When Soul Walked Night Visions
once beautiful old copies
of battered dictionaries
aided solitary observations
of night harbor watches
wonderful meanings of words
in precise romantic terms
aided harbor office night shifts
as hourly observing Hailey's
comet arch across star lit skies
of wonder youth dreaming days
when soul walked night visions
heart beat rhythm echoed eternities
words cosmic flowed into veins
spirit mystic climbed heavens stairs
eyes restless waited long hours
trying to perceive velvet images
poem by Terence George Craddock
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In Port
Out of the fires of the sunset come we again to our own
We have girdled the world in our sailing under many an orient star;
Still to our battered canvas the scents of the spice gales cling,
And our hearts are swelling within us as we cross the harbor bar.
Beyond are the dusky hills where the twilight hangs in the pine trees,
Below are the lights of home where are watching the tender eyes
We have dreamed of on fretted seas in the hours of long night-watches,
Ever a beacon to us as we looked to the stranger skies.
Hark! how the wind comes out of the haven's arms to greet us,
Bringing with it the song that is sung on the ancient shore!
Shipmates, furl we our sailswe have left the seas behind us,
Gladly finding at last our homes and our loves once more.
poem by Lucy Maud Montgomery
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Maritime Poem
In the blue harbor of your eyes
Blow rains of melodious lights,
Dizzy suns and sails
Painting their voyage to endlessness.
In the blue harbor of your eyes
Is an open sea window,
And birds appear in the distance
Searching for islands still unborn.
In the blue harbor of your eyes
Snow falls in July.
Ships laden with turquoise
Spill over the sea and are not drowned.
In the blue harbor of your eyes
I run on the scattered rocks like a child
Breathing the fragrance of the sea
And return an exhausted bird.
In the blue harbor of your eyes
Stones sing in the night.
Who has hidden a thousand poems
In the closed book of your eyes?
If only, if only I were a sailor,
If only somebody'd give me a boat,
I would furl my sails each evening
In the blue harbor of your eyes.
poem by Nizar Qabbani
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Starstruck
So awe inspiring, just magic,
Head up to those twinkling skies.
Yes a feeling, very cosmic.
Observing with'Starstruck' eyes.
I stood there just looking,
Words I search to find.
Then they came, so fitting,
Certain words come to mind,
'Pin-holes in the curtain of night',
That line from the film, 'Highlander'.
A beautifully fantastic sight,
A sight of absolute wonder.
Twenty plus years, for that night,
Countryside skies so clear.
Because of pollution blight,
Urban sprawl, couldn't get near.
Glorious yet sad,
We forget what we had!
poem by Guy Lipmore
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Harbor Lights
(words & music by h. williams - j. kennedy)
I saw the harbor lights
They only told me we were parting
Those same old harbor lights
That once brought you to me.
I watched the harbor lights
How could I help it?
Tears were starting.
Good-bye to golden nights
Beside the silvery seas.
I long to hold you dear,
And kiss you just once more.
But you were on the ship,
And I was on the shore.
Now I know lonely nights
For all the while my heart keeps praying
That someday harbor lights
Will bring you back to me.
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Before My Eyes
I see before my eyes the wonderful words,
Speak them around the mouth to sustain,
So that meanings are clear to the birds.
I saw so many reasons to master and also afterwards,
Seen so many sessions of praise of this book to attain,
I see before my eyes the wonderful words.
Created and longed for, the books and pages are blizzards,
Looking for times so tight with sin again,
So that meanings are clear to the birds.
May we attain longevity when we read books backwards,
Leaning against the wall to hasten the air plane,
I see before my eyes the wonderful words.
Pleasing us one way is like living a way of life with hazards,
Leading is a disease of words, so frightening for after pain,
So that meanings are clear to the birds.
Can the heraldry of our country be the same innards,
Liking this sign captures the books’ meanings from the brain,
So that meanings are clear to the birds,
I see before my eyes the wonderful words.
poem by Naveed Akram
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My Cavalier And My Friends
Long nights I was right there
Waited for you to come
The tears flowed up of my heart
The days became so long
The time has stopped there
Since the day you've gone
Years still are humbling by
Your words still like a knife are hurting my heart
Yet all still there in my heart
I gather them in my hands
I count them every day
I kiss them one by one
Once I forget that you've gone
My heart begins to fly
Flies again up there with the birds begins to sing love songs
Yea this is the where I always wanted to be
I become once again the most beautiful goddess of love
How amazing is the view of the life when I watch it from the sky
But I'm not there any more at once I return back to ground
Ah you were my honest cavalier and your words always expected to be real than real
Never thought that they could be unreal
Since you've gone my love
Across the nights I'm always alone
Untill me and the night became friends
He saw my aches and felt my heart pain
The night and his friends are my dearest friends
Every time I cry they come out of my dark clouds
We all begin to play games
The night and the moon and the stars with the sky
We all are good friends
Once I begin to cry they begin mocking to make me smile
Ah my love now I have lot of friends to take care of your pain.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Hours Continuing Long
HOURS continuing long, sore and heavy-hearted,
Hours of the dusk, when I withdraw to a lonesome and unfrequented
spot, seating myself, leaning my face in my hands;
Hours sleepless, deep in the night, when I go forth, speeding swiftly
the country roads, or through the city streets, or pacing miles
and miles, stifling plaintive cries;
Hours discouraged, distracted--for the one I cannot content myself
without, soon I saw him content himself without me;
Hours when I am forgotten, (O weeks and months are passing, but I
believe I am never to forget!)
Sullen and suffering hours! (I am ashamed--but it is useless--I am
what I am;)
Hours of my torment--I wonder if other men ever have the like, out of
the like feelings?
Is there even one other like me--distracted--his friend, his lover,
lost to him?
Is he too as I am now? Does he still rise in the morning, dejected,
thinking who is lost to him? and at night, awaking, think who
is lost?
Does he too harbor his friendship silent and endless? harbor his
anguish and passion? 10
Does some stray reminder, or the casual mention of a name, bring the
fit back upon him, taciturn and deprest?
Does he see himself reflected in me? In these hours, does he see the
face of his hours reflected?
poem by Walt Whitman
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Dance the Night Away
Dance the night away
For a beautiful dreaming
Meet your longing in a day
Like a daybreak beaming
Romantic feelings inside
That in night you found
Thru your day will glide
Till your dreams come around
Dance the night to heart
Find shades you adore
It’s a fresh morning start
Like your own wishing star
All the moods in the hour
From a moon-lited night
Is your blooming flower
In your romantic flight
Dance the night and find
What dreams are made of
Leave your worries behind
On dream wings and its love
If you still are in doubt
In a nighttime like this
Look at clouds far about
In their magic and bliss
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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A Desire To Know Deep Meanings
Dictionary!
My Dictionary!
Raise it high in your right hand!
We shall use it
we shall use it to explore
to seek out...
the meaning of words
the meaning behind words
the multiple hidden meaning of life.
Amen.
Because modern computer dictionaries
really blow... they do, not, contain,
varied rich poetical meanings of words...
as some of my youthful dictionaries did
stimulating imagination, thought, wonder,
stimulating a desire to know deep meanings...
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I Have Waited So Long
I have waited oh, so long
Please dont tell me baby I was wrong
Dreaming of you every night
Holding back until the time was right
Ive counted the days, day after day
Since weve been apart
Now Ive found my way, Ive found my way
Right back to your heart
Ive been searching for you every where
Calling you, but you were never there
Seeking in the dark of night
Hoping one day you would shine a light
Ive counted each day, day after day
Since weve been apart
Now Ive found my way, Ive found my way
Right back to your heart
I have waited oh, so long
Please dont tell me baby I was wrong
Dreaming of you every night, every night, every night
Holding back until the time was right
Ooh, I have waited so long
Aah, dont tell me I was wrong
I dream of you, Im dreaming of you baby
Dont go away
song performed by by Foreigner
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Some Silence, Some Words
Today somewhere a mirror broke
And a music of end splashed in the pages of time,
Someone lost his meanings in the broken mirror..
And an unending silence flowed
Many things happen silently, , ,
How the silent weeping of the lost meaning wander in the depth of the night, , ,
I unveil the sea of darkness...i find only silence
And the music of the end keeps on splashing around
Life is all about some silence and some words…
Far away a poet was looking for words, .
And a poem was seeking for its understanding, ,
for the heart where words dwell with meanings, ,
As long as they both were away everything was all right...
And when they met, , ,
the poet lamented on the end of words of the poem, , ,
and the poem on the unending silence of the poet, , , , ,
poems are not about understanding....
poet is not about words, , , ,
The Stars Remain
When our lives are over
and our mortal being
has withered to dust.
When our remains are scattered
amongst the prevailing wind,
the stars will remain
to guide those who follow
in our footsteps through time.
The stars will remain
embedded in the velvet night.
Millions and millions of them
up where we perceive
heaven somewhere lies.
We are told all of us have one,
a star that will always remain to shine bright.
A star to guide the lost
on a cold and lonely night,
a star to look down
on all creation
for as long as it survives.
The stars will remain
no matter what we do.
They remain there forever
embedded in the velvet night.
9 December 2011
poem by David Harris
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Solace
I have carried this broken heart,
From one sunrise to another sunset,
With a thousand years of pain,
Your parting words still echoed in my dry veins.
In this silent night in a silent valley,
I cried alone,
Unstoppable stream of salty tears flowed my sunken cheeks,
A million stars watching,
Here, I hope to find solace.
poem by Desert Life
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Anthem For Christmas
Words: gloria gaither
Music: michael w. smith
In the space of the beginning
Was the living word of light
When this word was clearly spoken
All that came to be was right
All creation had a language
Words to say what must be said
All day long the heavens whispered
Signing words in scarlet red
Some failed to understand it
So God spoke his final word
On a silent night in judahs
Hills a babys cry was heard
Glory! sang the angel chorus
Glory! echoed back the night
Love has come to walk among us
Christ the lord is born this night
All creation sing his praises
Earth and heaven praise his name
All who live come join the chorus
Find the words his love proclaim
Find the words his love proclaim
song performed by by Michael W. Smith
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Sweet welcome summer night
Sweet welcome summer night
Brought in the breezes that waft
Across the port of coolness where waves sleep
Lights flicker on Saint Angelo lazily.
The night is dreaming, the night is dreaming.
Far far inward the Bighi lights
Flicker red and white and red predominant
Into the long night
The long and winding night
As in a tunnel of drowsiness
In the long silence that hovers
Over the small cemetery unused.
The night is dreaming, the night is dreaming quite.
The night is leaning, looking over the rails
From the Upper Barracca on the port
The dreaming port where ships and skiffs
Forget past wars and dream of all but past:
The night is dreaming, the night is dreaming quite.
poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
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Paint The Sky With Stars
Suddenly before my eyes
Hues of indigo rise
With them how my spirit sighs
Paint the sky with stars
Only night will ever know
Why the heavens never show
All the dreams there are to know
Paint the sky with stars
Who has paced the mightnight sky
So a spirit has to fly
As the heavens seem so far
Now who will paint the midnight star?
Night has brought to those who sleep
Only dreams they cannot keep
I have legends in the deep
Paint the sky with stars
Who has paced the midnight sky
So a spirit has to fly
As the heaven seem so far
Now who will paint the midnight star?
Place a name upon the night
One to set your heart alight
And to make the darkness bright
Paint the sky with stars
song performed by by Enya
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Rhythm Of Love
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine
Lets spend the night together
I know you want it too
The magic of the moment
Is what Ive got for you
The heartbeat of this night
Is made to lose control
And there is something in your eyes
Thats longing for some more
Let us find together
The beat were looking for
The rhythm of love
Keeps me dancing on the road
The rhythm of love
Got the groove that hits the bone
The rhythm of love
Is the game Im looking for
The rhythm of love
Is the heartbeat of my soul
Lets reach the top together
One night will never do
An exploding shot of pleasure
Is what Ive got for you
Why dont you close your eyes
And let your feeling grow
I make you feel the taste of life
Until your love will flow
Let us find together
The beat were longing for
The rhythm of love
Keeps me dancing on the road
The rhythm of love
Got the groove that hits the bone
The ryhthm of love
Is the game Im looking for
The rhythm of love
Is the heartbeat of my soul
Let us find together
The beat were looking for
song performed by by Scorpions
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Making Of A Poem
What's a poem?
It's a metaphor, it's a metaphor,
What's a metaphor?
'It is a device for seeing something in terms of something else.
It brings out the thisness of that, or a thatness of this.'
How do I write a metaphor?
Think of rain as the cry of the heavens,
Think of love as a rose,
Think of burning candle as the agony of a lonely heart.
How do I piece together metaphors?
On a moonlit night, I see my love reflected in the moon's silvery light,
Holding her tight, I smell the fragrance of jasmine tonight,
Adoring her smile, I see the beauty of monarch butterflies,
Staring in her eyes, I see the oasis of love in my high desert lonely life.
How do I write a poem?
I love her but have not a spoken a word.
You have the inspiration, put in some romantic words.
On a beautiful moon lit night, I wonder who is prettier,
When I look at you, I forget about the moon.
Knit together love, loneliness, fear and tears of heart,
Into a beautiful tapestry of emotions and feelings that mask your heart,
Stitch some metaphors, make it a heartwarming comforter.
poem by Jay P Narain
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We Walked Together In The Night
We walked together in the night
Hand in hand, intertwined
It was like a magical dream
I just couldn't believe
We walked together in the night
My heart raced on as if I might die
You calmed me down and told me everything would be alright
We walked together in the night
Just you and I
You held my hand, you held me close
You protected me, and kept me safe
We walked together in the night
That night was the best time of my life
Time I spent with you
We walked together in the night
We're just best friends....
But does this date mean anything?
We walked together in the night
We laughed, We played
We were nervous, We were afraid
What might happen after this night?
We walked together in the night
You took me out to the movies
You took me back to my house
Everything was perfect then
Until I ruined it...
I walked away with tears in my eyes.....I ruined it
I walked back home alone that night...because we weren't ready to date just yet
poem by Starrbox Munoz
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Hopeless Dreamer
The night air brings a chill
As I gaze at the sky
Hopeless dreamer, hopeless romantic
Always waiting....that is I
The quiet night reaches in
And stirs my soul, silence needed
Sets my mood, desired peace
Calmness has succeeded
My mind free to wonder
My heart free to feel
Peace of mind I've found
And it seems so surreal
All the nights I've laid alone
Staring into the dark
I've wondered how to free myself
On a new journey to embark
Tonight, there is only good
As my peace settles in
Only looking forward
Not thinking of where I've been
A new outlook on life...
As I take it day by day
Finding myself again
A real smile to display
A beautiful night, star filled sky
That waited right outside
Called to me to come and feel again
And the beauty it would provide
I swear....what a night to behold
And one I'll always recall
Hopeless dreamer, hopeless romantic
Yes....but aren't we all?
poem by Terry Biscamp
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