Boatman
The spilled silver of moon
over a distanced lake,
in the still of night.
A boy mounted at the edge of boat
dips his foot,
tearing apart the silver and solitude,
torn sheet quivers momentarily
The widening circles of ripples.
poem by Subodh Pandey
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The Reflection of God
Thoughts are like ripples,
gently flowing over
the surface of the mind.
Deep inside us
we bear the image of God,
the ripples of thought break that image
into fragments.
It is as if you are looking in
a lake full of ripples-
It is a full moon night,
and the lake is reflecting
the beautiful moon.
But the lake is full of ripples
You cannot gather the moon together;
the moon goes on splitting
into a thousand fragments.
The whole lake seems to be
spread over by the moon-
the silvery beauty, softly broken apart;
many a fragments is seen floating-
all around.
Then the wind stops,
the ripples disappear:
those fragments start falling into one moon.
The silver that was spread
all over the lake,
now becomes more concentrated
into one place - into one moon.
When the lake
is completely without ripples,
the moon is reflected perfectly.
God is reflected perfectly
when there is no ripple in you.
poem by Nazmul Haque
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Laid by the moonlight
a silver sheet over lake, quivers
in the tranquil night.
haiku by Subodh Pandey
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Silver And Gold
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Ev'ryone wishes for silver and gold
How do you measure its worth?
Just by the pleasure it gives here on earth.
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Mean so much more when I see
Silver and gold decorations
On ev'ry Christmas tree.
Silver, silver and gold
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Wise men brought gifts to the mange I'm told
Mary was humble to see
Shepherds and kings there on bended knees
It's silver and gold, silver and gold
Feeling the world with their lives
Silver and gold how they shimmer on ev'ry Christmas night
On ev'ry Christmas night
Silver, silver and gold
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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Silver & Gold
Words and Music by Johnny Marks.
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Ev'ryone wishes for silver and gold
How do you measure its worth?
Just by the pleasure it gives here on earth.
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Mean so much more when I see
Silver and gold decorations
On ev'ry Christmas tree.
Silver, silver and gold
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Wise men brought gifts to the mange I'm told
Mary was humble to see
Shepherds and kings there on bended knees
It's silver and gold, silver and gold
Feeling the world with their lives
Silver and gold how they shimmer on ev'ry Christmas night
On ev'ry Christmas night
Silver, silver and gold
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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Silver
Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in silver feathered sleep
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.
poem by Walter de la Mare
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Moonlit
The moon
Paints the world
In shades of silver
The sky
Is a blanket of stars
Lighting our way
As we ride
The grass ripples in the wind
Like a silver sea
The horses snort...
Toss their heads...
and gallop in it's wake
sleek and shining
We are laughing
Like children
Intoxicated by this night
I will always remember this
poem by Debbie Docherty
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Farewell
Not soon shall I forget--a sheet
Of golden water, cold and sweet,
The young moon with her head in veils
Of silver, and the nightingales.
A wain of hay came up the lane--
O fields I shall not walk again,
And trees I shall not see, so still
Against a sky of daffodil!
Fields where my happy heart had rest,
And where my heart was heaviest,
I shall remember them at peace
Drenched in moon-silver like a fleece.
The golden water sweet and cold,
The moon of silver and of gold,
The dew upon the gray grass-spears,
I shall remember them with tears.
poem by Katharine Tynan
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Born Without A Silver Spoon
I was born without a silver spoon.
On a raining day in the month of june.
We lived in a face me and face you,
it was a crowded neighbourhood.
Born without a silver spoon.
To have a three square meal
is like wishing for the moon.
Many times we bed the night,
cold night without food.
Without a silver spoon.
My father struggled me through school.
Primary, secondary and university
education i made it through.
A silver spoon.
My wish which must come true.
For i dream of it everday.
Think about those moves i'll make.
Praying to God for steps to take.
Though i was born without
silver spoon.
Yet if heaven be true,
my family's pain will not be vain.
I was born without a silver spoon
shall be erased.
To my generations it shall be a tale.
And only a silver spoon shall remain.
poem by Enebeli Ifyprada
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Deep In The Middle Of The Night And Beyond
deep in the middle of the night
and even beyond
this darkness
in my solitude
below the stars and the
full moon
i sit in the form of the lotus-god
praying
there is this silence
contained in the circles
of divinity
this is the throne of the ear
the bed of the mind
this bridge
between God and Myself
the strong silence amidst
all the noise
the glitter
amidst this cacophony
of a tarnished
silver
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Oh Sweet Silver Moon
Oh sweet silver moon
Tell your lies
Let me drown in the tears your cry
Even if just for tonight
Oh sweet silver moon
Sing me your song of sorrow
Let me drown in your dark voice
Even if just for tonight
Oh sweet silver moon
Lend me your eyes
So that I may see as you see
Even if just for tonight
Oh sweet silver moond
Tell me the stories of your past
So that I may know your darkness
Even if just for tonight
Oh sweet silver moon
Let me feel your misty beams
Flow over my pail skin
Even if just for tonight
For tomorrow I shall be gone
As your sweet beams fade
I will give myself to the eternal sun
And my ashes shall scatter to the wind...
(2006)
poem by Lauren Harris
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Early Works - As We Dance On Silver Lined Clouds
The ivory towers stretch heaven ward
through plumes of fluffy clouds
these towering strongholds
grace our daydream moulds
that catch our fleeting moments
in a passing tranquil mood.
Gallant knights on white chargers
maiden in crook of their arm
ride into the sunset
again and again
as our storybook falls open
at some undeemed page.
Round in increasing circles
go the ripples on a pond
slowly to vanish at striking an edge.
Round in decreasing circles
go the stars in our eyes
as we dance on silver lined clouds.
18 June 1981
poem by David Harris
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Sleep Scarring The Night
Tearing the eve lit sky
Like huge ball corridors
Undressed in no time
Fake appreciation
Fake smile upon the torn patches
And the silver glow edge of the knife
Starlit that is kindred to the distance
Moonlit that is no brother to the dawn
Pronounce your enemy
And love it dearly
For it has a lot to teach
This sky that once cut
Will pour down your own soul
Yourself to reach
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Li Po drowns
Li Po sits drinking wine;
he is in his garden
below the tree
reciting his poems to the night
and he sings to the cool air
and he sings to the moon
and he drinks more in between
Li Po walks to the lake
and he sings to the moon:
I will come to you, beloved
I will come to you
for you have waited for me centuries
for you have glowed nights
looking for me;
I will come to you, even now,
beloved moon,
I will come to you, even now
and Li Po walks to his boat
and he rows his boat
and he rows his boat gleefully
and he rows singing
and Li Po is in the middle of the lake
and he stops there to look at his beloved
whose radiant wholeness
shimmers in the water
and Li Po sings always
his song of love to his moon:
I will come to you, beloved
I will come to you
for you have waited for me centuries
for you have glowed nights
looking for me;
I will come to you, even now,
beloved moon,
I will come to you, even now
and Li Po jumps into the lake
and he struggles and he swims
and he swims and he struggles
and he sings:
I come to you, beloved,
I come to you
you who have waited centuries for me
radiant and a-glow in the sky
I come to you now
and he swims towards the distorted moon in the lake
and he beats his hands at the moon in the lake
and Li Po struggles
and Li Po clutches at the watery moon
and Li Po is his with his beloved
after centuries he is come
and Li Po is with his love
Li Po is with his beloved moon:
Li Po flies to the moon; Li Po flies to the moon
poem by Raj Arumugam
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Where's The Silver?
Colors, colors everywhere
Colors all around
Reds and purples and blues are there
But silver can't be found
I look around, and now I've found some yellows and some greens
I look until my eyes are sore, but silver can't be seen
I look unto the vibrant clouds, but there's no silver lining
Where is all the silver that the miners should be mining?
There are no silver bells a'ringing
The silver songbirds are not singing
The orange sun hangs in the air, but I can't find silver anywhere
I look for hours, look for days, look for silver anyplace
But there always seems to be another color in it's place
I've given up this useless search
There is no silver left to find
I dropp my head and start to cry
When out of my pocket falls a silver dime
poem by Tyler Mason
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Gold and Silver
Gold is hills and mountains,
Silver has been weighed all the time
By giants, and elves shall look at the sun.
The moon is silvery in the night due to the night,
There is star that brightens the sky of light,
Inwardly the thoughts do resound,
And the verse is expiring for the thinking men.
Gold has been climbed and fashioned by women
Who eat others and their fathers do have size of wealth.
Silver is praised by the women who dare enter thinking men
And praise them, whilst they who are male construct thoughts
To send to lovers in the night, when the silver moon is in sight.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Farewell for M lady Francesca
Glosa a tribute to
Katherine Tynan 1859-1931.
Not soon, shall I forget.
A sheet of golden water cool and sweet
The young moon with head in veils
of silver and the nightingales.
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Not soon, shall I forget a sheet
of water silvered by the moon.
A quiet place where lovers meet
to share a pleasant afternoon.
A sheet of golden water cool and sweet.
A place of vivid memories
which mark both triumph and defeat.
I can recall at will with ease.
The young moon with her head in veils
They say foretells a weather change.
Wise weather lore which seldom fails
Although the experts find it strange
Of silver and the nightingales.
That is a secret I shall keep.
Your questioning is doomed to fail.
I can’t say why he ceased to care.
Tuesday,24 August 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Silver Lake Of Dreams (Nonsense Poem)
Across the silver lake of dreams,
a malevolent pixie sits,
with rod in hand,
and line in water,
trying to catch the rainbow,
with its pot of gold.
His line of silver thread,
strung out and invisible,
against the water,
holds the magic of the world,
forgotten by mortal command.
Here we see a dragonfly,
of rainbow colours glide,
inches above the waters,
of the silver lake of dreams.
poem by David Harris
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The Good Inn
What care if the day
Be turned to gray,
What care if the night come soon!
We may choose the pace
Who bow for grace
At the Inn of the Silver Moon.
Ah, hurrying Sirs,
Drive deep your spurs,
For it's far to the steepled town -
Where the wallet's weight
Shall fix your state
And buy for ye smile or frown.
Through our tiles of green
Do the stars between
Laugh down from the skies of June,
And there's naught to pay
For a couch of hay
At the Inn of the Silver Moon.
You laboring lout,
Pull out, pull out,
With a hand to the creaking tire,
For it's many a mile
By path and stile
To the old wife crouched by the fire.
But the door is wide
In the hedgerow side,
And we ask not bowl nor spoon
Whose draught of must
Makes soft the crust
At the Inn of the Silver Moon.
Then, here's to the Inn
Of the empty bin,
To the Host of the trackless dune!
And here's to the friend
Of the journey's end
At the Inn of the Silver Moon.
poem by Herman K Viele
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Pear Tree
Silver dust
lifted from the earth,
higher than my arms reach,
you have mounted.
O silver,
higher than my arms reach
you front us with great mass;
no flower ever opened
so staunch a white leaf,
no flower ever parted silver
from such rare silver;
O white pear,
your flower-tufts,
thick on the branch,
bring summer and ripe fruits
in their purple hearts.
poem by Hilda Doolittle
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All These Years The Well Looks At The Moon
At the bottom of a well
lies a silver ring
looking up at a silver moon
lost now this past 50 years.
(She gasped as it slipped and fell
from her now too thin finger
after the birth...and death
of a baby girl)
and tears fell
as hopelessly she watched it fall
into a future
that a silver ring dreaming
of a silver moon
couldn’t possibly foretell
of a stranger
finding this strange ring
pregnant and precious only
with the tale
it conceals.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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