By deeLD37. Saturday, October 22, 2011 2:38:33 PM
Sitting in the DarknessSitting alone in the darkness.
Is it night already?? but why no stars and where is the moon?
Am i inside the cave? I need a light
Am i buried in the ground?
So dark,no light.
Only hearing the beat of my own heart.
Only hearing sounds of my breath...
Sitting alone in the darkness,
don't know what to do.
No stars, where is the moon ?
No light, not even from the Sun.
All I seen only black,
I get blind in the dark,
no lights to give me direction
where I must go and out from the darkness.
To the left or to the right?
Move forward or move backward?
It's dark, no sign..
I get stuck in the darkness, with the rain drops on me.
I am cold,
I am wet.
I am waiting the rain will stop and black cloud will go away,
or hoping for the Sunshines to touch my face right away,
to give me warm and with the rainbow in the morning,
or i must wait until the night with the moon and stars will shining.
ALLAH My Lord, My Rabb
Only You can stop the rain,
You can bring the moon back,
May I have the Sun comes out to give me warm?
In Your hand, the beautiful rainbow will coming out after the rain..
Please, only a light i need,
in the darkness place indeed.
(poem by:Dee.. http://my.opera.com/LD37/blog/2011/10/22/sitting-in-the-darkness
By joshua munyaradzi mimanasirjosh. Friday, August 26, 2011 2:58:35 PM
Why did the morning came so fast
My soul had found comfort at last
From the black shadows of darkness cast,
The moon to friend, my heart trust
For man's intentions are like dust
By wind blown away from the crust
What has light that we should trust?,
When daylight is full of lust
Hatred, corruption of hearts
Men and their women are beasts
Children wander without love,
Cold hearts, cold minds,
Where is beauty, if darkness is to evil.
By Wizardlokutus-prime. Saturday, December 6, 2008 9:04:24 AM
To: Whom It May Concern
----- IF -------
If all you ever showed were lists
that hint The Winner is on there
but then allowed a fog to fill
the pages where so many care,
If every name you placed right now
is there because of lobbyied votes
or loud "hoozahhhhs!" or 'silly' notes,
If you have never had a place
for poets, or never knew a rhyming-plan,
then I must say it's rather odd
you missed out me, The Rhyming Man,
If you declaim that black is white
and then allow that day is night
but print more lists to prove You're bright,
and then sit back while we must think
the whole ship leaks and may well sink,
Then you have earned a nom-de-plume
that tells the world you're out of tune
with what "best" means in widest measure
when used by you, as some mock-treasure,
And If you ever try again,
sparing us all from hurt-pride-pain,
then may it fall to you to know
that many viewed your several lists with woe
and in the weaving to-and-fro
you dealt a many fingered blow
to aspirants and all who dreamed
of votes counted in a well-run scheme,
but then found lists drawn and re-drawn
and saw their chosen 'fail' in one bleak morn.
If you can learn from all this and admit
you fumbled with the ball but then dropped it,
then I believe that you might organise
a future competition with a better enterprise,
(not based on bollywood or frantic lists
whose veracity is undone)
and, what is more, you'll be an organizer, my son.
(c) L Prime
By Maree Long. Sunday, January 27, 2008 5:25:35 AM
not quite content with the title but happy with content......gotta love the dictionary....lol
LIGHTS IN THE NIGHT
generated colored lights
bamboo tubes filled with finely
grourid charcoal and sulfur
He held her hand and looked up
and realising she was more beautiful
more firey than lighted missles
and all that was her
extravagant the display they witness
elaborate production of floating
bodies in the nights heavens
and lavish the art that pleases the eye
lightening exposed realing the senses
intense the shooting stars and flame
bright confetti fills the air
as smoke and splendour fills the sky
A spherical break of colored stars
that leaves a visible trail of sparks
such the jewels that glitter
crisscrossing the dark blanket above
radial lines like the legs of a spider
burst in a straight line of trajectory
until we come to the final salute
that tells us the end is nigh my love
and so we watched that night
the liquid fuel that caused the final
fireball in the sky so
burst sizzle dazzle and scatter
and for a brief moment on summer's eve
they satieted and soaked in the lights
one single magical moment
for in that eve nought would matter
(c) Maree Long 2008