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She Shrieked Outside

She shrieks in broad daylight,
Opening her wounds, to the day.
My window seen in the wind is grand,
More than a plain sight of abundance.
We shriek collectively, like an animal of the grass,
To mixtures a care is made by the dozen, we just shriek.
A man is again in white light, black nights will perish
Due to the heat of the day’s sun, a strange flame of a film.
He will not occupy me, this masculine star, this microscopic orange,
Always awesome, bouncing in light of the stars.
He shrieked due to blindness, answering my suggestion
Made by my son and daughter, in the house, in there.

poem by Naveed Akram
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One Home

Mine was a Midwest home—you can keep your world.
Plain black hats rode the thoughts that made our code.
We sang hymns in the house; the roof was near God.

The light bulb that hung in the pantry made a wan light,
but we could read by it the names of preserves—
outside, the buffalo grass, and the wind in the night.

A wildcat sprang at Grandpa on the Fourth of July
when he was cutting plum bushes for fuel,
before Indians pulled the West over the edge of the sky.

To anyone who looked at us we said, “My friend”;
liking the cut of a thought, we could say “Hello.”
(But plain black hats rode the thoughts that made our code.)

The sun was over our town; it was like a blade.
Kicking cottonwood leaves we ran toward storms.
Wherever we looked the land would hold us up.

poem by William Stafford
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Young

A thousand doors ago
when I was a lonely kid
in a big house with four
garages and it was summer
as long as I could remember,
I lay on the lawn at night,
clover wrinkling over me,
the wise stars bedding over me,
my mother's window a funnel
of yellow heat running out,
my father's window, half shut,
an eye where sleepers pass,
and the boards of the house
were smooth and white as wax
and probably a million leaves
sailed on their strange stalks
as the crickets ticked together
and I, in my brand new body,
which was not a woman's yet,
told the stars my questions
and thought God could really see
the heat and the painted light,
elbows, knees, dreams, goodnight.

poem by Anne Sexton
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Light

Day and night
Is decided upon by light

Daylight is wondrous and bright
Darkness solely brings upon fright

Black and white
Is entirely lucid in light

The beauty of sight
Is valued broadest in light

Any form of fight
Must be done in light
Otherwise winning will be tight

In the absence of light
Hovering around will be our plight

We can't separate wrong from right
If we cannot see without the light

So light from the sun is fun
Essential for a battle to be won
As a fire ignites
Particles of dust reunite
The fiery orange light
Fends of the termites that bite

The candle or moonlight
Is always a special invite
Inspiring me to write
Spinning my imagination to great heights!

Light is good
Light is food
Light acts upon our moods
Light is a weapon
Light is a bundle of fun
Light of a lamp, of a candle or sun
I call for you to keep shining on!

Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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One Astronomer

I need the sky like a stage has been performed,
Stages of the astronomical man seem to resonate.
His accusation seems strange to humankind,
The stars of our love occupy and astonish,
We feel their fading and dying, opening our hearts,
Feeling us with half-drunkenness, such poverty and anger!
This Earth felt crazy when the ice age elapsed
Leaving our closets and cupboards with clothes.
We need no stars in the sky, we have something,
Our lives are made of the blood of humans whose intellect burgeons.
I need the daylight and twilight, I love them,
But we see the stages of an astronomer like me.

poem by Naveed Akram
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White Light, White Heat

(as heard on the ziggy farwell concert lp.)
White light - white light gonna drive me out of my brain
White light - white light gonna make me feel so insane
White heat - white heat shapin them down to my toes
White light - white lights got it now, goodness knows
White light - white light gonna drive me out of my mind
White light - white lights surely gonna make me blind
White heat - white heat shaping way down to my toes
White light - white light could kill me now, goodness knows
Oh, oh, white light
Oh, oh, white light
Oh, oh, white heat
Oh, oh, white heat
White light - white light gonna drive me out of my brain
White light - white light gonna make me feel so insane
White heat - white heat shapin them down to my toes
White light - white lights got it now, goodness knows
White light - white light gonna drive me out of my mind
White light - white lights surely gonna make me blind
White heat - white heat shaping way down to my toes
White light - white light could kill me now, goodness knows
Oh, oh, white light
Oh, oh, white light
Oh, oh, white heat
Oh, oh, white heat
Oh, oh, white light
Oh, oh, white light
Oh, oh, white heat
Oh, oh, white heat
White lights a-flashing
White light
Still feels right
Whats that sound, whats that sound
Dont turn on, be dead or alive
No feeling
Here she comes
Oww, yeah
(oh, oh, oh, oh) here she comes
(oh, oh, oh, oh)
(oh, oh, oh, oh)
(ah, ah, ah, ah)

song performed by by David Bowie
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Early Morning Poetry

a gray cat so gentle
sleeping beside my easy chair

soft wind enters the window
from the far mountain

the white silky curtains
by the window
sway to the direction of the wind

a red rose blooms on the side
of the limestone wall

horse grazing on the grassy plain
a white dog runs toward a wooden gate

a car stops on the yard near the veranda of this old house
a brother from far announces his arrival

hot coffee and pancakes on the table
fumes of white rice and smoke from the grilled fish

faint classical Mozart music plays on the cassette
light from the sun penetrating the screen of the dining window

a black and white family picture on top of the family piano
grandpa on his military uniform as mother carries father on her arms

memories flood the room and words keep creeping like worms
i want to say that there are no termites on this house but that would be a lie.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Dark Night

There is darkness everywhere,
the night is darker than black,
strange shadows loom on the wall,
as light flickers and flutters
on the oil lamp

The merciless wind is blowing hard,
harder than ever it was,
sharp like a sword,
piercing and reaming my raw wounds,
the flame on the lamp flutters violently
and then is blown off.
The wind smiles and then suddenly it is gone.

I light my lamp again.

poem by Dr Madhavi Grace
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Surrounded by light

Wow..its bright, but your star isn; t here
is this actually light my dear?
i can see the light on the walls
it is really there? but I'm the one who falls
I fall, and wonder how did I miss a step
in broad daylight I see I have become inept?
inept, at almost everything one can be inept with
is this really light?
could this assumption be right?
could my eyes be blinded and could i no longer have true sight?
could i be back in my glass prison locked and tight
how...who...can get me out?
there are two and only two
only tow take such a bout
and one of them is you...

poem by David Knox
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Evolution Orange

Maurice white, david foster & nan obyrne
Seeing
Seeing is believing
Its the greates feeling
Knowing in your heart
Just trust yourself
Look ahead
Feel the motion growing
Love is where its going
This is where our real journey starts
Down through the years
Throughout the stars
Ancient the dream
Future evolves
Shining light
Now in sight
Evolution orange
Wondrous flight
Now in sight
Evolution orange
Patience
The healer and the giver
Patience will deliver
Fire from the spark
Just trust yourself
Reach inside
Have no hesitation
Give no explanation
You know who you are
Down through the years
Throughout the stars
Ancient the dream
Future evolves
Shining light
Now in sight
Evolution orange
Wondrous flight
Now in sight
Evolution orange

song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Under The Sheet

What a terrible night! Does the Night, I wonder-
The Night, with her black veil down to her feet
Like an ordained nun, know what lies under
That awful, motionless, snow-white sheet?
The winds seem crazed, and, wildly howling,
Over the sad earth blindly go.
Do they and the dark clouds over them scowling,
Do they dream or know?

Why, here in the room, not a week or over-
Tho' it must be a week, not more than one-
(I cannot reckon of late or discover
When one day is ended or one begun),
But here in this room we were laughing lightly,
And glad was the measure our two hearts beat;
And the royal face that was smiling so brightly
Lies under that sheet.

I know not why-it is strange and fearful,
But I am afraid of her, lying there;
She who was always so gay and cheerful,
Lying so still with that stony stare:
She who was so like some grand sultana,
Fond of color and glow and heat,
To lie there clothed in that awful manner
In a stark white sheet.

She who was made out of summer blisses,
Tropical, beautiful, gracious, fair,
To lie and stare at my fondest kisses-
God! no wonder it whitens my hair.
Shriek, oh, wind! for the world is lonely;
Trail cloud-veil to the nun Night's feet.
For all that I prized in life is only
A shape and a sheet.

poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Silly; Cats: Big Fat Cat Without A Hat

Outside my window a big cat sat,
a big, FAT, cat without any hat.
Its fur was white and really quite long.
Nights she would serenade me with a song.

Her song could get loud, almost scary,
almost like a huge monster, hairy.
It got so I had trouble sleepin',
and very late nights I was keepin'.

To quiet her I gave her some food,
but she got even louder with food. How rude!
I took her in, but never again!
My bed she made into a pigpen.

So I put her back out in the night;
with rain she was a pitiful sight.
Then one night along came a big black Tom.
They left like going off to a prom.

After two months of sweet peaceful sleep,
guess what through my window did peep.
The big fat cat tuning up for song,
with six black and white kittens tagging along.

poem by Bri Edwards
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Road and Hills

I shall go away
To the brown hills, the quiet ones,
The vast, the mountainous, the rolling,
Sun-fired and drowsy!

My horse snuffs delicately
At the strange wind;
He settles to a swinging trot; his hoofs tramp the dust.
The road winds, straightens,
Slashes a marsh,
Shoulders out a bridge,
Then --
Again the hills.
Unchanged, innumerable,
Bowing huge, round backs;
Holding secret, immense converse:
In gusty voices,
Fruitful, fecund, toiling
Like yoked black oxen.

The clouds pass like great, slow thoughts
And vanish
In the intense blue.

My horse lopes; the saddle creaks and sways.
A thousand glittering spears of sun slant from on high.
The immensity, the spaces,
Are like the spaces
Between star and star.

The hills sleep.
If I put my hand on one,
I would feel the vast heave of its breath.
I would start away before it awakened
And shook the world from its shoulders.
A cicada's cry deepens the hot silence.
The hills open
To show a slope of poppies,
Ardent, noble, heroic,
A flare, a great flame of orange;
Giving sleepy, brittle scent
That stings the lungs.
A creeping wind slips through them like a ferret; they bow and dance,
answering Beauty's voice . . .

The horse whinnies. I dismount
And tie him to the grey worn fence.
I set myself against the javelins of grass and sun;
And climb the rounded breast,
That flows like a sea-wave.
The summit crackles with heat, there is no shelter, no hollow from
the flagellating glare.

I lie down and look at the sky, shading my eyes.
My body becomes strange, the sun takes it and changes it, it does not feel,
it is like the body of another.
The air blazes. The air is diamond.
Small noises move among the grass . . .

Blackly,
A hawk mounts, mounts in the inane
Seeking the star-road,
Seeking the end . . .
But there is no end.

Here, in this light, there is no end. . .

poem by Stephen Vincent Benet
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No Star I Can See

There is no star,
Which I can see
From my window...
Boundless darkness
Is here in the
Chest of night.
The painted sky,
I saw in the daylight
Now is wiped away
As my last poem
I wrote but made
it vanish from
The page, because
It couldn't tell
The blank story,
Of my desolate
Life...no star
Still is visible
From this window..
Someone has spread
The melted pitch
On the road of my
Moped sky..I stare
And stare all night.
The caged breeze,
The starless sky
And night, none can share
My loneliness, I know
They are no living
Persons like me...
But, they can drown me
In complete void of
Sea of utter darkness.
One star can do this;
Only one star......
Thru my little window,
It's flickering light,
Can fill my dark room,
With its heavenly touch!

poem by Nilakshi Das
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Shattered windows, Colors of white

Across the street is a new house with a room painted red, with no holes of white.
Next to me, a house purple, with its color pealing off, with holes of black and white
At the end of the street, an old house once yellow, what now remains white.
The sound of a hammer building a house, entering a place with a color unknown.

On the street,
Windows covered with ice
Some shine with light.
Some broken
Some fixed
Some lost, out of sight.

A house, two blocks from here.
Shines with lights of yellow, red, and green everywhere.
A wall keeping the wind from blowing anywhere.
The house next door, at the dawn of the day.
Paints its room black, and peals the color away.

The wall crumbles.
The wind blows across the colors of yellow, red and green
Breaks all the windows.
Turns the yellow to blue, red to black, and green to white.

The house two blocks away.
Adds a line of yellow red and green everyday.
To allow the house of blue, black and white to shine for us some day.

poem by Linda ErikssonBique
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How hard for me, the splendor of this crown and robe

-- How hard for me, the splendor of this crown and robe,
amidst my shame --

-- In stony Troezen will be an infamous calamity,
the royal staircase will grow red with disgrace,
. . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . .
and for the mother in love,
the black sun will rise.

-- O, if hate would boil in my breast --
but see, the admission itself
has fallen from my lips.

-- Phedre burns in a black flame
in broad daylight.
The funeral torch fumes
in broad white daylight.
Dread your mother, Hippolytus:
Phedre -- night -- watche s over you
in broad white day.

-- I have stained the sun with black love . . .
Death from a bottle will cool my ardor --
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

-- We are afraid, we do not dare
relieve the king's grief.
Wounded by Theseus, night
fell upon him. But we,
with a funeral song bringing home the dead,
will pacify the black sun
of wild and sleepless passion.

poem by Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
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First Star I See

Shes the one Id like to meet,
The Girl from my First Star seen,
But the nights been full of clowds
to dark to see,
left blind no light for me,
a black sweater pull over the night sky
and Im not wishing anything.

Till She came along,
Star above now Star on earth,
Took my hand,
went for a ride,
and we just watched the world spin by,
like two diamonds in the sky.

the Heavens open wide,
and In the cold black sky,
Stars once more begin to rise,
Smiling, it seems upon my wish.

But I fear tonight I made
another wish, a prayer from my broken lips,
will the stars above reclaim
the one that seemed to fall toward me,
or can my silent protest keep,
that which be so dear to me,
will this gift, this chance persist,
or shall it fly, a comit on the winds,
a falling star seen not caught,
travling through this timeless void.

She's the one Id like to meet,
a wish that travels mindlessly,
never caring when it lands,
how long it stays, nor if it mends,
for likely she shall leave again,
Once more to be,
First Star i See...

poem by Evan Histed
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Waiting For The Man

White light goin' messin' up my mind.
Don't you know it's gonna make me go blind.
White heat, it trickles way down to my toes.
Have mercy white light have it goodness knows.
White light goin' messin' up my brain.
White light, it's gonna drive me insane.
White heat, it trickles way down to my toes.
White light, I said now, goodness knows.
Ooo, white light.
Ooo, white heat.
Ooo, white light.
Ooo, white heat.
White light moved in me through my brain
White light gonna make-a me go insane
White light, trickled down to my toes
White light, I said now, goodness knows.
White light it lightens up my eyes
Don't you know it fills me up with surprise
White heat trickles down to my toes
White light, I'll tell you now, goodness knows.

song performed by by Velvet Underground
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Nature Of Love. (From The Italian)

To noble heart Love doth for shelter fly,
As seeks the bird the forest's leafy shade;
Love was not felt till noble heart beat high,
Nor before love the noble heart was made.
Soon as the sun's broad flame
Was formed, so soon the clear light filled the air;
Yet was not till he came:
So love springs up in noble breasts, and there
Has its appointed space,
As heat in the bright flames finds its allotted place.
Kindles in noble heart the fire of love,
As hidden virtue in the precious stone:
This virtue comes not from the stars above,
Till round it the ennobling sun has shone;
But when his powerful blaze
Has drawn forth what was vile, the stars impart
Strange virtue in their rays;
And thus when Nature doth create the heart
Noble and pure and high,
Like virtue from the star, love comes from woman's eye.

poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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White Light/ White Heat

(reed)
White light goin messin up my mind.
Dont you know its gonna make me go blind.
White heat, it tickle me down to my toes.
Have mercy white light have it goodness knows.
White light goin messin up my brain.
White light, its gonna drive me insane.
White heat, it tickle me down to my toes.
White light, I said now, goodness knows.
Ooo, white light.
Ooo, white heat.
Ooo, white light.
Ooo, white heat.
White light moved in me through my brain
White light gonna make-a me go insane
White light, tickled down to my toes
White light, I said now, goodness knows.
White light it lightens up my eyes
Dont you know it fills me up with surprise
White heat tickle down to my toes
White light, Ill tell you now, goodness knows.

song performed by by Velvet Underground
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Star Above

A light source in the stages of the sky
Surprises us with esteem as never before.
This daylight manages esteem like before,
Much to the mind, many times wide.
Then muttering like birds is the sky
Opening us with plight to design.
A sunny day smacks our heads and hearts
To enlighten the souls we breath as we sway.
The star this time is a luminary of stars,
Finding me with heat, heartiness, and strength of fire.

poem by Naveed Akram
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