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Silver Goddess

Goddess of the night sky
Dragon of my heart
Silver glow in my veins
Pale warmth on my face
You are the Moon
Cast your Silver Eye on me.

poem by Yuki Star Uzumaki
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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
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Our Lady for M lady Ann Beard

The eastern sky is rosy red.
The sun has risen from his bed
The moon knows that it’s time to go
We do not need her silver glow.

The Sun will reign throughout the day.
In Majesty he makes his way
across the sky from east to west.
An honoured and a welcome guest.

The Sun commands mankind’s respect
Authority we must accept.
Without the sun the world would be
devoid of life permanently.

The silver moon reflects by night
a gentler version of his light.
We recognise the difference
and treat the moon with reverence.

Though we respect and fear the sun.
It is the gentle moon which won
The reverence which men display
towards the Goddess still today.

03/06/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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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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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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Summer Song

THERE are white moon daisies in the mist of the meadow
Where the flowered grass scatters its seeds like spray,
There are purple orchis by the wood-ways' shadow,
There are pale dog-roses by the white highway;
And the grass, the grass is tall, the grass is up for hay,
With daisies white like silver and buttercups like gold,
And it's oh! for once to play thro' the long, the lovely day,
To laugh before the year grows old!

There is silver moonlight on the breast of the river
Where the willows tremble to the kiss of night,
Where the nine tall aspens in the meadow shiver,
Shiver in the night wind that turns them white.
And the lamps, the lamps are lit, the lamps are glow-worms light,
Between the silver aspens and the west's last gold.
And it's oh! to drink delight in the lovely lonely night,
To be young before the heart grows old!

poem by Edith Nesbit
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A Sliver of Silver

Gently falling from
The midnight sky

A sliver of silver
Dropped into
My palm;

It began to slowly melt
Into a little silver pool

Caressing
Each fold,
Each crease;

Quiescent in quietude,
Coalescing
With the warmth
Of my hand;
There it rested.

A smile
Lit up my face
In gratitude
For this small
Gift of the Moon.

poem by Paul Holmes
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Me And The Moon At Midnight

I awoke at midnight,
and saw the ray of moon,
was touching my forehead,
with its gentle light.
The window was open,
and I stood beside it.
The cool breeze caught
and held my hand,
mesmerized I reached
to the terrace.
The moon at midnight,
and I thus met
face to face....
The trees, the plants
and oh! the houses
around took silver hue.
The stillness, the
melted silver from
the night's one
source inundated the
entire objects to the
loneliness.....
No sound around,
No clamor,
No care,
Only there,
Me and the midnight
Moon to share,
the serenity
of the night,
the borrowed
sunlight...
Me and the....

poem by Nilakshi Das
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How Large – How Large

How large – how large
The pale moon smiles:
The pale round moon
How does it smile
And smile.

Its cheek a little less
Wan and austere:
And veins – thin veins
Of red do seem to flush
The round moon’s face.

And on its bosom
The dark sea
Bears the moon’s face
All silvery.

poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
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In The Beating Shade

Saying the séance to the séance
Says with all of the will of a marionette
Propped as a doll
Against the sea—she will come and she
Will lull,
And the moon will pull her up against
The sky scrapers for a better view—
If it is his wish—
A silver knight will see her there—
A silver fish in a silver dish—
And the airplanes spinning around her,
Silver-winged mobile in the swelter
Of the paraffin sun—
And she will slink and pray and hold her
Head between her hands
And think about all of the time that
She lost-
Or she will yawn, and there will be no more
Time for the narcolepsies of such pretty things:
And she will cast off all of her beauties
And sleep open mouthed in the beating shade.

poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Time Out Of Mind

Son you better be ready for love
On this glory day
This is your chance to believe
What Ive got to say
Keep your eyes on the sky
Put a dollar in the kitty
Dont the moon look pretty
Tonight when I chase the dragon
The water will change to cherry wine
And the silver will turn to gold
Time out of mind
I am holding the mystical sphere
Its direct from lhasa
Where people are rolling in the snow
Far from the world we know
Children we have it right here
Its the light in my eyes
Its perfection and grace
Its the smile on my face
Tonight when I chase the dragon
The water will change to cherry wine
And the silver will turn to gold
Time out of mind
Children we have it right here
Its the light in my eyes
Its perfection and grace
Its the smile on my face
Tonight when I chase the dragon
The water will change to cherry wine
And the silver will turn to gold
Time out of mind

song performed by by Steely Dan
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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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Sister Moon

Sister moon will be my guide
In your blue blue shadows I would hide
All good people asleep tonight
Im all by myself in your silver light
I would gaze at your face the whole night through
Id go out of my mind, but for you
Lying in a mothers arms
The primal root of a womans charms
Im a stranger to the sun
My eyes are too weak
How cold is a heart
When its warmth that he seeks?
You watch every night, you dont care what I do
Id go out of my mind, but for you
Id go out of my mind, but for you
My mistress eyes are nothing like the sun
My hunger for her explains everything Ive done
To howl at the moon the whole night through
And they really dont care if I do
Id go out of my mind, but for you
Sister moon

song performed by by Sting
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Black Silver

Silver is the mirror,
Where colours cannot run
From one into another
For silver it has none

Silver is a blackness
Which defies pure light to come
And when it does reflects it
Its image still as one

So that when you look upon it
Your face it will become
Not in silver, but the colours,
With which your face does run

Then with your world behind you
By light reflected one
Not in blackness, but in colours
You are colours of the sun

All mirrors do remind us
That colour is the light
And that they do not see us
In the darkness of the night

For colours are but energy
From the spectrum as it falls
On everything around us
Except, from silver balls

The colours of the rainbow
The colours in the sky
The colours of our galaxy
Are in a baby’s eye

Colours all around us
Enable us to see
That the world in which we live, is part of us,
Lifes chemistry

poem by Egal Bohen
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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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Silver Threads & Golden Needles

Silver threads and golden needles cannot mend this heart of mine
And Ill never drown my sorrow in the warm glow of your wine.
You cant buy my love with money, for I never was that kind,
Silver threads and golden needles cannot mend this heart of mine.
Go ahead!
I dont want your golden mansions with a tear in every room,
All I wants the love you promised, beneath the halo moon.
But you think I should be happy with your money and your name
And hide myself in sorrow while you play your cheatin game.
Silver threads and golden needles cannot mend this heart of mine
And Ill never drown my sorrow in the warm glow of your wine.
You cant buy my love with money, for I never was that kind,
Silver threads and golden needles cannot mend this heart of mine.

song performed by by Janis Joplin
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Baby Face

White moon comes in on a baby face.
The shafts across her bed are flimmering.

Out on the land White Moon shines,
Shines and glimmers against gnarled shadows,
All silver to slow twisted shadows
Falling across the long road that runs from the house.

Keep a little of your beauty
And some of your flimmering silver
For her by the window to-night
Where you come in, White Moon.

poem by Carl Sandburg
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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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Silver Threads & Golden Needles

Silver threads and golden needles cannot mend this heart of mine
And Ill never drown my sorrow in the warm glow of your wine.
You cant buy my love with money, for I never was that kind,
Silver threads and golden needles cannot mend this heart of mine.
I dont want your golden mansions with a tear in every room,
All I wants the love you promised, beneath the halo moon.
But you think I should be happy with your money and your name
And hide myself in sorrow while you play your cheatin game.
Silver threads and golden needles cannot mend this heart of mine
And Ill never drown my sorrow in the warm glow of your wine.
You cant buy my love with money, for I never was that kind,
Silver threads and golden needles cannot mend this heart of mine.

song performed by by Dolly Parton
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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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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