It's Not That Hard
Just simply smiling
Can brighten someone's day,
Just like lighting a candle
Brightens a dark room.
poem by Macy Dvirnak
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A Tiny Spark
A tiny spark of your kindness
Will make a difference
To this world of confusion, hatred, fear and pride
You look with love in your eyes for others
When their tides of life run against them
And their spirit is downcast and low
Each time you do an act of kindness
God smiles and blesses you
For in serving those troubled heart
You serve and pleases HIM too
The tiny spark of love and concern you gave
To the empty, the unloved and the afflicted
Will make a difference
To those who needs to be loved and cared for
The flawless melody coming from your heart
Brightens up a dreary day that dawned dismally
The joy and happiness you give away
Returns to shine on you everyday
The heaven above have seen you
An undivided faith and mission surrounds you
A tiny spark of your one little candle
Would very soon eclipse
The evening star of this dark world
Lightens up everybody’s corner where they are
Let us light that candle again
Just one little candle, one tiny spark
Lighting at the end of a dark tunnel
And when the final curtain falls
We can tell to ourselves
It’s been a wonderful journey…
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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6th Nonsense
The room is dark, I die.
Like painting the wind, it's impossible.
If oranges were gray we might call them 'Grays'
That would be groovy.
The room is dark, I die.
The room is dark, I die.
If there's rain in Spain would it make it to Maine?
I don't think so.
Everything's Zen?
I don't think so.
The room is dark I die.
The room is dark, I die.
I want to drift through lavender fields like honey on a cotton ball.
Dig it.
But the high-talking motorcross bandits won't let me.
The sorrow.
The room is dark, I die.
The room is dark, I die.
But if I were in Punjab I never would have seen the quartet.
If only quartets had 7 people.
That's alright because bunsen burners don't cost much.
The room is dark, I die.
The room is dark, I die.
That's my favorite Bible verse.
I think it's in Lushiticus, or Nueteronomy.
The hail storms don't mean anything when you're a unicorn anyway.
The room is dark, I die.
poem by Sledge Hammer
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Lighting one candle
Lighting one candle
with another candle--
spring evening.
Translated by Robert Hass
poem by Yosa Buson
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lighting one candle
with another candle
an evening of spring
A candle loses nothing by lighting another candle.
quote by James Keller
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A candle loses nothing by lighting another candle.
Cold Dark..
I sit alone
In this cold dark room
No windows no doors
Just icy cold air
I live alone
In this cold dark room
No family no friends
Just loneliness to share
I stay alone
In this cold dark room
No voices no sounds
Just nobody to care
I probe alone
In this cold dark room
In my mind in my world
Just a room filled with despair
I roam alone
In this cold dark room
No way in no way out
Just a worn but rigid snare
I rust alone
In this cold dark room
Not because there is no other way
Just because its easier that way....
poem by Deep Dark Soul Poet
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I sit alone...
I sit alone
In this cold dark room
No windows no doors
Just icy cold air
I live alone
In this cold dark room
No family no friends
Just loneliness to share
I stay alone
In this cold dark room
No voices no sounds
Just nobody to care
I probe alone
In this cold dark room
In my mind in my world
Just a room filled with despair
I roam alone
In this cold dark room
No way in no way out
Just a worn but rigid snare
I rust alone
In this cold dark room
Not because there is no other way
Just because its easier that way....
poem by Deep Dark Soul Poet
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A Part Of Kunwari
when someone dies
like Lady Diane
i try to imitate that gay guy
blowing a candle in the dark
instead of lighting it
and i will oblige myself with
a very sad song
that a part of my kunwari
died
but honestly, i am not
affected at all
i am an island that
everyone has not yet found.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Let each of us light a candle against terror
Let each of us light a candle
On the evening of 26 November
Against terror
That burnt Mumbai
The same day last year
And had been a threat to
The very human race
For decades now
While earlier terror attacks
Were just strikes
The 26th November Mumbai episode
Was indeed a war and battle
War of fanaticism on innocence
War of rage on democratic thinking
War of so called faith on peace
Will lighting a candle
Wipe off the terror
Equipped with bullets, rockets and grenades
Yes, it will
As your lighting a candle
Is going to bring destructive mind blocks
To the glowing brilliance
Of wisdom
And make such terror drawn minds
Realize that the
Ultimate winner is
Human love and kindness
Your lighting a candle
Sends a message to terror
That it is an error
On their part to think
That terror will only rule the world
But the fact is
What rules and unites the world
Why the world only, the entire universe is
Human love and kindness
Let the number of candles lit
Be as many as
The number of people living on this earth
And elsewhere in other planets
Let that number outnumber
The total number of fatal weapons
Held by our terrorist friends
(I do not want them to be branded as foes)
And any others in the world
Let your lighting
Unite not only the peace loving people
But also bring into our loving fold
The terrorists with a changed mindset
Longing for peaceful co-existence
Of the entire human race
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Cold Dark Room
i sit alone
in this cold dark room
no windows
no doors
icy cold air
i sit alone
in this cold dark room
i live alone
in this cold dark room
no family
no friends
no life to share
i live alone
in this cold dark room
i stay alone
in this cold dark room
no voices
no sounds
no one does care
i stay alone
in this cold dark room
i sit alone
in this cold dark room
no way out
no way in
but i dont care
i sit alone
in this cold dark room
i live alone
in this cold dark room
in my mind
in my world
i dont want to share
i stay alone
in this cold dark room
i stay alone
in this cold dark room
because
it's easier that way
poem by Austin Beyer
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My Dark Room
Time has ended so I lay
The end to a very painful day
I lay silent with nothing to say
Here in my dark room
With eyes open I can hardly see
Staring at the ceiling thinking of me
Wondering in the future what I will be
Here in my dark room
Will I still have my dark room
The place where there is peace
Or will I feel deceased
In a new dark room
But maybe when the night turns to shine
I won’t feel so but feel fine
Until night when I come back and whine
Here is my dark room
Now it is late I can’t see no more
My arm falls and drops to the floor
The liquid dreams in my head start to pour
Here is my dark room
poem by Paul Celano
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Night Ride
Night Ride
The sun lights only to trail dark
Like this car lighting to trail dark
Along its night ride
I turn back to count the gone days
I've lived so far in breathed lighting
Just to find nothing
Dark and dark alone, nothing else
I doubt I lived atall ever
Mired mind tired musing
Bends and turns hit the journey on
Trailing still the car dark behind
Sealed with odds and ends
I gaze at the forerunning light
Waiting for the heavenly arc
To sweep it away
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Candle Hat
In most self-portraits it is the face that dominates:
Cezanne is a pair of eyes swimming in brushstrokes,
Van Gogh stares out of a halo of swirling darkness,
Rembrant looks relieved as if he were taking a breather
from painting The Blinding of Sampson.
But in this one Goya stands well back from the mirror
and is seen posed in the clutter of his studio
addressing a canvas tilted back on a tall easel.
He appears to be smiling out at us as if he knew
we would be amused by the extraordinary hat on his head
which is fitted around the brim with candle holders,
a device that allowed him to work into the night.
You can only wonder what it would be like
to be wearing such a chandelier on your head
as if you were a walking dining room or concert hall.
But once you see this hat there is no need to read
any biography of Goya or to memorize his dates.
To understand Goya you only have to imagine him
lighting the candles one by one, then placing
the hat on his head, ready for a night of work.
Imagine him surprising his wife with his new invention,
the laughing like a birthday cake when she saw the glow.
Imagine him flickering through the rooms of his house
with all the shadows flying across the walls.
Imagine a lost traveler knocking on his door
one dark night in the hill country of Spain.
"Come in, " he would say, "I was just painting myself,"
as he stood in the doorway holding up the wand of a brush,
illuminated in the blaze of his famous candle hat.
poem by Billy Collins
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Cold Dark Room
i sit alone
in this cold dark room
no windows
no doors
icy cold air
i sit alone
in this cold dark room
i live alone
in this cold dark room
no family
no friends
no life to share
i live alone
in this cold dark room
i stay alone
in this cold dark room
no voices
no sounds
no one does care
i stay alone
in this cold dark room
i sit alone
in this cold dark room
no way out
no way in
but i dont care
i sit alone
in this cold dark room
i live alone
in this cold dark room
in my mind
in my world
i dont want to share
i stay alone
in this cold dark room
i stay alone
in this cold dark room
because
it's easier that way
poem by Sandy Nobody
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The Ghost
The yawning creak of the door
as ivy branches tap the windowpane,
dancing shadows from the candle
caught in a draught from beneath the door.
I sit in what is reputed to be a very haunted room
waiting to see a ghost no one has ever seen.
They’ve only heard the wailing
in the middle of the night.
Therefore, I’m sitting here
my imagination wanting to play tricks
on me as darkness falls.
I’ve come to help this lost wailing spirit
that seems bound to this room
and to help release it
into the heavenly light,
also to find its secret
why it is bound to this room.
The town clock chimes midnight.
I wait, but nothing happens.
Maybe the lost wailing spirit
has taken the night off.
A voice sounded from the gloom.
“Excuse me, are you still up? ”
I looked around
and there by the doorway
stood a tall dark figure there.
“Yes, how can I help you? ”
“Please put out the candle
as it is keeping me awake.”
“But this room is haunted
and I’m waiting to see the ghost.”
Then came, a hearty chuckle
from the dark figure.
“So they got you at as well.
Turn out the candle
and get good nights sleep.
There is no ghost here.
Who on earth told you that.
Whoever it was
just tell them Smiler told you so.”
The next morning
after one of the best sleeps,
I have ever had.
I told the proprietor who had invited me.
They laughed when I told them
that Smiler had told me so.
When they stopped laughing
they said. “Smiler is the ghost
we were telling you about.”
poem by David Harris
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The Lighting Fairy
The lighting fairy,
she’s full of
lighting...
You might want to
stand back..
When she throws
lighting bolts.
That’s only when
she’s angry....
The other times...
She will give you
a hug or....
A chocolate kiss...
She is the lighting
fairy...
Of them ALL!
poem by Lisa Parks
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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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As long as you live keep smiling because it brightens everybody's day.
quote by Vin Scully
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My Hero The Candle
I was told to draw my hero
something to fight away the bad
while kids drew weapons, superheros, hope
i drew a candle instead
An amazing ally my candle was
archnemesis it burnt
blinding enemies with light
Pointless, but I was hurt
It burned bright in my darkest hours
my little waxy friend
it brought light into unknown corners
onto doubt it would decend
Through the dark my candle led
Sheding light on all my fears
My hope once frozen now flies free
For one and all to hear
'why this hero? ' you may ask
why simply, its a fact
I'd rather face my fears you see,
then try to push them back
poem by Eddie Eidde
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