Unrisen Splendour Of The Brightest Sun
Unrisen splendour of the brightest sun,
To rise upon our darkness, if the star
Now beckoning thee out of thy misty throne
Could thaw the clouds which wage an obscure war
With thy young brightness!
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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The Daytime Star
Alas! Show Thyself to me oh daytime star!
Yea! Many sayeth that there be a star that glows brightest by day!
Show thyself to me that I may behold thy brightness with mine eyes!
Said he.
And a voice replied saying,
In the most obvious of places is that which men have sought without finding!
I am the star that glows brightest over all norths!
I am the Alpha-Star!
I am the Sun-Light!
The Daytime star!
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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Moonlight
The moon hath risen o'er the silent height
Of the blue vaulted heaven—and each star
Is faintly glimmering in its silver light,
That dimly shows the mountain-tops afar,
And lights the fleecy clouds that, floating there,
By turns obscure its brightness—while around,
The spell of silence hangs o'er earth and air;
And not a rude intruding voice, or sound,
Falls on the ear, or mars the solitude profound.
Prompter of wild imagination's flight!
How soft the witchery that enrobes thy beam,
That sheds its magic o'er the gloom of night,
And wraps the soul within its brightest dream,
Till heaven and earth are mingled—and we seem,
With airy beings of the land of thought,
To hold high converse—till we almost deem
They are indeed with life and being fraught,
And not in fancy's wild unreal visions wrought.
Now rise the treasured thoughts of other days,
And all the scenes that by-past years have known;
And memory sheds her reminiscent rays
Around the hopes and pleasures that have flown,
And gives again to being every tone,
That once like music on our pulses thrill'd;
When childhood's gaiety was all our own,
And even tears, like dew in flowers distill'd,
Gave brightness to the dreams that hope delights to build.
Star-spangled vault of glory! who could gaze
With coldness or with carelessness at thee?
Or view the earth illumined by thy rays,
Nor feel the spirit for a moment free
From all terrestrial feelings?—Can it be
That in yon spheres translated spirits dwell?
It may be fancy's whisper—but to me
It sounds scarce strangely—though we may not tell
Of what awaits beyond our shortly pealing knell
poem by Elizabeth Margaret Chandler from Poetical Works (1836)
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Poets, You Are All Stars!
Stellar objects in the sky,
Brighter and visible to naked eyes,
All twinkle and smile with naughty winks,
A few are brighter than other kinds,
Own luminosity determines its brightness,
Proximity to the observers can alter it,
Brightest star are at the first magnitude,
The faintest at the sixth magnitude,
Standard stars stays brighter always,
Variable stars have different brightness,
These stars change their magnitude as they wish,
You are all the stars in the sky,
Can be seen smiling at me with white rays,
Every one of you, have your own brightness,
Reigning the poetical sky in togetherness,
I may be the faintest star in the sixth magnitude,
Yet to be seen and mapped in your gentle hearts,
From that distance, I can see you all twinkling steep,
Singing the songs of love, sorrow, loneliness and hope.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Only a fool believes that the clouds obscure the splendour of the moon. It has shined behind them for eternity.
That Star
The brightest star in the sky
I claim as you
Cause it shines bright
Just like you
I see that star every night
And though we live miles apart
I know one day I'll see you, just as I see that star
That star is the only light in the darkness
Just as your the only thing keeping me clinging to life
That star guides me through the night
To see the light of another day
Another day closer to seeing you
poem by Tammy Baby
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Dear Motherland Of France
DEDICATED TO THE MEN AND WOMEN OF FRANCE
Our Motherland, dear Motherland,
The source of beauty and of Art,
Who but thy children understand
The love which permeates each heart!
We see, through rainbow-tints of tears,
Thy glory of a thousand years.
O country of the Great and Free,
We live for thee, we live for thee,
Dear Motherland of France.
O Motherland, both blithe and brave,
What magic lies in thy name-France!
Yet can thy radiant mien be grave,
And stern thy ever-smiling glance.
And when thy sons and daughters know
That enemies would lay thee low
And dim thy fame on land and sea,
We fight for thee, we fight for thee,
Dear Motherland of France.
Dear Motherland of joy and mirth,
Dear Motherland of faith divine,
A thousand years the wondering earth
Has seen thy star in splendour shine.
Still shall it see that star of France
Its splendour and its light enhance.
Dear Motherland, when it need be
We die for thee, we die for thee,
Dear Motherland of France.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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The Sun Will Rise Again
I know the sun will rise again
I saw the sun set on my dream
I saw myself toil in vain
I saw my tears flow like a stream
But I know the sun will rise again
I know the sun will rise again
The other day I was a hero
Yet today I feel the pain
As I wind down to zero
But I know the sun will rise again
I am lost in this stormy rain
Tossed by fierce winds day after day
My strength the storm has drain
But I wait on hope's smiley ray
When the sun will rise again
I know the sun will rise again
I have groped in pitch darkness
Searching for answers, searching in vain
But I wait on the morning brightness
When the sun will rise again.
poem by Joseph Eli Atisu
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Seeking
In many a shape and fleeting apparition,
Sublime in age or with clear morning eyes,
Ever I seek thee, tantalising Vision,
Which beckoning flies.
Ever I seek Thee, O evasive Presence,
Which on the far horizon's utmost verge,
Like some wild star in luminous evanescence,
Shoots o'er the surge.
Ever I seek Thy features ever flying,
Which ne'er beheld I never can forget:
Lightning which flames through love, and mimics dying
In souls that set.
Ever I seek Thee through all clouds of error;
As when the moon behind earth's shadow slips,
She wears a momentary mask of terror
In brief eclipse.
Ever I seek Thee, passionately yearning;
Like altar-fire on some forgotten fane,
My life flames up irrevocably burning,
And burnt in vain.
poem by Mathilde Blind
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Light
poetry is the thing which is unbelievably bright even in the darkest
hours.Desire is terribly dark even in the brightest moments.
darkness, nor the blackness of the sky
brightness, not the whiteness in the sky
Even in time of trust and lust
Comfort from afar
A man walks out onto the deck of the apartment and stares upwards at the sky.
He sees a star, one star all alone in a sea of darkness.
He looks at the star and sees not only brightness, but solidarity and determination.
This star seems to carry the torch for the rest of the sky, not for always but for at least that moment.
The man raises his glass to the star and feels comforted.
Because of its presence the world is a brighter place.
He smiles and walks back inside to the company of his friends,
feeling much less alone than he did a few minutes prior to midnight...........
poem by Brian Lynch
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Night With You
the moonlight hits ur face in the dark of night the stars shimmer and the stars shine for but eternity for theyre yours tonight they glimmer and reflect off the ocean a million diffrent little points of light hitting ur eyes in ur mind u see heavens u see forever but in the blink of your eye in your mind itsa a greatness the night is young and beautiful but thus so are you nothing more nicer then then the brightness of starlight starshining forever off into the heavens like diamonds of the night a picture is worth a million words they say but to see you in the moonlight surround by star light tonight that picture would be so undescribale just like your smile the way you present your self you sweet person the night is young and its dark lost and alone but follow the brightest point and find hope and soon id be with you off into the night id hold you until the darkness of night gave away to daylight and then id wanan do the same for the rest of all the nights combined just to be with you
poem by Dorian Suchelle
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My First Love Poem
When God created heaven and he placed those stars above,
I knew right then the star I'd chose would fill my life with love,
The greatest gift bestowed to me is the best received by far,
because that's the day I've met you and realised that you're my star,
I can't forecast what life will hold but there is one thing I know,
That if we keep it watered well our plant of friendship will grow,
You will always be the brightest star in the heavens of my heart,
And I won't despair when dark clouds near for my star shines through the dark.
poem by FeChristie Wong
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Misty River
This morning
Me in this Misty River
All the happiness
I am feeling inside myself
Misty River
The mist is coming
From this Misty River
There are clouds
In the sky
And the mist
Is caused by the condensation
Of the heat mixed in the cold water
Misty River
I am in a fishing boat
That boat is moving slowly in this
Misty river
It is early in the morning
I am eating my breakfast in the fishing boat in the middle of this
Misty River
I hear the birds singing early in the morning
In this Misty River
There must be trees because the sound of the birds is coming from the Branches
Misty River
So peaceful
It looks so different with the mist
No one is around but me
With my fishing boat
And the beautiful sound of the birds
It is so nice
To have a place to come to
Where I can
Hear the sound of the birds
And be left alone
With no one disturbing me
Misty River
This is my special place
And by afternoon
No clouds I will see
The birds are beautiful
Their song is just beautiful like mother nature intended it to be
If nobody else appreciates this Misty River
I do
Misty River
I will die for you
Misty River
I will shed my tears for you
I have been coming here for so long now
Misty River
poem by Aldo Kraas
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The Stars Are Brightest
i
the stars are brightest
on the deep blackness
of the night
ii
not on those brightest days
can you feel the glitter
of a single star
iii
no on the deep scarlet of our grief
can we for once
change into stars
show that our hearts glow
like diamonds
in the ocean floor of our
sorrows
iv
twinkle, glitter, glow
there is also meaning and beauty
in this sorrow
v
we do not have to be mud
others have turned to the god of the rocks
we can be stars
meteors shooting brightness in dark space
galaxies expanding
to build a new world
we can be suns of glory when others explode
and be gone for worst
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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S p l e n d o u r
The splendour in the elephant..
the splendour in a king;
the splendour in the human race;
the splendour of the rain, the seas;
the splendour which is God in gods;
with that same splendour, make me splendid, Lord..
*
from the RgVeda
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Misty Cloud And Misty Sea
Misty Cloud called to blue Misty Sea,
Rise up to gather rain drops with me
Misty Sea called to driftin' Misty Cloud
To drift with you high up I'd be proud.
Misty Sea rose to join Misty Cloud,
Moist Misty Cloud came wet an' proud.
Joe Raindrop spoke to wet Raindrop Flo,
Dare you to drop down on Sea below.
Raindrop Flo splashed upon Misty Sea,
Joining pool of drops same as she.
Flo called to Raindrop Joe. I fell free
Dare you to drop down on wet Misty Sea.
Joe Raindrop splashed down on Misty Sea,
That's how rainfall comes down so free.
To drop on pleasant land or the Misty Sea,
Livin' things grow when rain falls free.
poem by Marion Gentry
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Song (Ae fond kiss)
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae fareweel, and then for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring signs and groans I'll wage thee.--
Who shall say that Fortune grieves him,
While the star of hope she leaves him:
Me, nae chearful twinle lights me;
Dark despair around benights me.--
I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy,
Naething could resisit my Nancy:
But to see her, was to love her;
Love but her, and love for ever.--
Had we never lov'd sae kindly,
Had we never lov'd sae blindly!
Never met -- or never parted,
We had ne'er been broken-hearted.--
Fare-thee-weel, thou first and fairest!
Fare-thee-weel, thou best and dearest!
Thine be ilka joy and treasure,
Peace, Enjoyment, Love and Pleasure!--
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever!
Ae farewell, Alas, for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.--
poem by Robert Burns
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My Darkness
I sought freedom, I sought love
I delved into the unknown, into the void.
Blind so I was, Darkness surrounded me.
Frightened I became, aimless were my steps.
Sickness clouded my existence.
I screamed for help but no response.
Upon the vast desert of Arabia, I once strolled.
The darkness of the night descended upon me.
Embraced me with fear like the darkness within
Despite the warmth of the night, I shivered.
I stretched my fragile body on the sand as I quivered.
I looked up to the heavens for comfort.
The brightness of the stars through the darkness of the night
Guided me to search for the stars in my deep darkness.
The first star shone when Malcolm stated
He felt most free when he was incarcerated.
The second star glowed when I realized
I must love me first before a true love for another
Can materialize.
poem by Ibrahim Ibn Salma
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The Epiphany
Star of the East, how sweet art Thou,
Seen in life's early morning sky,
Ere yet a cloud has dimmed the brow,
While yet we gaze with childish eye;
When father, mother, nursing friend,
Most dearly loved, and loving best,
First bid us from their arms ascend,
Pointing to Thee, in Thy sure rest.
Too soon the glare of earthly day
Buries, to us, Thy brightness keen,
And we are left to find our way
By faith and hope in Thee unseen.
What matter? if the waymarks sure
On every side are round us set,
Soon overleaped, but not obscure?
'Tis ours to mark them or forget.
What matter? if in calm old age
Our childhood's star again arise,
Crowning our lonely pilgrimage
With all that cheers a wanderer's eyes?
Ne'er may we lose it from our sight,
Till all our hopes and thoughts are led
To where it stays its lucid flight
Over our Saviour's lowly bed.
There, swathed in humblest poverty,
On Chastity's meek lap enshrined,
With breathless Reverence waiting by,
When we our Sovereign Master find,
Will not the long-forgotten glow
Of mingled joy and awe return,
When stars above or flowers below
First made our infant spirits burn?
Look on us, Lord, and take our parts
E'en on Thy throne of purity!
From these our proud yet grovelling hearts
Hide not Thy mild forgiving eye.
Did not the Gentile Church find grace,
Our mother dear, this favoured day?
With gold and myrrh she sought Thy face;
Nor didst Thou turn Thy face away.
She too, in earlier, purer days,
Had watched thee gleaming faint and far -
But wandering in self-chosen ways
She lost Thee quite, Thou lovely star.
Yet had her Father's finger turned
To Thee her first inquiring glance:
The deeper shame within her burned,
When wakened from her wilful trance.
Behold, her wisest throng Thy gate,
Their richest, sweetest, purest store,
(Yet owned too worthless and too late,)
They lavish on Thy cottage-floor.
They give their best--O tenfold shame
On us their fallen progeny,
Who sacrifice the blind and lame -
Who will not wake or fast with Thee!
poem by John Keble
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The Unclouded Day
Oh, they tell me of a home far beyond the skies
They tell me of a home far away
Oh, they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise
Oh, they tell me of an unclouded day.
Oh, the land of cloudless days
Oh, the land of an uncloudy sky
Oh, they tell me of a land where no storm clouds rise
Oh, they tell me of an uncloudy day.
Oh, they tell me of a King in His beauty there
And they tell me that mine eyes shall behold
Where He sits on a throne that is whiter than snow
In the city that is made of gold.
Oh, the land of cloudless days
Oh, the land of an uncloudy sky
Oh, they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise
Oh, they tell me of an uncloudy day.
Oh, the land of cloudless days
Oh, the land of an uncloudy sky
Oh, they tell me of a land where no storm clouds rise
Oh, they tell me of an uncloudy day...
--- Instrumental to fade ---
song performed by by Randy Travis
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