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A Fire-Fly - Poem by nimal dunuhinga

The man was sentenced to death
jury was agreed and the magistrate already signed.
He was an innocent criminal and a scapegoat
but no options.
The true criminal with the Lords
and the Law is imbalanced.
One night in the prison cell
he saw a fire-fly like an ambulance
and he scribbled on the wall.
'Tomorrow morning a prince comes
to take me away, a better world,
my little fire-fly you try to show me the way
and I see that real world from your faint light.
Thank you so much my dear
now only I realized that I was in the total darkness
beneath the sun and moon.'


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Comments about A Fire-Fly by nimal dunuhinga

  • Nivedita Bagchi SPC UK 12/3/2009 2:19:00 PM

    ‘…now only I realized that I was in the total darkness // beneath the sun and moon.'…’

    Wonderful paradox…darkness of eye or heart? …enjoyed but requires pondering…is it injustice?
    TEN
    Ms. Nivedita
    UK
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  • Martin Turner 3/31/2007 7:03:00 AM

    Still thinking about this!

    Seeing a fire-fly one night in his prison cell,
    he scribbled on the wall:
    'Before tomorrow comes to extinguish even
    the darkness around the moon and stars,
    I see the world by your faint light.'
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  • Roy Storey 10/3/2006 3:07:00 PM

    As i get older i see things i missed on my way through life, not that thay was not there i just did not have the time to look.And this man had just found the time.Take care Roy. Reply

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  • Pia Andersson 9/23/2006 4:00:00 AM

    Why is it that when our life is threatened we can see what life is worth and really is about A painfully beautiful poem The fire-fly knows what we are too blind to see...Wishing you a day full of joy-Pia Reply

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  • Martin Turner 6/28/2006 2:16:00 AM

    Or even (I am still thinking about this - forgive me) :

    One night in the prison cell,
    seeing a fire-fly like an ambulance,
    he scribbled on the wall:
    Before tomorrow comes
    to extinguish even the darkness
    around moon and stars,
    I am seeing the world
    with your faint light.
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  • Martin Turner 4/8/2006 2:37:00 PM

    I see you have deleted my comment.

    I like your raw material and feel it deserves clearer treatment. By 'not English' I mean, not only textbook grammar and construction, but also a slight tendency to jumble.

    For instance (please forgive my temerity!) , this one could be greatly simplified, somewhat as follows:

    The condemned man


    One night in the prison cell,
    seeing a fire-fly like an ambulance,
    he scribbled on the wall:

    Before tomorrow morning comes,
    my little fire-fly,
    to extinguish even the darkness
    beneath moon and stars,
    I am seeing the world
    with your faint light.
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  • Sandra Fowler 4/6/2006 1:30:00 AM

    Eloquently and beautifully written, Praise for a poem of spiritual insight.The dream does not die even in the midst of ignorance and darkness.

    Kindest regards,

    Sandra
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  • Duncan Wyllie 4/5/2006 5:12:00 PM

    I feel that I should be able to grasp this one, but don't.I love the wording and the way it all fits together but the message may be just out of my reach at the moment.Could you enlighten me please.Love Duncan Reply

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  • David Tanguay 4/5/2006 1:50:00 PM

    I believe this poem is something like the one I wrote about a prisoners dream.
    'So far away' Will you read that one and let me know if they have a similar meaning?
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  1. The Song Of The Camp-Fire

    Heed me, feed me, I am hungry, I am red-tongued with desire; Boughs of balsam, slabs of cedar, gummy fagots of the pine, Heap them on me, let me hug them to my eager heart of fire, Roaring, soaring up to heaven as a symbol and a sign. Bring me knots of sunny maple, silver birch and tamarack; Leaping, sweeping, I will lap them with my ardent wings of flame; I will kindle them to glory, I will beat the darkness back; Streaming, gleaming, I will goad them to my glory and my fame. Bring me gnarly limbs of live-oak, aid me in my frenzied fight; Strips of iron-wood, scaly blue-gum, writhing redly in my hold; With my lunge of lurid lances, with my whips that flail the night, They will burgeon into beauty, they will foliate in gold. Let me star the dim sierras, stab with light the inland seas; Roaming wind and roaring darkness! seek no mercy at my hands; I will mock the marly heavens, lamp the purple prairies, I will flaunt my deathless banners down the far, unhouseled lands. In the vast and vaulted pine-gloom where the pillared forests frown, By the sullen, bestial rivers running where God only knows, On the starlit coral beaches when the combers thunder down, In the death-spell of the barrens, in the shudder of the snows; In a blazing belt of triumph from the palm-leaf to the pine, As a symbol of defiance lo! the wilderness I span; And my beacons burn exultant as an everlasting sign Of unending domination, of the mastery of Man; I, the Life, the fierce Uplifter, I that weaned him from the mire; I, the angel and the devil, I, the tyrant and the slave; I, the Spirit of the Struggle; I, the mighty God of Fire; I, the Maker and Destroyer; I, the Giver and the Grave. II Gather round me, boy and grey-beard, frontiersman of every kind. Few are you, and far and lonely, yet an army forms behind: By your camp-fires shall they know you, ashes scattered to the wind. Peer into my heart of solace, break your bannock at my blaze; Smoking, stretched in lazy shelter, build your castles as you gaze; Or, it may be, deep in dreaming, think of dim, unhappy days. Let my warmth and glow caress you, for your trails are grim and hard; Let my arms of comfort press you, hunger-hewn and battle-scarred: O my lovers! how I bless you with your lives so madly marred! For you seek the silent spaces, and their secret lore you glean: For you win the savage races, and the brutish Wild you wean; And I gladden desert places, where camp-fire has never been. From the Pole unto the Tropics is there trail ye have not dared? And because you hold death lightly, so by death shall you be spared, (As the sages of the ages in their pages have declared). On the roaring Arkilinik in a leaky bark canoe; Up the cloud of Mount McKinley, where the avalanche leaps through; In the furnace of Death Valley, when the mirage glimmers blue. Now a smudge of wiry willows on the weary Kuskoquim; Now a flare of gummy pine-knots where Vancouver's scaur is grim; Now a gleam of sunny ceiba, when the Cuban beaches dim. Always, always God's Great Open: lo! I burn with keener light In the corridors of silence, in the vestibules of night; 'Mid the ferns and grasses gleaming, was there ever gem so bright? Not for weaklings, not for women, like my brother of the hearth; Ring your songs of wrath around me, I was made for manful mirth, In the lusty, gusty greatness, on the bald spots of the earth. Men, my masters! men, my lovers! ye have fought and ye have bled; Gather round my ruddy embers, softly glowing is my bed; By my heart of solace dreaming, rest ye and be comforted! III I am dying, O my masters! by my fitful flame ye sleep; My purple plumes of glory droop forlorn. Grey ashes choke and cloak me, and above the pines there creep The stealthy silver moccasins of morn. There comes a countless army, it's the Legion of the Light; It tramps in gleaming triumph round the world; And before its jewelled lances all the shadows of the night Back in to abysmal darknesses are hurled. Leap to life again, my lovers! ye must toil and never tire; The day of daring, doing, brightens clear, When the bed of spicy cedar and the jovial camp-fire Must only be a memory of cheer. There is hope and golden promise in the vast portentous dawn; There is glamour in the glad, effluent sky: Go and leave me; I will dream of you and love you when you're gone; I have served you, O my masters! let me die. A little heap of ashes, grey and sodden by the rain, Wind-scattered, blurred and blotted by the snow: Let that be all to tell of me, and glorious again, Ye things of greening gladness, leap and glow! A black scar in the sunshine by the palm-leaf or the pine, Blind to the night and dead to all desire; Yet oh, of life and uplift what a symbol and a sign! Yet oh, of power and conquest what a destiny is mine! A little heap of ashes -- Yea! a miracle divine, The foot-print of a god, all-radiant Fire.

  2. Upon Fire

    Who falls into the fire shall burn with heat; While those remote scorn from it to retreat. Yea, while those in it, cry out, O! I burn, Some farther off those cries to laughter turn. Comparison. While some tormented are in hell for sin; On earth some greatly do delight therein. Yea, while some make it echo with their cry, Others count it a fable and a lie.

  3. A Fire-Sky

    The sunset was like a fire-sky That truly lit up my world Clouds were orange and yellow Like a paintbrush making swirls The beauty was overwhelming But a little bit frightening as well It raged as though with fury As it all began to swell The colors were also reflected In the lake where trees surround It was quiet as I stood mesmerized There was barely a single sound I saw some fellows out fishing Their bodies in semi-dark Nothing looked quite real The lake looked cold and stark I doubt that I will ever see A sunset just like this again The entire sky so unimaginable In a shocking kind of blend!

  4. ♥ ♥ ♥ Fire Within Fire ♥ ♥ ♥

    White silken thighs, Legs sprawled on the floor While sitting backwards Waiting for your love…… I wear my black bikinis, Great seduction - A delightful foreplay I came to prepare. O honey! Come to me. Please touch me…… Please me……….hot and wild Bring me to ecstasy land. Don’t stop – addicted to survive! Frame us both to fulfill our desires. Tame my burning passion, Let’s play the game of love. Fire within fire………. Sweat to sweat……. Boiling the waters inside As sweet juices and lava flows, From the nectars of love……….. 09-18-09