Shining Animals
A ship of animals constructs a sword for its weapon,
Yet we decide and constrict like bleeders;
The onset madly depicts adamant relics of pain,
Painting on sordid areas, our acre of fish is again.
The entire message demands blue waters
To be impaled by daggers of white,
The shining of stars scattered by the whole head,
Jutting out are star systems of planets, all read.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Shining Starr! !
shining star, shining star,
for how you shine so bright
your my wonderful delight.
shining star, shining star,
why is it you?
is is because i loved you to much?
too much i couldnt see.
shining star, shining star,
my heart is breaking,
i didnt have a clue what to do,
until the day come when i met you.
shining star, shining star,
i feel so used,
but why is this?
i have no clue.
shining star, shining star,
its not only you personality that shines to me,
its you insanity.
ohh shining star, shining star,
what am i going to do without you?
i need you in my life again,
to tell you its alright,
because i love you soo much,
its more than words could write,
now back to reality,
so time to go for now,
but i shall be back.. I MISS YOU! ! !
poem by Kirstiie Chapmann
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star
Star shining bright
so many stars wandering
through the dark night,
did you (do you) know
whichever star you are
there is still further
(you can go)
even further afar;
star shining bright
which one are you,
are you shining red
or silver or blue?
and (do you know?)
magnificent you are.
poem by David Taylor
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Star
Maurice white, eddie del barrio & allee willis
In the sky, shines a star, spaces,
Near and far, calling out, who you are
And smiling in the night.
Star light, star bright beam across the
Sky -- falling, calling can you tell me why --
Star light, star bright mighty light to see.
Shining, smiling down on you and me --
Star hides from the rain, it turns
Against the pain, fooling many in the game
While smiling in the night --
I can feel the dark, take the night,
Apart, but then, the stars come out
And lift my heart --
Believing, theres a star, for everyone
Makes it easier, to recall, that together
For the children of the world -- theres
A star smiling for us all
Star, shining high, cultivating my desire
Graceful in the sky
And smiling in the night
Chorus out
song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
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O Star!
o star, how i love you
o star, won't you love me too
o star, you say who am i and i say am i but we both know who we are
o star, just as you know me i know you
o star, won't you shine on me once again
o star, if it weren't for you i would dead
o star, go back to your head
o star, deliver to her my secret message love
o star, fly true and fly fast as a dove
o star, be there with her and tell her i want to be there with her
o star, please deliver this message lest i choke on life
o star, i will now fill
o star, fill you with my secret love message so that i may not kill
o star, kill myself out of agony
o star, please let no one know this message but my sweet
o star, pass on the message to only her lest i die of heat
o star, be true
o star, on your path to deliver my love do not go askew
o star, find the one love find her o star find her and tell
o star, . tell my angel that i love her
poem by David Knox
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The Space Doctors
The doctors on board scrabble forward in the corridors,
Ahead of those who struggle, those enlightening few
That are abhorrent and blue in pain, never in blithe moods
But forsaking the doctors of the star ship, damaging themselves,
Falling into the mysterious planet with their thoughts and brain.
The way back to the ocean of black space is dangerous,
Full of courage is the doctor who steers you in the right direction.
If the stars were to huddle, their white light staggering and alarming,
Like storms of matter and light,
The weird world of doctors would blow up and explode
Like blood cells too huge, openly a gruesome result.
Our eyes are unfocussed, beyond vision when our faces
Madly administrate what we have at the medical end.
Life in space is outside in, we are in-between worlds of stupor.
Let us hear and point at the bright light called Star-
It would solve us, our health and love.
poem by Naveed Akram
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I look up at the stars
(after Samuel Ha-Nagid)
I look up at the stars
and they sparkle like drops of hail,
but where they are shining, with awesome power
there existence had to be planned to the finest detail.
They burn as if their power will never be spent,
are scattered in galaxy upon galaxy
and are numerous, almost without end,
as beacons to the glory and power of God.
Yet He calls them by name,
constructs their disposition, the way
that they are set
like a omnipotent magician
or maybe He gathers and leads them
as His shining flock,
while He shepherds even every stray one
by His great power, at His mere will.
[Reference: “I Look Up to the Sky” by Samuel Ha-Nagid.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Shining Star II
Shining Star the light of my life
your that one star, I wish upon every night
Everyday, hour, min, sec. that goes by
I think about my Shining Star
wishing it was here next to me
Hoping I would see my Shining Star soon
Holding me and never letting go
Reminiscing on how we met
something that I'll never forget.
You are my guiding light I don't want to let go of
Oh Shining Star how much joy you
bring to this lonely heart
May I ask Shining Star,
Do You Love Me the way I Love You?
We'll see Shining Star
if you really do...
But once again my Shining Star
I would say,
You are my one wish
my one love
my one and only
Shining Star
poem by Ivana Suazo
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I See Stars
I saw a star in Venice
I saw a star tonight
I saw a star falling then regain its flight.
I saw a star in Rio
I saw a star in you
I saw a star twinkling in different shades of blue.
I saw a star in Heaven
I saw a star in Hell
But never did I see a star twinkling on my world.
I've seen a star fading
I've seen it cross the sky
I've seen so many different stars trying not to die
I've seen them come together
I've watched them grow apart
I have seen so many stars in a lovers heart.
I've seen the stars exploding
I've seen the quiet and calm
I've heard them whisper secrets in a world full of harm
I saw a star twinkling in different shades of blue
But never in all my life have i seen a star like you...
poem by Coen Carter
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The Ocean Blue
The ocean shining like crystals
The fish swimming in the blue lagoon
Area so vast in miles
Large enough to hold the reflection of the moon
Mountains under the salty depths
Creatures with undescribable beauty
Palm trees on the shore nearby
Caring for unappreciated duties
Tails of unknown animals
Flowing waves that they create
Forming many more families
As the mother and father mates
The sun heats the crests
The hot sand on the shore
Standing on the sidelines
Wishing animals could speak, so you can have a tour
The chilling waters only covering the toes
Missing out will make you only rue
That you have missed out on the true beauty of the world
The magnificent, majestic ocean blue
poem by TaBresha Bozeman
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Oh Star
Oh Star you are so softly shining in the midnight blue of night
Hypnotising all us humans with your little blue-white light
Star, do you know how far you are from us this very day?
If you could only speak to us I wonder just what would you say?
Though Star you are so far from me out in that blackness that is space
I think your winking, wise serenity is aimed at just this human race.
poem by Neil Milliner
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Samsher (Sword)
Samsher is another name for sword
Sharp edged weapons but not mightier than words
Old kings and chieftains used along with war lords
Protective arm length weapon carried by soldiers on board
Whoever had weapons carried the field
Surrendered all kings and great influence yield
Such was weapon and matter of great pride
Always visible on waist and can’t hide
Easy to defend and easy to maneuver
Straight into action without finding cover
Body art and activeness always had upper hand
Some times enemies turned tactics and became friends
Only one sword became famous in entire world history
Tipu (name) Sultan (ruler) had shining past with glory
Not only British but French too had to make the way
His sword ruled the land and complete sway
Anybody may question what specialty the weapon had?
It was given to him by another sultan Hyder Ali as dad
The legend reveled it had magic touch given by goddess
He was benevolent ruler and had always shining success
Luck may not favour all the time to come
Tipu too had feared and ready to welcome
Waged heroic struggle with all his efforts
No help could reach him through his ports
He had his downfall and was beheaded
All rulers did not unite and territory conceded
It was lone freedom struggle for unity preservation
Nothing could be achieved even with prevention
His sword was taken away and kept in museum
All efforts to bring it back failed and kept mum
Alas! Efforts of one wealthy and businessman restored
Sword is back home with its past glory and adored
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Thinking for Friend Sid
The lightning flashed, the thunder roared.
Combined in mad cacophony
The suddenly peace is restored.
The clouds disperse the moon shines through
and the stars are visible gain.
Pinpoints of light against the blue.
Far distant stars that we can see.
Each one of them a burning sun.
I sit and wonder quietly.
Do they perhaps have planets too
in orbit round the mother star.
I think that it might well be true.
It seems to me that it must be
at least a possibility.
That we will learn eventually.
We aren’t alone we never were.
That there are other races too
that live and thrive somewhere out there.
Perhaps they sit and wonder too
and see our sun another star
a mere pinpoint against the blue.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Mr. Blue
Our guardian star lost all its glow
The day that i lost you
It lost all its glitter the day you said no
And its grey skies turned to blue.
Like him i am doubtful
That your love is true
So if you decide to call on me
Ask for mr. blue.
I'm mr. blue
When you say you love me
The prove it by goin' out on the sly
Provin' your love is untrue
Call me mr. blue.
I sleep alone each night
Wait by the phone each night
But you don't call
And i won't hurt my pride
Call me mister,
I won't tell you
When you paint the town
A bright red to turn it upside down
I'm painting it too
But i'm painting it blue.
I sleep alone each night
Wait by the phone each night
But you don't call
And i won't hurt my pride
Call me mister.
I won't tell you
When you paint the town
A bright red to turn it upside down
I'm painting it too
But i'm painting it blue.
Call me mr. blue.
Call me mister.
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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Sea of Darkness
I dreamt of water.
All night, a sea was before me.
Endless waters were all I saw.
I drink of it's waters; it fills the emptiness.
I see the skies open up,
the brilliance of a quasar shining down.
Somehow, I'm told to walk into encircling waters,
and it engulfs the little island.
The waters proceed to turn black,
a darkness spreads throughout.
It infects the entire planet.
Neptune's moons are like ours,
only they have scars and faces,
their mouths stitched.
Saturn and Uranus are in the sky,
beginning to weep.
The Moving Star comes down,
with the raiment of mortal man.
He shines like a shadow of the mighty quasar.
Trying to tell me,
his voice is masked my nightmares held at bay.
A wind comes from the north
and it blows him away like ashes.
A glorious sylph, radiating white light,
turns toward me.
I can only see a faint smile.
She explodes into a whisper of shadows,
singing a requiem of dirges.
poem by Soren Valentine
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Upon a Hill is a Sword
Upon a hill is a sword that intimidates,
It strikes at the expense of tragedy,
What does it do but fabricate debates,
Meaningful dates are spoken with ability.
Upon a chance so acute, the sword is handed
To a singer of reasonable songs
Finding waters of lovable words like pearls
From an abalone.
Upstairs the heavens are crossed to come across
A weapon of magic, abhorrently working
And chiming the time-clock like applesauce,
Where the orchards keep with infinity but abating.
The sword does not love being abolished,
With adoration it speaks of hatred abounding;
The dagger is shorter and inadequate, brandished
Like a weapon in abbreviation, one that is abandoning.
poem by Naveed Akram
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I see a star tonight
I see a star woundering whai is doing
Twinkling all the night
Star light... Star bright,
The most beautiful star in the sky
Sparkled like a diamon
I start to make a wish upon that,
Wishing star,
My lucky star
Shining with joy, ever so brilliantly
Shining star, shining star
You are my guiding star
The brightes star
The innocent star
Twinkle twinkle liltle star.
poem by Maria Luisa Taylor
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Contemplation Of The Sword
Reason will not decide at last; the sword will decide.
The sword: an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel,
formerly used to kill men, but here
In the sense of a symbol. The sword: that is: the storms
and counter-storms of general destruction; killing
of men,
Destruction of all goods and materials; massacre, more or
less intentional, of children and women;
Destruction poured down from wings, the air made accomplice,
the innocent air
Perverted into assasin and poisoner.
The sword: that is: treachery and cowardice, incredible
baseness, incredible courage, loyalties, insanities.
The sword: weeping and despair, mass-enslavement,
mass-tourture, frustration of all hopes
That starred man's forhead. Tyranny for freedom, horror for
happiness, famine for bread, carrion for children.
Reason will not decide at last, the sword will decide.
Dear God, who are the whole splendor of things and the sacred
stars, but also the cruelty and greed, the treacheries
And vileness, insanities and filth and anguish: now that this
thing comes near us again I am finding it hard
To praise you with a whole heart.
I know what pain is, but pain can shine. I know what death is,
I have sometimes
Longed for it. But cruelty and slavery and degredation,
pestilence, filth, the pitifulness
Of men like hurt little birds and animals . . . if you were
only
Waves beating rock, the wind and the iron-cored earth,
With what a heart I could praise your beauty.
You will not repent, nor cancel life, nor free man from anguish
For many ages to come. You are the one that tortures himself to
discover himself: I am
One that watches you and discovers you, and praises you in little
parables, idyl or tragedy, beautiful
Intolerable God.
The sword: that is:
I have two sons whom I love. They are twins, they were born
in nineteen sixteen, which seemed to us a dark year
Of a great war, and they are now of the age
That war prefers. The first-born is like his mother, he is so
beautiful
That persons I hardly know have stopped me on the street to
speak of the grave beauty of the boy's face.
The second-born has strength for his beauty; when he strips
for swimming the hero shoulders and wrestler loins
Make him seem clothed. The sword: that is: loathsome disfigurements,
blindness, mutilation, locked lips of boys
Too proud to scream.
Reason will not decide at last: the sword will decide.
poem by Robinson Jeffers
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The Ten Stars
In the motion of the universe,
The rotation of planets,
The conjuction of the wind,
There my sight witnesses,
The opposition of stars
Rare but wonderfully made
I count the stars and make my wish,
My summit shall i reach,
With her in poverty i'm rich
Im a happy man,
I saw ten stars
Star number one,
Besides you let there be none,
Star number two,
To love you more, never a few,
Star number three,
My love unto you for free
Star number four,
The love we built to never fall,
Star number five,
Wish all things but mostly life
How wonderful are they, ten stars
In this lonely night my heart beats faster,
I make wishes, but they are not my master,
I point the stars and make wishes,
How beautiful are they, ten stars
Star number six,
So shall our foes fall by the axe
Star number seven,
Against all odds we remain even
Star number eight,
We shall so grow above heights,
Star number nine,
Of course, , to remain mine
Star number ten
I wish to make hundred wishes per day
How beautiful are they, ten stars
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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A Lonely Star
Looking out into a black velvet sky so high
All directions are filled with bright lights
Everyone of them shining with their white glow
Only to find a little star on its own
I gazed at that star and could understand how it feels
To be on its own and be different but still real
It may not be seen by the other stars
Who are in the galaxy so far
The little stars all shine bright to me
However, the littlest star is all I want to see
It's flickering light so peaceful and feeling glad
No longer can I see it look so sad
poem by Sarah Bruun
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Your Star.....
I see your star..
It shines in the sky..
One shining star......
Bright as the entire heavens themslves.
Gazing upon each of it's neighbors,
Mighty Orion....with his belt of diamonds..
Graceful Swan...soaring among the angels...
Powerful Zodiac....the majestic 12....
I see your star,
I think of you..
I see your star,
I see a world..
That could be ours....
I see your star,
I see your love...
I see your star,
I see you.......
poem by Emaleigh Marie
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