The Two Women...
the two women
are actually extremes
one is the sun
and the other is the moon
but there is this
moment
when the day is
brighter
when the sun and moon
meet
and they as usual
do not
ever speak
about their own worlds
with the same
sky
and then what these two
do not know
is the existence of the
nightingale
the one that sings at night
and flies away
the whole day
it is the one
that i love.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Three Maidens
There were three maidens met on the highway;
The sun was down, the night was late:
And two sang loud with the birds of May,
O the nightingale is merry with its mate.
Said they to the youngest, Why walk you there so still?
The land is dark, the night is late:
O, but the heart in my side is ill,
And the nightingale will languish for its mate.
Said they to the youngest, Of lovers there is store;
The moon mounts up, the night is late:
O, I shall look on man no more,
And the nightingale is dumb without its mate.
Said they to the youngest, Uncross your arms and sing;
The moon mounts high, the night is late:
O my dear lover can hear no thing,
And the nightingale sings only to its mate.
They slew him in revenge, and his true-love was his lure;
The moon is pale, the night is late:
His grave is shallow on the moor;
O the nightingale is dying for its mate.
His blood is on his breast, and the moss-roots at his hair;
The moon is chill, the night is late:
But I will lie beside him there:
O the nightingale is dying for its mate.
poem by George Meredith
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Li Po drowns
Li Po sits drinking wine;
he is in his garden
below the tree
reciting his poems to the night
and he sings to the cool air
and he sings to the moon
and he drinks more in between
Li Po walks to the lake
and he sings to the moon:
I will come to you, beloved
I will come to you
for you have waited for me centuries
for you have glowed nights
looking for me;
I will come to you, even now,
beloved moon,
I will come to you, even now
and Li Po walks to his boat
and he rows his boat
and he rows his boat gleefully
and he rows singing
and Li Po is in the middle of the lake
and he stops there to look at his beloved
whose radiant wholeness
shimmers in the water
and Li Po sings always
his song of love to his moon:
I will come to you, beloved
I will come to you
for you have waited for me centuries
for you have glowed nights
looking for me;
I will come to you, even now,
beloved moon,
I will come to you, even now
and Li Po jumps into the lake
and he struggles and he swims
and he swims and he struggles
and he sings:
I come to you, beloved,
I come to you
you who have waited centuries for me
radiant and a-glow in the sky
I come to you now
and he swims towards the distorted moon in the lake
and he beats his hands at the moon in the lake
and Li Po struggles
and Li Po clutches at the watery moon
and Li Po is his with his beloved
after centuries he is come
and Li Po is with his love
Li Po is with his beloved moon:
Li Po flies to the moon; Li Po flies to the moon
poem by Raj Arumugam
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Here Comes The Moon
Everybodys talking up a storm
Act like they dont notice it
But here it is and here it comes . . .
Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.
Impulse always quickens when its full
As it turns my head around me
Yes it does and here it comes
Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.
Gods gift I see thats moving up there into the night . . .
Though dark the mirror in the sky reflects us our light:
Looks like a little brother to the sun
Or mother to the stars at night
And here it is and here it comes
Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.
Breath is always taken when its new
Enhance upon the clouds around it
Yes it is and here it comes
Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon.
song performed by by George Harrison
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Tribute to the Moon
Moon in your glorious moment
What a nice bright moon tonight,
With the big and round moon torching light on me
Crescent, Half-Moon, Full moon, Blue Moon
Make no difference as thee always the same
The dull night blush as usual
The lunar light streams as usual
Enlighten all the mankind with your light
Steer them away from the greed
Steer them away from the lust
It seem so long ago.
When i am tiny, repeatedly amazed by your splendor
Moon... Moon...
Listen to my plea..
Come to me..
Wash away all my worries.
Wash away all my sadness,
For thee only release me from all the stress
For thee only bring peacefulness to my life.
Absorb me in your luminescence
Light my life with thee.
poem by MyPrince Hong
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Lost without a moon
Where has this moon gone?
the moon that used to brighten up
the night sky,
And the moon that used to shine
Brighter than any star,
The moon that used to bring to me
This beautiful light,
For this moon used to lighten up
My heart,
Now that this moon is gone
I must rely on the stars
to bring me light,
This moon left me alone,
alone to suffer and think
empty thoughts,
And now i know that
I am lost,
Oh where has this moon gone?
poem by Oscar Aceves
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Here!
Men of god sent it away with verses of their holy book
Sun for our day
Moon for night.
Teachers sent it away with the light of their chalk
Sun for our day
Moon for night.
Bankers sent it away with the disco dance of their pen
Sun for day
Moon for our night.
Lawmen sent it away with quotations, wigs, and guns
Sun for our day
Moon for our night.
Doctors sent it away with piercing needle
Sun for our day
Moon for our night.
President and his men banished them
Sun for our day
Moon for our night.
Women are witches
Men are wizards
In gloom, we mate
Give birth and breed
With graves everywhere.
poem by Alade Abayomi IdrisWhite
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103 ~ Dances With The Moon
'At night the moon became
a woman's face.
I met the Spirit of Music.'
-Jim Morrison from Wilderness
Come my love, 'tis a glorious evening!
The moon is full, there's a million gleamings.
Let's get ourselves to an open field and lie,
kiss and wander through the bright-black sky.
Come spirits fill our breath with rose reeds.
Leave us here to soak in splendor of moon beams.
In Night's tender arms let us be wrapped,
me and my love, because my love
materials me affection in earthly stuff.
step in...slide into some light shoes
hold on...rest your hand on my balloon
launching...lifting off for better views
soon we...we'll be dancing on the moon
my love...my one true love,
she sings o'er the dunes
velvet...a velvet blanket
she dances with the moon
dances with the moon
Oh! my love, I'll never love one
more than she, the Night.
She holds me forever
in her celestial-glow eyes,
but she hides so far away,
this untouchable She,
so don't worry, for I'll love you,
as long as moon beams soak me.
you sing...into the soft winds
hold on...keep in mind always this tune
launching...lifting off for never-ends
then we...we'll be dancing on the moon
my love...my one true love,
she sings o'er the dunes
velvet...a velvet blanket
she dances with the moon
dances with the moon
my love...my one true love,
she sings on sad tunes
she know's...know I'll never
fill her moon's shoes
when she...awakes her Spirit
she dances with the moon
dances with the moon
poem by Stan Pelfrey
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Picture in the moon.
At the night when the stars
Twinkles our night
Twinkles our love
Picture in the moon
Very vehement to me
The gale of the night
Making me to beek into you
Stars sorching my way
Previewing the picture in the moon.
I whirl and tumble
Heave nights and love
When you was quivered,
By hust in the night
Try to get to you
In hopes you're on
The other side
Seeing the picture in the moon
Or am I a drone?
Am I a fool?
Who walks alone the night
Seeing the picture in the moon..
I'm feeling pretentious to you,
Picture in the moon
Every night we met here
Every night meet here.
I'm feeling like we're conspicuous,
The talk in town
They say,
We have gone mad
But they don't know
What we know.
'Cause when sunshine, night,
Twilight goes down,
Someone is talking back yeah.
Seeing the conspicuous
Picture in the moon.
poem by Kiyaga Lyttle Cephas
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At Night When The World Is Sleeping
at night when the world is sleeping
i have learned to sing inside the chamber of my heart
i have become this nightingale
a black nightingale singing the songs of the full moon
at night i have become this bleeding heart
blood dripping on the floor of the house
at night i beg the moon to listen
to the songs of the black nightingale
i beg the moon
to see the blood from my heart dripping
i beg the floor to understand and for a time being
when sadness and mourning reigns in the house of my body
to keep this bleeding heart
like sands on the floor of its hands.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square
When two lovers meet in Mayfair, so the legends tell,
Songbirds sing; winter turns to spring.
Every winding street in Mayfair falls beneath the spell.
I know such enchantment can be, 'cos it happened one evening to me:
That certain night, the night we met,
There was magic abroad in the air,
There were angels dining at the Ritz,
And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.
I may be right, I may be wrong,
But I'm perfectly willing to swear
That when you turned and smiled at me
A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.
The moon that lingered over London town,
Poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown.
How could he know we two were so in love?
The whole darn world seemed upside down
The streets of town were paved with stars;
It was such a romantic affair.
And, as we kissed and said 'goodnight',
A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square
When dawn came stealing up all gold and blue
To interrupt our rendezvous,
I still remember how you smiled and said,
"Was that a dream or was it true?"
Our homeward step was just as light
As the tap-dancing feet of Astaire
And, like an echo far away,
A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square
I know 'cos I was there,
That night in Berkeley Square.
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Pale Moon
Moon sings and sighs
narrating her past,
autumnal cloud spreads
over our happiness.
Lofty forest is going to cry
when the ray of the moon whispers
„ What did it happen with the moon? „
that the moon is sad and does not smile.
The ray of the moon warmed up
all is moving in this forest
that any animal is asking
how to be helped
proud moon in the sky.
I feel the ray of the moon
in my palm.
I carres and spoil her
then the moon smiles me
because the sadness has gone.
poem by Valentin Gabriel Cristea
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Mood Honey
With women...
Night beach...
A full moon...
Nice air...
Grass bed...
A touch
Too touch...
Catch at kiss
A making...
For...
Bee cool
This moon was
Honey...
A my women
Also
A moon...
So...
Moon was
Honey...
Lovingely honey...
With me...
My women with me...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Tonight moon isn't the same moon
Tonight moon isn't the same moon, neither the night
That moon witness our gathering under its light
Witness our hands interlocked and our foots recur
Neither the place is the same
On the sands throne we set
The bush was surrounding us
The sea wave sings for us
The gentle wind jest us
Neither we the same, we were different
As that night moon, it wasn’t the same
poem by Mohammed AlBalushi
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Coyotes
Triplet coyotes
From the day of their birth
Desired the moon
And all it was worth
Providing them light
So at night they could see
Any dangers ahead
And be able to flee
All three loved the moon
And each soon decided
Too precious to share
Was the light it provided
The coyote first born
Snuck into night
And sang to the moon
With all of his might
Assured by the usual
Glimmer it gave
He felt quite accomplished
And returned to the cave
The youngest coyote
The next night awoke
And danced for the moon
As he quietly spoke
His sweet words of love
Were followed by light
The moon clearly pleased
So he called it a night
The last coyote
Woke up from a dream
Of the peaceful moon
And its wonderful gleam
He walked outside
And sat on the ground
Gazed up at the moon
Its beauty profound
All three coyotes
Thought it had ended
They'd won the battle
Performances splendid
That next night they waited
The moon did not show
They stayed there for hours
Then decided to go
All day they bonded
Coyotes of three
And again that night
The moon, they could see
Each one pondered
Where it had been
But it didn't matter
They would not fight again
They learned to appreciate
More things in life
Than a brilliant moon
That would just cause them strife
So together they sat
Those brothers of three
Under an Oak Tree
Bonded and free
poem by Brandon McConnell
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A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square
That certain night, the night we met,
There was magic abroad in the air.
There were angels dining at the ritz,
And a nightingale sang in berkeley square.
I may be right, I may be wrong,
But Im perfectly willing to swear
That when you turned and smiled at me,
A nightingale sang in berkeley square.
The moon that lingered over londontown
Poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown.
How could he know that we two were so in love?
The whole darn world seemed upside down.
The streets of town were paved with stars,
It was such a romantic affair.
And as we kissed and said goodnight,
A nightingale sang in berkeley square.
~interlude~
When dawn came stealing up, all gold and blue
To interrupt our rendez-vous,
I still remember how you smiled and said,
Was that a dream? or was it true?
Our homeward step was just as light
As the dancing of fred astaire,
And like an echo far away
A nightingale sang in berkeley square.
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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Moon After Day
Moon shed a tear
Moon give me fear
Moon light my way
Moon after day
Moon give me strength
Moon has no length
What I want to say,
Is Moon after day
Moon is full
Moon is dull
Moon light my way
Moon after day
Moon is my life
Moon gave me a knife
Moon slit my wrist
Moon a wonderful bliss
What I want to say
Moon after day!
Orange Moon
Im an orange moon
Im an orange moon
Reflecting the light of the sun
Many nights he was alone
Many many many nights
His light was too bright so they truned away and he
Stood along every night and every day
Then he turned to me he saw his
Reflection in me and he smiled at me
When he turned to me
Then he said to me
How good it is, how good it is, how
Good it is, how good it is
Im an orange moon
Im brighter than before
Brighter than ever before
Im an orange moon and I shine so
Bright cause I reflect the light
Of my sun
I praise the day he turned my way
And smiled at me
He gets to smile and I get to be
Orange that I love to be
How good it is (8x)
Shine so bright
He rules the day, Ill rule the night
Shine shine shine
How good it is (6x)
How good he is
How God he is
Im an orange moon Im brighter than
Before brighter
Reflecting the light of the sun
song performed by by Erykah Badu
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Red Moon
I've been left in the dust
Left behind to rust
Red moon or bust.
The light burns my eyes
Brighter in the night
Red moon's last light.
The writings on the wall
A calm before the squall
Red moon's got it all.
Red moon in the sky
What do you imply
Red spectrum flows
Through the valleys down below
poem by Serge Kapol
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Seven Deadly Sins: Envy
The sun gazed in silence upon the silver moon,
Jealous and angry that the moon shone every night.
In silent envy, she impatiently waits
For the moon to move, and for it to be her turn to emerge.
But eventually,
She ran out of patience.
She demanded of the moon
That she be allowed to come-out.
But the wise moon refused.
“All things must run its course.
If the moon was to be thrown from the sky,
What would become of night? ”
“I would rule the night! ” Declared the sun,
In all her foolishness.
“Then the night and the day would be one.
Then, the world would certainly be a better place! ”
And the moon shook its head in pity
At the sun, so jealous of what the moon had.
“You don’t seem to realize, ” said the moon with a tearful sigh,
“That I am just a reflection of you.”
poem by Katie Jensen
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09 - Honour under the Old Oak Tree
Lay low under the old oak tree
Ready to move, ready to break free
Lay low until the dead of night
When the moon awakens and the time is right
When the wolf howls at the crescent moon
And the nightingale sings that old familiar tune
The oldest act of a gentleman's chivalry
Is portrayed to the woman under the old oak tree
The meeting of a woman and her forbidden lover
Stolen moments they devour to be with each other
Never their hands intertwined for others to see
Just un-denying love under the old oak tree
Never permitted unguarded smiles for other to see
Just un-denying love under the old oak tree
poem by Nicola Burkett
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