When you are a sunflower, do not turn your head after any light bulb!
quote by Octav Bibere
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Will sunflower find it's lover
What a wonderful sunflower is
sunflower has attractive colour
It is very simple
How much sunflower loves to sun
We can't imagine
sunflower is very faithful
sunflower gets up early in the morning
wash it's face with dew drops
worthwhile you are
sunflower waits the sun
It begins to looking towards the sun
you are my best friend
As sun moves, It follows blindly
no matter hot or cold
you are innocent
It goes behind the sun
till the sun set
sunflower remains with it
At the end of the day
beautiful sunflower feels tird
it becomes sad
but it says to sun good night
till the morning
with the hope to meet again
sunflower goes to sleep
Does sun knows about
The love of the sunflower
will sunflower find it's lover
how many years sunflower
has to wait
I can keep hope
soon........
april 12,2008
abdul razaq
poem by Abdul Razaq
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A Light Bulb To Light Our Dark World That I Wish Painted In Red And Black
yes, a light bulb to light our world
these dark worlds
outside and inside us
yes, a light bulb, a single light bulb
to brighten these dark worlds
inside and outside us
it is only the Great God
who can switch it on
who can switch it right.
and so, okay, okay, let there be light
from this single bulb
of my innocence
Let there be light forevermore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Women's harvest song
I am waving a ripe sunflower,
I am scattering sunflower pollen to the four world-quarters.
I am joyful because of my melons,
I am joyful because of my beans,
I am joyful because of my squashes.
The sunflower waves.
So did the corn wave
When the wind blew against it,
So did my white corn bend
When the red lightning descended upon it,
It trembled as the sunflower
When the rain beat down its leaves.
Great is a ripe sunflower,
And great was the sun above my corn-fields.
His fingers lifted up the corn-ears,
His hands fashioned my melons,
And set my beans full in the pods.
Therefore my heart is happy
And I will lay many blue prayer-sticks at the shrine of Ta-wa.
I will give corn to Ta-wa,
Yellow corn, blue corn, black corn.
I wave the sunflower,
The sunflower heavy with pollen.
I wave it, I turn it, I sing,
Because I am happy.
poem by Amy Lowell
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I was changing a light bulb over Groucho Marx's bed, so I took my shoes off, got on his bed and changed the bulb. When I got off the bed he said: 'That's the best acting you've ever done.'
quote by Elliott Gould
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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When The Thin Filament Ceases
Like a light bulb that dims,
Those unconscious...
Are lost within.
And disconnected...
From their senses.
Like a light bulb that dims,
When the thin filament...
Ceases to burn and slowly ends.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Id Like That
Id like that if we could cycle down some lane
Id like that if we could ride into the rain
No macs, getting wet
Id be your albert if youd be victoria, hah hah
Wed laugh because each drop would make me grow up
Really high, really high like a really high thing
Say, a sunflower
Id like that
Id like that (what would you like? ) if we could lay before my fire
Id like that (what would you like? ) if you could slide me from this wire
Toasting fork, Ill be done
I wouldnt hector if youd be helen of troy, oh boy
Wed laugh because each flame would make me grow up
Really high, really high like a really high thing
Say, a sunflower
Id like that
Id smile so much my face would crack in two
And you could fix it with your kissing glue
Id like that
Yes, Id like that
Id like that (what would you like? ) if we could float away in bed
Id like that (what would you like? ) if I could row your heart and head
With you laid on one arm
Id be your nelson if youd be my hamilton, what fun
Wed laugh because each stroke would make me grow up
Really high, really high like a really high thing
Say, a sunflower (repeats)
Say a sunflower I became
Id be growing in your lane
song performed by by Xtc
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Id Like That
Id like that if we could cycle down some lane
Id like that if we could ride into the rain
No macs, getting wet
Id be your albert if youd be victoria, hah hah
Wed laugh because each drop would make me grow up
Really high, really high like a really high thing
Say, a sunflower
Id like that
Id like that (what would you like? ) if we could lay before my fire
Id like that (what would you like? ) if you could slide me from this wire
Toasting fork, Ill be done
I wouldnt hector if youd be helen of troy, oh boy
Wed laugh because each flame would make me grow up
Really high, really high like a really high thing
Say, a sunflower
Id like that
Id smile so much my face would crack in two
And you could fix it with your kissing glue
Id like that
Yes, Id like that
Id like that (what would you like? ) if we could float away in bed
Id like that (what would you like? ) if I could row your heart and head
With you laid on one arm
Id be your nelson if youd be my hamilton, what fun
Wed laugh because each stroke would make me grow up
Really high, really high like a really high thing
Say, a sunflower (repeats)
Say a sunflower I became
Id be growing in your lane
song performed by by Xtc
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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To The Sunflower Goddess
i once wrote a poem
for you sunflower goddess
each word is tainted
with my blood
each line is drawn
within the perimeters
of my aching heart
i look for you sunflower
goddess
i am the moon
you are destined for
the harshness of the noonday sun
tonight you will be mine
but you are dead
sunflower goddess
i will bury you in the embrace of my golden sheen
tonight
my witness shall be a hundred stars
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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How Can You Be Lonely?
hear the sounds of footsteps
the ants are moving
pulling their catch
for the day
your cornflake
is tasty,
a spill of milk on
the floor
a lizard comes
down
to drink what
you wasted
a dragonfly
is lost and whirls
around the
flourescent bulb.
turn it off
it is 6 o'clock
there is no
more shadow
there are rays
of light
wanting to
enter the shutters
and the blinds
open them
turn off the light
welcome
this new morning
there is no more
reason to be
lonely
write it. I am
reborn.
write it. I am
a child of God.
I am a happy
child of God.
write it. I am
ready. I am going.
now. Go, go. go.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Barking Dog On The Wall Of The Room
turn your hand side wise
and let its shadow be cast
against the wall of your room
ahead is the light of the
bulb
and again to please yourself
and be a child again
you try to find that barking dog
in deeper silence
in the shadows of the walls
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dont Turn The Light Out
On my way home I met an
Old friend of mine
We walked and we talked an shared
A bottle of wine
We started to dance and my
Intentions were good
How could I know Id be misunderstood
I promised to call before the weekend
Was thru
Wed all get together sho she could
Meet you
I was just being friendly, I met her
By chance
You gotta believe me - its not a romance
Dont turn the light out, Im starting to see
Dont turn the light out, youre getting to me
Dont turn the light out, were burning so bright
Dont turn the light out.....dont turn the light out
You gotta see it from my point
Of view
The same situation could
Happen to you
I said it was over before she left
Town
I cant believe that youre putting me down
Dont turn the light out, Im starting to see
Dont turn the light out, youre getting to me
Dont turn the light out, were burning so bright
Dont turn the light out.....dont turn the light out
It would be easy if youd lighten up
Do it to please me, enough is enough
All that weve been thru, how can you doubt
The ups an the downs are what lovings about
So dont turn the light out, Im starting to see
Dont turn the light out, youre getting to me
Dont turn the light out, were burning so bright
Dont turn the light out.....dont turn the light out
song performed by by Cliff Richard
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Turn Me On
Like a flower waiting to bloom
Like a light bulb in a dark room
I am siting here waiting for you to come home and turn me on
Like the desert waiting for rain
Like a school kid waiting for spring
I am siting here waiting for you to come back home and turn me on
My poor heart, its been so dark
Since youve been gone
After all your the one who turned me off
Now your the only one that can turn me back on
Uh
My hi-fis waiting for a new tune
And my glass is waiting for some fresh ice-cubes
Im just siting here waiting for you to come on
Back home and turn me own.
song performed by by Nina Simone
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Rocket Science
My little boy once asked me
"Mummy, what is space?
Is it all just empty? "
I looked into his face.
I hesitated somewhat
before I gave reply
for I am not a scholar
and that is rocket science.
My answer was as follows,
you may not agree,
but my little boy was satisfied
and comforted by me.
I told him "there are moons,
stars and comets too,
but we just cannot see them
from our sitting room.
If we could switch a light on,
in space, just like at home,
We might see wondrous things,
but, for now, we just don't know.
Imagine for a moment
in this room, right where we are
A light bulb is the sun
and we are all the stars.
If we turn out the light
there's nothing we can see,
but when we turn it on again,
we see many things.
I often think that space
is like our pitch black room,
and one day men will light it
and it may be quite soon! "
My little boy looked up
at the big night sky outside
and said, "I understand now mum"
and rubbed his sleepy eyes.
I really hope I satisfied
his curiosity and one day
when he's grown up
he'll explain it all to me.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Sunflower, So Magnifcent And Beautiful!
My sunflower, hath for many days, lain dormant,
But for his unfortunate false interment,
Surely would he now be with her thither!
Without his nourishment, shall she wither!
Lonely, beauteous sunflower, most spectacular of all,
Did but choose to be without him, since the fall!
Not in need did she think, was she, of his 'water',
Now, as never before, through life, she doth totter!
Weary is she, from lack of his nourishment,
She doth plod along still, in need of same to be sent!
Not is she the same since the day she did forsake him,
Ne'er again shall be allowed, for granted, to take him!
Sunflower, so magnificent and beautiful,
To nourish such, my vocation taken-dutifully!
Maurice Harris,31 March 2008
poem by Maurice Harris
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I Dreamt I Caught A Little Owl
‘I dreamt I caught a little owl
And the bird was blue -’
‘But you may hunt for ever
And not find such a one.’
‘I dreamt I set a sunflower,
And red as blood it grew -’
‘But such a sunflower never
Bloomed beneath the sun.’
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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And So The Table Is Set
i like the way she
puts the array of food
in utter simplicity
accented
by a single light
bulb
the one that
is not so bright
not so glaring
for
glare is the last
element
that we both
do not need
just one red rose
on a very slender
crystal clear
vase
just a bud
tight lipped
and a dew
sparkling
like a tear
on this
lonely night
just one pizza
mushroom
and mozzarella
and some
red slices
of tomatoes
and onions
the white
circular ones
like a little
universe
with the bulb
as sun
and the spices
as planets
and here we
are
holding on to
each other
like god and goddess
in the little
kingdom of our
simple affections
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The light's in my head - Villanelle
There's a light in the sickroom that never goes dead,
Though daylight is dimming, through the still open curtain-
But the light's in my head; the light's in my head!
He lies in a stupor, but calls out from his bed;
And he never complains, but you fear that he's hurting-
There's a light in the sickroom that never goes dead.
She doesn't sleep nights, but sleeps daytimes instead;
Her breathing's still even, but death's near for certain-
But the light's in my head; the light's in my head!
First they said stroke, and then heart attack- dread!
With the new diagnosis, with death he is flirting-
There's a light in the sickroom that never goes dead.
There's cancer and heart disease, so lightly we tread;
It's bad news for sure- her aneurysm bursting! -
But the light's in my head; the light's in my head!
It's all here inside me now, all that I've said,
Now what's left in memory's darkness, I'm cursing;
There's a light in the sickroom that never goes dead-
And the light's in my head- the light's in my head!
poem by Patti Masterman
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The killer app that got the world ready for appliances was the light bulb. So the light bulb is what wired the world. And they weren't thinking about appliances when they wired the world. They were really thinking about - they weren't putting electricity into the home. They were putting lighting into the home.
quote by Jeff Bezos
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To me, lighting really sets the mood for a room. A 40 watt bulb in a cheap lamp is the same as a 40 watt bulb in an expensive one.
quote by Edward Walker
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Ultra Violet (Light My Way)
Sometimes I feel like I don't know
Sometimes I feel like checking out.
I wanna get it wrong
Can't always be strong
And love, it won't be long.
Oh, sugar, don't you cry.
Oh, child, wipe the tears from your eyes.
You know I need you to be strong
And the day it is dark, as the night is long.
Feel like trash, you make me feel clean.
I'm in the black, can't see or be seen.
Baby, baby, baby, light my way.
Alright now, baby, baby, baby, light my way.
You bury your treasure where it can't be found
But your love is a secret that's been passed around.
There is a silence that comes to a house
Where no-one can sleep.
I guess it's the price of love; I know it's not cheap.
Oh, come on, baby, baby, baby, light my way.
Oh, come on, baby, baby, baby, light my way
Baby, baby, baby, light my way.
I remember when we could sleep on stones.
Now we lie together in whispers and moans.
When I was all messed up and I heard opera in my head
Your love was a light bulb hanging over my bed.
Baby, baby, baby, light my way.
Oh, come on, baby, baby, baby, light my way.
song performed by by U2
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