Scarred Glass
The lamp that burns with affection, I bleed by self infliction - My mission not to obtain a stone on mars, the reason unknown rocks even the dust on Venus - Complimentory to solaris which features by night in the sky - Display the story of the way we will die -
The wick holds the flame to the candle, the hive which wax far too many cracks - Broken with love, one thousand slivers of scarred glass - So our life flickers, to be extinguished by the breath - Which is held by death - In her hands, seven to the billion, lost souls - To the destruction caused, seven billion, too many -
Whom will be sold, to the warmth which heats the cold
poem by Unic Cjonr
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A Single Candle/Death Herself
A single flame lights her face
The face of death
A single candle holds her fears
The fears of death
Her hands clasped anrond their souls
The souls of the dead
She feeds of their screams
The screams of the dead
Her legs lay bellow her
Bellow death
Her black gown over her body
The body of death
Her chest rises and falls with her breath
The breath of death
Her cloak drawn over her long flowing jet hair
The face of death
Her eyes unmoved unfeeling
Do you see it?
Do you see the soul of death?
Do you feel it?
Her skin as white as snow as it fades into darkness
The snow of tears
Her cloths as dark as night that swallows the light
The dark we all shall see
Her eyes close as she feels their souls flow
Flow from the dead
She leaves them there to lay in darkness
She steals from the dead
A single candle lights their faces filled with her
Filled with death
They fall into the darkness of her eyes, of her heart
The darkness of death
A single candle shall stay to light their way
Their way through the dark
A single candle holds their past
The pain and trials
A single candle lights her face
The face of death
A single candle holds her fears
The fears of death herself
A single candle
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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A father and two sons run Adelphia. It's a cable company. And they took from that company a billion dollars. A billion. Three people - three people took a billion dollars. What were they gonna do, start their own space program? 'Let's send the monkey to Mars, Dad!'
quote by Lewis Black
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The Moth
The Moth
Goes near it
To seek some light
In its world of darkness
To seek some respite
In its desolate life
To seek some warmth
In its search for love,
Care and belongingness…
The Moth goes near it
Hoping to find
Some acceptance
Some reciprocation
Of its burning desire
For that source of light
But try as he might
He fails, he fails
And he miserably fails…
Every time he goes to it
He comes back
With less of warmth
And a lot less care…
Burns and Scalds
On its bruised body
Because of the Light
That hardly cares
To share its luminance
To shower its radiance
On this hapless victim
Of its crude ignorance…
And yet the Moth
Madly in love
Dedicated to its light
That source of “delight”
Which it hopes
Would be for him
One day –
And pine for him
As he does for her…
He would win over it,
Come what may…
Goes seeking her
Night after night
And every night
He returns back
Burned and scalded
As ever before…
So with all these scalds
And scars of burns
Which he accepts
As the kind
Give-aways
Of his beloved light,
Tired yet devoted
With wings so torn
He can hardly fly…
He still makes
One last attempt
To appease his Beloved -
That luminous light
On one last night.
And he burns and burns
And he so badly burns
His body in ashes…
All over his Beloved’s
Flame of Light.
And in that moment
Of despair and death
Not just the night
Mourns this grave loss
Of love and longing…
The candle-light
Burning bright
For all these nights
Realises the depth
Of the Moth’s
Eternal love for her…
And in a sense of shock
Gives up itself
To the world of
Darkness and Death.
So now the burnt-out,
Withered Wick
Remains the stoic witness
To tell this tragic tale
Of the Moth and the Light
How they met every night
Yet there was no love
Lost nor gained,
Neither realised
Nor reciprocated.
And yet when they couldn’t
Unite in life…
Death found a way out
Heralding their sacred union
In the after-life.
Amen!
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Sonnet: Let’s Put Our Trust In God
When shattered seems the Lamp of Life in me;
And broken lies the glass-mantle of fame;
My body's wick too half-burnt and sadly;
Heart's fuel gone, in hopelessness and shame!
I ponder if these are my earth's last days,
As weary lie my spirit and my will;
While Death's cold-sneer is laughing at my face;
I feel miserable, so extremely ill!
The God in me goads me to carry on;
For earth's verdicts are not infallible;
New Hope could come with every morning's Dawn;
Nothing to God is ev'r impossible!
I continue to live as God demands,
He holds my hour-glass and its falling-sands!
poem by John Celes
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Im Sorry
I am sorry for everything im sorry for death and destruction im sorry for carnage im sorry for corrutption im sorry for broken feeling im sorry for lost promises im sorry for people that wont ever get to live on and past there next b-days im sorry for poor poeple in whcih im one of them im sorry for rich snobbish people except for one that helped me im sorry for hurtin her im sorry for earthquakes im sorry for tidal waves im sorry for sever shity weather im sorry about promisses that is made but will never be fulfilled im sorry abvout this and that and that and this over agaain a million, billion, trillion, etc infinate amount of times im sorry i cant fall in love im sorry no one loves me im sorry i sumtiems i seem secretive and guarded i jus want sum love im not a human shield if i got shot id bleed jus same amount as anyone esle im sorry for for all the bad thigns in life and imsorry for all the good things in life that get not noticed.......im sorry
poem by Dorian Suchelle
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A Flame For You
(d. deviller/s. hosein/c. russell)
Think about you evry minute
Dream about you evry hour of the day
Close my eyes, and I think of your kiss
Well thats all that Ive got
When youre so far away
It took some tears to let you
Thought that time would never heal me
You left my life, without a sound
After all weve been through
I still want you near me
Refrain:
A flame for you still burns
And so Im savin my love for you
A flame for you still burns
And Im holdin on
Yes. Im holdin on
Still in love with you (hey)
Remember how you get to safe and walk (ohh)
We built our life for two, oh
Guess I didnt recognize the signs
Coz I was lost in love
Lost in love with you
(repeat refrain)
Every once in a while
You find a love
That slips right through your hands
Gonna do my very best
To get you back again
A flame for you still burns
And so Im savin my love for you
(savin all my love for you)
A flame for you still burns (hey)
And Im holdin on
Yes, Im holdin on
Still in love with you
A flame for you still burns (hey, baby)
And so Im savin my love for you (savin all my love for you)
A falme for you still burn (still burn)
And Im holdin on
Yes, Im holdin on
Still in love with you
A flame for you still burns (hey)
And so Im savin my love for you (savin all my love for you)
A flame for you still burns
And Im holdin on
Yes, Im holdin on
Still in love with you
A flame for you still burns
song performed by by Lea Salonga
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Sonnet: Life’s Candle Flame
Our life is like a candle-wick aflame,
Whose glowing brightness drives darkness away,
And keeps on burning though a fierce Wind came,
To sputter, spew forth smoke, all night ‘til day.
A blowing Gale can make us burn too fast;
The wind can put the flame off premature;
Both wick and wax must synchronously last;
Our teacher best is dear Mother Nature.
How long each candle lasts? No one can tell;
How bright the flame can be? Depends on us;
Yet, some waste wick and wax to burn like hell!
God expects us to burn steady sans fuss.
A candle ought to light the world that’s dark;
Yet, burn with steadiness without a spark!
5-18-2002 by Dr John Celes
poem by John Celes
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The truth, of course, is that a billion falsehoods told a billion times by a billion people are still false.
quote by Travis Walton
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Our Times
Our Times
13.7 billion years ago
4.5 billion years ago
3.5 billion years ago
200 thousand years ago
10,000 years ago
5000 years ago
3500 years ago
1800 years ago
500 years ago
50 years ago
One hundred years from now
Five hundred years from now
Ten million years from now
Ten billion years from now
We are where we are now
Where are we now?
Who are we now?
What will we be?
When?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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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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My Torment
MY torment none hath ever seen
DATE OF crying gloomy skies
Me whose mind is not so KEEN
thought much of their cold DESPISE.
to scamper away into the bush
my foot, there plunged a broken glass
deep pierced I, the unseen rash
step still I to deeper fast
Soaking wet I from the rain
Thoughts merely of thine purer vain
Err of mine; thought none had felt
Precious remedy to weakened health
Undue bleed the cut in burst
Pretty cold the waters drips
Kill the warmth of bloody curse
Elicit cold and warmth in shifts
Pound the wondrous turtle shell
Fierce they rip thy human flesh
Irk to thine souls ne'er tell
Gape in drip of man-blood, fresh
Hath I brought in nearly death
To mine o'er allurement to thee
in my desire I lost my breath
Naught gold yet anguish I'd to see.
'
poem by Ellirie Aviles
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Depicting Reflection
I gaze at the looking glass one final time
As I hope for some veritable truth to find
But the cracks run along my face in jagged lines
As the mirror cracks from side to side
Peering into the cold, dark faceted eyes
A broken poppet stares back from inside
And I catch a reflection of that I despise
As the mirror cracks from side to side
The scarred reflection is now forsaken
And many are the times my heart has died
But now it is my soul that is breakin'
As the mirror cracks from side to side
I gaze at the looking glass one final time
As the mirror cracks from side to side
poem by Sheri Hockman
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Good night! which put the candle out?
Good night! which put the candle out?
A jealous zephyr, not a doubt.
Ah! friend, you little knew
How long at that celestial wick
The angels labored diligent;
Extinguished, now, for you!
It might have been the lighthouse spark
Some sailor, rowing in the dark,
Had importuned to see!
It might have been the waning lamp
That lit the drummer from the camp
To purer reveille!
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Chinese History
there is a tightness about the Chinese
a jar of wine, sealed and tied with the
help of one billlion hands
there is a tightness about the Chinese
a star twisting and jostling to win
your fancy among one billion
there is a tightness about the Chinese
a surname the weight of one billion tons
each wishes to shoot through the heavens
there is a tightness about the Chinese
five centuries of the rise and fall of civilisations
a dragon all claws, whiskers and fiery eyes
tidying and polishing its billion scales
so that they dazzle with power and excellence
there is a tightnesss about the Chinese
gunpowder all ready to blast through
crackers in a billion hard foldings
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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We have begun to contemplate our origins: starstuff pondering the stars; organized assemblages of ten billion billion billion atoms considering the evolution of atoms; tracing the long journey by which, here at least, consciousness arose.
unknown author
Submitted by Catalin Popescu
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A billion dollars every week for Iraq, $87 billion for Iraq. We can't get $5 billion for childcare over five years in welfare reform.
quote by Jim Wallis
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Dream's Houri Land Seems Hour Island
Goals, when perspective's sought by souls, then scanned,
drum rolls show dumb roles, no red carpet rolled.
Story - youth to hoary - soon is told,
breath bold, brash, old, rash, Death strikes out of hand,
just blows away. Just blow falls none withstand.
Some seek redemption, reasons why warm cold
returns as candle burns to t[r]ick wick'd fold.
Dream's houri land seems [h]our island, time's sand
tips scales no wails redeem nor understand.
Alike for sage, saint, sot, faint-hearted, scold,
for true want, truant wanting more than mould,
life's cycle turns, returning not, hope banned.
Speed shadow shapes we hither, thither, cast
reflections that, scarce heeded, never last.
Author notes
Words in brackets convey two or more meanings
Hour island: [h]our our or hour or our hour is eye I land
t[r]ick wick'd: tick or trick wick, tricky wicket, wicked etc.
for previous version entitled In Hour I land see written 4 December 2007 see below
In Hour I land
Ambitions, true perspective found, are canned.
Drum rol, role dumb, with no red carpet rolled.
Story - youth to hoary - soon is told,
bold, brash, old, rash, breath Death can't out of hand,
just blow away. Just blow falls none withstand.
Some seek redemption, reasons why warm cold
returns as candle burns to t[r]ick wick fold.
in houri land, in hour I land, drip sand
tips scales no wails redeem nor understand.
Alike for sage, and saint, faint-hearted, scold,
for true want, truant wanting more than mould,
the cycle turns, returning not, hope fanned.
As shadow shapes we hither, thither, cast
reflections that, unheeded, never last.
written 4 December 2007 see below
poem by Jonathan Robin
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One Candle
A spark flickers
a bright flame glows.
Pushing shadows back
one candle burns.
Within its heart
such strength is born.
Brings the will to persevere
in the darkest hours.
From one burning candle
no matter near or far.
Like a living soul
warm energy flows.
To one who is lost
this tiny radiance
lights a dark path.
It shows the way.
Think of the good
could be done.
Had one the power
of a single burning candle.
06May03
poem by Kurt Hearth
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We on Earth have just awakened to the great oceans of space and time from which we have emerged. We are the legacy of 15 billion years of cosmic evolution. We have a choice: We can enhance life and come to know the universe that made us, or we can squander our 15 billion-year heritage in meaningless self-destruction. What happens in the first second of the next cosmic year depends on what we do, here and now, with our intelligence and our knowledge of the cosmos.
quote by Carl Sagan
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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The Stone That You Love
you are unique
for having loved a stone
how did the stone
entice you?
are you seduced by
its silence?
are you tempted by
its solitude?
you take the pain
poking the stone to
your heart
and you bleed
you rub the stone
in the skin of your body
hoping that someday
the stone may have
feelings and
love you
but this is all useless
the stone is a stone is a stone
and there is no love
in its blank stare
there is no softness in its
belly
i ponder upon this
and come to think of it
you and the stone
are the same
on this hardheadedness
this futility
this numbness
this suffering without end
the stone can never give
a part of its cracks
it will never part with its
dust
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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