0086 The Radiance
a radiance.
sometimes you can almost see it.
those who see it
keep it to themselves or
take it for granted, as
a sort of birthright, though
sometimes, later perhaps, or
even too late for you to hear
or to themselves with regret as of a gift withdrawn
remember it and marvel
you yourself –
does it ever dazzle you, or
is it too soon followed, smothered,
with some guilt, a burden born and borne?
or for a moment, quiet at home,
dazzled, ecstatic, heart melted by that radiance?
you, sitting so still in the waiting room or
patiently standing
at the bus stop, in a crowded train,
radiance withdrawn, disguised
as no-one, anyone,
everyone;
mother
poem by Michael Shepherd
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A life is
Seek the radiance of God
To share tenderness of love,
Seek the radiance of love
To share feelings of fondness,
Seek the radiance of faith
To share compassion of peace,
Seek the radiance of Peace
To share the ultimate of passion
Seek the glowing path of passion
To discover a source for salvation;
Once you tread the ‘path of trust’
You are bound to experience
The real worth of what, "A Life Is".
poem by Dr. Ashok T Chakravarthy (November 2016)
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0119 You great ones
How is it, you great ones,
when I read your poems
whether with
too quick an enchantment
or, impatient again,
almost giving up
in the care to know exactly
what you mean
that you are in the room with me
watching as I read
listening as I read
without judgment
watching, listening,
with the sublime detachment
of the immortal
while I, have learned
not to fear your judgment
not to be concerned
but just to read
in the radiance, the radiance
of your presence
(for Hugh Cobb who reminded me)
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Secret
SHE passes in her beauty bright
Amongst the mean, amongst the gay,
And all are brighter for the sight,
And bless her as she goes her way.
And now a gleam of pity pours,
And now a spark of spirit flies,
Uncounted, from the unlock’d stores
Of her rich lips and precious eyes.
And all men look, and all men smile,
But no man looks on her as I:
They mark her for a little while,
But I will watch her till I die.
And if I wonder now and then
Why this so strange a thing should be—
That she be seen by wiser men
And only duly lov’d by me:
I only wait a little longer,
And watch her radiance in the room;
Here making light a little stronger,
And there obliterating gloom,
(Like one who, in a tangled way,
Watches the broken sun fall through,
Turning to gold the faded spray,
And making diamonds of dew).
Until at last, as my heart burns,
She gathers all her scatter’d light,
And undivided radiance turns
Upon me like a sea of light.
And then I know they see in part
That which God lets me worship whole:
He gives them glances of her heart,
But me, the sunshine of her soul.
poem by William Cosmo Monkhouse
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Love's Light: The Philosopher at the Window
The eyes, it's said, are windows of the soul;
and when I see your eyes so sparkling bright,
I see there beauty, truth and goodness; all
as one; the radiance of an inner light.
But I who, standing, gaze though windows here:
what does my own soul see by its own light?
Is what is seen, seen through dark glass, or clear?
Is others' radiance that of my own sight?
Strange fact: the outward play's less bright, less clear
than what I see to shine in others' eyes;
there seems less love in me, from me; less dear
the loving, than the love I see and prize!
These windows teach clear lessons to my soul:
first see my own self's light, to see the whole.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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So Quiet In Here
Foghorns blowing in the night
Salt sea air in the morning breeze
Driving cars all along the coastline
This must be what its all about
Oh this must be what its all about
This must be what paradise is like
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here
The warm look of radiance on your face
And your heart beating close to mine
And the evening fading in the candle glow
This must be what its all about
Oh this must be what its all about
This must be what paradise is like
So quiet in here. so peaceful in here
So quiet in here, yeah, so peaceful in here
All my struggling in the world
And so many dreams that dont come true
Step back, put it all away
It dont matter, it dont matter anymore
Oh this must be what paradise is like
This must be what paradise is like
Its so quiet in here, so peaceful in here
Its so quiet in here, so peaceful in here
A glass of wine with some friends
Talking into the wee hours of the dawn
Sit back and relax your mind
This must be, this must be, what its all about
This must be what paradise is like
Oh this must be what paradise is like
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here
Big ships out in the night
And were floating across the waves
Sailing for some other shore
Where we can be what we wanna be
Oh this must be what paradise is like
This must be what paradise is like
Baby its so quiet in here, so peaceful in here
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here
So quiet in here, you can hear, its so quiet
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Afterglows
goodnight
my expectant
love
will sleep
soon
in expectation
and
afterglows
of your thoughts
your mind
will swim
in my soul
sweet lady
I do see
I do know
sometimes
you are
afraid
to feel
and
your spirit
your soul
were meant
to sparkle
and glimmer
in radiance
sweet dreams
sleep in
radiance
warm waves
of peace
eternal
everlasting
as everlasting
as my love
that never dies
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I talk to my inner lover, and I say, why such rush?
I talk to my inner lover, and I say, why such rush?
We sense that there is some sort of spirit that loves
birds and animals and the ants—
perhaps the same one who gave a radiance to you
in your mother's womb.
Is it logical you would be walking around entirely
orphaned now?
The truth is you turned away yourself,
and decided to go into the dark alone.
Now you are tangled up in others, and have forgotten
what you once knew,
and that's why eveything you do has some weird
failure in it.
Winter Heavens
Sharp is the night, but stars with frost alive
Leap off the rim of earth across the dome.
It is a night to make the heavens our home
More than the nest whereto apace we strive.
Lengths down our road each fir-tree seems a hive,
In swarms outrushing from the golden comb.
They waken waves of thoughts that burst to foam:
The living throb in me, the dead revive.
Yon mantle clothes us: there, past mortal breath,
Life glistens on the river of the death.
It folds us, flesh and dust; and have we knelt,
Or never knelt, or eyed as kine the springs
Of radiance, the radiance enrings:
And this is the soul's haven to have felt.
poem by George Meredith
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Moment Of Death Made Decision
living the moment of decision
the moment of destiny
when it comes
was a moment
born upon past seeds
of precise focused resolution
choices made knowledge of self
turned upon patient
reflection reaped
loyalty to soul
soul which will not
be unfaithful to essence of self
soul which will cannot betray
own essential being
radiance
defiant
before still moment
moment of death made decision
precise moment of divinity destiny
upon our witness born
others may stand
Christian witness
offering up life for truth
suffering holy martyrdom crowned
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Love, whether newly born, or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, this it overflows upon the outward world.
quote by Nathaniel Hawthorne
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When friends stop being frank and useful to each other, the whole world loses some of its radiance.
quote by Anatole Broyard
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Turn Me On
Like a flower
Waiting to bloom
Like a lightbulb
In a dark room
I'm just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on
Like the desert waiting for the rain
Like a school kid waiting for the spring
Im just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on
My poor heart
It's been so dark
Since you've been gone
After all you're the one who turns me off
You're the only one who can turn me back on
My hi-fi is waiting for a new tune
My glass is waiting for some fresh ice cubes
I'm just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on
song performed by by Norah Jones
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Christmas Morning
I wake up every morning.
I sit waiting patiently like a little child.
Waiting excitedly.
I hear movement.
“Is she up yet? ”
My heart races.
I wait for you to walk out of your room.
The excitement builds.
You walk out of your room.
And I see you.
The gift has been opened.
Just what I always dreamed of.
A gift from God.
Then you smile.
It is the greatest Christmas morning ever!
So this morning,
I will wish you a Merry Christmas.
It may not be Christmas to you.
But it is for me everyday.
And I know God loves me.
Each and every time,
I see your face.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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A Lover's Answer, A Taxed Refrain After Madeleine Bridges
Yes, I had feared ere your hard head was known,
I do confess it, - ere my life seemed pressed
as is a lemon, dropp by precious drop.
But mark, Dear Sir, the forecast's not the crop,
but only hopes on human error spent.
I feel like hell, and now know what it meant
when marking down those profits which, unwon,
I sought below the line's lost horizon...
A Lover's Answer
Yes, I had feared ere your dear face was known.
I do confess it, - and my life seemed set
in tender radiance, as if moonlight shone.
But mark, sweetheart! ... the moon is not the sun.
'Tis but, and always, radiance that is lent!
I felt the spell, but knew it only meant
a reflex of the greater love, unwon,
waiting beneath my soul's dim horizon!
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The New-born Baby's Song
When I was twenty inches long,
I could not hear the thrush's song;
The radiance of the morning skies
Was most displeasing to my eyes.
For loving looks, caressing words,
I cared no more than sun or birds;
But I could bite my mother's breast,
And that made up for all the rest.
poem by Barry Cornwall
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The New-born Baby's Song
When I was twenty inches long,
I could not hear the thrush's song;
The radiance of the morning skies
Was most displeasing to my eyes.
For loving looks, caressing words,
I cared no more than sun or birds;
But I could bite my mother's breast,
And that made up for all the rest.
poem by Frances Darwin Cornford
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Greeted By Your Smile
Spent 43 straight hours
at airports on flights
traveling by day and night
thinking of a friend.
I’ll meet at journey’s end,
be in Istanbul by 2pm. Amen.
Like dew at break of dawn
my heart grows steadily warm
as I strive to slip free,
of this weariness I’ve borne.
All this and more worthwhile
when greeted by the radiance
of your smile.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Fragments - Lines 0425 - 0428
Not to be born is the best of all things for those who live on earth,
And not to gaze on the radiance of the keen-burning sun.
Once born, however, it is best to pass with all possible speed through Hades' gates
And to lie beneath a great heap of earth.
Why Aren't You
Why aren't you walking in the Sun,
To...
Beam your radiance.
And...
Transfer your energy,
To me.
Why...
Aren't you,
Walking in the Sun.
To...
Beam your radiance.
And...
Transfer your energy,
To me.
Why...
Aren't you,
Walking in the Sun.
To...
Beam your radiance.
And...
Transfer your energy to me.
Why...
Aren't you,
Walking in the Sun.
To...
Put some breeze in the heat.
To...
Put your scent in the air,
To supply it with your sweetness.
Why aren't you walking in the Sun,
To...
Beam your radiance.
And...
Transfer your energy,
To me.
Why...
Aren't you,
Walking in the Sun.
To...
Beam your radiance.
And...
Transfer your energy,
To me.
Why...
Aren't you,
Walking in the Sun.
To...
Put some breeze in heat.
To...
Put your scent in the air,
To supply it with your sweetness.
Why aren't you,
Walking in the rays of the Sun.
And why aren't you,
Getting to you what comes.
Why aren't you,
Walking in the rays of the Sun.
And why aren't you,
Getting to you what comes.
And why aren't you,
Walking in the rays of the Sun.
And why aren't you,
Walking in the rays of the Sun.
And why aren't you,
Getting to you what comes.
And why aren't you,
Getting to you what comes.
And why aren't you,
Walking in the rays of the Sun.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Name #1
At a party he was waiting
Looking kind of spooky and withdrawn
Like he could be underwater
The mighty mother with her hundred arms
Swept all aside
I hate to walk behind other people's ambition
I saw you waiting
Saint like
With your warning
Leave alone
You don't belong here
He got nervous
Started whistling
Every thought a ricochet
Did you notice?
Well i wondered
What's the worst thing i could say?
And i froze up and sighed
You remind me of someones daughter
I forgot her
I forgot her name ashamed
Go home and live with your pain
Leave alone
Leave alone 'cos you know you don't belong
You don't belong here
And when i go
Don't you follow
Leave alone
Leave alone 'cos you know you don't belong
You don't belong here
Slip out quiet
Nobody's looking
Leave alone
You don't belong here
song performed by by Elliott Smith
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