The Available Are The Notable
In a hall, lit with a bulb and a lamp,
Moths smother the brightest.
The bulb off, moths go to the lamp.
Love catches the available
31.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To me, lighting really sets the mood for a room. A 40 watt bulb in a cheap lamp is the same as a 40 watt bulb in an expensive one.
quote by Edward Walker
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Inspired by Issa - my hut's lamp
my hut's lamp -
lucky that it magnifies only
my shadow
inspired by
my hut's lamp-
even moths don't come
to the flame
-Issa,1820
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Pleasure is an assumption
There hangs on a wall in a class room,
A portrait of a royal lady, who would look
At you from whichever angle you sit.
Each one fancies she only at him looks.
A lot of moths revolve a single lamp.
21.10.2000
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I went to a doctor and told him I felt normal on acid, that I was a light bulb in a world of moths. That is what the manic state is like.
quote by Carrie Fisher
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Moths
The streetlight on the corner
in that cornered spot
has moths all around it
even though it's hot.
I see it from my window.
It flickers now and then.
The moths circle further away
but then they're back again.
What will those poor moths do
if that light goes out?
If I see it happen
I'll go outside and shout.
'Hey moths come over here.
I'll turn my porch light on.'
Then I can watch you circle once more
until the night is gone.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Resurrection of Moths
The moths worship a flame
in a circular motions,
As lovelorn stars orbit the moon
in a Venus constellation.
Chant a mythical choir in
a mystical fashion-
To appease the divine goddess
of love and passions.
A lamp of love bejeweled with
cacoethes’s emotions,
Bedding a wick woven
with wonderful impressions
And feeding it with
fiery oil of passions.
The moths resemble
the martyrs
ready to die for a nation,
Are raring for kamikaze on
spherical stations
of the flame housed in
bosom of emotions.
They aim to land on
Goddess of passions,
Mate with her in
fire walled mansion
Use their burning
flesh to graced an
auspicious occasion.
The hypnotized moths
march on drumbeats
-war chirps of crickets,
In a mind numbing night
-the starlit thickets,
With their face glowing
without fear or regret:
Chant dust to dust, ash to ash
While landing on bosom
of flaming lass
Smilingly turns
to mounds of ash.
Lo! A magical wand
of resurrection
of a golden glass,
Mysteriously moving
on mounds of ash,
Raises the seraphic
moths of the
highest class.
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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I was changing a light bulb over Groucho Marx's bed, so I took my shoes off, got on his bed and changed the bulb. When I got off the bed he said: 'That's the best acting you've ever done.'
quote by Elliott Gould
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Lava Lamp
In the half light of the evening
I could almost see you glow, I can tell by the way you're moving,
Time may be right to let you know,
you've got a many coloured halo, the body of venus
a babe rainbow and if I come on any closer, I might fall into your silhouette
but the shape of things to come is constantly changing
so let it, so let it, so let it flow
lava lava lava lamp, lava lava lava lamp
indigo, violet and blue, can we meet where the edge is blur cause I am comin' atcha, like a bug eye heading for the burn
the truth is I can't stay away, no I wanna let you light my volcano
and maybe it's just my imagination, but you never know
because the shape of things to come is constantly changing
so let it, so let it, so let it flow
lava lava lava lamp, I'd love to turn you on
lava lava lava lamp, I'd love to turn you on
lava lava lava lamp, I'd love to turn you on
lava lava lava lamp, I'd love to turn you on
so let it, so let it, so let it ...
lava lava lava lamp, I'd love to turn you on
lava lava lava lamp, I'd love to turn you on
lava lava lava lamp, I'd love to turn you on
lava lava lava lamp, I'd love to turn you on
song performed by by Duran Duran
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A Light Bulb To Light Our Dark World That I Wish Painted In Red And Black
yes, a light bulb to light our world
these dark worlds
outside and inside us
yes, a light bulb, a single light bulb
to brighten these dark worlds
inside and outside us
it is only the Great God
who can switch it on
who can switch it right.
and so, okay, okay, let there be light
from this single bulb
of my innocence
Let there be light forevermore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Lamp In Us!
The small lamp commenced to burn,
When two bodies united as one,
From the day one until the day yet to know,
The lamp burns slowly in the spirit of ions.
Keeping the lamp safe from rough climes,
Protecting the yarn from the heavy dye,
Nourishing the lamp with fuels approved,
The lamp may burn quietly as expected.
we let it burn with bigger flame,
By adding steroidal fuels and nocturnal fun,
we let the motor to run in higher speed,
by pressing the temptation to accelerate.
The lamp may start to play snake and ladder,
By climbing up and down at the dice of illnesses,
Sometimes gets overheated to jam up the motor,
Hold your lamp lovingly for it to glow pleasantly.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Messing
the room is full of litters
the underwear is on top of the headboard
the shoes are far from each others' gaze
dirty clothes roam like wolves
and the bulb lights are filled with dusts
moths are dead
and mosquitoes reign the nooks
cobwebs look like fog
but i know how to paint
something so orderly in my mind
i take the brush of the brain
and the tints of bright colors
it is not denial
but it is just a matter of choosing
what reality i want
i become blind to all these mess
i only select what i must accept
so you see
my world is as beautiful as yours
i sleep soundly at night
as the ants and the scorpions
make their wars.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Moth
he laid aside the monthly Moth Gazette
he knew he'd rolled his final cigarette
too set in his ways
to deny his only vice
he stretched his wings
slightly frayed and singed
for one last flight
to an old flame
'twould be just a spurt of fire in the night
as she sucked him in
he'd feel no pain
a correspondent had surmised
another from a butterfly
took a different slant on things
but the god of moths
there where a single light-bulb hangs in space
had called him in
so he shrugged
and spiralled out
kicked his heels
and then inhaled
a final puff of sin
poem by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady
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When The Thin Filament Ceases
Like a light bulb that dims,
Those unconscious...
Are lost within.
And disconnected...
From their senses.
Like a light bulb that dims,
When the thin filament...
Ceases to burn and slowly ends.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The obsession
A room is lit at night with
A bulb of a thousand watts,
A bulb of a hundred watts,
A zero watts and a candle.
Let them go off one by one
In that order and still
The room will be obsessed
With the moonlight leaking in.
It cannot be with peace
Because all lights went off.
03.11.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Imagination
Genius see before it’s there,
Light bulb in the brain
haiku by Ken e Hall
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The voltage
Watts and voltage give the bulb brightness.
Intelligence and energy give man brightness.
The figure and the skin are the least factors.
With dim voltage no bulb would shine..
16.10.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Future is a Light
The future is a light
A moon
But there is a storm
And black clouds obstruct my view
The future is a light
A lamp
But the shade is dark
And the bulb is cracked
The future is a light
A candle
But the wind heaves
And the wick is short
The future is a light
A star
But it has shined too long
And must die soon
The future is a light
A reason
But it has disappeared
And so shall I
poem by Anonymous Person
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Sharp Eyeliner, Cheap lipstick & Rich arrogant smile!
*Nothing is good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
-Shakespeare
She too struggles in the ring
With soft boxing gloves.
Be aware of Cops who come as Puritans.
A ruined Castle and a single lamp post watches
Without a bulb in the premises.
Haughty Moon never peeps.
The old gets young and the young gets old
Those who make Taboos
They too peep sometimes when in thirsty of this burning Life!
To the poet Shakespeare Waste Bin in gratitude!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Moderate Two thousand and ten
At the market place the old cobbled street
Turned into a main street,
New vendors, Singers, Beggars
Call girls(with high-heels)
Magicians, handsome politicians(with sport shirts) and etc.,
I watched a retired electrician replaces a new bulb
On an old lamp post,
And I sniffed the rings of smoke from chubby Mayor's aromatic cigar
That goes to the new blue sky full of birds or war planes?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Simile's Candid Mirror
like a blazing gold leaf
clinging to the autumn tree
like a tarnished diamond
amidst jagged glass
like a punctured tire
gasping for air
like a lamp
with a burned out bulb
like a flashlight
with dead batteries
like a fountain
with no youth
like rusted pennies
with no wishes
like a sink
with no dishes
like super glue
with nothing to hold together
the leaf falls flat on a dark, cheapened ground, old
and hopeless, and hungry
and apart.
poem by Jacob Erincilberto
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