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What Siren-Song Arises

What siren-song arises
From the sweet silver bosom of the sea
By the three rocks?

No human eyes to watch
No human eyes to see

And yet
The elfin forms in dwindling shadows dance
And then
Of sudden the shadows grow
As in a trance.

What siren-song ariseth
From the weary sea, the funereal dirge
Of mariners lost and gone, perhaps?

What siren-song ariseth
This sad night, this endless seeming night
From the sweet silver bosom of the sea
By the three rocks?

poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
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Siren

Siren, siren, calling me from the sea,
Spill the sweetness of your words and your voice—
Spill them with such lucid fluidity
That I sink in them without having choice.
Siren, siren, sing me into a lull,
Bewitch me with your charm and your danger—
An insatiable thirst I can't control
For adventures, your lure of grandeur.
Siren, siren, slipping through my fingers
Like a formless liquid, make me submit.
You move with an air that seems to linger,
Perfumed with pleasures that seem infinite.
Siren, siren, entice the sensation
Of love within my imagination.

poem by Tim Stensloff
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Night Song

Listen
The city is singin' its night song
A city of shadows and fading starlight
Mixed with bar light
Listen
The empty streets echo the right song
A melody I used to think was only for the
Lonely
Night song
I hear you
Now as the night disappears
But this time
Your blues
Is music to my ears
The rumble of the train
The rustle of the wind
The rhythm of the footsteps
The blarin' of a horn
The murmur of a voice
The echo of a siren
Night song!
You used to find me cryin' in my beer
Now you remind me tomorrow she'll be here
She'll be here!
Oh, night song
You sing of a train from New Orleans
And deep in the music I hear her hummin'
Now she's coming home!
The city is singin' its night song
Listen

song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Love's Old Sweet Song

Once in the dear dead days beyond recall,
When on the world the mists began to fall,
Out of the dreams that rose in happy throng
Low to our hearts Love sung an old sweet song;
And in the dusk where fell the firelight gleam,
Softly it wove itself into our dream.

Just a song at twilight, when the lights are low,
And the flick'ring shadows softly come and go,
Tho' the heart be weary, sad the day and long,
Still to us at twilight comes Love's old song,
Comes Love's old sweet song.

Even today we hear Love's song of yore,
Deep in our hearts it dwells for evermore
Footsteps may falter, weary grow the way,
Still we can hear it at the close of day,
So till the end, when life's dim shadows fall,
Love will be found the sweetest song of all.

poem by Clifton Bingham
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Siren of the Red

Siren of the Red,
Your voice sings so beautifully.
Siren of the Red,
You can help me see.
Siren of the Red,
How to make you love me.
Siren of the Red,
With your love so heavenly.

poem by Satan's Sibling
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The Siren's Song

The Siren's Song
By: Adam M. Snow

Once upon a midnight wake,
A Siren sings, 'Sweet mercy sake'
Soothes the hearts O' gentle man,
In their yielding peaceful span.
Sirens cometh from the deep,
Cloaked in light the water sleep,
Claims the souls, lost to man,
Since the dawning life began.
Gathers victims from the shore,
Spoke the stories ancient lore,
Of beauty risen from the sea,
Captures souls without a plea.
Mesmerized them with her song,
And as the boat-head wound along,
Lighthouse glistens over tides,
Kiss her lips and she abides,
Kiss her twice, your souls no more,
And death awaits at your shore.

poem by Adam M. Snow
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I Tried To Open The Wide Book Of Night

I tried to open wide the book of night
To look into its eyes - like a lover
That pretended of his love confession as of right
And so to Hastings Gardens went I in the night.
Wide, wide before the long night stood
No corner stopped my glance no space
Its boundary showed and manifested
To my glance long tall continous lay the night
In its mischievous slumbering
Wherein it dreamt dreams I know not
Nor thereof heard the silent trees bespeak.
How many nights before me came
How many, many nights
And they were certes here like this night
As I look from the bastions to the sea
And fancy its silver bosom dance and gleam
In the moon’s amorous light to-night:
So gleamed the light on the sea-waves
When the French besieged and held
Our noble city: how many a lover
Stood looking on the sea and at his love
As mid-night in his satined robes tiptoed:
Rippling stood the waves and waters wild
And fancy its silver bosom dance and gleam
In the moon’s amorous light:
For years and years the welcome Briton stood
Perhaps here where stay I and his foot
Could be heard pace all sentinel
Into the dark glooms of silent night
From casements near opening on the seas
And houses nearby in dreaming bent
Through the long night, the long and weary night
That was of many nights that were
And will be of many nights that will
And when I stay not on the bastions and
Feel not the sea-breeze my face cool
Night after night will come and children small
Few years born will come and go:
And after children small will come again
Night after night will come and speak
Unto the rocks that front the sea
And playing with lapping sea-waves all the night
Unheard, unseen, unnoticed in the times
And in the flight of years and centuries full lost
And when night comes and still the sea
Will shine – its silver bosom dance and gleam
In the moon’s amorous light.

poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
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Amidst, amidst

Amidst, amidst
Amidst the waves
The ocean-waves that sparkle on the pilot sea
And glisten in the night to dancing forms
Of elfin size in silent prancing lost.

Aloft, aloft
My soul I have let go
That it may find at last
Its home, the yearning-prize
Wherein it must go now:
The ocean-sea that sparkles in the night.

I hear the chains cut
I hear the pains fall
I hear my dress of breath
Fall in the channel sea, beyond the straits
Where the wide Ocean beckons and awaits:
Where the wide night yet sparkles full as day
Where the dawn riseth from its eastern cave
Where beauty surfeits by excess of love:
Where the Good rests and stays
My soul will sail.

And from the triad of rocks that menacing
Stands in the ocean path
The sirens sing their lay.

Yet the night shines and there is light
The soul sails on, the siren-song by-passed
Withers and loses in the ocean’s vast.
The breezes blow, the breezes blow my face.
And the soul sails, still sails this night.

poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
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The Song Of The Siren

Oh, I am the siren, the siren of the sea,
The sea, the wondrous sea, that lies forevermore before;
I stand a fairy shape upon the shadow of a cliff
Where the water's drowsy ripple laps the phantom of a shore,
And, oh, so fair, so fair am I, I draw all hearts to me,
For I am the siren, the siren of the sea.

All the glory of my golden tresses gleams upon the air,
How it falls about my snowy shoulders, round and bare and white;
My lips are full of love as rounded grapes are full of wine,
And my eyes are large and languid, and full of dewy light;
Oh, I lure the idle landsmen many a league for love of me,
For I am the siren, the siren of the sea.

Sometimes they press so near that my breath is on their cheek,
And their eager hands can almost touch the glowing bowl I bear,
They can see the beaded froth, the ruby glitter of the wine,
Then I slip from their embraces like a breath of summer air;
Oh, I lightly, lightly glide away, they come no nigher me,
For I am the siren, the siren of the sea.

Sometimes I float along a-standing in a boat,
Before the ships becalmed, where dusky sailors stand,
And the helmsman drops his oar, and the lookout leaves his glass,
So I beckon them, and lure them, with the whiteness of my hand;
Oh, this the song I sing, well they listen unto me?
For I am the siren, the siren of the sea.

Would you from toil and labor flee,
Oh float ye out on this wonderful sea,
From islands of spice the zephyrs blow,
Swaying the galleys to and fro;
Silken sails and a balmy breeze
Shall waft you unto a perfect ease.

Fold your hands and rest, and rest,
The sun sails on from the east to the west,
The days will come, and the days will go,
What good can man for his labor show
In passionless peace, come float with me
Over the waves of this wonderful sea.

Would you forget, oh sorrowful soul,
Come and drink of this golden bowl,
With jewelled poppies about the rim,
Drink of the wine that flushes its brim,
And drown all your haunting memories there,
Your woe and your weary care.

Oh, I am the siren, the siren of the sea,
The sea, the wondrous sea, that lies forevermore before;
Oh, the mystic music ripples, how they break in rosy spray,
But the crystal wave will mock them, they will reach it
nevermore,
For it glides away, I glide away, they come no nigher me,
For I am the siren, the siren of the sea.

poem by Marietta Holley
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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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The Siren waits thee, singing song for song.

quote by Walter Savage Landor
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Song of the World

such a wonderful song
song of life
song of death
wedding song
famine song
happy song
sad song
love song
all-american song
bullshit song
druggie song
girls' song
sweet song
crazy song
MY song

poem by Rachel Stoddard
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Siren Song

Some sensed sweet siren calling
through airwaves from the West,
fleet song, treat neat, recalling
enchantment sung with zest,
wove subtle thread enthralling
to filter second best,
sent competition sprawling
wash waved away all rest.
All felt sweet siren calling.

Who that muse music heeded
were haunted by her flaunting.
She offered what they needed,
what they perceived was wanting,
with further wishes seeded.
Unequalled, fair and daunting -
all warnings went unheeded –
she led all onwards, taunting,
as Fate’s dire doom was speeded.

Some for her bounty fulsome,
some for fair beauty rare,
from town and county bosom
all rushed, – one grace to share.
One face shone forth there, twosome
to each vowed all, see their
wander-lost souls succumb
few for advice could care,
enthralled by beauty’s blossom.

All who tuned in conceded
the need for greater needs,
each sought her breast then kneeded,
full flesh for milk which feeds
the senses which proceeded
to mirage that misleads.
Each goal, when reached, receded -
rich promise proved dry weeds –
all by day dreams impeded..

Each eye was sparkling beady
with private visions wide, -
those visions soon turned seedy,
anticipations died.
For siren mistress greedy
to vanity replied,
the piper pied tone reedy
led on to mirage bride
who, wanton, doom supplied
to tongue-tied mortals needy.

Soon swan song turned to siren -
harsh, strident, echo high -
trust blown by gust, fell silent,
fell dread high hopes belied,
bell toxin tocsin iron
turned tone, tolled, told denied,
while with disaster’s eye on
their lust her will would lie.
Soon swan song spurned by siren.

To ashes urned ambition
swift turned – west, north, south, east –
too fast vast blast’s ignition
burned both proud man, loth beast: -
no pardon, no remission,
was granted, not the least,
upon decomposition
few shall remain to feast...
So ends this composition
temptation's tune released.

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Song And Dance Man

Last night I felt a wind
of change blow through me.
It spoke of a million things
before I die I should see.
Open up your eyes.
Life is poetry in motion.
Ride the open sky
I'll be ok as soon as I'm on my way
I am a song and dance man
Yes, I am a song and dance man
Woman. Oh, woman, sometimes I hear your voice.
It calls out to me,
makes my heart bleed.
Haven't got any chance.
Open my eyes.
Life is poetry in motion
Ride the open sky.
I'll be ok as soon as I'm on my way.
I am a song and dance man
Oh yes I am, a song and dance man
I am a song and dance man
Tokyo has rolling thunder
beautiful women and warm summer rain
Honolulu has stars of fire
words alone cannot explain
Open up your eyes
Spread your wings and fly
Oh Lord I am a song and dance man
Oh Lord I am a song and dance man
That's what I am
A song and dance man

song performed by by Warrant
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Song And Dance Man

song performed by by Warrant
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Conservatives must avoid the siren song of schism, or all is lost.

quote by John Podhoretz
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The river's song

The river's song
~
There's a song in the river
that streams from mountains and rain
it plays upon rocks and riverbanks
the birds and fish know it well
it flows effortless in a rhythm
pitched by its own will
a rolling waltz, serenely sweet
feeds the thirsty trees
there's a song in the river
an acoustic serenade
the endless symphony
where unwritten words decree
that there is music here
tide eventually to the sea
insects dance upon each note
while sticks and leaves
twirl away to its beat
there's a song in the river
and it plays for free

poem by Matthew Holloway
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Siren Singing

You would not
let me write.

You do not
support it.

You do not
understand it.

You would steal
time with moods

childish tantrums
endless cups of coffee

cigarettes smoked

like obsolete
steam train.

You would
be my chain and ball

I Prometheus Bound

heart eaten out
day and night

by craven
of cowling despair

siren singing
plied pity song

to founder
lost souls

upon destruction rocks

counting skeletons
former adventurers.

Who journeyed
upon odyssey

culminating

upon these fed
isle wreck shores

rib caged despair
broken dreams?

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Siren Song

[bairnson/musker]
Days go by
Adrift upon a rolling sky
The miracles escape my eyes
But I still hope
Time, regret
Is this as good as life can get?
Its only when the spirit sets me free I cope
If I seek in every corner
If I search in every doorway
When the water turns to wine will I believe?
If I navigate the river
Would you take me to your island?
Sing a siren song so I can never leave
Long and wide
Eternity from side to side
Lead me through the rapids
Guide me to the shore
Theres a place
Thats far beyond this time and space
When each of us comes face to face with something more
If I open up the channel
Will you send me information
If you tune me to your station, Ill receive
If I navigate the river
Would you take me to your island
Sing a siren song so I can never leave
Plans can fail
But only fail to understand
The pyramid will turn to sand and Ill be here
...i will be here

song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
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Shadow Dancers for M 'lady Amy

The shadow which throughout the day
have hidden quietly away.
In nooks and crannies which they know
Day is their time for lying low.

When darkness falls come out to play.
Although the sunlight rules the day.
The silver moon’s in charge by night
and she has granted them the right.

To freely frolic through the night
they do not fear her gentle light.
Though when the sunrise lights the skies.
They hide again if they are wise.

Perhaps the sleep all through the day
I do not know I cannot say.
I only know it’s my delight
to see the shadows dance at night.

They can appear and disappear
but they are far too fast I fear.
For human eyes to clearly see
the shadows dancing gracefully.

Our eyes accustomed to the light
don’t work efficiently at night.
Though sometimes watching quietly
You see them dancing silently.

17-Jan-09

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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Sweet Love Song

i hurd a sweet love song
so sweet to my ears
so strong to my heart
i had to fine out where it was comming from
i let my heart lead me to the start of the song
i let my ears get lost in the melody
flowing with the notes
losing my breath with every beat
the sweet love song was getting louder to my ears
the sweet love song was getting stronger to my heart
getting closer to you
getting closer to your love
right by your side
i open my eyes and see your sweet face
still hearing your sweet love song
smiling at you
as you hear my sweet love song
smiling at you
as you fall in love with the beat of my heart....

poem by Sarah May
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