The once was a group on Fourth of July
Who partied with all that money could buy
Games and food suited their mood
A flaming dessert seemed good
Until a roman candle torched their pie
The babysitter across the hallway
lit a candle during the blackout.
Soft music played in the apartment
I checked on their place
to see the toddler asleep on the couch,
the parents away on a date.
A soft glow shared.
We left our doors open
to keep an eye on each other.
Dusk swept over a line, apartments
at the edge of town. We were left
to the resonance of our silence.
A line of residences
along the street rested
on a Sunday night.
Just beyond a line of trees
a creek took in what the rain had left.
Stars to the west hid somewhere beyond.
Winter candle fades,
silence folds the fallen name,
dawn wears their last light.
Overall Meaning:
The poem shows that death ends a life, but not the light a person leaves behind. Memory, love, and impact continue after they are gone.
All candles tall and short,
Whether stout or very slim,
Do but always impart
Light, which is never ever dim.
Watch the roses grow,
They don’t mind the thorns.
Seen the lotus glow,
Ne’er the slush it scorns.
So too must we shine,
In our own little way,
For in God’s own time
Our actions will repay.
Ne’er be disheartened,
If your contributions seem small.
As burdens are lightened,
By the sincere efforts of all!
Copyright © by Crystal David John
Shadows,
dark silhouettes,
flickering candle casts them,
the ambience of a dark room,
in a relaxed setting.
A long time ago, I was a teacher,
I walked into a tiny chapel,
I lit a candle so that a student could have her Baccalaureate,
She was of age, we were sharing some light,
Unfortunately, she didn’t get her exam,
every time I pass this chapel
I’m thinking of her, light a new candle.
We cannot forget ourselves.
flicker
in eyes watching
echoes the pulse of heartbeats
cradled by the warmth of stone hearth
stills the rippling shivers
candles
wax standing tall
a bright light glows shining warmth
dark rooms are filled with a bright light
what a beautiful sight
Between the body and soul is the mind
between the mind and the body is intelligence
imagination to the mind brings
life into the world
and to introspect into the mind
adds to the fulfillment of the desire
life is a dream between birth and death
as the clouds over the mountain
lies between heaven and the floor below
the feet that persevere knowledge
will reach the edge of the shore
where the waves from the ocean
creates a cemetery on the sand
between knowledge and ignorance
between darkness and light
the opportunity exists to choose
between wrong and right
what is this body
without a soul but only an empty vessel
to leave behind
the winds of change will come
and the buds will spring again
to blossom with the wind
what is this soul without a body
can one prove it's a ghost
it's an illusion of the mind
to believe what is untrue
the magnet of inspiration
symbolizes truth
which is the source of energy
for life to flow
where beyond the horizon
when the sunset will disappear
above in the heaven
the soul will glow.
What daybreak promises
afternoon fades away
Dusk's a gray candle
at the departure of day
Look out the next morn
on a sunrise so grand
Alas, by the twilight
see something less than
She lit up his world like a Roman candle
But then disappeared in a flash,
took all that he thought they'd built,
and burned it straight to ash
If she comes back, slinking round,
He won't open that door again
He's not gonna wait around
For her to explain where she's been
By: J.N.R Dutton
Something
Old
New
Borrowed
Red, White and Blue
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Happy 250th Birthday America
My candle flickered through all the darkness which we grew
My candle shone ahead when we knew nothing but dread
My candle gave us light when we gave in to the fight
My candle lit the way even on our darkest day
I have the candle here, and it represents my *****
Belief I will avail; I must refuse to fail
autumn leaves are drifting down
the cold mist rolls to the shore
one lone candle lights my door
drawn in, I feel as before
o god’s light of love on this earth….
yeshua his candle never dims
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