A Night of Grace
Evening casts early shadows in December.
As dusk falls heart is filled with longing,
I have an appointment, I suddenly remember…
Quickly I put on my coat and stockings.
Stepping out gingerly in the still and chilly night
To meet my celestial kin, for an animated conversation…
Soon, my face is bathed with full Moon’s silver light
And the sky, colour of grey pearl fills me with exaltation…
A light breeze comes carrying a heady fragrance,
I spot Raat ki Raani with its pale green flowers,
Presiding with its crowning glory, emitting its essence
Intoxicated, I slowdown my pace and linger for an hour…
Smiling to myself, of my own volition I return home,
Wistfully selecting logs to put in the fireplace,
Extend my arms to warm my hands, now numb with cold
Stealthily, you come and hold me in a warm embrace….
Raat ki Raani is a small bush which only flowers at night and has an intoxicating fragrance. its literal translation is queen of the night
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Single Candle Light
The warm glow of a single candle flame
beckons a weary stranger there
to the bosom of a warm fire in
from the nighttime's cold.
A warm caring heart keeps the candle lit
to welcome back their love
from their long and lonely trek.
Each night they light the candle,
and sit waiting all alone,
hoping one night their love,
will glance on it
and return to their loving home.
The warm stretching finger
prods the darkness every night,
as it can be seen from miles away
across the empty prairie,
as they sit alone each night
by the warm fair light.
Hoping that their love will see its warm glow
and return to it and come home tonight
from their long and weary trek.
For years, the candle was lit,
but sadly, it shines no more.
Love broke the lonely heart
when they never came home.
Now all you can hear is a lonesome whistle
when the wind blows cold at night.
It has replaced that warm glow
of that single candle light.
poem by David Harris
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When the Sun hide to shine
early morning, of the 13th month of November, the roar
of the sea wake me up, and the gloomy sunny day, hit my
darkness sight, as the moist of the forest dried my sweat
hides in the shadow of the wonder of the sun
fears and surprises meet everyone in the road, wondered
and lighted its candle in the home as it stood, all have
something to say but nobody want to listen, i want to cry,
yet everybody is busy, until i came to my senses and make
my own way
walking in the dark, while my eye can't see, holding my
breathe though the oxygen is free, numb my feet including
my heart, stepping in the soil where my feet tremble in the
freezing night, pushing my luck in every time, i take my
nap
fear holds me to hide in the golden cave i crawl, swimming
like fish in the warm dirty and muddy poll, where i can warm
my freezing body, the cool never last for to long, when i meet
the sun in the full moon dawn, near the diamond bowl he
sleep with me with dignity, friendship molded us to talk in the
shadow of the night, until i wake him up to see the day
friends come and go, never they return and sway your way,
turn their back and guide your way if anything you want to say;
as the sun ray its brilliant light and turning each day right, the
sun hide at the end of the twilight night and comes the
moonlight night
now let's welcome the sun as it bright its light, hiding the cool
shadow beneath the glow, blow the shinning moon, leaving our
heart the pain depart, friendship hold till it spark
'hide let not the sun rays, moonlight night take it rest …
…..friendship make the best “
poem by Antonio Liao
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A Soul Stirring Morning
Gingerly stepping out nicely wrapped, inhaled
Shivering watched the hot vapours as I exhaled,
Swallowed by the icy breeze that tingled my face,
Carrying with it the invigorating heady fragrance,
Of dainty whitish pink cherry blossoms
My gaze rests on daffodils and tulips—awesome:
One pale yellow and the other inviting attention,
With its vibrant colours, coming out of hibernation.
The Dal Lake is enveloped in fog and solitude.
Villagers, in Pherens are picking logs with fortitude.
The Sun is smiling taking in the whole scene,
Birds are having a sunbath perched atop the trees.
Hill tops some dark and some lit up with sunshine
Silent witness to the morning coming out alive.
It’s kind of slushy, as my feet sink in the melting snow
I raise a toast to spring, and watch winter make a graceful bow.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Evening Ramble
As evening shadows fall
And stars begin to shine
We walk hand in hand
Under a moon that’s divine
The creatures of the night
Scamper to and fro
They will stop for a moment
As their eyes reflect the light
We walk through a wonderland
On our ramble as we go
Our hearts beat as one
In the stillness, don’t you know
Here on a warm summer night
Its not only the stars that shine bright
Flowers fill the air
With a fragrant perfume
And love is everywhere
It fills the heart with peace and joy
For every man, woman, girl and boy
(10 April 2007)
poem by David Harris
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Sweet Summer's Dance
A dance upon the woodland green,
moon spinning with delight.
Wind aglow with moonbeam's ray
spreads far into eboned night.
Twirling ~ is sweet summer's dance
beneath the yearning moon.
Smiling down upon the face
of memory's rendered tune.
Stepping quickly ~ two- step now,
a waltzing hillside breeze
across the greening meadow ~
dancing softly through the trees.
Smiling moon ~ now breathes its sigh
upon sweet summer's dance.
Alive and luring ~ summer sweet ~
attracting moon's long glance.
'Round and 'round with rhythmic beat,
afire ~ with earthly charm,
summer blossoms with each step
beneath the moonbeams warm.
~~**~~**~~
Alas ~
Dark sky,
On horizon it falls.
Moon cries, as night ends much too soon.
Summer's dance now sends its sweet kiss.
~ Hypnotizing the man in the moon. ~
poem by Hazelmarie Elliott
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Thunder In The Garden
When the boughs of the garden hang heavy with rain
And the blackbird reneweth his song,
And the thunder departing yet rolleth again,
I remember the ending of wrong.
When the day that was dusk while his death was aloof
Is ending wide-gleaming and strange
For the clearness of all things beneath the world’s roof,
I call back the wild chance and the change.
For once we twain sat through the hot afternoon
While the rain held aloof for a while,
Till she, the soft-clad, for the glory of June
Changed all with the change of her smile.
For her smile was of longing, no longer of glee,
And her fingers, entwined with mine own,
With caresses unquiet sought kindness of me
For the gift that I never had known.
Then down rushed the rain, and the voice of the thunder
Smote dumb all the sound of the street,
And I to myself was grown nought but a wonder,
As she leaned down my kisses to meet.
That she craved for my lips that had craved her so often,
And the hand that had trembled to touch,
That the tears filled her eyes I had hoped not to soften
In this world was a marvel too much.
It was dusk ’mid the thunder, dusk e’en as the night,
When first brake out our love like the storm,
But no night-hour was it, and back came the light
While our hands with each other were warm.
And her smile killed with kisses, came back as at first
As she rose up and led me along,
And out to the garden, where nought was athirst,
And the blackbird renewing his song.
Earth’s fragrance went with her, as in the wet grass,
Her feet little hidden were set;
She bent down her head, ’neath the roses to pass,
And her arm with the lily was wet.
In the garden we wandered while day waned apace
And the thunder was dying aloof;
Till the moon o’er the minster-wall lifted his face,
And grey gleamed out the lead of the roof.
Then we turned from the blossoms, and cold were they grown:
In the trees the wind westering moved;
Till over the threshold back fluttered her gown,
And in the dark house was I loved.
poem by William Morris
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After Prayers, Lie Cold
Arise my body, my small body, we have striven
Enough, and He is merciful; we are forgiven.
Arise small body, puppet-like and pale, and go,
White as the bed-clothes into bed, and cold as snow,
Undress with small, cold fingers and put out the light,
And be alone, hush'd mortal, in the sacred night,
-A meadow whipt flat with the rain, a cup
Emptied and clean, a garment washed and folded up,
Faded in colour, thinned almost to raggedness
By dirt and by the washing of that dirtiness.
Be not too quickly warm again. Lie cold; consent
To weariness' and pardon's watery element.
Drink up the bitter water, breathe the chilly death;
Soon enough comes the riot of our blood and breath.
poem by Clive Staples Lewis
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The Night I Could Have Danced With My Knight
2004, eleventh of December...
A bittersweet thought that I will always remember
Sweeter I gathered, my long wait was finally over
Bitter was the outcome, now...my heart in deep slumber
The yuletide scents were all up in the air
Its soothing cold breeze prepared my warm embrace
A red carpet welcome to the stairway of paradise
As I imagined the night I could have danced with my knight
Waiting was tiring and I was so, so disappointed
Nowhere to hold now the promise that has forgotten
A beautiful night my knight stood me up
Breaking my heart...forever etched in my mind
The candles have melted and its light grew dim
The bed was so cold and the dance floor gone empty
As the piano played a ballad of a melody out of pitch
Just how I cried loud my heart for my poems unnoticed
What tomorrow holds, I dont have a clue
The shadows of my smile are shaded black and blue
In the still of the night, I still wait for my knight
Will you just be a dream? or forever out of sight?
poem by Cynthia Aluning
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A Poem of Night and Fall
I thank you for the moon at night
and also for the stars that shine
and basking in it heavenly light
I wish the universe were mine
A midnight breeze
tosses my hair
and blows the leaves
of hidden trees
into fall air
a silver light
shines on the grass
a rabbits flight
then safe at last
at home tonight
a silver silence
speaks its presence
to the world
and in the fading, evening light
the dew drifts down
behold, the night
We see the shadows running past
and in the corners of our minds
we count the summer days till last
and the beginning is falls time
the scarlet leaves are mine
poem by Elizabeth Shield
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In silence You speak! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Slipped into bed and began to review,
The year that had gone, with a distant view.
Sky, a shade of grey pearls, on full moon night.
On last day and hour of year, ah, so bright.
As clock struck twelve, and crackers erupt.
Revellers cheered and sang, ushered in first.
Watching the sky show from my windowpane
Was filled with delight, touched by song’s soft strains.
Became oblivious to outside din.
And conversed with my celestial kin.
I can’t miss my appointment with night.
Just can’t retire early try as I might.
The night and quiet serenade and revive
Body and spirit, wake up feeling alive.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Oh, How I Love Late Summer Eve
Oh, how I love late summer eve
When rays of light rush pouring from the gore golden West
And the balmy night wind comes tranquil into rest
The silver cloud in the moon sheen has been long on its way to leave
All mal thoughts and fears take a sweet pause and calm retrieve
No more little gnawing cares, but find with easy quest
The night music, the fragrant bush, the silhouette of flowers with Nature's beauty dressed
And there comes delight my innocent craving a miracle soul to deceive
That is the time when my heart is warm in ecstatic lore
Musing about the beauty of the haze under summer night
Oh, adventurous creatures of the night rise to take your dinted shields
And I see the beauty of the glory the wild summer night yields
Sonnet Of Motherhood X
I walked among the flowers that bend their heads
Low to the earth and back again to light,
Hearing them prattle of their blue and white—
Violet and jasmine in the bordered beds.
They whispered them of every wing that weds
388ഊFragrance to fragrance in the dusky night;
And, seeing them, I knew another sight,
And saw them bowing where all Beauty spreads.
I touched each petal with the sunbeams flaked—
Roses and pansies of the early morn,
Lilies that lilted of the moon’s light grace,
And left them hushed when all my joy was slaked;
For in the garden of my soul, God-born,
Each flower made beauty for my child’s soft face.
poem by Zora Bernice May Cross
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Sleeping on a Night of Autumn Rain
Cold cold 3rd autumn night
Peaceful leisure one old man
Lie late lamp go out after
Sleep beautiful rain sound in
Ash long warm bottle fire
Fragrance increase warm quilt cover
Sawn clear cold not rise
Frost leaf full level red
It's cold this night in autumn's third month,
Peacefully within, a lone old man.
He lies down late, the lamp already gone out,
And beautifully sleeps amid the sound of rain.
The ash inside the vessel still warm from the fire,
Its fragrance increases the warmth of quilt and covers.
When dawn comes, clear and cold, he does not rise,
The red frosted leaves cover the steps.
Night Secrets
Night Secrets…
No more my aching heart
As you sleep silent in my breast
Awakening in the night
I await your sweet caress
My aching, barren arms in vain
So many times I've wept
At night upon my pillow
While in my bed I slept
Night secrets in the darkness
Like dark, murky shadows
That linger in the night
The rain softly whispers
Through the wind and trees
Carrying my secrets
To the moon shining bright
Secrets kept deep within my heart
They whisper in the night
No one else may listen
There's no one else in sight
They echo through the evening
Those things I cannot share
My secrets whispering in the darkness
Like a breeze fluttering through air
Until then…
I'll wait my love
For your soft, caressing touch
With the stars softly glowing
Through the window in my room
I lie quietly in my bed
With the shadows of the night
Whispers flow in the breeze
Sending them gently to the moon
Until then…
I'll wait til you come again
When I can softly whisper in your ear
Those secrets that I carry
Sharing secrets...
With the one I love so dear
Until then I'll wait...
For my heart belongs to only you
poem by ANNE P LadeeAnne MURRAY
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Just One Night
just one night
just one mountain to climb
to reach
the apex where i can touch a
handful of stars
with my warm hands
not adding
any light even
to the fire of your sun
just one man
to touch you
just one night
just one surrendering
of massive light
at peace with the full moon
where no one
minds us
just one night
full of love
one single explosion
where i
like you
can be another sun
again
fusing to your
light
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love To Keep You Warm
If you want love,
You gotta be cool
And if you deny it,
Then baby youre a fool.
Im telling you now,
Dont you hide it away.
Because you need to keep you warm both night and day.
I could come home
Late at night
And after some loving,
Baby, it would be alright.
Ive given up trying
Lying my way.
Because you need love to keep you warm both night and day,
You gotta have love to keep you warm both night and day.
I said baby, if you need my love
You better come home with me.
Maybe if you want my love,
You know you got it easily.
But, when the sun goes down
And the night is cold,
You know I wont be far away.
Because you need love to keep you warm both night and day,
You gotta have love to keep you warm both night and day.
You gotta have love.
(solo)
If you want schooling baby
Ill be around,
Im ready for fooling
But, dont hang around.
And every morning I know I will say.
Because you need love to keep you warm both night and day,
You gotta have love to keep you warm both night and day.
I said baby, if you need my love
You better come home with me.
Maybe if you want my love,
You know you got it easily.
But, when the sun goes down
And the night is cold,
You know I wont be far away.
Because you need love to keep you warm both night and day,
You gotta have love to keep you warm both night and day,
You gotta have love to keep you warm both night and day,
I said you need love to keep you warm both night and day.
song performed by by Whitesnake
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Early Works - The Night
I lay on my bed on a sleepless night
gaze out my window at the stars bright.
The moon now and then gets hazy
as across the sky clouds drift lazily.
The night is cooled by a gentle breeze
that seems to whisper as if ruffles the leaves
and all creatures large and small
into sleep tenderly fall.
The night is peaceful as sounds subside
and stars now and then behind clouds hide.
The wise old owl perches high at night
gazing down to see if everything is all right.
As along paths trodden many times before
descend the cooing lovers once more
to their own private paradise
rich in tranquillity.
The flowers that in the breeze did bend
close their petals to the night again
and the little birds that flew in the morn
nestle in their nest warm.
Sleep endures all
no matter whether large or small
and so must I do this night
until I’m called by the morning light.
Date unknown.
poem by David Harris
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I Am From Heidelberg With Its Sugar Bush Hillocks
I am from Heidelberg with its sugar bush hillocks
and cannot remove the memories
from childhood days from my thoughts;
still I see open protea flowers waiting on bees,
with their smell that lingers in the air,
and I am caught by aloes
that fills the hillocks with their orange-red colour,
and in the late afternoons I find the shadows that the hillocks throw
and when the jacarandas in the city bloom,
when the garden in my yard is full of flowers,
when I find comfort at the fireplace in winter
then my thoughts keep going back
and even when my darling looks great-eyed at me
(whom I adore with my heart and soul)
and my friends that visit constantly
I cannot remove the city which is always crowding into life
and although our house of stone and brick
exists as if it will remain eternally,
where it's bordered by palisades like a fortress,
protected by electric wires
when the city's end suddenly comes,
when by man destruction
or a nuclear accident suddenly occurs
I will return to Heidelberg with its sugar bush hillocks.
poem by Gert Strydom
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A Child Remembers His Mother's Death...
She passed one full moon night...
Don't ask me the day...when it was...
Long from now...
A vague remembrance...of charcoal burning...burning slow anxious pain...
It was one full moon night...
When I had not slept...it was the first night before which, sleep had taken me in her warm feathers...
Where she fled from that night...
My eyes o’er the sleepless stars...
Sought her return...
The night when fear was known to me...
The greatest fears of all...
Fear of losing...
It was one full moon night...
Don't ask me the day
I had grown in a night...
My amuse...
She passed and I just looked...
And looked
Passed to where...
Know I not...
Full moon night ‘t was...
Like today...
Its consistent routines...
Slipped she to irregular tracks..
Past pale radiance
Pale radiance to shine o’er faint nostalgia...
(Woke from innocent carelessness...
To what...I amused... it was uncomfortable...awkward...just too bad to be real.)
poem by Lama Abbas
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Raat ki Raani (Night Queen)
Night-queen sparkled
Amidst fresh green leaves
Perfume in bunches!
Leaves hide
Behind bunches of flowers
Perfumed night!
Tiny petals
Five in numbers in
Perfect symmetry
and by morning
Some offered to earth
In gratitude for
Another day
The night queen
Sprayed an exotic perfume
Distinct from night's scent
The moon heady
With the night's scent
Slept satiated
But the sun glowed
And glowered helpless
In passion, unbound
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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