Dimmer Gets the Light
...and dimmer gets the light.
Dimmer does it get for them...
The ones in debate,
On how to do things right.
Wondering if they select one thing,
Will those on the left,
Choose to fight with anger...
Until all days ahead turn into night!
Conflicts continue.
And those of brightness leave.
They take a hike!
...and dimmer it gets for those who can not see!
Dimmer until it becomes bitter in the dark.
And bitterness is all that descends!
Splitting all into hatred.
Sending a hatred fed to feed until all are dead!
Dead from a truth dieing from a lack of belief.
And the dimming that succeeds leaves all to bleed,
In agreement.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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She Likes A Dimmer
She likes a dimmer
On a yellow chandelier
Dimming
A little bit dimmer
Than yellow sun
Fading to light orange
To darker
Reddish sunset
On a sea horizon
Where everything
Turns to gray
Then dark
To total darkness
Of her night
She is simply
Dramatizing
Her life in
Old age,
Like fading colors
To a fading life
In ages past
Like forgetting something too painful
The yellow lights dimming
On the chandelier on a
Dimmer does the trick for her
I too like it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Don't Tell Me I Am Not Old
DON’T TELL ME I AM NOT OLD
Don’t tell me I am not old
And that I still can be young in spirit
In the winter cold it aches
And where is the returning to try yet again
When the years are gone
And the powers are not?
I didn’t know it
I didn’t see it
I became old when I wasn’t looking
And now that I am here
The fear of what is to come
Weighs against and with
The failures of what can no longer be.
I am not dead yet, it is true
And I do have a certain courage left to struggle
But the light is dimmer and dimmer
And the sounds of salvation from a distance
Farther and farther away.
I call to G-d
I pray to G-d
I need God
I fear God
I even think sometimes
I love God
But who am I
When God is so Great and Beyond us all?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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To A Dead Love
Once you were beautiful, alabaster, Radiant
Once you were the breath of lilacs, Spring
Once you were love eternal,
Love everlasting.
Once you were the Alpha and Omega,
But now, my love never again.
Now you are a cold memory.
A pain of despair on a sleepless night,
A memory wanted to be forgotten.
Now you are getting dimmer and dimmer,
No stimulation, no meditation,
Now at last I smile on a Dead Love
poem by Martha Nicholson
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Trees bend in the breeze
Trees bend in the breeze,
the dead branch creaks under the force
that is moving it,
the eyes of the owl zoom in
searching for a prey
the sun fades, gets dimmer and dimmer
while it drops over the horizon
as the darkness creeps, creeps slowly in
and the moon raises silver
white in a star filled night
where a dazzling show
like on a Christmas tree appears
and hangs bright
with little twinkling lights
and the owl hoots, giving to some
its death call, to others a caring presence
and sleep sneaks into bodies, eyes and minds
and on this Christmas day the world is at peace.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Thoughts Of The Sunlight
Thoughts of the sunlight fainter and dimmer,
And parched the grass.
Breezes, freh breezes at dawn's early shimmer,
Flit by repass.
Look at the willows against a clear heaven,
Cloudless and wide.
Better, Far better not to be given
Thee for thy bride!
Thoughts of the daylight dimmer and fainter.
Oh, darkness! Gloom!
Once again . . . Morning,
Tell me if winter is come.
poem by Anna Akhmatova
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Melancholy of a Romance
Melancholy of a Romance
By: Adam M. Snow
A perfect dream left unsung,
Echoes thoroughly from nature's tongue,
From the lips of blossoming rose,
To all hearts, I suppose.
But it be with me, thoughts of love,
Shining brighter, brighter than a morning dove.
But of lust, a desire for romance,
A feeling not given a chance,
But a feeling shining less, less than a spark,
Goes dimmer, dimmer till all is dark.
There's hope for a broken heart to mend,
Death closes all: but some ere the end.
To be a flower, is profound,
But is there still time to be found?
poem by Adam M. Snow
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Fleeing Away
My thoughts soar not as they ought to soar,
Higher and higher on soul-lent wings;
But ever and often and more and more
They are dragged down earthward by little things,
By little troubles and little needs,
As a lark might be tangled among the weeds.
My purpose is not what it ought to be,
Steady and fixed, like a star on high,
But more like a fisherman's light at sea;
Hither and thither it seems to fly--
Sometimes feeble, and sometimes bright,
Then suddenly lost in the gloom of night.
My life is far from my dream of life--
Calmly contented, serenely glad;
But, vexed and worried by daily strife,
It is always troubled and ofttimes sad--
And the heights I had thought I should reach one day
Grow dimmer and dimmer, and farther away.
My heart never finds the longed-for rest;
Its worldly striving, its greed for gold,
Chilled and frightened the calm-eyed guest
Who sometimes sought me in days of old;
And ever fleeing away from me
Is the higher self that I long to be.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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When All Is Done
When all is done, and my last word is said,
And ye who loved me murmur, 'He is dead,'
Let no one weep, for fear that I should know,
And sorrow too that ye should sorrow so.
When all is done and in the oozing clay,
Ye lay this cast-off hull of mine away,
Pray not for me, for, after long despair,
The quiet of the grave will be a prayer.
For I have suffered loss and grievous pain,
The hurts of hatred and the world's disdain,
And wounds so deep that love, well-tried and pure,
Had not the pow'r to ease them or to cure.
When all is done, say not my day is o'er,
And that thro' night I seek a dimmer shore:
Say rather that my morn has just begun,--
I greet the dawn and not a setting sun,
When all is done.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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The Cat and the Dog
Once upon a time a cat
And a dog, silently followed by a rat
Set out on a journey
To the land of Timberney
The cat and the dog were the best of friends
And their ties of friendship was hard to mend
The dog suddenly noticed the rat
And have him a friendly pat
In the forest of Kellogg
Sat the cat, the rat and the dog
On a well built log
They heartily ate their lunch
Munch, munch, chomp, chomp, munch
All of them ate, ate and ate
Not noticing that at this rate
They will never reach Timberney
In order to complete their journey
Excited with this new friendship
All the three went to have a sip
From the nearby lake
And spent nearly an hour for this sake
It had suddenly, suddenly become dark
And the dog told them to mark
The tree on which each of them slept
And the rat meanwhile wept and wept and wept
For it had fear of the dark
And thus ended Day 1 of the journey they had embarked
In the middle of the night
The cat woke up and sat upright
The dog too was awake
Staring at a lengthy black snake
They began to hatch a plan
Whispering as low as the possibly can
The cat woke up the rat
And tempted him to eat a piece of dead bad
Innocently the rat came up to the cat
And together they sat
For a dinner that never was
But both them hogged without a pause
The dog as per the plan hid
Stealthily behind a bush in a bid
To have the rat for dinner
As the light grew dimmer and dimmer
Like a hungry lion he pounced
On the rat who was trounced
And there lay a dead example
Of when innocence could be fatal
The cat and the dog moved to place
Where they could see each other’s face
To decide on who gets what
From the rat’s carcass the cat brought
“I should get more” claimed the cat
“As I was the one who tricked the rat”
“You’ve eaten enough you greedy feline”
Argued the dog, “So he is wholly mine”
They argued, they fought, they rolled
And none could get a stronger hold
The whole forest awoke with the fight
Where each of them tried to prove their might
They fought all night, all day
Keeping the protesters at bay
Whose number had grown by now
Were ineffective and did not know how
To prevent this fight
Which was a pitiful sight
The best of pals had become the deadliest of foes
And as the saying goes
“Fighting like cats and dogs”
has come into being after this incident at Kelloggs.
poem by by unknown author
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Venus
Tell me now and Ill understand
Does venus hold you in the palm of her hand
Has her blackness touched your very heart
Shell smile sweetly as your world falls apart
*
And I just cant quit it babe
I just cant stand the pain
And I just cant quit it babe
I keep running back again
Little by little piece by piece
Your defenses have all slipped away
And real beautys such an elusive thing
Somewhere down the line youll have to pay
Repeat *
Oh no, its such a cold, cold feeling
Cuts your body to the bone
Oh no, its a strange, strange feeling
Loves been abandoned and Im so alone
And everyday I see my flame growing dimmer
Ive nothing left but this very life to save
And evry night I feel that Im a winner
Shes taking me down to the grave
And everyday I see my flame growing dimmer
I cant seem to chase the ghosts away
And every night I get too high, Im a winner
Ive nothing left but to pray
And every night she makes me feel like a winner
And every night she makes me think Im a winner
Venus smiles and encircles me
And wraps me in a soft princely gown
Waves of darkness rise like the sea
In her addiction I will drown
song performed by by Ufo
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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You Hold The Light
What is this light
This light that I see
Can it be reached
Is it out-reaching me
Is it the door
The door of my dreams
Where I reach on forever
Endless it seems
Is it water around me
Or is it air
I start to get tired
I start to not care
The light gets dimmer
Like the switch of a room
But the room is much smaller
Like a child of womb
Claustrophobic I am
The light I cant see
Its darker than before
Endless it cant be
Just when your down
Quitting the fight
Remember one thing
You hold you light
poem by Ryan Stark
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No One Is There (revised)
i go home
and i open the door of this house
there is silence that greets the face of emptiness
the grass is but a green canvass
sprinkled with dead leaves
shades of brown and shattered sheen of lights
from the setting sun
a burst of orange, a slap of red,
gray colors hover,
black invades and triumphs
tonight, another round of applause
from lonely hands
my feet stamp the dusts
off my skin
the dog wags its tail
i close the door and shut the windows
i turn on the light
dimmer
i begin listening again to
the departing winds.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wingless angel
When I close my eyes
All I see is a planet
Glittering as diamond
Very bright are it's lights
I see myself in the middle of a sign
A sign or an invisible protection chamber, I presume
It's like in the centre of the terrestial body
The bright lights grow dimmer
And dimmer
Until I can barely see
I strain my eyes
And there, few meters away
A being squatted
Clutching his back with both hands
As it growls silently in pain
On the floor, lay two huge wings
And a deadly enormous sharp axe
The being tries to get up but falls
Blood oozes from it's back
The blood encircles me
He stammers
'Majib ark heleg'
I've never heard this language before
But somehow I understood
I think he was saying
'You cut my wings.'
I knew he wasn't talking to me
Nor was he seeing me
Anyway, I made sure I didn't make a sound
Someone or Something must have done that to him
Then I see him no more
But I always recognize him
In all my hallucinations
As
the wingless angel
poem by Ivan Chizurum Ezeigbo
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dawn sun
knowing only by fact
it gets dimmer each day
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A Poetic Retelling Of An Unfortunate Seduction
The language in the dimmer rooms
Seems to represent the light source well
How soft they speak and seem to be at peace
With the movement of the music and the madness
That is pulling me into this
And the shades of the lamps are woven red
The light
song performed by by Bright Eyes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Scenes.....
the night is
a mannequin
and we are
the recent
harlequins
in the room
the night is
no longer a mystery
it is colder
and the lights are not
turned off
because of fear
dimmer
like promises
the floor is silent
like the carpets
the dusts invade
like a catacomb
ambient
the scenes outside
are horrible
dead birds hanging
themselves
on the twigs of
a fungal tree
nevertheless
a bunch of ripe guavas
wait still
to be picked by some
hands of the
boys.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Brighter Of 2 Lights
the light in the eyes shines brighter
than that of the light in a smile
a better reflection of genuineness
its light burns brighter, and so much sweeter
even, more sincere
the light in the smile is somewhat dimmer
it can be made up
faked and bejeweled
but the light in the eyes
well…
it always reflects truth
for this is where the soul’s intentions exist
poem by Chanda Panda
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Orion
In the sky I see at night
the hunter Orion
lurking nearer
with his club raised
ready to bash
and its oblong shape
becoming clearer
and the belt shines bright
and sword dimmer
where it points away.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Orion [1]
In the sky I see at night
the hunter Orion
lurking nearer
with his club raised
ready to bash
and its oblong shape
becoming clearer
and the belt shines bright
and sword dimmer
where it points away.
poem by Gert Strydom
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There was a thin conjuror from Limerick
In the whole of all Ireland, no slimmer-mick;
He said to his wife,
'In all of my life
I've never performed such a dimmer-trick.'
quote by by John Carter Brown
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