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A Candle And A Man.

Someone lights a candle
And I see the things around.
A candle must burn like this
Nay, every candle must burn like this.
I begin to tell every one.

A candle dies as it lives for us
And we appear to live while we travel towards the end.
A candle lives and lives while it appears to be dying..
A lot we have to learn.
I begin to learn none.

It`s a candle which lives and lives throws greater questions
And I begin to be introceptive
-A mental exercise on a confined mind.
When shall I begin to live like a candle?
When shall I give out a flame that lives?

The questions begin to boomerang on me
As I sit in the candle light and see everything.
I see everything?
I miss to see a candle too.
The ghost of a candle haunts me.

poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Candles

candle
it is used to light up
your years

candle
it is used to blow out
your years

candle
it is used to turn shadows
into animals

candle
it is used to help us see
the real from the shadows

candle
love and passion drip
through the wedding night

candle
a lump of spent energy
after all is over

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Leave A Candle

Leave a candle burning bright
So that I may see tonight
The darkness pushing all around
Drowning out my every sound
Leave a candle on the sill
If no one does so then I will
I'll light the candle on my own
And I'll fight on all alone
Leave a candle let it sing
Else I can't stop my cutting
My blood will flow out, drip, and fall
As shadows move across the wall
Leave a candle to the end
It shall be my only friend
Let it burn untill my death
And blow it out with my last breath
Leave a candle in the dark
So it leaves it's glowing mark
And guides me to my final rest
Cause I failed the living test

poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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Burn That Candle

(winfield scott)
Keep that candle burnin bright, mama
Ill be kind of late tonight, mama
Theres a yellow moon above me, mama
Shinin on the one I love, mama
Burn that candle
Night and day
Burn that candle
Honey light our way
Keep that doorway open wide
Until we come slowly strollin side by side
While that candles shinin high, mama
Ill be with my sugar pie, mama
Well be comin home you know and mama
Lookin for that candle glowin, mama
After we have had the wedding, mama
To that candle well be headin, mama
So before were winin and dinin, mama
Keep that candle light a-shinin, mama

song performed by by Emmylou Harris
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The candle and the fly

A woman in love is a candle;
Her love and the candle’s flame are to burn.
Her pining is the candle’s burning.
They pine and burn and exhaust themselves.

A man in love is like a fly;
Both are in flight towards their targets
Of love and flame, to which they succumb
By one longing and the other by falling.

The candle is burnt; so is the beloved.
The fly is burnt; so is the lover.
No doubt, the end for them is mere ash
But their pursuits gave them enough push.
27.10.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Of The Flie At The Candle

hat ails this fly thus desperately to enter
A combat with the candle? Will she venture
To clash at light? Away, thou silly fly;
Thus doing thou wilt burn thy wings and die.
But 'tis a folly her advice to give,
She'll kill the candle, or she will not live.
Slap, says she, at it; then she makes retreat,
So wheels about, and doth her blows repeat.
Nor doth the candle let her quite escape,
But gives some little check unto the ape:
Throws up her heels it doth, so down she falls,
Where she lies sprawling, and for succour calls.
When she recovers, up she gets again,
And at the candle comes with might and main,
But now behold, the candle takes the fly,
And holds her, till she doth by burning die.

Comparison.

This candle is an emblem of that light
Our gospel gives in this our darksome night.
The fly a lively picture is of those
That hate and do this gospel light oppose.
At last the gospel doth become their snare,
Doth them with burning hands in pieces tear.

poem by John Bunyan
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Light Blub and the Candle

Candle: 'You think your so bright.'

Light Blub: 'I'm supposed to be that way.'
But at least I don't go out, everytime a breeze blows in.'

Candle: 'Hey I have been here longer than you.'

Light Blub: 'Edison invented me, who invented you? '

Candle: 'Don't really know for sure, but I have been around longer.'

Light Blub: 'You already said that.'

Candle: ' I get so mad, everytime someone says, they have an idea
they compare it to a light blub.'

Light Blub: 'Who else.'

Candle: ' When the power goes out, were the first things people reach
for.'

Light Blub: 'Yes, but as soon as the power comes back on, they put
you away.'

Edison: 'Listen here you two, you both serve a purpose and are
needed very much, don't you see.'

Light Blub: ' He's right, I'm sorry candle.'

Candle: 'Your forgiven, light blub, so am I.'

(4-11-07)

poem by Jim Foulk
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Candles

Faith for reasons still unknown
Like bleak house fog seems everywhere
The truth has frozen into stone
And hope lies freezing in the midnight air
Though dark our days may seem
This is a different dream
Their freedom light dont shine at all
So I will light a candle for you
Keep it burning in the night
And pray that you are all right
I will light a candle for you
Little candle burning bright
When school yard heroes disappeared
The little girl, she stands alone
Oh I believe you if you say
A prayer can help to get her home
So I will light a candle for you
Keep it burning in the night
And pray that you are all right
I will light a candle for you
Little candle burning bright

song performed by by Chris Rea
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A Candle In The Window

Written by susan longacre, walt aldridge, and gary baker
Theres a road that I remember leading to a special place
Where the door was always open to a smiling face
Theres a picture on the mantle of a boy that looks like me
Its always the same, theres a stocking with my name
And a candle in the window, a flame against the night
Theres a candle in the window, its like gods perfect light
It dont take a lot of money to know what riches are
Just a candle in the window
Maybe its just wishful thiking I can hear the sleigh bells ring
Almost taste teh pie shes baking, its christmas eve
And theres a candle in the window, a flame against the night
The candle in the window, its like gods perfect light
It dont take a lot of money to know what riches are
Just a candle in the window and christmas in your heart
Wherever the years may take me no matter how far I go
Theres going to be a candle burning, its always nice to know
It dont take a lot of money to know what riches are
Just a candle in the window and christmas in your heart

song performed by by Alabama
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Making A Candle

i pick up the pieces
of melted candle

these are the wastes
left-overs of those already used

burned, i cut them with a sharp knife
like bread crumbs and

put them all in a small kettle
a little fire melts all of them

i got a thread a slice of tin
as weight inside a mold

i pour the melted candle there
and set the newly formed one aside

i reflect upon life
i reflect upon the people with wasted lives

vis-a-vis
the new candle that i made.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Our Candle

When we met
our candle burnt brightly,
then it began to dim.
We relit the candle
hoping it would burn brightly again,
rekindling our passions
to lock ourselves in each other’s arms
and become the two young lovers
as we were once before.
Our candle has a second chance
let us never let it flicker
and go dim again.

18 November 2008

poem by David Harris
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Song For Adam

Though adam was a friend of mine, I did not know him well
He was alone into his distance
He was deep into his well
I could guess what he was laughing at, but I couldnt really tell
Now the storys told that adam jumped, but Ive been thinking that he fell
Together we went traveling, as we received the call
His destination india, and I had none at all
Well, I still remember laughing with our backs against the wall
So free of fear, we never thought that one of us might fall
I sit before my only candle, but its so little light to find my way
Now this story unfolds before my candle
Which is shorter every hour as it reaches for the day
But I feel just like a candle in the way
I guess Ill get there, but I wouldnt say for sure
When we parted we were laughing still, as our goodbyes were said
And I never heard from him again as each our lives we led
Except for once in someone elses letter that I read
Until I heard the sudden word that a friend of mine was dead
I sit before my only candle, like a pilgrim sits beside the way
Now this journey appears before my candle
As a song thats growing fainter the harder that I play
But I fear before I end Ill fade away
But I guess Ill get there, though I wouldnt say for sure
Though adam was a friend of mine, I did not know him long
And when I stood myself beside him, I never though I was as strong
Still it seems he stopped his singing in the middle of his song
Well Im not the one to say I know, but Im hoping he was wrong
Im holding out my only candle, though its so little light to find my way
Now this storys been laid beneath my candle
And its shorter every hour as it reaches for the day
Yes, I feel just like a candle in the way
I hope Ill get there, but I never pray

song performed by by Jackson Browne
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Lite It Up

Lite it up
Lite it up
Lite it up and let that candle burn.
The fire is inside me.
Forever part of me.
Call it destiny.
Call it fate.
A fickle swing of a pendulum.
A motion set.
A writing in the stone.
I'm not alone for I have you.

So just lite it up
Lite it up
Lite it and let that candle burn.
Down to the very last.
It was always part of my past.
It sanction me to the starvation of the mind and soul.
I just lost control.
I faced it head on.
And thats when I met you.

So just lite it up
Lite it up
Lite it and let that candle burn.
It will never die.
Nor will my scarred heart.
Memories washed apart.
No longer do I doubt who I am.
As your man I take a stand.
For I must protect the love just met for you oh you.

So just lite it up
Lite it up
Lite it and let that candle burn.
One last time.
Digging into my own mind.
Finding every travesty.
Destroying the illusion of a fictitious fantasy.
Oh baby, oh baby this is for you

So just lite it up
Lite it up
Lite it and let that candle burn.
The body moves
The friction ceases.
Its a set of multiple releases.
Everything that soothes.
All for you.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Winter Night

It snowed and snowed ,the whole world over,
Snow swept the world from end to end.
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned.

As during summer midges swarm
To beat their wings against a flame
Out in the yard the snowflakes swarmed
To beat against the window pane

The blizzard sculptured on the glass
Designs of arrows and of whorls.
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned.

Distorted shadows fell
Upon the lighted ceiling:
Shadows of crossed arms,of crossed legs-
Of crossed destiny.

Two tiny shoes fell to the floor
And thudded.
A candle on a nightstand shed wax tears
Upon a dress.

All things vanished within
The snowy murk-white,hoary.
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned.

A corner draft fluttered the flame
And the white fever of temptation
Upswept its angel wings that cast
A cruciform shadow

It snowed hard throughout the month
Of February, and almost constantly
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned.

poem by Boris Pasternak
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Privilege

We on behalf of the entire human race
Serving you this privilege notice
Stop killing stop killing stop killing
Stop killing innocent men women
And children and also animals birds trees
Stop raping them
Stop starving them.

See the candle of humanity in our hand
Ihis candle is against corrupt people
This candle is against murders invaders
This candle is against rapists and looters
This candle is against and against all acts
That are against human race and humanities.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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An Appeal To The Vexations

As Vexations of the older kind leave our path
A new world of its own has to emerge.
A candle, a smile and a soothing word...
Ha! You and I feel like living a certain phase.

In the midst of furies bound onto us
Aren`t we helpless for along time dear ones? .
Then will flash the beams of this candle,
Blow the wind of the smile and echo the word.

Somewhere there lives a hope unknown to all
A dream begins to embrace our skulls
A sigh of relief is let out of our noses.
We may begin to wake up for ever?

M.D DINESH NAIR

poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Candle Of Hope

I light this candle of hope
For the people in Mindanao
Particularly in Maguindanao
A southern part in our country, the Philippines.

I light this candle of hope
For the weeping child, for the abused
For the weak women, tortured and some buried alive

I light this candle of hope
For the widows, widowers, orphans
for the mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers.

This Christmas, I know it will be very hard
To celebrate Christmas with joy in your heart
It is not easy to lose a loved one.

Your tears will be gone, in His time
Your broken heart will be whole
Just keep that faith inside in each one of you
And keep this candle of hope burning..burning

Note: Please light your Candle of Hope too for them.
In your own little way, you have helped them lighten their load.
Thank you and God bless

poem by Meggie Gultiano
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The Flickering Flame of Life

As dusk was creeping in, one winter’s evening,
I lit a candle to add to the peaceful ambiance.
Sitting, with my coffee on the table by my side
the flickering flame soon had me entranced.

I began to compare my life to a new candle,
remembering that I used to be proud and tall.
Like a candle I just got on with my business
working and playing without fuss at all.

With the flickering flame I also had parity,
when new it burned small but bright,
but as it grew it became more illuminating,
and at its peak it danced all night.

Throughout life I shed tears as did the candle,
also aged, as it flickered the hours away.
Sadly I know when its light flickers no more,
my breath will similarly cease at the end of my days.

poem by Orlando Belo
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Too Daring

If I burn the candle at both ends
and don't extinguish the flame
will I only fool myself into thinking
that things will stay the same?
Things can never remain forever
when you play with fire.
But ah! , the pleasure while the candle's burning
is all that I desire.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Sonnet: Life’s Candle Flame

Our life is like a candle-wick aflame,
Whose glowing brightness drives darkness away,
And keeps on burning though a fierce Wind came,
To sputter, spew forth smoke, all night ‘til day.

A blowing Gale can make us burn too fast;
The wind can put the flame off premature;
Both wick and wax must synchronously last;
Our teacher best is dear Mother Nature.

How long each candle lasts? No one can tell;
How bright the flame can be? Depends on us;
Yet, some waste wick and wax to burn like hell!
God expects us to burn steady sans fuss.

A candle ought to light the world that’s dark;
Yet, burn with steadiness without a spark!

5-18-2002 by Dr John Celes

poem by John Celes
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Candle Of Hope

In incandescing moods,
we fly on silver wings
around a blue tinted moon
igniting failing stars
with a candle of hope.
Our wings of silver
sparkle in the sun
as we sail in a cosmic smile
looking down on frailing things
touching them with the gentle flame
from our candle of hope.
Rejuvenating all of whom
touch the candle flame,
awakening their inner light
so it will shine bright again.

10 October 2009

poem by David Harris
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