Humility
While drinking the long night
you became taller than the eternal
question, bitten by the moon.
Witchhunting will not stop
in oligarchy. A human right
stands on the ivory gate to enter the dust.
The weightlessness is paraded
nude amongst the full-lipped
follies of ornamental speech.
The duende was lacking in palace.
Rivals held the moonlight.
Now the muse will become celibate.
A giant mantis hops on a podium
to bless the dying god, and the candle
burns whole night.
poem by Satish Verma
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Birthday Remembrances
So true it is that time stands still for none;
Run it swiftly or life's race won't be won;
Idleness leads to dreams of days gone by;
The hands of time rapidly continue to fly;
Days seem to pass as fast as dawn arises;
Night falls just as quickly as the sun rises;
Dusk disappears as midnight doth aspire;
Judgment gives way to dreams of desire;
Calendar all: give everything its own date;
Putting priorities first, all things straight;
Remembrance of the day you were born;
Whence you came; where you were torn;
From GOD's Heavenly Angelic throne;
Cast from dust; sheathed in earthen home;
An ivory palace; abundance of agape love;
Silver cord binding; to a sanctuary above;
Many an angel stands guard at our gate;
As sure as birth, death comes on to wait;
Yet not death, but eternal life; the present;
For trusting the Word; into His presence!
poem by Joseph Blitch
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Come, Night...
come, night...
night of the holy,
open arms outstretched,
wrapping all that hurts
and burns in cooling blackness.
come, night,
night of the candle lit,
of the curtains blown,
of the silent whispers.
come, night,
night of the glass upturned,
of the laughter of comrades,
of the talking of the eyes.
come, night,
night of the bodies wrapped,
the tongues electric,
the hardness and the wetness.
come, night,
night of quiet reflection,
of soulful introspection,
of prayer beyond words.
come, night,
night of sleep eternal,
of the wind that leaves the body,
and searches the depths of emptiness.
come, night...
let us walk!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Eternal Promise Love
a wonderful line
to inspire a poetic journey
into eternal love
shines radiant
every clear night full moon
from above
who within
silver candle light would deny love
her right?
a divine line
of such promise does sing to me in
silver moonlight
eternal promise
love God wrote into souls to
mirror starlight
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Happy Holi!
On Dol Poornima
When the dark night
Dispels itself
Into the silvery light
of the Full Moon's
Luminescence.
In those beams of
Its translucent
Whites
You'll see how the
Moon delights :)
In playing this Festival
of Colours
With the night's
Greys and blacks
of shadowy sights!
And then you'll realise
That the eternal moon
Has always loved its
Companion - The Night.
For them, every moonlit
Night is a game of love
Playing....Happy Holi!
(Dol means Holi in Bengali. Poornima means Full Moon. Dol Poornima implies the Full Moon Holi Night.)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Valentine's without you
In the Night of Valentine's.
The lovers recreate and drinking wine.
The candles floodlight the the tables when they dine
in the star-full sky the love moon shines
Despite me
In is the Night of Valentine's.
Im crying, Wiping my tears
I'm dying & saying that I'm fine
In the Night of Valentine's.
You said that u'll return tomorrow
and now it's 2009
When will u come?
till when I should wait?
please' just give me a sign
It is the night of valentine's
Do you hear me?
poem by Shahad Raad
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I Got The Sun In The Morning
Taking stock of what I have and what I haven't
What do I find?
The things I got will keep me satisfied
Checking up on what I have and what I haven't
What do I find?
A healthy balance on the credit side
Got no diamond
Got no pearl
Still I think I'm a lucky girl
I got the sun in the morning and the moon at night
I got the sun in the morning and the moon at night
Got no mansion
Got no yacht
Still I'm happy with what I got
I got the sun in the morning and the moon at night
I got the sun in the morning and the moon at night
Sunshine
Gives me a lovely day
Moonlight
Gives me the Milky Way
Got no checkbooks
Got no banks
Still I'd like to express my thanks
I got the sun in the morning and the moon at night
I got the sun in the morning and the moon at night
And with the sun in the morning
And the moon in the evening
I'm all right
[2]
Got no mansion
Got no yacht
Still I'm happy with what I got
I got the sun in the morning and the moon at night
I got the sun in the morning and the moon at night
Got no silver
Got no gold
What I got can't be bought or sold
I got the sun in the morning and the moon at night
I got the sun in the morning and the moon at night
Sunshine
Gives me a lovely day
Moonlight
Gives me the Milky Way
Got no checkbooks
Got no banks
Still I'd like to express my thanks
I got the sun in the morning and the moon at night
And with the sun in the morning
And the moon in the evening
I'm all right
[3]
Sunshine
Gives me a lovely day
Moonlight
Gives me the Milky Way
Got no heirlooms
For my kin
Made no will but when I cash in
I leave the sun in the morning and the moon at night
And with the sun in the morning
And the moon in the evening they're all right
song performed by by Irving Berlin
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Nocturne
The earth, still heavy and warm with afternoon,
Dazed by the moon:
The earth, tormented with the moon’s light,
Wandering in the night:
La, La, The moon is a lovely thing to see—
The moon is an agony.
Full moon, moon rise, the old old pain
Of brightness in dilated eyes,
The ache of still
Elbows leaning on the narrow sill,
Of motionless cold hands upon the wet
Marble of the parapet,
Of open eyelids of a child behind
The crooked glimmer of the windown blind,
Of sliding faint remindful squares
Across the lamplight on the rocking-chairs:
Why do we stand so late
Stiff fingers on the moonlit gate?
Why do we stand
To watch so long the fall of moonlight on the sand?
What is it we cannot recall?
Tormented by the moon’s light
The earth turns maundering through the night.
poem by Archibald MacLeish
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Privilege
We on behalf of the entire human race
Serving you this privilege notice
Stop killing stop killing stop killing
Stop killing innocent men women
And children and also animals birds trees
Stop raping them
Stop starving them.
See the candle of humanity in our hand
Ihis candle is against corrupt people
This candle is against murders invaders
This candle is against rapists and looters
This candle is against and against all acts
That are against human race and humanities.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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I Will Not Be With You
Remember if I
cannot be with you.
I will not be with you.
My love.
The choice is yours.
For a little longer.
My love.
Not for eternity,
or for as long as
the stars,
will shine
in the heavens,
above my love.
The choice is only yours.
For a little longer. My love.
I will soon blaze away
like a comet my love.
Remember if I cannot
be with you. My love.
You should fall
under the spell
of the moon. My love.
You should follow
the passions of a lover’s
moon. My love.
You should make love
in the night, under moonlight,
with me. My love.
In the pale moonlight,
our love will shine bright.
My love.
In the full moonlight,
our love will consume night.
My love.
In the full moonlight,
as bright as the sun,
radiant for us. My love.
The years are swiftly
speeding by.
My love.
The years are coming
and going like a comet’s
flight. My love.
The years are passing
and then we must die.
My love.
Then after I die
I cannot be with you.
After I die I cannot
be with you.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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How Great The Palace Stands
I
How great the palace stands
with its golden domes
in a city that is on seven hills,
snow white where it towers seven times.
As if everything holy, righteous and wonderful
comes to stature in it,
where hymns are constantly sung,
in the inner court and at the outside
with a central stela as a sign
of life originating, pointing into the air,
with the moon and sun meeting,
rises and dies as in ancient heathen worship,
circled twice,
almost like the throne of God Himself
and year in and out
have been seen as the very fortress against evil.
This place is full of light and darkness that mixes,
much like the checked surface of a chess board,
maybe symbolic of a cycle of life and death,
that is eternal for these people?
II
After a journey over the whole earth,
coming from far as a pilgrim,
the traveller looks at the big palace,
later he stops in front of a copper door,
where there are soldiers on guard duty
and these symbols are depicted on that door:
Jesus Christ on the cross, the death of Mary,
death by torture, death on earth,
or in space,
symbols of the communion,
a vine and sheaf of wheat
and on the edge of the door
birds of the night and day
and thus again light and darkness:
a dead dove, a sleeping guinea pig,
a hedgehog, a night owl,
a tortoise bitten to death by a snake
and a threatening raven.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Man In The Moon
I am the man in the moon
And I hope to shine upon you very soon
Waiting in the night
To bathe you all in moonlight
I am the man
I am the man in the moon
Silently revolving
Wandering through the heavens above
On my own
Round and round and round I go
When I stop no one will know
I am a creature of the night
And I hope to come and shed a little light
Although the universe our teacher
I remain the central feature
I am the man
I am the man in the moon
Round and round and round I go
When I stop no one will know
Silently revolving
Wandering through the heavens above
On my own
I am the man in the moon
Round and round
And I hope to shine upon you very soon
Round and round
Waiting in the night
To bathe you all in moonlight
I am the man
I am the man in the moon
Round and round and round I go
When I stop no one will know
Round and round and round I go
When I stop no one will know
Round and round and round I go
When I stop no one will know
Round and round and round I go
When I stop no one will know
Its that old devil moon
Its that old devil moon
song performed by by Yes
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Man In The Moon
I am the man in the moon
And I hope to shine upon you very soon
Waiting in the night
To bathe you all in moonlight
I am the man
I am the man in the moon
Silently revolving
Wandering through the heavens above
On my own
Round and round and round I go
When I stop no one will know
I am a creature of the night
And I hope to come and shed a little light
Although the universe our teacher
I remain the central feature
I am the man
I am the man in the moon
Round and round and round I go
When I stop no one will know
Silently revolving
Wandering through the heavens above
On my own
I am the man in the moon
Round and round
And I hope to shine upon you very soon
Round and round
Waiting in the night
To bathe you all in moonlight
I am the man
I am the man in the moon
Round and round and round I go
When I stop no one will know
Round and round and round I go
When I stop no one will know
Round and round and round I go
When I stop no one will know
Round and round and round I go
When I stop no one will know
Its that old devil moon
Its that old devil moon
song performed by by Yes
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Full Moon
Havent you noticed a kind of madness in my eyes?
Its only me, dear, in my midnight disguise.
Pay no attention if I crawl across the room.
Its just another full moon.
Dont be afraid of me when Im walking in my sleep.
Dont get alarmed, dear, when I start to crawl and creep.
Try not to listen when I mumble like a loon.
Its just another full moon.
Its just another full moon.
You see before you a truly broken man.
cause when it gets to midnight, I dont know who I am.
Full moons a-callin, and its put a curse on me,
And it will never set me free.
The full moons still up there,
Like a great white balloon.
The owls are a-callin,
And theyre singin my tune.
The night keeps a-callin.
I wish the day would come soon,
To get away from another full moon.
Here comes another full moon.
If your hands start shakin
When night starts to fall,
If youre scared of the moonlight
And the shadows on the wall,
If the face in the mirror
Isnt you at all,
Its just another full moon.
Its just another full moon.
La la la la la la.
La la la la la la.
La la la la la la.
La la la la la la.
Its just another full moon.
song performed by by Kinks
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Never is she shut #never is she shut
You are my Sun.
You are now set.
You brought me dawn
Everyday at ten.
You sent me dusk
Everyday at five.
Weekend two days,
You left me in dark.
You shone on me for brief,
But heavily, brightly
And deeply with warmth.
That referred warmth
Spread all the night.
I felt the shine of my Sun,
Off the dusk, at full night.
My night is brightly lit.
Now my sun is set.
Where is my dawn?
Where is my dusk?
Where is the sunny day?
Where is my beauty?
Who will there be to lit
My night-full day?
And dreaded night?
You be a Moon, now on.
Waxing and waning,
Be always on horizon
So that there comes
Once a while a full-moon,
To imbue me with life.
My day-less night
Is lit with Moonlight.
You be my stars, farther.
You twinkle and twinkle
At me high from horizon!
With your news, beckon!
With your heart, command!
I am in the bath of starlight.
My night-full day is lit.
My sun, though, is set,
No dark is there at night.
She is there as Moon.
She is there as Stars.
Though she is set as Sun.
I’m now a nocturnal.
She can never be set
Out of my heart and soul.
11.06.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ajisaka
I later that night, did not want to be alone, here
I want to watch the Night
when people around the palace, silence
Not to speak and speak sapa
Meditating on the Word of Natural hundreds of centuries ago
Turn of the year, the turn of the night
Many people around the court all night long
Blessed hope
Driving around the palace as night patrolling officers
A security guard in every alley, every street
Looked with suspicion on the doors are still open
Are there people still keep a watch on them
Or was sound asleep, and sleep in the cradle of his dreams
Meanwhile, night birds, flapping their wings looking in
Rays are still a crescent moon, a star pendarnya looking away
Reciting praises to Ida Sang Hyang Widi
Hopefully tonight mankind free from sambekala, when bebendu
The Teacher, Harjono, suck smile, advised:
If this works out in the puja and prayers,
Janga imitate the deeds of the most
Who does not know the meaning of the New Year
Do not surround the palace, as the act of the night watchmen
Nothing deities sprinkled fortune to surround the palace
You should go straight to face your King,
Do not just running around like a confused
And the night watchman.
The teacher, a long silence.
While the students, students in performances palace was silent.
Either know, or not, but all the notes.
The professor noted speech.
The Master, quietly leave, guided bicycle,
Pedaling slowly toward his home
Through the straight path
Malioboro.
Meanwhile Ajisaka sleeping on the streets
That reads the letters
When the books wallow policy
heaps scattered
in the library of the Palace of the King
sacred
along with letters
an heirloom that at any time in the look
human nature is so
very easy to forget
history
poem by Prasetya Utama
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Food For Thought
Ivory madonna dying in the dust,
Waiting for the manna coming from the west.
Barren is her bosom, empty as her eyes,
Death a certain harvest scattered from the skies.
Skin and bones is creeping, does'nt know he's dead.
Ancient eyes are peeping, from his infant head.
Politician's argue sharpening their knives.
Drawing up their bargains, trading baby lives.
(chorus)
Ivory madonna dying in the dust,
Waiting for the manna coming from the west.
Hear the bells are ringing, christmas on it's way.
Hear the angels singing, what is that they say?
Eat and drink rejoicing, joy is here to stay.
Jesus son of mary is born again today.
(chorus)
Ivory madonna dying in the dust,
Waiting for the manna coming from the west.
Ivory madonna dying in the dust,
Waiting for the manna coming from the west.
song performed by by Ub40
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Bitten
Brazen glass moon like ice eyes
Fever in the chill of her gothic mask
Bitten by a creature of moonlight
Bitten and stung by her fire and touch
I am in the corridors of wet pain
Covens laugh in the theater of soul
Is this haven?
Is this shelter?
I walk where wind ghosts dance
Her high heels prance like panthers
Candles of cinnamon witches
Goddess of ancient fire
Her wolves are hungry pets
Released from cages deep within
Misty ravens of the labyrinth of sin
Some of us are afraid of castles
Some men are bound like caskets
She has taken the key from the dungeon
She tells me of kneeling
Now the moon rises over the castle
Red and black actors in chains
Dreams of her body of lace lust
Her spell cast in the moonlight mist
Wrestle with your will and her beauty
Bitten and turning into her night
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Mantis Oh! Green Mantis....
Mantis Oh! green mantis
Have you ever seen ants?
Yes, I have seen armies, on march in the fields
Carrying food to stores
But I do always keep away
Or I would also be carried away!
Mantis Oh! green mantis
Have you ever seen antlions?
Yes I have seen many, lurking in their pits
Throwing up sand at times
But I do always keep away
Or I would also be thrown sand anyway!
Mantis Oh! green mantis
Have you ever seen elephants?
Yes, I have seen herds, nibbling in the woods
Blowing nose at times
But I do always keep away
Or I would also be blown off anyway!
Mantis Oh! green mantis
Have you ever seen us babes?
Yes, I have seen groups, of you naughty kids
Chasing butterflies
But I do always keep away
Or I would also be chased away!
poem by Dr PJ Raj Kamal
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Light and Dark
Yes, You are Dark
Like the Darkness
of the Night
And Yes, I am Fair
Like the Sweet
Moonlight.
Yet the Moon
And The Night
Co-exist
Together...
Complementing
Each other -
With their shades of
the Light and the Dark.
Brushing each other,
Like the soft caresses
Of my Fair Fingers
On your Dark Skin.
And one such
Moonlit Night,
I'll be the Moon
And you'll be the
Night -
Making love to you
With your consent,
If I might.
The light of my
Effervescent Love
Igniting -
The Inhibited Passions
In the Dark Dungeons
Of your shadowy life.
Flooding you with
Vibrant colours
So Bright -
As Beautiful
And Celestial
As the
Skyline Rainbow
And Eternal...
As the Ethereal
Moonlight.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Red Candle
Red candle burns romantic in the night
Lovers hide from the barren torn world
Wrapped in symbols of hope and future
World war seems far from the moonlit sea
Passionate red roses for sweet lovers
Night covers time with universal desire
Goya painted ominous murals of truth
This red candle burns like rivers of blood
Christmas seems so sad for a soldier
Will a nuclear bomb blow out this red candle?
Existential sex like Ann Frank's last birthday
Pound your drums and fight your causes
The horrible crows fly in Van Gogh's mind
Hiroshima burns with a fire from hell
Tonight the red candle is for silk and lace
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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