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Winds, Storms, and Blight

i remember it was night
and all i lost was my sight
drawn in the middle of the night
stuck onto a flight
that has defined my plight
and i searched for might
like for a sword to a knight...
Reality blew me like a kite
out of the dream into day light
now i have both hands to fight
To watch and guard with my sight
against the winds, storms, and blight

poem by Timothy muggaga
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The Night Of Plight

i remember it was night
and all i lost was my sight
drawn in the middle of the night
stuck onto a flight
that has defined my plight
and i searched for might
like for a sword to a knight...
Reality blew me like a kite
out of the dream into day light
now i have both hands to fight
To watch and guard with my sight
against the winds, storms, and blight

poem by Timothy muggaga
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Im A Small & Lonely Light

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The stairs are dark and silent
The morning cold and gray
A last look at the things I knew
And slowly turn away
And as I watch the scenery unwind
My childhood slips a hundred miles behind
Leave the bus in houston
Walk around the town
But all the strange, unfriendly faces
Seem to get me down
And in the park where little children play
I sit and watch the dying of the day
Im a small and lonely light
A bird thats lost in flight
And its too late at night to go home
Im a tall and weary kite
A face thats out of sight
And its too late at night to go home
Always had the good life
Never felt unsure
But now the good lifes not enough
There must be something more
And so I sit and shiver in the dawn
And watch the world and wait to be reborn
Im a small and lonely light
A bird thats lost in flight
And its too late at night to go home
Im a tall and weary kite
A face thats out of sight
And its too late at night to go home
Too late at night to go home
But Ive talked too long my friend

song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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I'm A Small And Lonely Light

The stairs are dark and silent
The morning cold and gray
A last look at the things I knew
And slowly turn away
And as I watch the scenery unwind
My childhood slips a hundred miles behind
Leave the bus in Houston
Walk around the town
But all the strange, unfriendly faces
Seem to get me down
And in the park where little children play
I sit and watch the dying of the day
I'm a small and lonely light
A bird that's lost in flight
And it's too late at night to go home
I'm a tall and weary kite
A face that's out of sight
And it's too late at night to go home
Always had the good life
Never felt unsure
But now the good life's not enough
There must be something more
And so I sit and shiver in the dawn
And watch the world and wait to be reborn
I'm a small and lonely light
A bird that's lost in flight
And it's too late at night to go home
I'm a tall and weary kite
A face that's out of sight
And it's too late at night to go home
Too late at night to go home
But I've talked too long my friend

song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Insatiable Desire

Oh, Lord, My moon, see my plight,
The whole day, the sun I fight,
And my petals I keep closed tight
For you, over the horizon right,
To rise in the starry night,
And kiss me with your cool light.

Oh, Lord, My moon, I now sight
Your luminous mien, so coolly bright,
My coyness with your touch is in flight—
I unfold myself with no fright,
In ecstasy, I dance with all my might
From the shimmering waters of the bight.

Oh, Lord, My moon, I now sight,
The happiness you bestow from infinite height,
The distance that parts us is the day-light,
I wish, I could soar past the kite in delight,
To touch your feet in reverence spright.
But alas! I droop down with incurable blight!

poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Day And Night II

Day and night,
Love and candlelight,
Way and sight,
May and bright,
Lay and slight,
Say and right,
Clay and plight,
Mock and fight,
Work and alright,
Name and Wright,
Pay and alight,
Castle and Knight,
Plane and flight,
Hope and delight,
Load and weight,
Anger and blight,
Power and might,
Above and height,
Number and eight,
Bay and light,
Torch and flashlight,
Focus and highlight,
Kindness and Albright,
Coast and bight,
Body and tight;
And, like a weak thread in the land of your muse!
But, day and night i will search for you my love.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Truth is

Truth is often far from sight,
Truth is seldom without blight,
Truth is in the dark of night,
Truth is in the hand of right,
Truth is that most noble Knight,
Truth is that which drives their fight,
Truth is all that brings us light,
Truth is all that gives us flight.

poem by Arik Fletcher
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Kite Song

I flew a kite, I held on tight to its string.
Each time I go anywhere, I held on tight.
In the middle of the night I woke up in fright,
Thinking maybe in my dream I let go of my kite.
When I was in a restaurant, talking to my friends,
Watching their mouths move faster and faster.
I thought of the kite that was flying in the sky
And made sure that my hand was holding the string.
That was a long time ago,
Many skies went by since then.
Now my hands stopped holding anything
And Ive learnt to take a walk instead.
Then one day in the evening light,
I saw something strange shining bright.
The sky was dark, with swarms of larks,
And in the midst of it all, yes, it was my kite.
How did the kite get there, Ill never know,
Floating away among the clouds to where nobody knows.
I held my gun with both my hands,
Slowly aiming at the shining dot.
The shot went off, the dot blew off,
Since then Ive never seen the kite again.

song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Fright

I scream your name at night. My eyes full of tears and fright. From the sight of the lonely night. I’m losing sight. Cause I’m so full of fright. I cry at the sight of the ever lonely night. Cause she is in sight when I look at the night. I'll cry all night with that sight. Because without the light to my night. I’m full of terror and fright. Like a baby born without sight. I will always scream your name in fright. Because she is the light to my darkest of nights. Because I’m full of fight on that night. My heart is losing the fight.

poem by Dennis F. Rigdon Jr.
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The Homeless

Dry and cold were the bitter winds
that crackled the ice on the panes.
Dry and cold were the old woman's hands,
red and raw from the pains.

Old were these winds that had no end.
They surfaced every winter.
Old were the hands that were this woman's
that felt as if they would splinter.

The winter winds were not welcome
for she had no place to go.
Looking for shelter from the cold,
she welcomed the sight of snow.

For the snow would blanket the box she was in
for a night or two.
She stayed inside it for many long hours
as if it were an igloo.

All through the hours she rubbed her hands.
Through a slit she looked to view,
looking for a slant of sunshine soon
but still the cold winds blew.

This is the plight of the homeless.
This is a curse on our lands.
They found her dead when the sun finally came
with stiff and frozen hands.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Light And The Night

light of light night of night bind us in the dead of night. by lights bright light the deavil will fight. fight for the right to fight in the night. light will fight to end the night so all shall run and all shall fear for while the light and the night shall fight for all of time it is us in the mild that shall pay the price. not the light who thinks there right and not the night who wants to fight but the ones who are forever traped in the mild. with no way out we suffer like no othere in the night and in the light for all of time we watch the light and watch the night fight and fight untill we all turn to dust and are souls join the fight for the light or for the night one way or another we all shall join the fight.

poem by Joey Cooksey
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The Missing Finger

You left us with ten fingers and,
Came back with nine fingers;
What really went wrong?
Fifteen years away from home,
We are yet to know what really went wrong;
Fifteen years away to make some money,
What really went wrong with your missing finger?
You made enough money and thought that,
You were richer than the President;
Today, you've returned home poorer than before!

There is time for everything,
A time to gain and a time to lose;
What really went wrong?
From a flight to your plight,
Who will help you now?
Fifteen years awayto make some money,
But today you can't even eat well at home;
From a flight to your plight,
Today you can't even sleep well at home;
Fifteen years away to make some money,
The very colours of the rainbow with a view;
You left us with ten fingers and,
Came back home with nine fingers;
What really went wrong?

From a flight to your plight,
Fifteen years away to make some money;
From the land of red, gold and green! !
From a flight to a plight,
It's all part of a lesson;
You are now at home at last.

The President was at the stadium but,
Where were you?
It is better to be humble than to boast.
Flight, sight, might, bright, tight, light;
You're poorer than fifteen years ago!
Bite, kite, height, fight, eight, plight;
You're poorer than fifteen years ago!
Quiet, rite, white, night, site, write;
You're poorer than fifteen years ago!
Today, the President is better off than you.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Remorse. (From August Von Platen)

How I started up in the night, in the night,
Drawn on without rest or reprieval!
The streets, with their watchmen, were lost to my sight,
As I wandered so light
In the night, in the night,
Through the gate with the arch mediaeval.

The mill-brook rushed from the rocky height,
I leaned o'er the bridge in my yearning;
Deep under me watched I the waves in their flight,
As they glided so light
In the night, in the night,
Yet backward not one was returning.

O'erhead were revolving, so countless and bright,
The stars in melodious existence;
And with them the moon, more serenely bedight;--
They sparkled so light
In the night, in the night,
Through the magical, measureless distance.

And upward I gazed in the night, in the night,
And again on the waves in their fleeting;
Ah woe! thou hast wasted thy days in delight,
Now silence thou light,
In the night, in the night,
The remorse in thy heart that is beating.

poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Between the Now and Then

Upon horizon, night to day ~
there between the now and then,
I often pause along the way,
to tiptoe through the moonlit glen ~
or perhaps take in sun's light,
night to day ~ day to night.

Upon horizon, day to day ~
there between the then and now,
as seasons grow along the way,
to crease the face of timely brow ~
or perhaps steal time away,
day to day ~ day to day.

Upon horizon, day to night ~
there between the now and then,
I stand beneath my autumn light,
bereft as memory calls again ~
to pain the heart with bygone sight,
Night to day ~ day to night.

Upon horizon, night to night ~
there between the then and now,
I know that winter casts its sight,
on one last leaf that will not bow ~
to frost within its golden sight,
night to night ~ night to night.

Upon horizon, night to day ~
there between the now and then,
I know my spring will fade away,
and summer's soft remember when
will echo gently autumn's way ~
day to night ~ night to day....
Winter's near ~ Winter's near......

poem by Hazelmarie Elliott
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Song: Night And Day

Any day and any night,
By astral planes or sattelite,
With psychic means, you fly my kite;
In ways I can't discern.

Any night or any day,
I'll see the light, if you let me stay.
Any night or any day,
Just as the planet turns.

Any night and any day,
I shoot the stars, with feet of clay,
And take a chance, come what may,
Any night and day.

Any day and any night,
And in between, the dim twilight,
In lusting spark, my wick ignites,
Any day and night.

Any night and any day,
I'm on my knees, but not to pray.
The rites of spring, an easy lay.
Any night and day.

Any day and any night,
I summon demon, imp and sprite,
Who gather like, wild neophytes.
Any day and night.

Any night and any day.
Shall we hit the heights, in passion's play?
For dawn excites, as senses splay;
Any night and day.

Any day and any night,
My missiles arc, in flawless flight.
Any day and any night,
Will I crash and burn?

Any night and any day,
Such sweet imaginings display.
You pluck my strings; I'm in your sway.
Any day and night.

Any day and any night,
No less the hero, than shining knight,
Would storm your ramparts of delight,
And ram advantage home.

Any day and any night,
This toxic spawn of funk and fright,
Would ask his lover, in respite,
'Just when will you return? '

Any day and any night:
Intriging wings of plot and sleight,
Would frame the world, within my sight.
When will I ever learn?

poem by Dave SmithWhite
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Tremendous Ascension

Calm wonder of the night
Has made love seem well tight.
Before me, a fair sight
Released joy, which took flight.
That great joy ascends right
From the heart that goes bright
With heavenly soft light.
Its effect great, not slight
To the tremendous height
With love that cannot blight,
Fills my soul with great might.
Such joy with that I plight.

poem by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie
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a Lovers Tiff...

Help me
Help me make it thru the night
I can’t go on with this fight,
It’s no use for love to fall
With your coat hanging on the wall,
No you no me to hold on tight
Lost alleys of blind hindsight,
Help me
Help me make it thru the night
I can’t go on with this fight
Why oh why from up above
We didn’t see the crack in love,
No me no you to stop this plight
No love no music ever in sight,
Help me, help me,
......... Let us find our rainbow bright
To spark our darkness into light.

poem by Ken e Hall
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Remember Me

Remember me!
when i become a friend to loneliness
and in the darkness am cast.
then-my only companion is trouble,
when all that is good is gone.

Remember me!
when my name is erased from the earth
and dust swallows my flesh,
when the grave owns my remains
and the vanities of life flee away
remember the youth of my life.

Remember me!
when the sickness of the mind swallows my reasoning
and my decisions are contaminated
when the cancer of sin breaks my conscience.
and my body turns into a dome of darkness
remember to shine the light of salvation

Remember me!
when, in the middle of the night, my sight fades.
and yet i travel still
when i fall into a heap of plight
from the greatness of height
Remember to turn my blindness to sight

Remember me always
when times pass and ages flee
like smoke swallowed by the wind
when empires rise and kingdoms fall,
like flowers quickly fading.
when the light of the world fades
just as the sun sets,
Remember me in eternity.

poem by Timothy muggaga
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Two Lovers Plight

Two lovers plight
In the solemn night
To love each other
Till death does part
One from another
From one heart
Where two lovers blight
And fade from sight
As I close my eyes
To dream tonight

poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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The Obscure Night of the Soul

Upon an obscure night,
Fevered with love in love's anxiety,
(O hapless-happy plight!)
I went, none seeing me,
Forth from my house where all things quiet be.

By night, secure from sight,
And by the secret stair, disguisedly,
(O hapless-happy plight!)
By night, and privily,
Forth from my house where all things quiet be.

Blest night of wandering,
In secret, where by none might I be spied,
Nor I see anything;
Without a light or guide,
Save that which in my heart burnt in my side.

That light did lead me on,
More surely than the shining of noontide,
Where well I knew that one
Did for my coming bide;
Where he abode might none but he abide.

O night that didst lead thus,
O night more lovely than the dawn of light,
O night that broughtest us,
Lover to lover's sight,
Lover with loved in marriage of delight!

Upon my flowery breast,
Wholly for him, and save himself for none,
There did I give sweet rest
To my beloved one;
The fanning of the cedars breathed thereon.

When the first moving air
Blew from the tower, and waved his locks aside.
His hand, with gentle care,
Did wound me in the side,
And in my body all my senses died.

All things I then forgot,
My cheek on him who for my coming came;
All ceased, and I was not,
Leaving my cares and shame
Among the lilies, and forgetting them.

poem by Arthur Symons
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River Of Dreams************6/17/06

6/17/06

As they paddled down the river of dreams
And of plans and schemes
Seeking the little white dove
Who is of peace and love.
They searched high and they searched low
They searched until the moon began to glow.

They traveled by the moonlit night
Seeking that bird in its flight
Upon arriving on the beaches shores
Their search ended forever more.

The bird of love was in plain sight
Because they had not given up the fight.
The love came upon them as the
Stars upon the sea
Whispering ever so sweetly.

And on this you can depend
You have reached your journeys end.

poem by Louis Rams
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