves only sweet goodbyes,
Until tomorrow's dawn whispers
We are both reborn.
I wait in eternity
For your forever kiss.
Every night I hold you
In a dream.
That bliss,
Where only you and I
Can play a part
Will always exist
Within the aching of my heart.
poem by Kevin East
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I Shall Never Love the Snow Again
I never shall love the snow again
Since Maurice died:
With corniced drift it blocked the lane,
And sheeted in a desolate plain
The country side.
The trees with silvery rime bedight
Their branches bare.
By day no sun appeared; by night
The hidden moon shed thievish light
In the misty air.
We fed the birds that flew around
In flocks to be fed:
No shelter in holly or brake they found,
The speckled thrush on the frozen ground
Lay frozen and dead.
We skated on stream and pond; we cut
The crinching snow
To Doric temple or Arctic hut;
We laughed and sang at nightfall, shut
By the fireside glow.
Yet grudged we our keen delights before
Maurice should come.
We said, 'In-door or out-of-door
We shall love life for a month or more,
When he is home.'
They brought him home; 'twas two days late
For Christmas Day:
Wrapped in white, in solemn state,
A flower in his hand, all still and straight
Our Maurice lay.
And two days ere the year outgave
We laid him low.
The best of us truly were not brave,
When we laid Maurice down in his grave
Under the snow.
poem by Robert Seymour Bridges
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The Vain Spell
THE house sleeps dark and the moon wakes white,
The fields are alight with dew;
'Oh, will you not come to me, Love, to-night?
I have waited the whole night through,
For I knew,
O Heart of my heart, I knew by my heart,
That the night of all nights is this,
When elm shall crack and lead shall part,
When moulds shall sunder and shot bolts start
To let you through to my kiss.'
So spake she alone in the lonely house.
She had wrapped her round with the spell,
She called the call, she vowed the vow,
And the heart she had pledged knew well
That this was the night, the only night,
When the moulds might be wrenched apart,
When the living and dead, in the dead of the night,
Might clasp once more, in the grave's despite,
For the price of a living heart.
But out in the grave the corpse lay white
And the grave clothes were wet with dew;
'Oh, will you not come to me, Love, to-night,
I have waited the whole night through,
For I knew
That I dared not leave my grave for an hour
Since the hour of all hours is near,
When you shall come to the hollow bower,
In a cast of the wind, in a waft of the Power,
To the heart that to-night beats here!'
The moon grows pale and the house sleeps still
Ah, God! do the dead forget?
The grave is white and the bed is chill,
But a guest may be coming yet.
But the hour has come and the hour has gone
That never will come again;
Love's only chance is over and done,
And the quick and the dead are twain, not one,
And the price has been paid in vain.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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