How cool the amber of the day.
How cool the amber of the day!
The quietness, the sway.
I slept the sleep of angels,
And felt newborn in the
Amber of the day.
Long live the sweet
Mysterious dusk
Of the amber light.
poem by Peter Vealey
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Dad A life
My father is gone, gone to his grave
Carried away on an amber wave
It was his heart they say so strong, so brave
A heart that was crushed beneath an amber wave
My father is gone, gone in a flash
Washed away on an amber wave
The strong young man he was burned to ash
Ash that was washed away by an amber wave
My father is gone, gone this day
Taken away on an amber wave
Leaving nothing but heart ache and dismay
Amber Jean
Every morning got sun to shine
Every day got plenty of time
Every night theres a moon so fine
There for you, my amber jean.
Still some lines that should get crossed
Still some coins that might be tossed
Still some love that hasnt been lost
There for you, my amber jean.
Amber jean, oh, amber jean,
Prettiest eyes Ive ever seen.
Every morning got sun to shine
Every day got plenty of time
Every night theres a moon so fine
There for you, my amber jean.
song performed by by Neil Young
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The Pool
COME with me, follow me, swift as a moth,
Ere the wood-doves waken.
Lift the long leaves and look down, look down
Where the light is shaken,
Amber and brown,
On the woven ivory roots of the reed,
On a floating flower and a weft of weed
And a feather of froth.
Here in the night all wonders are,
Lapped in the lift of the ripple's swing,–
A silver shell and a shaken star,
And a white moth's wing.
Here the young moon when the mists unclose
Swims like the bud of a golden rose.
I would live like an elf where the wild grapes cling,
I would chase the thrush
From the red rose-berries.
All the day long I would laugh and swing
With the black choke-cherries.
I would shake the bees from the milkweed blooms,
And cool, O cool,
Night after night I would leap in the pool,
And sleep with the fish in the roots of the rush.
Clear, O clear my dreams should be made
Of emerald light and amber shade,
Of silver shallows and golden glooms.
Sweet, O sweet my dreams should be
As the dark, sweet water enfolding me
Safe as a blind shell under the sea.
poem by Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
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Amber
A Prehistoric Dragon Fly
Encased in amber, on display
Caught my eye as I passed it by
in the museum yesterday.
Encased in amber, as if time
itself was stopped and held at bay.
You will never know decay
Or another summer's day.
You in amber, me in time
Both are trapped and on display.
You in resin are enshrined,
while I am seen encased in rhyme.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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An Amber Autumn
Beneath the leaves
Of an amber autumn
I hide myself, deep away
At the foot of the trees
Colors above
That sway in the soft breeze
But I can see only one
The branch of the turtle dove
This cool autumn
Has taken away love
And has thrown it from the trees
It rests at the bottom
So far from here
Over the fields of cotton
The small white turtle doves fly
A journey lasting years
A time has passed
I can think without tears
Back to the amber autumn
That now rests in the past
poem by David DeAngelo
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Delight becomes pictorial
Delight becomes pictorial
When viewed through pain,--
More fair, because impossible
That any gain.
The mountaln at a given distance
In amber lies;
Approached, the amber flits a little,--
And that's the skies!
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Sunset In Winter
The amber glow as day begins to die
Behind a darkened hill that lies to west,
Where trees that silhouette against the sky
March on like lines of soldiers on its crest.
And where the amber meets the fading blue
And tinges it with golden streaming light,
With painted colours these last rays imbue
The western sky, before the fall of night.
poem by Dennis N. O'Brien
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Traffic Lights
Who invented these beautiful colors?
Red, Amber and Green.
And I watch how they stop when Red appears?
When Amber winks they are very uneasy
And they fly in the Green light sign like a journey to heaven.
Night is still young and I count my weekend wage
Thinking of my loved ones.
They are very far away.
When the Green smiles with me to take my soul away from all these burdens?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The Night Road
The streetlight buzzes
Lit in an amber haze
Rain falls against windows
Trickles down the glass
Counting the minutes
The night roads are empty
Sleeping a travels rest
While the days trails
Become washed away
The overgrown gardens
Narrow the path
Shadows dart everywhere
Limited shade on offer
A while ago someone passed
Head bowed, scurrying
Trying to shelter from the rain
The line of amber beacons
Little amber torches hover
Into the dark of night
Buzzing little stars guide
Along a road into shadows
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Amber
Here.
Try the amber.
Since you have decided,
To remove the color of pink...
From your eyes.
Although you say they were not rose.
The difference between them were too close!
I propose these amber glasses.
At least your taste for molasses,
Should not be that affected.
Well...
On second thought.
Have you considered the smoked lens.
You could wear them and still pretend.
And no one will detect your tears.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Autumn Post Mortem
Kindred spirits strolling through your amber autumn
leaves like the chameleonic colours of spectral spring and
time's shedding past lives preparatory to post mortem
Memories not so self conscious as to requisition mourning
lights always changing and another day's sure to bring
kindred spirits strolling through your amber autumn
The night then is bright with day's approaching light
sufferance of deep space sprouting telephonic ring
as time's shedding past lives preparatory to post mortem
And my uncertainty is once again clouded with certainty
clearing the haze of successive summer days and heralding
kindred spirits strolling through your amber autumn
For in time the peace of patients and their lonely hearts
broken impart curtains scarlet softly spoken diamond sing
as time's shedding past lives preparatory to post mortem
Shuffle-Shoon and Amber-Locks
Shuffle-Shoon and Amber-Locks
Sit together, building blocks;
Shuffle-Shoon is old and grey,
Amber-Locks a little child,
But together at their play
Age and Youth are reconciled,
And with sympathetic glee
Build their castles fair to see.
"When I grow to be a man"
(So the wee one's prattle ran),
"I shall build a castle so--
With a gateway broad and grand;
Here a pretty vine shall grow,
There a soldier guard shall stand;
And the tower shall be so high,
Folks will wonder, by-and-by!"
Shuffle-Shoon quoth: "Yes, I know;
Thus I builded long ago!
Here a gate and there a wall,
Here a window, there a door;
Here a steeple wondrous tall
Riseth ever more and more!
But the years have levelled low
What I builded long ago!"
So they gossip at their play,
Heedless of the fleeting day;
One speaks of the Long Ago
Where his dead hopes buried lie;
One with chubby cheeks aglow
Prattleth of the By-and-By;
Side by side, they build their blocks--
Shuffle-Shoon and Amber-Locks.
poem by Eugene Field
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Words For Thought
Just as words can make you think--
And a bird hunt can make you more aware...
Even in the lingering amber light of dusk...
Even in the cutting cold of sorrows despair;
Words for thought can make or break you--
Easy does it as the domino's fall...
Chain reactions are ever nearing...
Downed a house of cards-once tall;
Words for thought can inspire you--
Just as much as they can make you see...
The ravages of a tormented soul in chronic illness...
And the sorrows of the you and the me;
Just as food can make you think--
Just as the hunter is found instead--
The birds fly free in the amber light--
And the truth in words invades my head;
The stealth and secrecy has all but been abolished...
The truth was, indeed, in the pudding my dear-!
Words for thoughts served to open taste buds wide...
And an enigma filled to the brim with fear;
So on we go with our new gained knowledge---!
A recorded diary in dated fact...!
Preserved in the light for future use- if needed...
Preserved in the light for future attack;
May 24,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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My Rebel Heart
Mysterious
Youthful
Rare
EnergiticBravery
Elegance
Loyalty
Honesty
Extraordinary
Active
RivalTough
poem by Amber Lyn Charneski
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Amber
shield the Amber of the navel that mark the
beginning of your life, shout it joyfully the
season of your stay
bright the past, the luminous glow of the
Amber, harness the solid that last in
every path you pass
looks the aquatic blue corner of your heart,
the color seems naked, but as it flows the
hyperactive makes one see the beauty
always remember everything is counted,
what ever lost, never it loose, only that
everything waits for a change of time
..... is a chance of life...
poem by Antonio Liao
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An Old Song Re-sung
As I went down through Dublin city
At the hour of twelve of the night,
Who did I see but a Spanish lady
Washing her feet by candle light.
First she washed them,
Then she dried them,
All by a fire of amber coals,
In all my life I never did see
A maid so neat about the soles.
I asked her would she come a-walking,
And we went on where the small bats flew,
A coach I called then to instate her,
And on we went till the grey cocks crew.
Combs of amber
In her hair were,
And her eyes had every spell,
In all my life I never did see
A maid whom I could love so well.
But when I came to where I found her,
And set her down from the halted coach,
Who was there waiting, his arms folded,
But that fatal swordsman, Tiger Roache?
Then blades were out,
And 'twas thrust and cut,
And never wrist gave me more affright,
Till I lay low upon the floor
Where she stood holding the candle light.
But, O ye bucks of Dublin city,
If I should see at twelve of the night,
In any chamber, such lovely lady
Washing her feet by candle light,
And drying o'er
Soles neat as hers,
All by a fire of amber coal
Your blades be dimmed! I'd whisper her,
And take her for a midnight stroll!
poem by Padraic Colum
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Honey you're so hot
Honey you're so hot
You're a ring of red gold
An amber ring on my finger
Honey you're so hot
You're a ring of red gold.
Honey you are a stage fright
Monster on my mind
When those wedding bells chime
For all... for all time
Honey genesis will sort
The mice from the men
Because when I'm with you
All I hear is amen
Like an anthem
Honey what's all the fog and haze
Will it not take us back?
To those lost lonely days
When we were racked with pain
Oh let us honey surmise
Oh honey you're so hot
You're a hot ring of gold
When I'm in the cold
Oh honey you're so hot
You're a hot
Amber ring on my finger
When all else is not?
Oh honey, oh honey, why not?
Oh honey, why, why, why not?
Let us surmise
A ring of red hot gold
Put that stage fright
Monster behind me
Because honey you're the one
For me
Because honey you're so hot
You're a ring of gold
An amber ring on my finger
Honey you're so hot you're
A ring of red, red hot gold:
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Enough
Did he forget? . . . I do not remember,
All I had of him once I still have to-day;
He was lovely to me as the word, 'amber,'
As the taste of honey and the smell of hay.
What if he forget if I remember ?
What more of love have you than I to say ?
I have and hold him still in the word, 'amber,'
Taste of honey brings him, he comes back with the hay.
poem by Muriel Stuart
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Fade to Grey
Shane and Shay raking leaves in the autumn breeze
oh to be free under the trees in that autumn breeze
Tumbling and falling, scarlet red and amber warm
Shane and Shay in sync with fall
my loves, my life
The warm colors of autumn dusk, all too fast to fade
Winter beckons at the door; harkening no more falls
Scarlet tears mixed with gentle blue
sorrow and joy of maternal dues
Separate now, no longer one
No more days of raking leaves in an autumn breeze
Amber warm love gone gray
Why do my young ones stray
poem by Ophelia Deborah Payne Jarrett
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African Sunset
Her eye, an amazing ball of fire
Spherical, amber, orange-red
Without lashes, with glamour.
Colours fuse, red, pink, orange, yellow,
Mutating through that array,
Throwing colour behind dark clouds,
Giving them a pink backdrop.
Illusionary flames burn my soul.
Houses on the ridge flamoxed in amber.
I bask in her radiance,
Mop up that spectacle,
internalise it to lift my spirits.
I hear darkness tumble upon the land,
Crushing something in me.
poem by nkosana Mpofu
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