Shades of night and day
Gray clouds hover over land
Cast in deep shadows
haiku by Dorothy Holmes (19 April 2008)
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Shades Of Gray (Master Backing Track Take 98)
When the world and I were young, just yesterday
Life was such a simple game a child could play
It was easy then to tell right from wrong
Easy then to tell weak from strong
When a man should stand and fight
Or just go along
But today, there is no day or night
Today, there is no dark or light
Today, there is no black or white
Only shades of gray
I remember when the answer seemed so clear
We had never lived with doubt, or tasted fear
It was easy then to tell truth from lies
Selling out from compromise
Who to love and who to hate
The foolish from the wise
But today, there is no day or night
Today, there is no dark or light
Today, there is no black or white
Only shades of gray
It was easy then to know what was fair
When to keep and when to share
How much to protect your heart
And how much to care
But today, there is no day or night
Today, there is no dark or light
Today, there is no black or white
Only shades of gray
Only shades of gray
song performed by by Monkees
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Shades Of Gray
By barry mann and cyntha weil
When the world and I were young,
Just yesterday.
Live was such a simple game,
A child could play.
It was easy then to tell right from wrong.
Easy then to tell weak from strong.
When a man should stand and fight,
Or just go along.
But today there is no day or night
Today there is no dark or light.
Today there is no black or white,
Only shades of gray.
I remember when the answers seemed so clear
We had never lived with doubt or tasted fear.
It was easy then to tell truth from lies
Selling out from compromise
Who to love and who to hate,
The foolish from the wise.
But today there is no day or night
Today there is no dark or light.
Today there is no black or white,
Only shades of gray.
[instumental interlude]
It was easy then to know what was fair
When to keep and when to share.
How much to protect your heart
And how much to care.
But today there is no day or night
Today there is no dark or light.
Today there is no black or white,
Only shades of gray.
Only shades of gray.
song performed by by Monkees
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Cloudy Night Sky
I sat last night on damp plowed ground.
Above the sky felt close around.
The clouds were broken by silver rays;
Each was a blue and gray curtain array.
All moved swiftly on their way.
The moon a silver sphere seemed very near,
When the clouds allowed it to appear.
The refreshing beauty of the sky was made,
In the marvelous broken patterns, hues, and shades,
of silver, blue, and gray.
Ana's Painting, Ephemera
Legs like brush strokes
streak down
over
the wrinkled vista,
sepia crumpled
in its folded ruptures—
feet levitation,
steps left to hover
above where they would sink;
where the imprints lie,
firmly imbedded into the faulty Earth,
a crumbling sheet of petrous land
nestling between what was
before us
and whatever resides
deep in the
recondite shades
of what is beyond.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Echo Of The Night
When silence is persistent
And the shadows lie in wait
When the sun steps aside for the moon
You can hear the music of the night
At the break of dawn its hides
It fears the burning golden light
It favors the moon as its ally
One who isn't blind with pride
As the shadows of the day finally dissipate
And the sun recedes in the mountains
When the moon cast its shadow over the land
Once again comes the music of the night
It seems strange to call it music
When no sound is actually there
But like a choir in a cavern
Its voice echoes throughout the land
When you finally abandon your thoughts
Kneel silently before the land
Its echo can finally reach you
And you can hear the music of the night
poem by Logan Fulk
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October Day
The bright white clouds against the blue
are moving slowly, passing through.
Their shadows cast upon the ground
move slowly too without a sound.
The winter sunshine’s slanted rays.
Join in the game and seem to chase
the shadows which the clouds have cast
Shining brightly when they’ve passed.
The sky is clear unbroken blue.
It feels a little warmer too.
A little sunshine does I find
lift up my spirits change my mind
about the way I view the day
I do not like it when it’s grey.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Inevitable
The setting sun as daylight fades,
before the dark of night descends.
Must paint the clouds in pastel shades
almost as if to make amends.
Before the dark of night descends.
Soft hues of various shades and grades,
make valiant efforts to defend
their last stronghold from darkness’ raids.
Must paint the clouds in pastel shades
in vain attempt which won’t extend
the closing of the day’s parade.
Today as all days has to end
Almost as if to make amends.
The night winds softly serenade
Mark the beginning of the end,
the fall of night cannot be stayed.
(Retourne/29-Jun-07)
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Fading
I can hear you calling
Someone understand me.
Someone hold my hand.
Take me; take me from the land of falling shades.
Fading in and out of obscurity
The mystery has misted over
Clouded by the crowds that seem to hover around my lover.
poem by David Lacey
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Shades Of Grey
If you start here late no one will know what you did
No the streets are straight its the soul thats crooked
Ive been treated fine Ive been treated elegantly
But Im not one for bathing in the waters of plenty
East is east west is west
And bowery is screaming while delancey rests
Well Im south of the skating but Im north of the cash
I could sure use the money but Im ashamed to ask
The traffic has buried all of last nights rain
The words are all different but the accent is the same
The sun is white and the moon is gray
And the river is black blue and green
The young are young and the old are old
And there are no shades of gray in between
Theres at least ten different strains of smoke in the air
And my prints are on them all to prove I was there
And I love the curses but Im not one for the trenches
And I do love the walking but thank God for the benches
Its hard to tell where green begins and the city gray stops
I guess the trees all bought their armor at second hand shops
My second had is working but the minute hand is broke again
I know time will pass but I dont know when
The sun is white and the moon is gray
And the river is black blue and green
The young are young and the old are old
And there are no shades of gray in between
And there are no shades of gray in between
I know the great ones have been here but where I cant tell
Theres dreams here a plenty but theyre being withheld
And Im more impressed with the closed doors than the ones that are open
The whole place tells time by a tower clock thats broken
The pigeons are ravens and the gulls are vultures
And trash is art and cash is culture
The sun is white and the moon is gray
And the river is black blue and green
The young are young and the old are old
And there are no shades of gray in between
There are no shades of gray in between
There are no shades of gray in between
song performed by by Eagle Eye Cherry
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Love Song To The Coming Morning
I'm like night in the sunset
Feeling red clouds in the sky
Wind in the trees full of breeze
Swirling up leaves so they fly
Meadows and hills shades in blue
Flowers in silver and gold
Darkness comes so untrue
Fairies in the moonlight hard to hold
Magical moments in twilight
Breaking off silences with a song
Leaving the day coming to night
Shadows are still though young
I'm like night in the sunset
Touching the moments that go
Into umbrage of absurdities
That lived in the day a while ago
Lilies and fields are in darkness
Moon is behind a blue cloud
Day shall wake up in dawn fresh
When dusky shadows are disallowed
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Shifting Shadows
Shallow people
cast shadows,
as short as
their personalities;
under hot spotlight
noon-day sun.
Baked brains
can over boil spoil;
when heart
and mind;
are not won.
Complex competent people
cast shadows;
as long as enduring
strides, they
have heartfelt run.
Like shadows
cast celebrating dawn;
or shadows long growing
before, rich
red setting sun.
True giants
of enlightening humanity
cast giant shadows;
shaped silhouette greatness;
shading humble, weak;
and innocent folk;
attaining legendary status
of fabled Loch Ness.
Shadows still
maturing long
after final
rays hung;
sealing supernova
fated faith;
of their own
glorious setting sun.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Moonlight Mysteries. for M'lady Tara
Moonlight.
Deceives our eyes
creates moving shadows
which seem to come and go at will.
Be still.
Time ebbs and flows,
in time the sun will rise
To banish shadows of the night.
By night
Our eyes tell lies
because the shadows flow
fluidly. They are never still.
Some will
spring a surprise.
As dawn is drawing close
they disappear and all is still.
Until
the next moonrise.
Recreating the shadows
Cast by the ruler of the night.
Tuesday,15 December 2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Appreciation
Stop for a moment.
Open up your eyes
and see the entire splendor
under the skies.
The shades of green
covering the land,
The shades of blue water
in front of the sand,
The shades of red
that come at night
when you are viewing
a sunset's light,
The shades of yellow
in a glorious field
when daffodils bloom
in a springtime yield.
Now close your eyes
and keep them in mind
and the splendor stays with you
you will find.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Scarlatti
last night
locked in
the castle
of pride and
egotism
goes on two
legs
Webern
orchestrated a
sky the clouds
move to a
bass
on
an instrument not
an oboe, gray
on light-gray in
blue and green
goes by
on glass
Schoenberg
serenades with
a view through
to where
a girl
swings
her
body displaced
against the
pull of her
hands head-
high on the
ropes
night
before the night
before last
unlocked the castle
of pride and
egotism
bliss
clouds stand
and go by
poem by James Marcus Schuyler
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Shades Of Gray
Dull, drab scenes we see
play with our minds eventually.
They are colorless and devoid of beauty.
It is then that it becomes our duty
to avoid the dismal, darkened sights
and escape from these shades of gray
and lean toward shades of white.
Unwelcome times come into each life.
They permeate our thoughts so all we see
covers us like blanketed debris.
It needs to be swept away like dust
that's gray and cloudy,
plain and dowdy
which will erode and turn to rust.
You can change these scenes to become
brighter, lighter and not so glum
by altering where your thoughts are from.
If your thoughts are gripping at your heart
shades of gray will never depart.
But if your thinking lets it all go
you'll embrace all the colors life does bestow.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Ease of Death
Consider the empty black ease of death
so much more peaceful than the meth
and without the shades of gray between
simple, dark shadows, invisible, unseen
poem by Poet Dragon
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Ballades V - Of His Choice of a Sepulchre
HERE I ’d come when weariest!
Here the breast
Of the Windberg’s tufted over
Deep with bracken; here his crest
Takes the west,
Where the wide-winged hawk doth hover.
Silent here are lark and plover;
In the cover
Deep below, the cushat best
Loves his mate, and croons above
O’er their nest,
Where the wide-winged hawk doth hover.
Bring me here, Life’s tired-out guest,
To the blest
Bed that waits the weary rover,—
Here should failure be confest;
Ends my quest,
Where the wide-winged hawk doth hover!
ENVOY
Friend, or stranger kind, or lover,
Ah, fulfil a last behest,
Let me rest
Where the wide-winged hawk doth hover!
poem by Andrew Lang
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Now the day is over.
Now the day is over.
Night is drawing nigh
Shadows of the evening
Creep across the sky.
Tribute to
Sabine Baring Gold 1865
Now the day is over.
The blue twilight falls.
I see shadows hover
Hiding garden walls.
Night is drawing nigh.
The bustle of the day.
Fades as the minutes fly.
I find time to pray.
Shadows of the evening.
Congregate en mass.
Soothing and relieving.
All my worries pass.
Creep across the sky.
Where they go I do not know.
Nor the reason why.
Gladly I let them go.
Wednesday,13 June 2012
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Clouds
How strange,
The clouds derange,
My peaceful day,
Intensive gray,
That will not stay,
Just floats away,
Perpetual change,
How strange.
The changing shapes,
The light that drapes,
Some shadows,
Memories,
The clouds are here,
And then there gone,
Like certainly will we
poem by Sandra Feldman
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Songs Of The Sky
In a sky of layered clouds,
dawn becomes a rainbow,
moving through the spectrum
toward the day.
In a sky of always blue,
no clouds ride the wind:
the sun burns brightly,
high and hot and long.
In a sky of may grays,
clouds crash, explode and roar;
rain-filled winds sweep across the prairie.
In a sky of many blues,
clouds dance on the wind;
and endless and quixotic
Rohrschach test.
In a sky of always gray,
no clouds seem to move;
overcast blots out imagination.
In a sky of cold, cold blue,
gray clouds scrape the treetops;
harbingers of winter storms to come.
Beneath a sky of darkening gray,
the prairie grasses rustle
on the small, forgotten farms
of what could've been
and was.
In a sky of mottled gray,
cold rains fall, now and then;
the seasons struggle
for control of April.
In a sky of broken gray,
cold winds precede the rains;
and before long
the darkened clouds re-gather.
In a sky as clear as glass,
and blue from top to bottom,
sultry days of August
slowly drift into September.
In a twi-lit noon-time sky,
this annular eclipse
leaves us just a
ring around the moon.
In a sky of many clouds,
sunset's an inferno;
ablaze, in this,
my father's final twilight.
In a sky that slowly burns,
the clouds of fire fade
and leave a darker beauty
to hold the night.
poem by William Kruse
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