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The Lighting Fairy

The lighting fairy,
she’s full of
lighting...

You might want to
stand back..
When she throws
lighting bolts.

That’s only when
she’s angry....
The other times...
She will give you
a hug or....

A chocolate kiss...
She is the lighting
fairy...
Of them ALL!

poem by Lisa Parks
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Lighting Up The Candles

Lighting up the candles, lighting up our love
Lighting up the candles, lighting up our love
Lighting up the candles
To what use to be
Tender memories in moments of love
Happy times and bad times
All seem wonderful
When you have a toast to moments of love
Lighting up the candles, lighting up our love
Lighting up the candles
To what use to be
Tender memories in moments of love
Happy times and bad times
All seem wonderful
When you have a toast to moments of love
I really think we could have made it
To that forever and a day
But destiny and fate decided
They would get in our way
Lighting up the candles
Wishing you the best
Like the happiness in moments of love
For lighting up the candles
Spark the memories
Helping us to see more moments of love
I really think we could have made it
To that forever and a day
But destiny and fate decided
They would get in our way
For lighting up the candles
Spark the memories
Helping us to see the need for what was
Helping us to see more moments of love
Lighting up the candles, lighting up our love
Lighting up the candles, lighting up our love
Lighting up the candles, lighting up our love

song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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The lighting is so important. One thing that makes me nuts about the lighting now is that they spend an enormous amount of time lighting the set, the background. But the most important thing in the scene is the actor.

quote by Donna Mills
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My Fairy Man (Somewhere In Fantsayland)

Welcome my fairy man,
To my safe haven, my
fairy land.

Waited a long time,
for this day,
Thought you'd never,
look this way.

Pools of crystal all
aglow,
Opaque waters gently
flow.

Lighting a fire in the
night,
The flame burns with
delight.

Nestled in your fairy
arms,
safely in your loving
charms.

In the meadow, green
and deep,
Finally, I can fall
asleep.

poem by Heather Burns
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Mood Lighting (Fun Poem 98)

We had a party once
and decided for some mood lighting
and we’d buy a coloured light buld.
The one we chose was pink,
but when we switched it on
it was brighter than the white one
that was there before.
It was so dazzling
it nearly blinded us all.
So much for the mood lighting
it was suppose to be a party
not a mesmerizing stand.
Our guests would have been blinded,
and would not have seen
what they were drinking
and whose hand they were holding.
We changed the buld back again
to the white one and left it at that.

21 March 2009

poem by David Harris
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I'm going to insult a whole industry here, but it seems like TV is for people who can't do film. I'm not talking about actresses; I'm talking about lighting people. Lighting on TV is just so... it's sinful, it really is.

quote by Kevyn Aucoin
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And my real enemy is not to hold the specimen sterile, but it's the lighting. The light is our real enemy. So we have to work with very very poor lighting. But we can increase the light with computers.

quote by Lennart Nilsson
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Most of my images have been done in-studio, under very controlled lighting conditions. There have been a few that have been shot in nature, but even then they were shot almost exclusively at night, and again, under controlled lighting conditions.

quote by Leonard Nimoy
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Burning The Boats

The government have announced
That london bridge is to be closed
Under the full moon of may the third
All the light houses and seaside roads
No I never heard I never read in the news
Come on tell me, whos this for ?
Lighting the questions and
Burning the boats one by one
Burning the boats one by one by
Tap, tap, tap, birds that sing,
Telephone calls that do not ring,
One, two, three, whats the time ?
Whos that hanging off my line ?
I know that nothing lasts for ever
And Im just waiting for the sun to set
Blowing dust from my loud hailer, on the roof.
Come on tell me, whos this for ?
Lighting the questions and
Burning the boats one by one
Burning the boats one by one
Burning the boats one by one by
The ministry of co-operation
Are washed and hanging on the line
Theres a million burning questions
To set the thames alight
Now Ive joined an exclusive club
Just by being more than poor
I saw the deputy chairman, on the floor.
Come on tell me, whos this for ?
Lighting the questions and
Burning the boats one by one
Burning the boats one by one
Burning the boats one by one by
Burning the boats one by one
Burning the boats.

song performed by by Madness
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Not To Fake To Give

People want to have,
Their...
Lives wrapped up in gladness.
People want to know,
What it's like to have a harmony.
And people want to see,
Their futures bright in the Sun...
Lighting up their faces.
Acknowledging their products of love.

People want to find,
Perfection here on Earth.
But...
People ought to know,
They can't get it freely.
And...
Only those with open hearts.
Also know they're here...
Not to fake to give.

People want to have,
Their...
Lives wrapped up in gladness.
People want to know,
What it's like to have a harmony.
And people want to see,
Their futures bright in the Sun...
Lighting up their faces.
Acknowledging their products of love.
And...
Not to fake to give.

And people want to see,
Their futures bright in the Sun...
Lighting up their faces.
Acknowledging their products of love,
And...
Not to fake to give.

Lighting up their faces.
Acknowledging their products of love,
And...
Not to fake to give.

Lighting up their faces.
Acknowledging their products of love,
And...
Not to fake to give.

Acknowledging that their products of love,
And...
Not to fake to give.

Upfront,
And not to fake to give.
Upfront,
And not to fake to give.

People want to have,
Their...
Lives wrapped up in gladness.
And not to fake to give.
Upfront,
And not to fake to give.
Upfront,
And not to fake to give.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Enjoy The Moment

Enjoy the sound of water rushing down

enjoy the lighting hitting the ground.

Enjoy the lighting sparks that fill the air

enjoy the birds flying everywhere.

Enjoy the baby's coos

enjoy the laughter and the blues.

Enjoy your pain if you have some

it is there for you to awaken.

Written by Christina Sunrise on August 31,2012

poem by Christina Sunrise
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Big Feeling

Come next september Ill be out upon the road again
And therell be times when I can hardly even say your name
But now were sticking to the sheets and I cant sleep tonight
And like a dream love were moving into light
Oh I feel like this is warning
Oh I feel like ten feet tall
And dont ever let me down
Dont ever let me down.
Big feeling
Oh its getting hard to hide
Big feeling
Like a river running growing wide
You are my thunder
And theres lighting here inside.
Oh come on darling now day has turned its time for home
I wont forget that night we slept out on the beach alone
Now the sun has come to take the moon and light the sky
Wave oer me flow over me
And oh I feel like this is warning
Oh I feel like ten feet tall
And dont ever let me down
Dont ever let me down.
Big feeling
Oh its getting hard to hide
Big feeling
Like a river running growing wide
You are my thunder
And theres lighting here inside.
Dont ever let me down
Dont ever let me down
Dont ever let me down
Big feeling
Oh its getting hard to hide
Big feeling
Like a river running growing wide
You are my thunder
And theres lighting here inside.
Big feeling
Oh come on darling now day has turned
Its time for home
Big feeling
I wont forget that night we slept out on the beach alone
You are my thunder
And theres lighting here inside
Lighting here inside.

song performed by by Spandau Ballet
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Watch It Burn

Lighting the money up, watching it burn.
Oh the pleasure I get from destroying something that was earned with so much blood and sweat.
So dirty, so greedy.
Always a give me more.
Another hand out.

Lets start lighting the money up, watch it burn.
Welcome to the world that has been.
Backwards to front.
Its sideways again.
Its a constant hindrance on society.
Shove it in our mouths right through the front teeth.
Tell us whats fair, as we shiver from the chill in the air.
The words bring as much despair.
Hide it all in your lair.
Protect yourself from the snare that was set for you and just you.

Lets start lighting the money, watch it burn.
Feed the furnace.
Better then buying the lies built around it.
Oh Satan you evil creature, divulge your secrets.
How do you blind so many in such a mass proportions.
The great distortion.
The master of illusions.

Lets start lighting the money, watch it burn.
Building a huge bonfire, burying our dark desires.
Moving on, if we are not already too far gone.
Resting our heads with one eye open cause we cant quite call this home. Sometimes your better off alone.
As time passes will it get better or worse.
Am I cursed.
Did some voodoo happen while I wasn't looking.
Was it something that's been brewing and has been a long time coming.
A disease with no end in sight.
Time to make things right.
Lets just burn all the money in sight

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Night Ride

Night Ride

The sun lights only to trail dark
Like this car lighting to trail dark
Along its night ride

I turn back to count the gone days
I've lived so far in breathed lighting
Just to find nothing

Dark and dark alone, nothing else
I doubt I lived atall ever
Mired mind tired musing

Bends and turns hit the journey on
Trailing still the car dark behind
Sealed with odds and ends

I gaze at the forerunning light
Waiting for the heavenly arc
To sweep it away

poem by Indira Renganathan
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Don't Listen

Don’t listen to him,
Gran said,
indicating
with a nod

of her head,
to Granddad
in the other room,
sitting by the fire

with his loose clothes
holding in bones.
You stood by the door,
peeping through

the thin crack
between door
and frame,
your young eyes

like a hawk’s,
catching the view:
Granddad lighting up
a cigarette,

to set him off
on the cough
and spit and phlegm,
and Gran’s hazel eyes

lighting up with anger
and her tongue
like a viper’s
ready to condemn.

poem by Terry Collett
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Love Struck

When I walk into your life, I didn't expect all this great things can happen
Baby, I feel like you hit me with lighting or what I like called it
Love struck
When I hear your name, I can't walk away
I can't help it
As long I'm happy and with someone who I can see that I want to be forever and ever
You just like magnet that you pulled me toward you, and
I can't never get out of
I don't care
I want to hold onto you
You hit me with lighting or what I like called it
Love struck
Someone called doctor
I'm feeling lovesick
I make an accuse not to have fun and hang out with my friends
This feelings I'm having is so amazing
When you kiss me on the check, it feels so right
When you ask me to go somewhere with you, I say yes, but at last minute
I made an accuse not to go, because I don't want to rude my chances to be your girlfriend
One day I hope you'll see how I feel
Love stuck

poem by Christina Phan
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Recipe For Love Under A Full Moon

The night has to be just right.
A full moon in sight is a must.
RECIPE; FOR LOVE BENEATH A FULL MOON
2 lovers
1 full moon
1000000 moon beams
1000vv stars
1 flower meadow
1000 lighting bugs as candles
4 arms to hold
1. find your flower bed
1ooo lighting bugs as candles
2, hold each in your arms.
3.lay beneath the moon.
4 cover with moon beams, till warm.
5 enjoy the moon and stars
6 bake till done.

poem by Gayle Anne Goff
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Breathe Me

Come closer;

I need to feel
your body
heat.

Your breath,
on my face;

I paint
you inside my eyes
so I can see you
all the time-

look at the
nape
of your neck,
its curvature;

your eyes.

All slopes away
to my waiting soul
which pauses
at odds times
in the day to
look at you.

My finger tip
has a tiny glow
as I trace
across your lips;

as I move close behind you
worshiping in that cathedral body space
between us;
static electricities crackle;
small lighting bolts
spark.

Give me;
your anticipation;
drape me
in your contour
as we
sooth screaming desire
furtively.

Put my hand
beside your face;
my mouth to your mouth

as I feel your body tingling
tremoring,
soft quakings
from kneading touches
which occasion
others:
stellar propulsions
and more lighting strike intensities.

You exhale slowly;
intake again,
swelling;
your breath is a
warm effusion and egress
surging into me
lung ward
between soft lips;

where all settles in
like home;
I feel you quiver
and release.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Poem about Poetry - Real poets

a real poet
who harbours
a message
takes his glory
from the sun
shines day in
and day out
lighting up
the graces of the world
his own dignified way
come rain,
come thunder,
come lightning
he never lets go
of his vision
lighting up the world
with triumph
enthusiasm
uplifted spirit
a real poet
helps others
find a path
with life
helps the
world realise
the power
of verses
- in realising
life
in so many levels

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Monologue 1

it was only last night
that i noticed that there were
only two fireflies
lighting the mahogany tree

the other day
they cut the chico
for they need firewood
the little boy once told his mother
that a white fairy lives there

what is the point?
the white fairy owns the tree
and it is only the little boy who believes about this

the chico tree is where the fireflies
sleep in the morning

two fireflies have not accepted
that their dwelling is gone
now they entertain the illusion
that the mahogany
could still be the chico tree
in their own minds.

that is what the legend is.
and you may not believe it.

now that boy does not believe
in white fairies anymore.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Captain3

There’s a Captain
that brings every ship to shore
and more than that,
guides everyone that trust in Him
and He sends His messengers
to every part of this world.

He controls the elements
and the sea
and the wind
and bolts of lighting
high up in the sky
take their instructions from Him

He knows the way
and takes care of everyone
and in times of strive
and war
His way leads to ultimate peace
and to brotherhood for all.

poem by Gert Strydom
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