Long Shooting star Poems
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ORIGINAL SONG:
Shine Your Light
Robbie Robertson
Ladder 49 Soundtrack
The cry of the city like a siren's song
Wailing over the rooftops the whole night long
Saw a shooting star like a diamond in the sky
Must be someone's soul passing by
These are the streets
Where we used to run where your Papa's from
These are the days
Where you become what you become
These are the streets
Where the story's told
The truth unfolds
Darkness settles in
Chorus:
Shine your light down on me
Lift me up so i can see
Shine your light when you're gone
Give me the strength
To carry on, carry on
Don't wanna be a hero
Just an everyday man
Trying to do the job the very best he can
But now it's like living on borrowed time
Out on the rim, over the line
Always tempting fate like a game of chance
Never wanna stick around to the very last dance
Sometimes i stumble and take a hard fall
hold your grip off the wall
Chorus
I thought i saw him walking by the side of the road
Maybe trying to find his way home
He's here but not here
He's gone but not gone
Just hope he knows if I get lost
Chorus
My Version:
SHINE YOUR LIGHT ON ME
Ive been down this road before
Its cold and dark and weary
No stars above me, no ground below me
The world is empty and I can only hear my heartbeat.
Shine your light on me
Shine your light on me
When Im all alone
Be my strength, my home
Shine your light on me
Help me God to see
That the world is bright
Be it day or night
Shine your light on me.
Sometimes Im hungry, my soul is thirsty
I long to hear the sound
Of sweet melody
People around me, they see right through me
Where has feeling gone
Where is humanity.
Shine your light on me
Shine your light on me
When Im all alone
Be my strength, my home
Shine your light on me
Help me God to see
That the world is bright
Be it day or night
Shine your light on me.
Now I see children with smiling faces
Innocence not lost, they gladen us the most
Teach the chidren
To be a mirror
For the blind to see, for the mute to talk
For the sick to heal, for the lame to walk
Shine your light on them
Shine your light on them
When they're all alone
Be their strength, their home
Shine your light on them
Help them God to see
That the world is bright
Be it day or night
Shine your light on them.
Written by : Farrah Veronica Sinha
Two young men in vietnam
Sit in a foxhole one night
While chatting and talking about there families
and sharing pictures of each others wives
But along in the Dark distance
Came a bright and shimmering light
The light came down from the sky
like a shooting star in midflight
Charley was spreading
into the jungles of the night
Shouting out to one another
Tat ca deu chet dêm nay
which means they all die tonight
As the men laid in the foxhole
watching people running for there life
One of the men said we must flee
the other man said not I
The one man said
In the bright shimmering light
But why does one not flee
and run too save his own life
The other man looked deep
Deep down in the man's eyes
and says I shall do as my fathers did
I shall stay, I shall fight and I shall die
The fleeing man had a face
a face full of surprise
He asked why does thou not flee with me
on this very hour tonight
He said I just can't do it
it's not the way I was raised
my mother always taught me
to have a little faith
See I believe in God
and I believe he has a plan
and if it's my time to go
might as well be like a man
So now do you see why,
why one does not flee tonight
why I choose to stay
and risk my life and fight?
The fleeing man said no
and ran into the dark jungle night
So the one man kept his word
with every inch of his might
sitting in his little foxhole
and fighting throughout the rest of the night
Until his upmost surprise
came mornings first daylight
he seemed to have survived
survived for one more night
Re-gathered with his troops
all thankful to be alive
the man began to search
for his friend that ran off that night
asking all the troops
if they had seem him around
he finally came to the realization
that his friend was nowhere to be found
But he forgot to check
where he should have looked before
because there laid his friend colorless
and lifeless on the floor
So the Vietnam war ended, it took so many lives
but the man who said that he shall stay and fight
now lives at home with that same wife
for he every sunday
visits a tall white ivory stone
on the front it reads, I miss you
and I cant believe that your gone
But with all the Commemorative plaques
and monumental poles
theres one saying that still holds true
there are no atheists in foxholes
To be different is your superpower,
An incantation hidden in the heart of midnight,
A silver vein in the dark fabric of the world,
Where dreams whisper ancient secrets and reality slips through veils of mist.
In the flow of consciousness, I lose myself in the labyrinth of the mind,
Where your inner gardens bloom in unknown colors,
Each petal, a symbol of your distinctive magic,
Among the shadows of conformity, you are a shooting star often lighting up the sky.
In the depths of my being, where silence carries ancient echoes,
I find reflections of your presence, a dance of light and darkness,
In this rigid world, you are a flowing stream of gold,
An eternally burning flame, bursting with power and mystery,
Your brilliance flowing from every step on the cosmic sands.
To be different is like a dream from another dimension,
Turning time into an eternal rainbow,
With every gesture, you break the patterns of normality,
Leaving behind a trace of unknown magic and eros.
In this universe of straight lines and rigor,
You are a magician of unwritten truths,
A storm of words and emotions defying the gravity of the ordinary,
Each thought a bow of circles, each breath an incantation.
The world wears its masks of humble uniformity, but you are the multicolored stained glass,
Every hue, every shadow of your being,
Forming a mosaic that unfolds only in the moonlight,
A story seen only in the eyes of those who lose themselves in your depth.
You are a fountain of mysteries beneath the core of the earth,
Your invisible current felt beneath the common surface of existence,
Teaching the roots of an enchanted forest that blooms at your touch.
You are that wave that shatters the rocks of conventions,
An eternal call to authenticity.
Your different magic weaves lights and shadows into boundless landscapes,
A reality anchored in myths and profound dreams, fulfilling you in unison,
Showing us that in your singularity, lies the power to shape worlds.
In the flow of consciousness, I always return to your essence,
Where rigid lines unravel into endless spirals,
And I recognize that to be different is a sublime gift,
A mystical poem written on the edge of eternity, where desires become light,
Flowing through the veins of a world that never ceases to transform,
In a melancholic dance of the divine and the magic that embraces us.
The faded wooden doors of the church
Loomed over me like the gates of hell.
A portal of anger and sadness,
That could consume my very body and soul,
Like a rabid dog looking for sanity
Forcing me into a typhoon of misery
And freezing me for a moment in time,
To remember a reality
That’s no longer real.
My soul, no longer a part of me,
Watching from above;
I watched my feet carry me,
With stuttering steps
Like a dying child;
Flowers of all kinds,
Roses, carnations, and ferns,
Poked their heads from every corner
Like peeping children
Hiding from their angry mothers.
Their smell no longer sweet
But reeked of death and heartache.
I no longer wanted to breathe
Panic ripped through my heart
Like a jagged knife
Tearing every ounce of sanity from my soul.
I gaped in fear as I saw her face,
A face that had once
Radiated with sunshine and laughter
Like a rainbow after a storm.
Was now filled with death and silence
To never again hold the key of life
But locked for eternity
In tragedy and despair,
Taking with her my life
And burning the bridge behind her.
I reached out for her hand
Then drew back in terror,
As her icy flesh burnt my skin;
A hand once warm and full of love
That comforted me,
Now lay motionless for eternity.
Sounds of grief and heartbreak
Burnt my ears like fire,
Causing me to glance in every direction;
People, many I knew,
Looked as if they too were in hell
Being gnawed at
By grief and pain.
My knees swayed,
Like a bridge in a terrible storm,
And buckled beneath me,
Throwing me violently to the floor;
As I lay cold and beaten,
I no longer cared to live,
My life was gone;
I looked up, hoping God would take me,
But saw only darkness instead.
Gradually, in the midst of that darkness,
Was a tiny light.
A light so bright and pure
I had to shield my eyes;
It called to me to get up
And like a broken child
I crawled to my feet;
I stood facing her
Her shiny skin gleamed in the light
Like a shooting star
As her beauty
Transcended her body.
At that moment she spoke to me
Begging me to go on;
I turned from her,
Facing the once hellish gates,
And staggered into a heavenly place
She promised to wait for me.
I reached for the handles of the heavy door
And walked out into the light,
A place where she and I
Were to live together
For all eternity.
Form:
The beautiful day begins in the house.
At the end of it, all that’s left of it is the moon,
Shimmering in all the night’s light.
A door to another world opens.
The only movement is a page turning in a book.
Suddenly, without notice, an inconceivable object drops.
The thing jumps and twirls and once again drops.
A person from another time, the future, enters the large house.
The man, pacing back and forward, finally sends away the hovering book.
He magically transports it to the glistening moon.
Something like a black hole, a portal inexplicably opens.
The book vanishes in a fading yellow light.
The visitor sees something bright, a room full of light.
And inside, a piece of paper from the hands of a child drops.
The door of the room slightly, quietly opens.
A child and her grandmother are drawing and inscrutable house.
In a circle and a beam of inconceivable beauty appears the moon.
On the page, like the hovering object, once again, is the sight of a book.
The child explains that she has, many times that year, read the book.
But her grandmother slowly shows the girl the true “light”.
Now, the girl understands that she was wrong, and now appears the moon!
It comes closer and closer, and then, like a shooting star, down it drops.
The planet has gone down from the sky to have a conversation in the house.
The moon elegantly flies in, as large as an elephant, and its mouth opens.
And now all of the people come close together and a road opens.
The grandmother and child are guided by a rather large book.
In time, the home disappears; they have left the house.
The book vanishes, and all that leads them is a guiding light.
The key to a room, calmly, as if carried by the wind, drops.
“Come in and let’s have a talk,” says not a person, but a face in white, the moon.
The grandmother is surprised, for she is seeing the real, live moon.
A beautiful and long conversation through all the night opens.
Then as dawn arrives, blood-red, the tone of their voices drops.
Grandmother and child come out of the wonderful book.
Outside it is day, a new beginning, another lively light.
They walk o’er their field and talk till’ they reach the house.
In the morning, the otherworldly man leaves the house.
Also, he disappears in a now magnificent golden light.
That is the end; there are no more pages in this book.
Eyes are the windows of a soul and they say ‘Love is blind’
But how do you describe colour to a sightless person?
Such depths to your violet eyes
The windows of your Soul
A flickering source of emotions
Speaking volumes ~ though sightless
Not limited by vision
Not obscured by darkness
Your dazzling beauty of true colour
Conceals your inner world
Of complex greys
Your smiles create rainbows
That stay
All through my day
In a world of colour
For some eyes
Sadness and mistrust linger
Your eyes mirror only
Beauty and Hope ~ Love and Joy
You ask for a detailed description of
the colour of your eyes
How can I?
Futile will be my try
No Master’s artistic brush can decipher
That deeper shade of violet
Changing like the sun’s ceremonial display
Retaining an aura of mystery
Seeking only truth
In your abstract blur of colour
Though ~ let me try
Here place your hand on my heart
How can one see colour
If it can’t be felt
Look through my eyes
Feel that majestic sky
With its beautiful variations of blue
Serenading the aqua sea below
Through sparkles of iridescent silver bursts
A tinge of pearly pink lazily drifts past
I hastily dip my brush just a touch
Do you see? Swirling pink with the blue
Another dip into the aqua of the sea
Hints from the bushes of lilacs below
A smidge of the red poppy
Blended till it’s the right shade of a violet hue
Can you feel my colour?
Behind your veil of black velvet?
My humble artistic attempt
Going beyond my range of limitations
Your
eyes glow
in approval
In that spinning vortex of
violet complexity ~ We dance in your world of darkness
As you whisper to me ~ that your eyes have always seen the stars.
We both look~~~~~incredulously ~~~~~at the same spot
A starburst ******************of light
A ~~~~~~~~~~~~~shooting~~~~~~~~~~~star
My wish ~~~~~~~~~~for you~~~~~~~~~~my love
To be ~~~~~~~~~~~~forever and~~~~~~~~always as
Brilliant as~~~~~~~~~~*********~~~~~~~~~~~you are
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True Colors movie clip – with vocals Anna Kendrick and Justin Timberlake
Although I greatly loved socializing, I really enjoyed being alone,
Like ebony evenings of magic, with no ringing of the telephone.
Since my young childhood, I had been, an introverted extrovert,
Like one with eyes to azure skies, for solitary sun's extra burst!
I loved my work as a museum tour guide, as blossoms love rain,
And offish Mars loves twirling alone, in the red days of his fame.
Yet, in leisure hours I was often alone, like a full, alienated moon,
Or stunning, vibrant rainbows, that won't be amassing very soon.
Friends oft invited me to parties, and sometimes I would accept,
As sun is seen coaxing roses, from the beds where winter's slept.
I lived in the house of quiet starlight, each of them roving alone,
Like solitary, jade grasshoppers, when green grass is overgrown.
My nearest neighbor was my best friend, and we were like family,
Ofttimes together, laughing steadily, in the days of golden vanity.
Pleasant summer was in high spirits, with a whistling in the trees,
And a continuous, merry humming, from hives of the honeybees.
One day, I labored in my garden, while marigold blooms sang sun;
And I saw a lone woodpecker tapping, getting his own work done.
It was not the first time I'd seen one, and they were always solo,
Like a total eclipse of the glorious sun, making of him a no-show.
Then I saw a pink hummingbird, flying backward, and upside down,
Reveling in aloof, open air dining, out on the quaint sunshiny town.
This brought to mind adorable koalas, living out serene lives alone,
Like a dramatic, lone shooting star, heading out to zones unknown.
Later I saw a pretty emerald butterfly, more solitary than the birds,
They live and usually migrate alone, past the city's outlying suburbs.
Then there is reclusive, giant panda, active at night and by twilight,
When hued skies remember and review, the golden day's highlights.
Thinking of complex nature's solo acts, I did gain valuable insights,
For being alone is only natural, circumstances defining what's right.
I am no longer feeling guilty, but am accepting myself just as I am.
As the sun accepts taking over, when heavy storms are on the lam.
I still laugh it up at joyous parties, like fireworks and confetti stars,
Yet, I require long intervals of silence, like silky nights of no chaos!
In the dark days of fighting hence
The Heartstone endured its' greatest peril
The power of magic on the battlements
Vanquished the wraiths
Knights fought and won
The arm, severed
clutching the sword
Fell into the Wraiths' black mist
It never hit the ground
A mailed fist,
that could not be found
A Knight can die...
Defending all that is right
All that is true
The sword lives forever
The years rolled by
A sword can live forever
Glittering bright
Never, never
Lose sight...
That a Knight can die
The soul lives on
Forever etched on the steel
Waiting to be found
Heartstone looked far...
During sunbright
Under star
The sword would not reveal
Its' light,
of the soul of a long dead Knight
The soul of a long dead Knight
A sword lost in time
The missing light
The sword, fell
From the battlements
In to the Wraiths' stinking hell
Piercing the horrors within
The sword embedded to the hilt,
in a horror of rags and bone
Blood spilt.
It slunk off, in the night, alone
Taking a sword
Taking the light
From the castle
From the knight
Where it lay,
was never known
The filth of rag and bone
Covered up, never to see the day
A sword that belonged to a Knight
Amongst the boulders and scree
In a glade of ferns
A sword to reveal
The light,
of a long lost Knight
It could be found by you
It could be found by me
A full moon rose
Shooting star , fell to the ground
In a starlit sky
A sword waiting to be found
The Princess of Stars,
followed the shooting star
Where it lay
In the shadow of a wood,
amongst boulder and scree
The Princess of Stars,
followed the shooting star
Where it lay
In the shadow of a wood
Amongst boulder and scree,
in the shadow of the night
A glint of steel
Amongst the scree
A sword to reveal
The Star Princess blew away the filth and rags
The sword, glittered and shone
The soul of a long dead Knight
Revealed in the light
The Princess touched the sword hilt
The name of the Knight glowed
For the sword showed
Her fathers' name
A lost Knight
Found by a shooting stars guiding light
A Knight cannot die
The sword lives on
The lost Knights ' light shone
In the hearts of you and I
A sword found
As sword to place in the great hall
A Knights' lost soul
A Knight to remember to us all
(Originally wrote it as a song, but I like it like this as well.)
A shooting star
make a wish,
give me a kiss
on the hood of the car
I taste your lips,
it's the sweetest thing.
We're all alone
while the crickets sing.
With staring eyes,
see glowing fire-flies.
And shooting stars light up the skies.
A perfect night
with a gentle breeze
whistling through the trees.
It feels so right
as tensions ease.
So relaxed
just lay back
and taste the fruit
our peaches snack.
While feelings rise
and shooting stars light up our skies.
That fresh air scent
so good to your nose
catches on our clothes.
A night well spent,
together with you.
It's just us two,
The moon shining bright,
it's our only light.
While on this night,
in the grass we lye
as shooting stars light up the sky.
Crashing waves,
soothing beachfront sounds
wash out our sandcastle mounds.
Could stay for days,
on this sandy beach.
See the stars we reach
over the ocean sees.
And on the tides
it never dies.
Is what we realize
as shooting stars light up our skies.
Our quiet hill,
with no more racket.
Just a picnic basket.
The wind is still
under a tree.
Just you and me
eat off your belly.
So, so happy.
We wait till night
right before sunrise.
To watch the shooting stars light up the skies.
A shooting star.
Makes a light so bright,
it lights up the night.
Now here we are.
Lost in love
the kind you only dream of.
On the hood of the car.
To forever feel like this,
is what I make my wish.
When you wish upon,
a shooting star.
The time's eleven eleven.
A meteor shower
on the top of the hour.
Your smile is heaven
and you aim it at me.
It's all I see
a good memory
while you hold the key,
to me inside.
Fills me with butterflies
while shooting stars light up our skies.
Just us two
no one else around
your voice the sweetest sound.
I say to you,
that I love you.
You say you love me too,
while you take my hand.
Our toes buried in the sand.
Get lost in your eyes,
completely mesmerized
as shooting stars light up the skies.
Shooting stars,
hoods of cars,
late night wishes,
lighthouse kisses.
The moments ours,
just go with it.
Sunday picnics,
one way tickets.
And I got my wish it
all started with just one kiss.
How I love the taste of your lips.
"He sings his hymns every night, that she will know
the sounds that echo in his heart."
A gift he offers to soothe my lonely days
for in most of my waking hours we must be apart.
"She reveals a hint of a mystery lady
in her words and reflections."
No mystery am I to the one I hold dear
My love proclaimed with tender affections.
"Faith and love are the essential secrets to happiness.
That you possess both," he said, "is a great gift."
Thereafter, he sparked in me a flame of desire
I penned my emotions with the speed of a swift.
"That you can express them so beautifully is a joy to read.
But not all puzzles," said he, "need to reveal their true self."
I pondered his words, wondering what he'd meant
Was he expressing love or I am fooling myself?
"Like two lovers lost in the night sky, only to find one was a fixed star
and the other a shooting star, fading, lost in the dawning of light."
Confused, I waited with questions, clarification of what he meant.
Time passed slowly until he came to me that night.
"Some walls are built to keep things out and some to keep them in.
And some walls we need to just tear down. Once more unto the breach."
I knew there was a wall between us. Could it be torn down?
Did he want me in his life or out? His reply I would beseech.
"I felt this one deeply, Jen. Every line an ode to love,
just fingertips apart yet somehow distant. How deep the trenches."
I knew the answer and was flushed with relief
He spoke of love's flame and the fire in him that I quench.
"Sometimes with emotional waves, you never see them coming
then all of sudden they hit you like a tsunami."
I contemplated every word he had spoken
as I walked along the shore on a night warm and balmy.
"Joy and misery are the fulfillment of life and experience.
You can't know one without the other."
It's a life of happiness I want to share with him
To have the joy of loving him forever is what I'd rather.
"The mysterious raven - harbinger in the night, silhouette at the window,"
he added, "Like honey, baby, from the bee, you leave me wanting more."
No more questions did I ask during our trysting time together
Hours spent laughing and loving with the swan I'd come to adore.
April-8-2023-kj