0287 Ars poetica

A poem should be -

stop right there, chum. You’ve hit
the target in four words.

see it there? Like the
Northern Lights, the Aurora Borealis,
like a simile,
flashing through the mind,
reshaping the heavens,

soaring merrily above
should-be-s and shouldn’t-be-s

and - not even like I’ve said.
like nothing else
except itself

poetica my ars

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poem by Michael Shepherd
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Northern Star

And I cry and no one can hear
Inhale
The blinded eyes that see
The chaos
Bring the pitiful to me
Even though Im wide-awake, I will
& blackest night & I will wait for you
Its cold in here, theres no one left
And I wait for you
And nothing stops it happening
And I knew, Id cherish all my misery alone
And I wait staring at the northern star
Im afraid it wont lead me anywhere
Hes so cold, he will ruin the world tonight
All the angels kneel into the northern lights
Kneel into the frozen lights
And they paid, I cry and cry for you
Ghosts that haunt you with their sorrow
I cried cos you were doomed
Praying to the wound that swallows

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song performed by Hole
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Arctic Moon

Arctic moon—you rise like a cold memory
From the bleak black boiling sea.

Arctic moon—your yellow light dances
With the limber aurora borealis.

Arctic moon—you glide across
A world of darkness and loss.

Arctic moon—you yet reveal
The beauty that winter would conceal.

poem by William Graham
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The Other Smile

Death will not measure
the height,
from which we fall.
Not being,
the psyche of primeval fear
finds its conscience –

subverts the softness
of moon-eyed life
with wealth of green blood
in brown bread.

And the white candle
burns at night
to send aurora borealis
in blue irises.

poem by Satish Verma
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Man Of Miracles

Written by james young, raymond brandle, dennis deyoung
Lead vocals by james young
He was a man of miracles
Fighting the solar windstorm
A winged horse guides his way
Oracle of the ancient midnight
Calls forth everlasting pain
And I know, yes I know
He was a man of miracles
Riding golden meteorites
Ruler of distant galaxies
Born of the northern lights
Of the northern lights
Sorcerer of the dark moon
Who dare incur his rage?
First child of the scorpion
Prophet of the crystal age
And I know, yes I know
He was a man of miracles
Riding golden meteorites

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song performed by Styx
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Adored in Somnolence

He curls up behind her
His every curve
Melting into her own.
The setting sun
Reflects from the lake
And dances across the ceiling
Like the aurora borealis
And they watch the display
In sleepy silence.
The temperature slowly drops.
He pulls the cover higher
On her.
For the first time in her life,
She feels safe.
His hand cups her breast,
As she drifts to dreaming,
With a tiny smile on her face.
He kisses her hair
And follows her.
Goodnight.

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poem by Ruby Honeytip
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Christmas night legend

When the aurora borealis on Christmas night
throw magical lights over the north pole,
Lucifer rises out of his hell domain
to look at the outside world.

A single night away
from the terrible fire
can feel as it last a eternity
and when the ice glitters silver white,
he stares over the pure ice fields.

There are guilt thoughts
that rises ghostly out of the silver white
and overwhelming
are for a moment in his heart.

Above him the northern lights gives magic to the night
and reminds of a place
with glowing precious stones,
where he once were

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poem by Gert Strydom
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At The Close Of The Canvass

'Twas a Venerable Person, whom I met one Sunday morning,
All appareled as a prophet of a melancholy sect;
And in a jeremaid of objurgatory warning
He lifted up his _jodel_ to the following effect:

O ye sanguinary statesmen, intermit your verbal tussles
O ye editors and orators, consent to hear my lay!
And a little while the digital and maxillary muscles
And attend to what a Venerable Person has to say.

Cease your writing, cease your shouting, cease your wild unearthly lying;
Cease to bandy such expressions as are never, never found
In the letter of a lover; cease 'exposing' and 'replying'
Let there be abated fury and a decrement of sound.

For to-morrow will be Monday and the fifth day of November
Only day of opportunity before the final rush.
_Carpe diem!_ go conciliate each person who's a member
Of the other party-do it while you can without a blush.

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poem by Ambrose Bierce
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At The Close Of The Canvass

'Twas a Venerable Person, whom I met one Sunday morning,
All appareled as a prophet of a melancholy sect;
And in a Jeremiad of objurgatory warning
He lifted up his jodel to the following effect:

'O ye sanguinary statesmen, intermit your verbal tussles!
O ye editors and orators, consent to hear my lay!
Rest a little while the digital and maxillary muscles
And attend to what a Venerable Person has to say.

'Cease your writing, cease your shouting, cease your wild unearthly lying;
Cease to bandy such expressions as are never, never found
In the letter of a lover; cease 'exposing' and 'replying'
Let there be abated fury and a decrement of sound.

'For to-morrow will be Monday and the fifth day of November-
Only day of opportunity before the final rush.

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poem by Ambrose Bierce
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Couldn't Get Away

I walked along the avenue,
I never thought i'd meet a girl like you.
Meet a girl like you.
With auburn hair and tauny eyes;
The kind of eyes that hypnotise me through,
Hypnotise me through.
And I ran.
I ran so far away.
Couldn't get away.
A crowd appears above your head.
A beam of light comes shining down on you.
Shining down on you.
The crowd is moving near us still.
Aurora borealis comes in view.
Aurora comes in view.
And I ran.
I ran so far away.
I just ran, I ran all night and day.
Couldn't get away.
You started him to touch your face,

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song performed by Bowling For Soup
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The music of one’s love is deaf and dumb

Curiously I once heard music
where there was none
this I perceived when
-two deaf and dumb,
young lovers were caught-up
in an all-embracing kiss.
After which they spoke in sign,
by so much implicit recollection-that
I myself; could clearly, understand
each phrase of intangible air
each semaphore!
Each nuance of elicit breath;
and whilst I silently stood, there…
I swear I saw their beauty
prelude in an almost; atmospheric light!
And oh, I'm sure the aurora-borealis
invoked my hearts delight!
To see that the music of one's
love is deaf and dumb,
but never is it blind

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poem by Mark Heathcote
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Sometimes

Sometimes,
I don’t know how,
I hover over
The Tropic of Capricorn,
Riding on a cirrus
Wispy, white and torn,
Looking at the azure sea
Below.

Sometimes,
I don’t know why,
I am suddenly
At the Arno in Florence,
Listening to Dante’s
Sweet verse at the fence,
While Beatrice is flitting, pure
And shy.

And sometimes,
I don’t know what

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poem by Paul Hartal
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My Sister, My Friend

I remember
Summer days
Walking in the woods
Running through the meadow
Splashing in the stream
Resting in the tall golden grass
Naming the cloud
I remember

I remember
Winter nights
Aurora Borealis
Skating in the yard
Sleighing the big and little dipper
Might Orion ready for battle
Snow creatures
I remember

I remember
Fall leaves

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poem by Theresa Quinn
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Birthdays

Next birthday
I am thirty-six,
& formed (for all intents
& purposes)
in tooth & claw.
Six books
have peeled away
all that I am
& all
that I am not;
I turn back pages now
in history's dog-eared
book, & write
of other lives.

& here you come,
pink as dawn,
rosy as the aurora borealis
blooming over Yorkshire
& the ruined abbeys

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poem by Erica Jong
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Sun Is King Of The Skies

Sun is telling us to end microwave waves,
by making sun spots that interfere by it's rays.
Also Sun's sunspots will stop telecommunications
we don't know it but our brains send out vibrations
that are in synch with planet Earth's which is not a tribulation.
The magnetic field that is projected from solar flares
creates a magnetic storm and makes colorful skies
in which to stare.
The Aurora Borealis and Australis is the result of a solar
flare and it can pretty but also beware.
On Earth solar flares can disrupt radio signals and power grids
all satellites orbiting Earth can get hit because of solar winds.
Sun has it's way, does not want humans to have trash
in the skies to this day.
Sun and Earth will always rule in the end
follow the Mayan calendar my dear friend.

Written by Christina Sunrise on May 17,2012

poem by Christina Sunrise
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Flickering Lights

Never Observed Aurora Borealis.
Though heard witnessed tales. Viewed.
Magical Spectral Ephemeral Wizardry.

On programmed film.
Shall I ever?
Obtain chance privilege
witness wonder personally?

In present flesh. Electrified senses. To behold.
Wonder with mine own mesmerized eyes.
Like witnessing worshipped transfiguration.

Cosmic wonder superstition
time space continuum.
Ignited beheld universe
electrified ionized skies.

Close guarded opinionates

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poem by Terence George Craddock
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Christmas Cabin Fever

Wear a brown hat like a snow-man
Sleep with the dogs in the snow
While the Northern Lights are turning
And the moon tells all she knows.

Tell me you’re not leaving
Tell me you’re content
But you’re shaking like a flower
So cold and oh so wet.

You’re my snow-storm baby
So out of touch
You’re so ruthless, baby
But the snowman has a crutch.

The children light their candles
Their daddy says his prayers
If dreams are just to bury
Tomorrow comes despair.

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poem by Brian Purdy
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Midnight Sun

Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice, warmer than the summer night
The clouds were like an alabaster palace rising to a snowy height.
Each star its own aurora borealis, suddenly you held me tight,
I could see the midnight sun.
I cant explain the silver rain that found me--or was that a moonlight veil?
The music of the universe around me, or was that a nightingale?
And then your arms miraculously found me,suddenly the sky turned pale,
I could see the midnight sun.
Was there such a night, its a thrill I still dont quite believe,
But after you were gone, there was still some stardust on my sleeve.
The flame of it may dwindle to an ember, and the stars forget to shine,
And we may see the meadow in december, icy white and crystalline.
But oh my darling always Ill remember when your lips were close to mine,
And we saw the midnight sun.

song performed by Ella Fitzgerald
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The poet and poetess II

The poetess

The night I met you something special happened
It was like a fusion of two stars in blue
They made the shivering nature to brighten
A concealed window opened and I saw you

The poet

It was a rainy day the clouds cried so hard
Until I felt my fire sparking inside
And you dashed my sadness when you crossed onward
I waited you all my life, please be my bride.

The poetess

I felt I really met you in before time
I knew you are my love when I touched your soul
This interchange of feelings is so sublime
As aurora borealis in North Pole

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poem by Marieta Maglas
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Pocahontas

Aurora borealis
The icy sky at night
Paddles cut the water
In a long and hurried flight
From the white man to the fields of green
And the homeland weve never seen.
They killed us in our tepee
And they cut our women down
They might have left some babies
Cryin on the ground
But the firesticks and the wagons come
And the night falls on the setting sun.
They massacred the buffalo
Kitty corner from the bank
The taxis run across my feet
And my eyes have turned to blanks
In my little box at the top of the stairs
With my indian rug and a pipe to share.
I wish a was a trapper
I would give thousand pelts

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song performed by Neil Young
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