Penetrating
My room was blackish
i lighted the candle light
and started penetrating the flame-beau
when my thoughts were nil
the flame-beau was blazing
i became conscious and understood
life become fascinating
when we start penetrating.
poem by Swetha Reddy
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My Old Flame
Arthur johnson / sam coslow
My old flame
I cant even think of his name
But its funny now and then
How my thoughts go flashing back again
To my old flame
My old flame
My new lovers all seem so tame
For I havent met a gent
So innocent or elegant
As my old flame
Ive met so many men
With fascinating ways
A fascinating gaze in their eyes
Som who sent me up to the skies
But their attempts at love
Were only imitations of
My old flame
I cant even think of his name
But Ill never be the same
Untill I discover what became
Of my old flame
Ive met so many men
With fascinating ways
A fascinating gaze in their eyes
Som who sent me up to the skies
But their attempts at love
Were only imitations of
My old flame
I cant even think of his name
But Ill never be the same
Untill I discover what became
Of my old flame
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Fascinating Figures In A Flickering Candle Light
The candle flickering
throws fascinating figures
to dance across the walls.
Silhouettes that move
in opulent rhythms,
which are hidden, from our ears.
Fascinating figures that capture
all our imagination can see,
dancing on a faint breeze
that wafts the candle flame
in jubilant games
into the darkened night.
We sit mesmerized by it all
as the silhouettes dance
and sway across the walls,
brought to life by
the flickering candle light.
poem by David Harris
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Love Is Like A Candle
Sometimes a candle flickers
as if it is going out.
The light will dim a bit,
but with some loving care,
the flame will rekindle there.
Love is like a candle,
sometimes its light might fade.
It just needs a little something
to rekindle the flame
of passion again.
7 April 2008
poem by David Harris
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The Flickering Flame of Life
As dusk was creeping in, one winter’s evening,
I lit a candle to add to the peaceful ambiance.
Sitting, with my coffee on the table by my side
the flickering flame soon had me entranced.
I began to compare my life to a new candle,
remembering that I used to be proud and tall.
Like a candle I just got on with my business
working and playing without fuss at all.
With the flickering flame I also had parity,
when new it burned small but bright,
but as it grew it became more illuminating,
and at its peak it danced all night.
Throughout life I shed tears as did the candle,
also aged, as it flickered the hours away.
Sadly I know when its light flickers no more,
my breath will similarly cease at the end of my days.
poem by Orlando Belo
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~ Beau John Keats ~
~ BEAU JOHN KEATS ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK.
11.12.09.
Boiledegg white face
Curly cloudy indocile hair
Deer spry eyes
Hellenic nose
Steeping neck, a
Pisa Leaning Tower
With a Ruby dot
Accentuated malars, flushing
Sliced watermelon leafy lips
Smile runnel flowething
Ivory leggy the Dame!
In the gamut of twinkly beamish
Streamlet of blue blood
Floweth up visibly
From bosom
Liquid fire
On nude neck
Beguiling!
Many dived
In bosoms to die
To dye in blue beauty
Poison blue.
Like tempest
Boisterous Beau
Nears closes to Dame.
Flower Krishnachura
Glowing breathing
Fire flame
Singing adieu
Bon voyage to Beau?
Those blued fire
Entice, Lure
Coy Decoy Beau
Impulsively enjoy
Dying in
Steeping neck
Bohemian bosom
Fire flames burping.
Beau diffuses for
Blooming death…
Engages in Dame’s
Ruby dot draw
Lip mark slick silken.
.
Beau John Keats says,
‘Hey Dame enter in you
With body mind cargo
Constellate your
Geometric corpus by
Fragmented blue miniscule
With a smile face wear’.
For blue beauty poison
Helplessly yet sincerely
Dame pules mewls for
Inevitable eventually
Of Beau John Keats.
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Copy right reserved by the author
.
.
…
poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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The Standing Flame
Than anniversary is here,
That day the earth stood still in fear…
When the candle of life
Withdrew its flame
And the light came crashing down in pain.
Then man stood together,
Restoring great optimism for this september.
Of this state united
And standing against terror.
Reigniting this passion,
Rising tall for the world to see.
That this flame has bound together
And forever will this flame be
Sky high, In remembrance of unity.
poem by Chris Cariad
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One
just like anything that you did in the past
you started like
a gasoline spilled
on the cemented road
and a matchstick lighted
it and the fire ran
like a will o'wisp
but as usual it was
just a very short
procedure
of a flame
that once lighted
your
paths of pain
your wish for relief
and then everything
simply turned off automatically
and you
began to do something
new & strange
that which shall not cease
your way of
breathing life to another life......
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Finally
just like anything that you did in the past
you started like
a
gasoline spilled
on the cemented road
and a matchstick lighted
it and the fire ran
like a will o'wisp
but as usual it was
just a very short
procedure
of a flame
that once lighted
your
paths of pain
your wish for relief
and then everything
simply turned off automatically
and you
began to do something
new & strange
that which shall not cease
your way of
breathing life to another life......
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Penetration
The mountain peak is penetrating the sky,
That lead sky, hidden behind the indigo clouds,
Tapping with its shade the rain shower,
Which beats the world of emaciated feelings,
Those feelings keeping the encroached souls
In a mesh of life without hope
And in a framework of themselves.
The sky is penetrating the mountain
In its valley's green depth
To the place, where
The life's last illusion flows
In the middle of the chasms,
Where the running water galvanizes
The gold silence,
Weary wandering seemingly to nowhere,
Trying to vanquish its metamorphosis
In the time sight
And on the time ear.
The echo of its sound
Is penetrating a new spring in its own,
When the absence of the old one
Means not forgetfulness,
Unlocking the ubiquitous meanders,
Making the rain to shine.
The cold gray stones
With their arms and their breasts
Are freaking the pick of their thoughts,
The strength of their iron veins
And their paradoxical conundrum
Like a voice, which is still alive,
Or like a mysterious touch.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Candle of Hope
Candle of Hope
Lost within space and time,
I am running, as I am
Following the stars before me-
Inside of my mind,
All I can see are moments of madness.
My hair, blowing in the wind, behind me, as I
Dash away from all that I fear,
My thoughts are far away from
Every moment in time,
As I am searching for a ray of hope to hold onto as
None of my dreams have ever
Come true-
If I could light a candle,
Perhaps its flame would guide me towards a miracle-
A miracle of my most promising fantasies becoming reality-
Where the darkness of night
Would transform to the levity of daybreak at sunrise-
I am lost in space and time, where
My world continues to darken-
Life has always been a bizarre journey for me where
Hope has yet to be found-
It is the stars that have given me an increment of light,
Illuminating a pathway before me, to give me
Some small hope that I would awaken
In some other world where
Love, fortune and peace of mind would
Overshadow mistrust and sadness-
I whisper in thought, somewhere in the back of my mind-
Light me a candle with a flame so bright,
That will break through dark clouds of doubt-
Whereby I would be running forward in time,
Finding wealth, joy, and hope never ending
As the flame on that candle
Would burn for an eternity
Only to guide me forward, not backward,
Leaving that life of misfortune behind me-
Claudia Krizay
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Flame on firE
if your not interested
in building to this flame
your only fuel to my fire
as you liquify the gas
i burn deeper and dance higher
my flame wont even let fire pass
without my light getting brighter
i bring dead ashes back to life
you can come full torch
all i need is my lighter
there is nothing too blazing
for my beacon to scorch
radiant with heat
luminously spicy like lust under the sheet
or burnt rubber on tire
you pick your simile or metaphor
my flame is on fire
poem by Jahrae Lii
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Candle Of Hope
In incandescing moods,
we fly on silver wings
around a blue tinted moon
igniting failing stars
with a candle of hope.
Our wings of silver
sparkle in the sun
as we sail in a cosmic smile
looking down on frailing things
touching them with the gentle flame
from our candle of hope.
Rejuvenating all of whom
touch the candle flame,
awakening their inner light
so it will shine bright again.
10 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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Welcome To Heartlight
I like the love
And I like the peaceful
I wish everyone I know could
Stand in the heartlight
I hold the hand
I walk with the teacher
We welcome in the mornin
Singing together
Can you feel the love thats in my heart
Can you see the flame we got to start
Burnin like a beacon in the night
O welcome to heartlight
Chorus:
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh welcome to heartlight
Im like the rain
cause I like your thunder
I know weve learned to live together
Here in the heartlight
Stand in the dark
Oh, oh and Ill light a candle
And then well dance it in the moonlight
Until the sunrise
Can you feel the love thats in my heart
Cant you see the flame weve got to start
Burnin like a beacon in the night
O welcome to heartlight
Chorus
Can you feel the love thats in my heart
Cant you see the flame weve got to start
Burnin like a beacon in the night
O welcome to heartlight
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh welcome to heartlight
(kids continue to sing oh oooh heart of light...)
While kenny ad libs.... heart of light, heart of light....
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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Heartlight
I like the love
And I like the peaceful
I wish everyone I know could
Stand in the heartlight
I hold the hand
I walk with the teacher
We welcome in the mornin
Singing together
Can you feel the love thats in my heart
Can you see the flame we got to start
Burnin like a beacon in the night
O welcome to heartlight
Chorus:
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh welcome to heartlight
Im like the rain
cause I like your thunder
I know weve learned to live together
Here in the heartlight
Stand in the dark
Oh, oh and Ill light a candle
And then well dance it in the moonlight
Until the sunrise
Can you feel the love thats in my heart
Cant you see the flame weve got to start
Burnin like a beacon in the night
O welcome to heartlight
Chorus
Can you feel the love thats in my heart
Cant you see the flame weve got to start
Burnin like a beacon in the night
O welcome to heartlight
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh welcome to heartlight
(kids continue to sing oh oooh heart of light...)
While kenny ad libs.... heart of light, heart of light....
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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Winter Night
It snowed and snowed ,the whole world over,
Snow swept the world from end to end.
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned.
As during summer midges swarm
To beat their wings against a flame
Out in the yard the snowflakes swarmed
To beat against the window pane
The blizzard sculptured on the glass
Designs of arrows and of whorls.
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned.
Distorted shadows fell
Upon the lighted ceiling:
Shadows of crossed arms,of crossed legs-
Of crossed destiny.
Two tiny shoes fell to the floor
And thudded.
A candle on a nightstand shed wax tears
Upon a dress.
All things vanished within
The snowy murk-white,hoary.
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned.
A corner draft fluttered the flame
And the white fever of temptation
Upswept its angel wings that cast
A cruciform shadow
It snowed hard throughout the month
Of February, and almost constantly
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned.
poem by Boris Pasternak
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A Candle In The Window
Written by susan longacre, walt aldridge, and gary baker
Theres a road that I remember leading to a special place
Where the door was always open to a smiling face
Theres a picture on the mantle of a boy that looks like me
Its always the same, theres a stocking with my name
And a candle in the window, a flame against the night
Theres a candle in the window, its like gods perfect light
It dont take a lot of money to know what riches are
Just a candle in the window
Maybe its just wishful thiking I can hear the sleigh bells ring
Almost taste teh pie shes baking, its christmas eve
And theres a candle in the window, a flame against the night
The candle in the window, its like gods perfect light
It dont take a lot of money to know what riches are
Just a candle in the window and christmas in your heart
Wherever the years may take me no matter how far I go
Theres going to be a candle burning, its always nice to know
It dont take a lot of money to know what riches are
Just a candle in the window and christmas in your heart
song performed by by Alabama
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Known
Blackness deeper and darker
They exist and abide
Expuling, illuminating
Annalianating that
Which secreats cold more penetrating
Concentrated, absorbing
Darkeness,
The absence of that which is necessary
Tangible
Drawing life out from the depths
All consuming
Everywhere
Yet no where
A flame
From distant Angels
Out from nothingness
Shining
Congregating, massing
To form
That which is equal and opposite
To what is known as true
poem by Autumn Winds
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The candle and the fly
A woman in love is a candle;
Her love and the candle’s flame are to burn.
Her pining is the candle’s burning.
They pine and burn and exhaust themselves.
A man in love is like a fly;
Both are in flight towards their targets
Of love and flame, to which they succumb
By one longing and the other by falling.
The candle is burnt; so is the beloved.
The fly is burnt; so is the lover.
No doubt, the end for them is mere ash
But their pursuits gave them enough push.
27.10.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Candlelight
So many bees, who know so much
that only bees can tell,
gave their life’s devotion
to this single source of light;
silent whisper for your attention
to what it has to tell your sight,
before its substance burns, returns
into the upper air…
gently burns on altar, or scented in the bathroom’s grace;
or here in front of you, gentle hypnotist
for the wandering mind;
to which it has so much to tell..
tells of humility; gently burning
in a stable, before a birth;
tells of loving-kindness; gives itself,
yet asks for nothing but to be itself;
tells of worship: worship, first, of what the bees are;
and here in this honey-coloured form
is their own worship;
waxing silent in murmured devotion;
warming miraculously, into liquid wax;
only love can be so liquid;
only love can reach so far;
liquid, warmed into this present light:
the candle’s flame you know so well
yet cannot shape or hold;
already, candle hints to you
that there is that beyond all sense:
for round its light, air’s gently warmed:
drawing the flame itself into the invisible above
like the soul that’s yearning for its homeland;
and beyond, within, that air you cannot see
unless it moves some other thing,
it lights the space – space which is not
bathroom, altar; but all space;
candle tells you of all that;
draws the mind with steady, silent truth
to all creation in a single flame;
flame that asks for naught of you
but your attention; which it will reward
by telling you in stillness,
what you worship in yourself;
the light of self, that shines before all men
and glorifies its maker
like a gentle flame that cannot be put out.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Will It Be Painfull
will it be painfull?
tears are approaching
my feelings and emotions
are ruff as im growing
my decisions are brewing
and it mixes so fluently
sometimes i need to remember im me
will it hurt?
i start to learn
that no matter how much i do and earn
ill still be lower than dirt
im not always sure
and i hate to argue my side
when no ones listening
and it seem i got ditched again
do i really care?
am i maniacle?
thoughts are lent towards synacle
and maybe i understand
from hell and beyond
whats the fucking point?
why would i care about my problems?
when my whole life i've been told that
i will never know how to solve them
i might as well accept the consequences
not knowing how deal with this and this and this
i'll roll it off my shoulder i guess
will i cry?
i cant hold a flame to your blazing candle
when the world seems like its to much to handle
i wonder..wonder..and wonder.. will it be painfull?