Heavenly Shades of Night are Falling, it's....

[normal jean]

time to write a sunset poem for anyone here who needs some beauty in his or her life. Something so amazing it washes away the ugly and the gray-ness of life that can't help but be here, just because there is an equal to everything, good and bad, beautiful and ugly, bras and no bras, you get the idea...

So I say, fuck the ugly, fuck the bad, fuck the mean and the rude, write something that would make a sunset jealous,. and of course, dedicate it to me

( just kiddin' bout that part...)

I will be up super late and I swear I will post one.

love you guys



your devoted emoticon slut, normal jean

 

[normal jean]

An Angel just sent me a PM with this link, a fabulous rendition video with a terrific quality sound.

and to that certain Angel, thank you! xoxox

Twilight Time

and I was thinking, maybe we could have a sort of challenge type thing. i will post the lyrics and anyone who is interested could

take a line from the song and use it as a line, maybe the opening line, or theme, of their poem.

just a suggestion. Another side note, Twilight Time was the song used as the "Kill Switch" in the episode of the X-Files titled "Kill Switch" and also, thats where dear ol' Killswitch in the GB et al got his moniker. he said I Was the first to figure it out, so yeah, I'm kinda proud of that. Maybe I shouldn't admit to liking those shows, but, geez, sci-fi just sets my world on fire, the possibilities of it all. Give me a string and I will write you a theory about it, somehow

~~~~~

Twilight Time
The Platters

Heavenly shades of night are falling
It's twilight time
Out of the mist your voice is calling
It's twilight time
When purple colored curtains
Mark the end of the day
I hear you my dear at twilight time

Deepening shadows gather splendor
As day is done
Fingers of night will soon surrender
The setting sun
I count the moments darling
Till you're here with me
Together at last at twilight time

Here in the after-glow of day
We keep our rendez-vous beneath the blue
Here in the sweet and same old way
I fall in love again as I did then

Deep in the dark your kiss will thrill me
Like days of old
Lighting the spark of love that fills me
With dreams untold
Each day I pray for evening just
To be with you
Together at last at twilight time

Together at last at twilight time


~~~

 

[sassynyc]

Count me in. Give me a minute to put a spin on the lyrics.

 

[sassynyc]

Twilight Time

Take a bow. Dipping sun
descends the evening stage
lingering, those moments before
final curtain call. No encore in
the afterglow of day. Twilight time
that beautiful stretch of silence
marks sun's retreat. Heavenly
streaks of gold and orange, magenta
and fuzzy peach. A palette behind
dropped purple curtains, the solace
in beauty we seek. The heavenly shade
of night has fallen. Stars do shine. Tossed
in air, clinging to the magic of a velvet sky.
Together at last, at twilight time.

 

[nickdelight]

Twilight Clouds

I was wondering how I'd present myself amongst this august company of poets. Let me share with you something that happened at twilight, which almost seems a dream.

Sunset -
the flying ants soar,
a shifting cloud
of uncountable long black bodies
with rice paper wings
mounted on fragile frames
that captures the setting light
kaleidoscopes the warm colours.

Higher up they go,
darker goes the sky.

There they go
a crystal and chitin cloud.

Gone, with the last rays
of dusk.

 

[normal jean]

If You Don't Notice beauty, does that mean it isn't there?

Observations on "day" as a man


When he left, dusk fell
upon me, heavy and heaving
spilling over with a new suit strut
and pin-stripes running together
spelling out the word bravado.

On that day he saw himself
infallible; a handsome
and perfect,
but thoughtless man.

Oh, if Today were a man
what an ego he'd have-
and I would beg to fuck him
just one taste of that fiery
arrogant beast and I would praise
him for what a fine job he does.
Each and every day, shining
and he isn't modest, he brags
of every completion of yet another day,
every day and I never cease to marvel
as magnificent starry curtains fall.

But as glorious as Day is
what about the night?
when this hemisphere kicks back
for a little siesta?
Night is for renewal and mischief
for loving and fucking and sleeping.
But Day takes all the credit
he got the ball rolling,
the population sets their alarms
for Him.
But he never stops to consider
that in a mere twelve hours
a human soul can suffer both
intense pleasure and unbearable pain.

When you left
I felt the weight of the cosmos
( or something close to it)
collapse upon me
like a black hole being born
suckling at the very life of me
from both ends.

The Earth was my body
and I was still and heavy;
dying. And I felt myself drown
along with the horizon
in orgasmic, orange fury.

Purple had deemed himself
the fifth horseman. Undertaker
of the remnants of Day and
He is always such a joker
a regal cloaked buffoon
in cahoots with Mother Nature
and you just never know
if he'll thrown you a storm
or a colorful and cloudy
afternoon.

and it's no secret- he's a sadist
unforgiving task master and
perpetually accident prone.
The general consensus
was "probably insane"
and he took great pleasure
in whipping Day's soldiers
into shape,
like so many bleating
squealing clouds.

White caused echoes
when it collided with blue
and eyes became deafened
by the beauty of it all
yet I ached for them as they fought
becoming torn apart,
inside out, ripped and ruined
but refusing
to give up, to die.

Oh, this is twilight time
for those sheep who travel
amongst us, the ones who think
they've figured out the how
and why

It's simple-
we live, we die
and nothing but time
can stop us
and it's our choice
what happens
in those in-between times.

I don't know about you
but I'll probably be smiling
and crying
night and day
is something we seem to take
for granted.

 

[normal jean]

Take a bow. Dipping sun
descends the evening stage
lingering, those moments before
final curtain call. No encore in
the afterglow of day. Twilight time
that beautiful stretch of silence
marks sun's retreat. Heavenly
streaks of gold and orange, magenta
and fuzzy peach. A palette behind
dropped purple curtains, the solace
in beauty we seek. The heavenly shade
of night has fallen. Stars do shine. Tossed
in air, clinging to the magic of a velvet sky.
Together at last, at twilight time.

Sassy, oh my! This is beautiful! I can see it all Especially enjoy the peach reference ( It;s peach harvest time here and I saw some biggerthan soft balls yesteray, OMG, they are so sweet!)

oh, and I meant to mention, the last three lines truly are a lovely image.

Thank you for playing with me.

Umm, you know what I mean..


:

 

[normal jean]

I was wondering how I'd present myself amongst this august company of poets. Let me share with you something that happened at twilight, which almost seems a dream.

Sunset -
the flying ants soar,
a shifting cloud
of uncountable long black bodies
with rice paper wings
mounted on fragile frames
that captures the setting light
kaleidoscopes the warm colours.

Higher up they go,
darker goes the sky.

There they go
a crystal and chitin cloud.

Gone, with the last rays
of dusk.

~~~

well, I feel honored that you made such a wonderful entrance to my little thread here. Welcome to Lit! There's lots cool people here in the poetry forum. We have a pretty good time and there are some talented people here that will just blow you away.

~~


YOU have a great way with words there. Where have you written before? Maybe you have been published? There are a good many people here who have been, so if you're interested in t hat, there are many people,myself included who would love to help you out with links to ezines and print.


Once again, welcome to the Forum and thank you your awesome contribution to the Twilight thread.



NJ

 

[sassynyc]

I was wondering how I'd present myself amongst this august company of poets. Let me share with you something that happened at twilight, which almost seems a dream.

Sunset -
the flying ants soar,
a shifting cloud
of uncountable long black bodies
with rice paper wings
mounted on fragile frames
that captures the setting light
kaleidoscopes the warm colours.

Higher up they go,
darker goes the sky.

There they go
a crystal and chitin cloud.

Gone, with the last rays
of dusk.

Dee-light-ful!
And Welcome

Thank you for playing with me.

Umm, you know what I mean..


:

LOL!
From one emoticon slut, to another

 

[unpredictablebijou]

sweet idea! thanks for the inspiration!

I'm on it but it'll be a bit. I'm swamped.

Maybe by tomorrow's twilight...

bj

 

[Liar]

This caligraphy is unknown,
an alphabet of fire written on a bed of clouds.

A poem in the language of fractals,
not for man to descipher, only absorb.

Sprouted from the chest of an exuberant sun,
all the excess beauty it needed to discharge
before sleep.

Not for man to read, only sense
its whispers.

 

[champagne1982]

Fingers of night will soon
surrender their grasp on the moon;
gilded swaths of sunset bright
limne the distance with fading light.
If you could taste the evening
in the afterglow of day,
we'd revel in the mango sherbet
of heaven's final ray
of sunshine. Our love forever
coloured peach in the afterglow;
this evening we spend together,
this twilight time.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I got stuck on the ending but this is as far as I have got

Take my hand and lead me darling
to twilight time,
calloused now but gently steering
this twilight time.
Our sunset rays are nearing
but still an after-glow
is calling, from your sweet loving
arms around me
our twilight time.
Deep in your love you still can thrill me
though we grow old,
passionate kisses in purple shadows
our love still strong.

 

[sassynyc]

This caligraphy is unknown,
an alphabet of fire written on a bed of clouds.

A poem in the language of fractals,
not for man to descipher, only absorb.

Sprouted from the chest of an exuberant sun,
all the excess beauty it needed to discharge
before sleep.

Not for man to read, only sense
its whispers.

*blown away*

 

[nickdelight]

Dee-light-ful!
And Welcome



LOL!
From one emoticon slut, to another

~~~

well, I feel honored that you made such a wonderful entrance to my little thread here. Welcome to Lit! There's lots cool people here in the poetry forum. We have a pretty good time and there are some talented people here that will just blow you away.

~~


YOU have a great way with words there. Where have you written before? Maybe you have been published? There are a good many people here who have been, so if you're interested in t hat, there are many people,myself included who would love to help you out with links to ezines and print.


Once again, welcome to the Forum and thank you your awesome contribution to the Twilight thread.



NJ

Thank you both normal jean and sassynyc for such a warm welcome and reaction.

In reply to your question normal jean, I haven't been published or written elsewhere before. It's really just a hobby which I enjoy passionately, though I'd be lying if I said it hasn't crossed my mind, just wasn't sure how to go about doing it.

 

[sassynyc]

Thank you both normal jean and sassynyc for such a warm welcome and reaction.

In reply to your question normal jean, I haven't been published or written elsewhere before. It's really just a hobby which I enjoy passionately, though I'd be lying if I said it hasn't crossed my mind, just wasn't sure how to go about doing it.

oh hush, you. so formal. she's nj, i'm sassy. you're among friends.

 

[nickdelight]

oh hush, you. so formal. she's nj, i'm sassy. you're among friends.

Haha got it I'll remember that next time sassy Thanks again for the warm welcome.

 

[sassynyc]

fireflies fancy the jitterbug
hovering fields of green

city lights dare not compete
with this ethereal glow

like a lit candle, conversing
with the sun, all points are moot

far more epic
in its natural wonder

the purple haze of twilight
hinges day to night

so begins
the nocturnal sojourn

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Haha got it I'll remember that next time sassy Thanks again for the warm welcome.

Hi Nick I am Annie (the English one) they are a mad bad bunch with more than poetry on their minds if you don't believe me head on over to Bijou's Bistro but only if you have a strong constitution!

fireflies fancy the jitterbug
hovering fields of green

city lights dare not compete
with this ethereal glow

like a lit candle, conversing
with the sun, all points are moot

far more epic
in its natural wonder

the purple haze of twilight
hinges day to night

so begins
the nocturnal sojourn

' like a lit candle, conversing with the sun' wow wish I had written that

 

[normal jean]

Thank you both normal jean and sassynyc for such a warm welcome and reaction.

In reply to your question normal jean, I haven't been published or written elsewhere before. It's really just a hobby which I enjoy passionately, though I'd be lying if I said it hasn't crossed my mind, just wasn't sure how to go about doing it.

It takes work. I ain't kidding, and really really thick skin, though some of folks here would suggest it takes a thicker skin to post your work at Lit than send it out in the world.

There is a thread somewhere with links, it is an Annaswirls thread, I think, and then, there is the Patting the backs and tooting horns thread where we get to grin and bare what we got published. You might be surprised at just how much talent there really is here in this little party of Lit that most people ignore or simply miss. we don't get cash prizes for our work like the porn stories do, we just get the knowledge that we wrote something that will outlast the jerking once it's all over.

Best to you, and thanks for your posts. I will put up a real twilight poem when my meds kick in

NJ

 

[normal jean]

Liar, Champ, Annie, Nick and Sassy..... all o f you, what beauty, to see a sunset, twilight through your collective, poetic eyes. Thank you all for posting and sharing this beauty with me.




and, BJ? anytime you feel ready, hon, your twilight's welcome here

 

[UnderYourSpell]

sorry NJ

Heavenly shades of night are falling
it's fucking time
Out of the mist your voice is calling
to fucking time
When purple colored curtains
close tight and shield our thighs
I hear you my dear at fucking time.

Deepening shadows gather splendor
I'll soon be done
Fingers inserted I'll surrender
for fucking fun
I count the moments darling
till you're in me
Fucking at last at twilight time

 

[champagne1982]

Heavenly shades of night are falling
it's fucking time
Out of the mist your voice is calling
to fucking time
When purple colored curtains
close tight and shield our thighs
I hear you my dear at fucking time.

Deepening shadows gather splendor
I'll soon be done
Fingers inserted I'll surrender
for fucking fun
I count the moments darling
till you're in me
Fucking at last at twilight time

That's right up there with the "Business Time" video. Too funny.

 

[sassynyc]

Heavenly shades of night are falling
it's fucking time
Out of the mist your voice is calling
to fucking time
When purple colored curtains
close tight and shield our thighs
I hear you my dear at fucking time.

Deepening shadows gather splendor
I'll soon be done
Fingers inserted I'll surrender
for fucking fun
I count the moments darling
till you're in me
Fucking at last at twilight time

makes me wanna sing along.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Altogether now .........