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Posted by: catch22 Aug 16 2005, 03:28 PM

Jump-Rope Rhyme (Tom Hansen)

Tat tvam asi:
thou art that-
that leaf, that tree,
that cow, that cat,
that cloud, that sky,
that moon, that sun,
that you, that I-
for all are one.
So here you are
and there you go
and who you were
you hardly know.

I think this I
is only me:
a drip, a drop,
but not the sea.
Yet when I wake
from all these dreams,
then like the snake,
I'll shed what seems:
this mask, this skin,
this ball and chain.
I will begin
to fall like rain.

Our heart's last home:
the wind-whipped foam,
the sweet, deep sea.
Tat tvam asi.

Posted by: catch22 Sep 22 2005, 05:08 PM

Solitude
Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Laugh, and the world laughs with you
Weep, and you weep alone
For the sad old earth
Must borrow it's mirth,
It has trouble enough of it's own

Sing, and the hills will answer,
Sigh, it is lost on the air
The echoes bound
To a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you
Grieve, and they turn and go
They want full measure
Of all your pleasure
But they do not want your woe.

Be glad, and your friends are many
Be sad, and you lose them all
There are none to decline
Your nectared wine
But alone you must drink life's gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded
Fast, and the world goes by
Suceed and give
And it helps you live
But it cannot help you die

There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train
But one by one
We must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain

Posted by: catch22 Sep 22 2005, 05:26 PM

That's how men are!
Ungrateful and never satisfied.
When you don't have them,
They hate you because you won't.
And when you do have them,
They hate you again, for some reason.
Or for no reason at all,
Except that they are discontented children,
And can't be satisfied whatever they get,
Let a woman do what she may.

D.H.Lawrence

Posted by: catch22 Sep 22 2005, 06:11 PM

Love is in the air
laughter just for two to share
handle it with care.

Posted by: catch22 Sep 22 2005, 06:44 PM

Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?


Robert Frost

Posted by: catch22 Sep 22 2005, 07:04 PM

I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us--don't tell!!!
They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

Emily dickinson

Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
Bu if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Robert Frost

Posted by: catch22 Sep 22 2005, 07:15 PM

Nothing from a straight line swerves
So sharply as a woman's curves,
And, having swerved, no might or main
Can ever put her straight again.

by Samuel Hoffenstein

Posted by: YaarMere Sep 22 2005, 08:37 PM

Lets talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs;
Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes
Write sorrow on the bosom of the erath.
Lets choose executors & talk of wills;
And yet not so for what can we bequeath save our deposed bodies to the ground.

No idea who its by.



Time 4 Shakespear:

Blow, blow thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind...
As man's ingratitude.

Posted by: catch22 Sep 22 2005, 08:45 PM

Nice one Yaar Mere

Posted by: catch22 Sep 22 2005, 08:57 PM

QUOTE
'YaarMere' date='Sep 22 2005, 07:07 AM' post='159875']
Lets talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs;
Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes
Write sorrow on the bosom of the erath.
Lets choose executors & talk of wills;
And yet not so for what can we bequeath save our deposed bodies to the ground.

No idea who its by.



Let's Talk of Graves, of Worms, and Epitaphs: By Robert Player



Posted by: YaarMere Sep 22 2005, 10:29 PM

Nice1 dude.

Posted by: catch22 Sep 23 2005, 01:32 AM

THE OBJECTION to BEING
STEPPED ON

At the end of the row
I stepped on the toe
Of an unemployed hoe.
It rose in offense
And struck me a blow
In the seat of my sense.
It wasn't to blame
But I called it a name.
Amd I must say it dealt
Me a blow that I felt
Like malice prepense.
You may call me a fool
What was there a rule
The weapon should be
Turned into a tool?
And what do we see?
The first tool I step on
Turned into a weapon.

Robert Frost

I wish I didn't talk so much at parties.
It isn't that I want to hear
My voice assaulting every ear,
Uprising loud and firm and clear
Above the cocktail clatter.
It's simply, once a doorbells' rung,
(I've been like this since I was young)
Some madness overtake my tongue
And I begin to chatter.

I wish I did'nt talk so much at parties.
When hotly boil the arguments,
Ah? would I had the common sense
To sit demurely on a fence
And let who will be vocal,
Instead of plunging in the fray
With my opinions on display
Till all the gentlemen edge away
To catch an early local

Phyllis McGinley

THE DIGNITY OF LABOR

Labor raises honest sweat;
Leisure put you into debt.

Labor gives you rye and wheat;
Leisure gives you naught to eat.

Labor makes your riches last;
Leisure gets you nowhere fast.

Labor makes you bed at eight;
Leisure lets you stay up late.

Labor makes you swell with pride;
Leisure makes you shrink inside.

Labor keeps you fit and prime,
But give me leisure every time.

Robert Bersohn

ENDING

The love we thought would never stop
now cools like a congealing chop.
The kisses that were hot as curry
are bird-pecks taken in a hurry.
The hands that held electric charges
now lie inert as four moored barges.
The feet that ran to meet a date
are running slow and running late.
Te eyes that shone and seldom shut
are victims of a power cut.
The parts that then transmitted joy
are now reserved and cold and coy.
Romance, expected once to stay,
has left a note saying GONE AWAY.

Gavin Ewart

Posted by: humble_rafi Sep 23 2005, 02:00 AM

Water water everywhere
But not a drop to drink
SAMUEL COLDRIDGE(poem:THE ANCIENT MARINER)

Posted by: catch22 Oct 7 2005, 10:19 PM

Ah Love, Love, ….Love, Love, Love, Love, Love.


What is it with Love
That makes me
then breaks me?

When in love
Do I truly love?

Is it really love
Or do I think that I love?

Maybe I just love being in love
Or love the idea of being in love?

I spent my whole life chasing love.
In the end the one thing I truly love
Could just be the meir pursuit of love.



Ronberge

Posted by: catch22 Oct 18 2005, 11:32 AM

Young and Old
by Charles Kingsely


When all the world is young,
And all the trees are green
And every goose a swan,
And every lass a queen;
Then hey for boot and horse,
And 'round the world away
Young blood must have its course,
And every dog his day.

When all the world is old,
And all the trees are brown
And all the sport is stale,
And all the wheels run down
Creep home and take your place there
The spent and maimed among
God grant you find one face there
You loved when all was young.

Posted by: YaarMere Nov 1 2005, 06:31 PM

Wordsworth:

'So through the darkness and the cold we flew,
And not a voice was idle: with din,
Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud;
The leafless trees and every crang
Tinkled like iron; while the distant hills
Into the tumult sent an alien sound
Of Melancholy not unnoticed, while the stars
Eastward were sparkling clear and in the west
The orange sky of the evening died away...'


Wordsworth is 1 of my fav writers

Posted by: catch22 Nov 1 2005, 07:45 PM

I will always love you

When I'm with you, eternity is a step away,
my love continues to grow, with each passing day.
This treasure of love, I cherish within my soul,
how much I love you, you'll never really know.
You bring a joy to my heart, I've never felt before,
with each touch of your heart, I love you more and more.
Whenever we say goodbye, whenever we part,
know I hold you dearly, deep inside my heart.
So these seven words, I pray you hold true,
"Forever and Always, I will Love You."

Posted by: catch22 Nov 1 2005, 07:47 PM

In Spirit

Though you don't live next door,
though you're five states away,
You're still here in my thoughts
every week, every day.

When events of the day
cause this soul to despair,
just the sound of your voice
makes them easy to bear.

When I don't have the luxury
of feeling your soft touch
or taking in your scent,
which I appreciate so much,

I need only look back
at the times we have had
to wonder if I've
any right to be sad.

You're truly a blessing.
I want you to know
that I care for you deeply,
wherever I go.

- Benjamin Heller -

Posted by: catch22 Nov 1 2005, 07:58 PM

If I could catch a rainbow
I would do it just for you,
And share with you its beauty
On the days you're feeling blue

If I could build a mountain
You could call your very own,
A place to find serenity,
A place to be alone

If I could take your troubles
I would toss them in the sea,
But all these things I'm finding
Are impossible for me

I cannot build a mountain,
Or catch a rainbow fair,
But let me be what I know best,
A friend who's always there

- Sydney Thacker -

Posted by: YaarMere Nov 8 2005, 05:52 PM

Sounds and sweet airs, that delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about thine ears and sometimes voices
That, if I then had walked after a long sleep,
Will make me sleep again.

The Tempest

Posted by: catch22 Nov 13 2005, 06:18 PM

When you feel cold and warm at the same time,
when you read over the same line for the tenth time,
when your heart and thoughts somehow appear to rhyme,
and when a simple name conquers your whole mind,
then you are in deep trouble my friend... you are in what they call, "love".

Posted by: catch22 Nov 15 2005, 05:49 PM

The Dolphins

This old world may never change
The way it's been
And all the ways of war
Can't change it back again

I've been searchin'
For the dolphins in the sea
And sometimes I wonder
Do you ever think of me

I'm not the one to tell this world
How to get along
I only know the peace will come
When all hate is gone

Posted by: catch22 Nov 18 2005, 11:32 PM

She is not fair to outward view
As many maidens be;
Her loveliness I never knew
Until she smiled on me.
Oh! then I saw her eye was bright,
A well of love, a spring of light.

Hartley Coleridge

He that would thrive,
Must rise at five,
He that hath thriven,
May lie till seven.

John Clarke

I cannot sing the old songs
That I sang long years ago
For heart & voice would fail me
And foolish tears would flow

Claribel


Posted by: shivani Nov 21 2005, 07:50 PM

Imagine
John Lennon

Imagine there’s no heaven.
It’s easy if you try.
No hell below us,
Above us only sky.
Imagine all the people
Living for today.

Imagine there’s no countries.
It isn’t hard to do.
Nothing to kill or die for,
And no religion, too.
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace.

Imagine no possessions.
I wonder if you can.
No need for greed or hunger,
A brotherhood of man.
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world.

You may say I’m a dreamer.
But I’m not the only one.
I hope someday you’ll join us,
And the world will be as one.

Posted by: catch22 Nov 22 2005, 12:38 AM

I had this song with me. It has been sung by some of the other singers too.
Nice lyrics by John Lennon (Beatles)

QUOTE
Imagine there’s no heaven.
It’s easy if you try.
No hell below us,
Above us only sky.


I don't imagine this, I believe in it

Posted by: shivani Nov 22 2005, 03:15 PM

QUOTE
I had this song with me


.. here : ).


Posted by: fiftysomeone Nov 22 2005, 05:30 PM

QUOTE(shivani @ Nov 22 2005, 03:15 PM) *

QUOTE
I had this song with me

.. here : ).

"Imagine" is a John Lennon solo album, not a Beatles album though I think at that time the Beatles were still around.
BTW, is it OK with copyright etc. to u/l English songs?

Posted by: catch22 Nov 22 2005, 05:35 PM

I do know that it is a solo album. Thanks for the song. I don't know where it is in the maze of english & hindi songs in 3 laptops & a desktop. Thanks again Shivani

Posted by: catch22 Nov 23 2005, 05:39 PM



This is a lovely song sung by Amy Grant


I Will Remember You (Lyrics)


I will be walking one day
Down a street far away
And see a face in the crowd and smile

Knowing how you made me laugh
Hearing sweet echoes of you from the past
I will remember you.

Look into my eyes while you're near
Tell me what's happening here
See that I don't want to say, 'good-bye'

Our love is frozen in time
I'll be your champion and you will be mine
I will remember you.

Later on,
When the nights not so tender
Given time,
Though it's hard to remember
I will be holding
I'll still be holding to you
I will remember you.

So many years come and gone
And yet the memory is strong
One word we never could learn
Good-bye

True love is frozen in time
I'll be your champion and you will be mine
I will remember you
So please remember
I will remember you
I will remember you
I will remember you
I will remember you

Posted by: shivani Nov 23 2005, 05:56 PM

mmmm .. while we are at topic of lovely songs.. I cannot help but think of these two from Alan PArson Project. Really amazing songs.

OLD AND WISE
As far as my eyes can see
There are shadows approaching me
And to those I left behind
I wanted you to know
You've always shared my deepest thoughts
You follow where I go

And oh when I'm old and wise
Bitter words mean little to me
Autumn winds will blow right through me
And someday in the mist of time
When they ask me if I knew you
I'd smile and say you were a friend of mine
And the sadness would be lifted from my eyes
Oh when I'm old and wise

As far as my eyes can see
There are shadows surrounding me
And to those I leave behind
I want you all to know
You've always shared my darkest hours
I'll miss you when I go

And oh when I'm old and wise
Heavy words that tossed and blew me
Like autumn winds will blow right through me
And someday in the mist of time
When they ask you if you knew me
Remember that you were a friend of mine
As the final curtain falls before my eyes
Oh when I'm old and wise

As far as my eyes can see



And this one is just amazing with lovely music

Eye In The Sky
(Lead vocal - Eric Woolfson)

Don't think sorry's easily said
Don't try turning tables instead
You've taken lots of Chances before
But I'm not gonna give anymore
Don't ask me
That's how it goes
Cause part of me knows what you're thinkin'

Don't say words you're gonna regret
Don't let the fire rush to your head
I've heard the accusation before
And I ain't gonna take any more
Believe me
The sun in your Eyes
Made some of the lies worth believing

Chorus:
I am the eye in the sky
Looking at you
I can read your mind
I am the maker of rules
Dealing with fools
I can cheat you blind
And I don't need to see any more
To know that
I can read your mind, I can read your mind

Don't leave false illusions behind
Don't Cry cause I ain't chnaging my mind
So find another fool like before
Cause I ain't gonna live anymore believing
Some of the lies while all of the Signs are deceiving


Posted by: catch22 Nov 24 2005, 09:20 AM

'EYE IN THE SKY', nice song. I downloaded it.

Here's part of a poem taken from 'Auguries of Innocence' by William Blake

To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.

A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the Lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for Joy & Woe;
And when this we rightly know
Thro' the World we safely go,

Joy & Woe are woven fine,
A Clothing for the Soul divine;
Under every grief & pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.

The Questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to Reply.
He who replies to words of Doubt
Doth put the Light of Knowledge out.

He who Doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er Believe, do what you Please.
If the Sun & Moon should doubt,
They'd immediately Go out.
To be in a Passion you Good may do,
But no Good if a Passion is in you.

Every Night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born.
Every Morn & every Night
Some are Born to sweet delight.

We are led to Believe a Lie
When we see not Thro' the Eye
God Appears & God is Light
To those poor Souls who dwell in Night,
But does a Human Form Display
To those who Dwell in Realms of day.

Posted by: catch22 Nov 24 2005, 11:03 PM

FACES IN THE FIRE
1860
by Lewis Carroll
-
THE night creeps onward, sad and slow:
In these red embers' dying glow
The forms of Fancy come and go.
-
An island-farm- broad seas of corn
Stirred by the wandering breath of morn-
The happy spot where I was born.
-
The picture fadeth in its place:
Amid the glow I seem to trace
The shifting semblance of a face.
-
'Tis now a little childish form-
Red lips for kisses pouted warm-
And elf-locks tangled in the storm.
-
'Tis now a grave and gentle maid,
At her own beauty half afraid,
Shrinking, and willing to be stayed.
-
Oh, Time was young, and Life was warm,

When first I saw that fairy-form,
Her dark hair tossing in the storm.
-
And fast and free these pulses played,
When last I met that gentle maid-
When last her hand in mine was laid.
-
Those locks of jet are turned to gray,
And she is strange and far away
That might have been mine own to-day-
-
That might have been mine own, my dear,
Through many and many a happy year-
That might have sat beside me here.
-
Ay, changeless through the changing scene,
The ghostly whisper rings between,
The dark refrain of "might have been".
-
The race is o'er I might have run:

The deeds are past I might have done;
And sere the wreath I might have won.
-
Sunk is the last faint flickering blaze:
The vision of departed days
Is vanished even as I gaze.
-
The pictures, with their ruddy light,
Are changed to dust and ashes white,
And I am left alone with night.
-
Jan. 1860.

Posted by: catch22 Nov 24 2005, 11:15 PM

A LIMERICK
- by Lewis Carroll
(To Miss Vera Beringer.)
-
THERE was a young lady of station,
"I love man" was her sole exclamation;
But when men cried, "You flatter,"
She replied, "Oh! no matter,
Isle of Man is the true explanation."
-

Posted by: catch22 Nov 24 2005, 11:36 PM

LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
I
The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the Ocean,
The winds of Heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?-
-
II
See the mountains kiss high Heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?

Posted by: shivani Nov 29 2005, 04:03 AM

heard it today in that movie (in your shoes) and loved it..

I carry your heart with me
by e. e. cummings

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it
anywhere I go you go, my dear;
and whatever is done by only me is your doing,
my darling i fear no fate
for you are my fate, my sweet
i want no world
for beautiful you are my world, my true
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)



In Heaven I Met Karl Marx
By Nicholas Gordon


In Heaven I met Karl Marx.
Lenin was there, too, Stalin,
And Hitler along with Jesus Christ.
There was no Hell.
I asked Karl to explain the justice in this arrangement.
He said there was no way of measuring
The good in a person's life.
He admitted he had been wrong
About history and some other things
And expressed regret about all
Who'd been slaughtered in his name.
Hitler, Lenin, and Stalin did, too,
Along with Jesus Christ,
Who was sad that more than any
Had been broken and burned for him.
All said it was a consequence
Of being so sure they were right.
None of them made excuses.
Ilyich did not blame Josef,
Adolph did not plead madness,
Neither Karl nor Jesus balanced
The bad with the good they had done.
Instead they seemed at peace
Completely with what had been,
In a clarity of repose
Which seemed quite perfect for Heaven.


Posted by: Mahsheed Nov 29 2005, 04:49 PM

WOW! very impressive you guys! clap1.gif

Posted by: catch22 Jan 5 2006, 07:54 PM

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

Emily Dickinson

Posted by: shivani Jan 11 2006, 05:31 PM

Come with me
into the field of sunflowers.
Their faces are burnished disks,
their dry spines

creak like ship masts,
their green leaves,
so heavy and many,
fill all day with the sticky

sugars of the sun.
Come with me
to visit the sunflowers,
they are shy

but want to be friends;
they have wonderful stories
of when they were young -
the important weather,

the wandering crows.
Don't be afraid
to ask them questions!
Their bright faces,


which follow the sun,
will listen, and all
those rows of seeds -
each one a new life!

hope for a deeper acquaintance;
each of them, though it stands
in a crowd of many,
like a separate universe,

is lonely, the long work
of turning their lives
into a celebration
is not easy. Come

and let us talk with those modest faces,
the simple garments of leaves,
the coarse roots in the earth
so uprightly burning.

Mary Oliver

Posted by: shivani Jan 11 2006, 05:33 PM

: )

Because I could not stop for Death

BECAUSE I could not stop for Death--
He kindly stopped for me--
The Carriage held but just Ourselves--
And Immortality.

We slowly drove--He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labour and my leisure too,
For His Civility--

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess--in the Ring--
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain--
We passed the Setting Sun--

Or rather--He passed Us--
The Dews drew quivering and chill--
For only Gossamer, my Gown--
My Tippet--only Tulle--

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground--
The Roof was scarcely visible--
The Cornice--in the Ground--

Since then--'tis Centuries--and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses Heads
Were toward Eternity--

Emily Dickinson

Posted by: shivani Jan 11 2006, 06:05 PM

*And For No Reason*

And
For no reason
I start skipping like a child.

And
For no reason
I turn into a leaf
That is carried so high
I kiss the sun's mouth
And dissolve.

And
For no reason
A thousand birds
Choose my head for a conference table,
Start passing their
Cups of wine
And their wild songbooks all around.

And
For every reason in existence
I begin to eternally,
To eternally laugh and love!

When I turn into a leaf
And start dancing,
I run to kiss our beautiful Friend
And I dissolve in the Truth
That I Am.

Hafiz

Posted by: gin_ger_ale Feb 4 2006, 12:02 PM


Sonnets from the Portuguese, 14

If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
'I love her for her smile—her look—her way
Of speaking gently,—for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day'—
For these things in themselves, Belovèd, may
Be changed, or change for thee,—and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,—
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity.

-Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Posted by: catch22 Feb 4 2006, 09:18 PM

A Song Of Love
~ Sidney Lanier

Hey, rose, just born
Twin to a thorn;
Was't so with you, O Love and Scorn?

Sweet eyes that smiled,
Now wet and wild:
O Eye and Tear- mother and child.

Well: Love and Pain
Be kinfolks twain;
Yet would, Oh would I could Love again.

Posted by: shivani Feb 4 2006, 09:42 PM

The Guy in the Glass

When you get what you want in your struggle for pelf,
And the world makes you King for a day,
Then go to the mirror and look at yourself,
And see what that guy has to say.

For it isn't your Father, or Mother, or Wife,
Who judgment upon you must pass.
The feller whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the guy staring back from the glass.

He's the feller to please, never mind all the rest,
For he's with you clear up to the end,
And you've passed your most dangerous, difficult test
If the guy in the glass is your friend.

You may be like Jack Horner and "chisel" a plum,
And think you're a wonderful guy,
But the man in the glass says you're only a bum
If you can't look him straight in the eye.

You can fool the whole world down the pathway of years,
And get pats on the back as you pass,
But your final reward will be heartaches and tears
If you've cheated the guy in the glass.
~Dale Wimbrow, © 1934

Posted by: catch22 Feb 4 2006, 10:03 PM

QUOTE
The feller whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the guy staring back from the glass.

He's the feller to please, never mind all the rest,
For he's with you clear up to the end,
And you've passed your most dangerous, difficult test
If the guy in the glass is your friend.

You may be like Jack Horner and "chisel" a plum,
And think you're a wonderful guy,
But the man in the glass says you're only a bum
If you can't look him straight in the eye.


Good One. I love it. I hope u r not hitting me below the belt. I still love it. I'd rather be a bum than a menace.

Posted by: shivani Feb 5 2006, 12:00 AM

QUOTE
Good One. I love it. I hope u r not hitting me below the belt. I still love it. I'd rather be a bum than a menace.


smile3.gif
A bum is a menace nonetheless.

khair...it was just something I liked to share.

another..

Friends Without Faces

We sit and we type and we stare at our screens,
We can't help but wonder what all of this means.
With mouse in hand ...we roam through this maze,
On an infinite search...lost in a daze.

We chat with each other, we type all our woes
At times we'll band together to gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same.

Soon friendships are formed - but - why we don't know,
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes we'll flirt,
In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.

Why is it on screen, we are so easily bold,
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell,
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.

We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to our 'puters ...and to those we can trust.
Even though it sounds crazy...the truth still remains,
Most of my "friends" have no faces...and odd little names.

~Rusty Black, ©1996

Posted by: catch22 Feb 5 2006, 12:23 AM

That's a beauty & very very true. And very apt. It's a great one. For a moment I thought you wrote it.

Posted by: shivani Feb 5 2006, 12:30 AM

QUOTE
That's a beauty & very very true. And very apt. It's a great one. For a moment I thought you wrote it.


Glad you appreciated... and If I wasn't me.. I would think you are flattering.

(remind me sometime to share the one's Ive written though)

Posted by: catch22 Feb 5 2006, 09:58 AM

QUOTE
... and If I wasn't me..

Are you a split personality? How would one know, when you are yourself & when you are the other?
Flattery is one art that I am very uncomfortable with; courtesy, yes. Now let's see your write-ups, I'll try to flatter you when you are not yourself.

Posted by: shivani Feb 6 2006, 10:17 AM

Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that's lovely is
But a brief, dreamy. Kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.
~ Wllliam Butler Yeats


I broider the world upon a loom,
I broider with dreams my tapestry;
Here in a little lonely room
I am master of earth and sea,
And the planets come to me.

I broider my life into the frame
I broider my love, thread upon thread;
The world goes by with its glory and shame,
Crowns are bartered and blood is shed;
I sit and broider my dreams instead.

And the only world is the world of my dreams,
And my weaving the only happiness;
For what is the world but what it seems?
And who knows but that God, beyond our guess,
Sits weaving worlds out of loneliness?

~ Arthur Symons



Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree -
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?

The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again,
And who will call the wild-briar fair?

Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He still may leave thy garland green
~ Emily Brontë


When stars pursue their solemn flight,
Oft in the middle of the night,
A strain of music visits me,
Hushed in a moment silverly,--
Such rich and rapturous strains as make
The very soul of silence ache
With longing for the melody;

Or lovers in the distant dusk
Of summer gardens, sweet as musk,
Pouring the blissful burden out,
The breaking joy, the dying doubt;
Or revellers, all flown with wine,
And in a madness half divine,
Beating the broken tune about;

Or else the rude and rolling notes
That leave some strolling sailors' throats,
Hoarse with the salt sprays, it may be,
Of many a mile of rushing sea;
Or some high-minded dreamer strays
Late through the solitary ways,
Nor heeds the listening night, nor me.

Or how or whence those tones be heard,
Hearing, the slumbering soul is stirred,
As when a swiftly passing light
Startles the shadows into flight;
While one remembrance suddenly
Thrills through the melting melody,--
A strain of music in the night.

Out of the darkness burst the song,
Into the darkness moves along:
Only a chord of memory jars,
Only an old wound burns its scars,
As the wild sweetness of the strain
Smites the heart with passionate pain,
And vanishes among the stars.

-Harriet Prescott Spofford



What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?-

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows:

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

~ William Henry Davies



Posted by: shivani Feb 6 2006, 06:34 PM

QUOTE
Unless one takes this step one will never ever know what it is all about. Having loved & lost is better than not having fallen in love at all. It could be a bitter sweet memory..

sigh!
Dont know about that love thingiee. too many unexplained factors to it. Compassion and understanding are better any day.

.. and yeah lovely poems ..this be my favourite.

QUOTE
And the only world is the world of my dreams,
And my weaving the only happiness;
For what is the world but what it seems?
And who knows but that God, beyond our guess,
Sits weaving worlds out of loneliness?


Posted by: catch22 Feb 6 2006, 06:42 PM

QUOTE
And who knows but that God, beyond our guess,
Sits weaving worlds out of loneliness?


Actually, I picked this stanza for a quote, but unfortunately as my Bete Noire is juxtaposed here, i had to pass it by.

Posted by: shivani Feb 6 2006, 06:46 PM

you talking about HIM ?
.. and do you care so much?

Posted by: catch22 Feb 7 2006, 01:05 AM

Over the mountains
...And under the waves,
Over the fountains
...And under the graves,
Over floods which are the deepest
...Which do Neptune obey,
Over rocks which are steepest,
...Love will find out the way.

Where there is no place
...For the glow-worm to lie;
Where there is no space
For receipt of a fly;
Where the gnat she dares not venter,
...Lest herself fast she lay;
But if Love come, he will enter,
...And will find out the way.

.....from Love Will Find Out the Way

Posted by: catch22 Feb 10 2006, 07:39 PM

Friends

A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift.
A friend is someone we treasure
for our friendship is a gift.
A friend is someone who fills our lives
with beauty, joy, and grace.
And makes the whole world we live in
a better and happier place.

- Jean Kyler McManus -

Posted by: catch22 Feb 10 2006, 08:01 PM

Friendship is like the breeze,
You can't hold it,
Smell it,
Taste it,
Or know when it's coming,
But you can always feel it,
And you'll always know it's there,
It may come and then go,
But you can know it'll always be back.

- Terri Fanning -

Posted by: catch22 Feb 10 2006, 08:04 PM

If I could catch a rainbow
I would do it just for you,
And share with you its beauty
On the days you're feeling blue

If I could build a mountain
You could call your very own,
A place to find serenity,
A place to be alone

If I could take your troubles
I would toss them in the sea,
But all these things I'm finding
Are impossible for me

I cannot build a mountain,
Or catch a rainbow fair,
But let me be what I know best,
A friend who's always there

- Kahlil Gibran -

Posted by: shivani Feb 10 2006, 10:14 PM

Catch .. You've also been affected by this love & friendship bug tongue.gif
stay away from those kitties I say rollf.gif

Posted by: catch22 Feb 10 2006, 10:31 PM

QUOTE(shivani @ Feb 10 2006, 09:44 AM) *
Catch .. You've also been affected by this love & friendship bug tongue.gif
stay away from those kitties I say rollf.gif

Nopes, I am a very sober character. No sudden rush of blood.

Posted by: catch22 Feb 13 2006, 11:07 AM

The Christians, Jews & Muslims were having a jamboree
The Buddhists and Hindus joined on satellite TV
They picked their five greatest priests
And they began to speak
They said, "Lord, a plague is on the world
Lord, no man is free
The temples that we built to you
Have tumbled into the sea
Lord, if you won't take care of us
Won't you please, please let us be?"
And the Lord said
And the Lord said

I burn down your cities-how blind you must be
I take from you your children and you say how blessed are we
You all must be crazy to put your faith in me
That's why I love mankind
You really need me
That's why I love mankind

I recoil in horror from the foulness of thee
From the squalor and the filth and the misery
How we laugh up here in heaven at the prayers you offer me
That's why I love mankind

Posted by: shivani Feb 14 2006, 11:28 AM

The kid sat in balcony playing with fairies
and lovely dreams of gingerbread home
but I had died long ago

Moon was smiling down on a slated red roof
and the Jasmine was smelling as sweet
but I had died long ago


silken mist covered the glorious night
and soft music floating down the street
but I had died long ago


And there was silence of silken wraps
soft whispers and wispy words
but I had died long ago.

sunshine wokeup and kissed the mornign dew
and sparrow munched on crispy bugs
but I had died long ago

----

And today they met again
and chattered and flattered
and catered to each other's whim

He ordered buttered crabs
And after lot of contemplation
she settled on savoury shrimp

To mark the special occasion
they had finest wine Ritz offered
filling crystal glasses to the brim

And playfully waltzed
and kissed caressed
as lights on dance floor go dim

he confessed love: she professesd adoration
they were lost in each other
as if wooing god with a hymn

In the morning he kissed his wife
and she started the power packed day
as usual working out in the gym



Posted by: rom Feb 14 2006, 11:36 AM

Tum kitna achcha likhti ho Shivji! wub.gif

Posted by: shivani Feb 14 2006, 11:42 AM

QUOTE
Tum kitna achcha likhti ho Shivji! wub.gif


??

Posted by: Mandrake Feb 14 2006, 03:35 PM

Hey, are you all writing this poetry yourself, or quoting?

Catch? Shivani?

Posted by: catch22 Feb 14 2006, 04:57 PM

All those quoted have been acknowledged as such, excepting the one on religion. This is an anonymous one not mine. I am but an inconsequential creature who could but compile just one small stanza, the last on the list

Posted by: shivani Feb 14 2006, 05:02 PM

That is by Randy Newman .. from his song "Why I love mankind"

Cain slew Abel, Seth knew not why
For if the children of Israel were to multiply
Why must any of the children die?
So he asked the Lord
And the Lord said:
Man means nothing, he means less to me
Than the lowliest cactus flower
Or the humblest Yucca tree
He chases round this desert
'Cause he thinks that's where I'll be
That's why I love mankind
I recoil in horror from the foulness of thee
From the squalor and the filth and the misery
How we laugh up here in heaven at the prayers you offer me
That's why I love mankind
The Christians and the Jews were having a jamboree
The Buddhists and the Hindus joined on satellite TV
They picked their four greatest priests
And they began to speak
They said, "Lord, a plague is on the world
Lord, no man is free
The temples that we built to you
Have tumbled into the sea
Lord, if you won't take care of us
Won't you please, please let us be?"
And the Lord said
And the Lord said
I burn down your cities-how blind you must be
I take from you your children and you say how blessed are we
You all must be crazy to put your faith in me
That's why I love mankind
You really need me
That's why I love mankind

Posted by: catch22 Feb 14 2006, 05:27 PM

Thanks for the info, shivani. I was cracking my head trying to find out who wrote this piece. Never knew, it came as a song. It's a very nice piece, takes after my heart.

Posted by: catch22 Feb 14 2006, 05:45 PM

QUOTE(shivani @ Feb 13 2006, 10:58 PM) *
The kid sat in balcony playing with fairies
and lovely dreams of gingerbread home
but I had died long ago

Moon was smiling down on a slated red roof
and the Jasmine was smelling as sweet
but I had died long ago


silken mist covered the glorious night
and soft music floating down the street
but I had died long ago


And there was silence of silken wraps
soft whispers and wispy words
but I had died long ago.

sunshine wokeup and kissed the mornign dew
and sparrow munched on crispy bugs
but I had died long ago

----

And today they met again
and chattered and flattered
and catered to each other's whim

He ordered buttered crabs
And after lot of contemplation
she settled on savoury shrimp

To mark the special occasion
they had finest wine Ritz offered
filling crystal glasses to the brim

And playfully waltzed
and kissed caressed
as lights on dance floor go dim

he confessed love: she professesd adoration
they were lost in each other
as if wooing god with a hymn

In the morning he kissed his wife
and she started the power packed day
as usual working out in the gym


That's a very nice & adorable piece, Shivani. There is a literary genius bottled up somewhere within. Unleash the full force of this talent & a great poet would be in the offing.

Posted by: shivani Feb 15 2006, 06:22 PM

Sigh!!

Quiet flows the river
crossing the mighty grey mountain
gingerly over its jagged feet
and carrying a stone or two along

Quiet flows the river
passing the flower strewn valley
caressing a flower or two
enjoying breeze whistling a song

Quiet flows the river
by the thick dark forest
urging the streams down to willows
where doe galloped in its throng

Quiet flows the river
inside the ancient citywalls
where women flirt with its water
wrapping themselves in its wavy sarong

Quiet flows the river
mesmerized by wonders it met
noting it all in the wind
never stopping for an yearlong

Quiet flows the river
into the blue waiting sea
embracing her beloved
finally resting where it belong

Posted by: Mandrake Feb 15 2006, 06:37 PM

Sighhhh!!!

What a place I have come to
there's not one poet here but two
One, presumably male
other, quite likely, a female
(But I'm not sure, just like you!!)

One hides behind a catchy nickname
the other most likely uses the real name
it matters not what they choose
the names they want to use
they are great poets all the same ;-)

Catch, you are a puzzle
Shivani, an intelligent riddle
still its good
you came where you should
HF gets richer in the middle wink2.gif))

Posted by: catch22 Feb 15 2006, 06:41 PM

Wow, a nice description of the river's difficult passage with a subtle comparison with the tribulations of love. You are getting better & better. Keep up the tempo.

Posted by: rom Feb 15 2006, 06:42 PM

QUOTE
other, quite likely, a female
(But I'm not sure, just like you!!)

laugh.gif
Well said. bow.gif
All just men have doubts. Lack of doubt creates fundamentalists. mellow.gif

Posted by: shivani Feb 15 2006, 06:49 PM

QUOTE
Sighhhh!!!

What a place I have come to
there's not one poet here but two
One, presumably male
other, quite likely, a female
(But I'm not sure, just like you!!)

One hides behind a catchy nickname
the other most likely uses the real name
it matters not what they choose
the names they want to use
they are great poets all the same ;-)

Catch, you are a puzzle
Shivani, an intelligent riddle
still its good
you came where you should
HF gets richer in the middle (IMG:style_emoticons/default/wink2.gif)))


Would someone please inform this gentleman not to attempt to initiate a conversation with me. arrogant.gif

( also tell him this was good biggrin.gif )

Posted by: shivani Feb 15 2006, 06:51 PM

QUOTE

(IMG:style_emoticons/default/laugh.gif)
Well said. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/bow.gif)
All just men have doubts. Lack of doubt creates fundamentalists. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/mellow.gif)

sigh!

Posted by: rom Feb 15 2006, 06:56 PM

QUOTE(shivani @ Feb 15 2006, 06:49 PM) *

( also tell him this was good biggrin.gif )

Mandrake, this was good, really good. bow.gif

Posted by: Mandrake Feb 15 2006, 07:57 PM

The one time I chanced my arm(??) at poetry
I think I've shot myself in the foot
Catch won't be interested in catching my attention
and Shivani just doesn't care one hoot sad1.gif

She has to be a girl as she's called 'She'-vani
And I better bow down to her tyranny
And start praying hard to win some forgiveness
For she won't talk to me any cry.gif

Posted by: rom Feb 15 2006, 07:59 PM

ohmy.gif
Who are you?!

Posted by: Mandrake Feb 15 2006, 08:13 PM

QUOTE(rom @ Feb 15 2006, 07:59 PM) *

ohmy.gif
Who are you?!



Is the question directed at me? rOm, I didn't get that question.... am I looking different? Is my id coming garbled / jumbled?

Posted by: catch22 Feb 15 2006, 08:42 PM

Oh, Mandrake you are just one hell of a guy. Hats off to your great sense of poetic humor. I am thoroughly enjoying all this & am laughing my guts out. Thou art a magician after my heart. You are definitely a sweet heart. We need more such spontaneous burst of poetry from you.
The magic spell that you had self-imposed has at last been cast aside
Now you have enthralled us with the true colours of poetic pride

Posted by: Mandrake Feb 15 2006, 08:48 PM

Appreciation from Catch?

Highly appreciated bow.gif bow.gif

Posted by: catch22 Feb 15 2006, 08:52 PM

Mandrake,I missed your poetry as when I hit the page the last post that was by Shivani, came into view. As I was in a hurrry, ready to leave for work, I did'nt notice the one above. I am surely sorry for that. Your post & I should miss, never. With you & Rom around there is never a dull moment. You guys are the life blood of the forum.

Posted by: shivani Feb 15 2006, 10:49 PM

QUOTE
The one time I chanced my arm(??) at poetry
I think I've shot myself in the foot
Catch won't be interested in catching my attention
and Shivani just doesn't care one hoot (IMG:style_emoticons/default/sad1.gif)

She has to be a girl as she's called 'She'-vani
And I better bow down to her tyranny
And start praying hard to win some forgiveness
For she won't talk to me any



I dont care a bit so he says
if that's what he thinks fine I am
he doesnt read me misinterprets
misquotes why should I give a damn arrogant.gif

my advances are throttled
crushed smeared and smashed away
and always put in place by witty remarks
oh pray! do I have a word left to say cry.gif

and flattered am I you think
when a tyrant I am called
I ponder over each word I uttered
what left him so apalled cry.gif

Posted by: shivani Feb 15 2006, 11:43 PM

QUOTE
Oh, the interesting games we play
To solve puzzles, clear as day
I am a mystery, so people say
It is interesting to leave it that way

Imagine a beautiful lass, a 1000 miles yonder
with a mischeivous smile, she begins to ponder
Whence thy cometh, where thy goes
thou art an enigma, nobody knows




"We have to live today by what truth we can get today, and be ready tomorrow to call it falsehood." -William James

Posted by: catch22 Feb 16 2006, 12:59 PM

QUOTE
"We have to live today by what truth we can get today, and be ready tomorrow to call it falsehood." -William James


Forget the falsehoods, let us live for today,
Tomorrow may never see the light of day

Posted by: catch22 Feb 16 2006, 01:04 PM

Put the post back, the one you deleted,
Don't feel bad, I won't feel humiliated.

Posted by: rom Feb 16 2006, 01:19 PM

QUOTE(Mandrake @ Feb 15 2006, 08:13 PM) *

QUOTE(rom @ Feb 15 2006, 07:59 PM) *

ohmy.gif
Who are you?!



Is the question directed at me? rOm, I didn't get that question.... am I looking different? Is my id coming garbled / jumbled?


No, I can see your ID all right. dry.gif
That question was asked in the style a kid employs in a Louis L'Amour book... asks the big laconic stud who wipes out the local pests with a sudden burst from his six-shooter. doh.gif

QUOTE
With you & Rom around there is never a dull moment.

blush.gif

Posted by: catch22 Feb 16 2006, 01:37 PM

QUOTE
Louis L'Amour book


Ha, you too are a louis l'amour fan. I never knew there were so many 'Honda the Apache' or 'Cat Ballou' around.

Posted by: rom Feb 16 2006, 01:45 PM

Yes, I guess I can be called a Louis L'Amour fan... though I haven't read many of his books over the last several years. Re-read one last month, though...

Posted by: shivani Feb 16 2006, 05:06 PM

QUOTE
Put the post back, the one you deleted,
Don't feel bad, I won't feel humiliated.


I presumed it would be taken in good fun
but truth fares always better than pun.

QUOTE
Forget the falsehoods, let us live for today,
Tomorrow may never see the light of day


For what is false but truth unexplored
and tomorrow will see its glory restored.

Rommy.. I look at him in the same fashion as well.. how the hell is he possible !!

Posted by: Mandrake Feb 16 2006, 05:42 PM

Hey, is this becoming a new trend?
Will it drive others round the bend?
Will poetic post replace prose
Will it leave other HFers morose?
Will we all end up talking in rhyme?
And by habit produce something sublime?
Or will this drive my friend rOm crazy?
And leave his brain befuddled and hazy?
Will the admins suffer us any more?
Ya kaat daalenge hamari dor? rollf.gif

Gosh!!! Time to vamoose from this thread before Judge Dread hangs me wink2.gif (rOm, I do hope you remember who Judge Dread is. If not, search on HF wink2.gif)

Posted by: rom Feb 16 2006, 05:47 PM

shocked.gif

Posted by: shivani Feb 16 2006, 06:06 PM

who is judge Dread you talked about?
rom seems scared of her without a doubt
and dont worry rom's crazy all right
and tries to turn others too with all might biggrin.gif

Posted by: catch22 Feb 17 2006, 01:11 AM

QUOTE(Mandrake @ Feb 16 2006, 05:12 AM) *
Hey, is this becoming a new trend?
Will it drive others round the bend?
Will poetic post replace prose
Will it leave other HFers morose?
Will we all end up talking in rhyme?
And by habit produce something sublime?
Or will this drive my friend rOm crazy?
And leave his brain befuddled and hazy?
Will the admins suffer us any more?
Ya kaat daalenge hamari dor? rollf.gif


That's a great one. Maybe we should continue with the same rhyming spirit in this thread. It's a good idea.

Posted by: catch22 Feb 17 2006, 07:42 PM

A flea and a fly in a flue

Were caught, so what could they do?

Said the fly, "Let us flee."

"Let us fly," said the flea.

So they flew through a flaw in the flue.



-Anonymous

Posted by: Mandrake Feb 17 2006, 07:49 PM

There was a lady called Bright
whose speed was faster than light
she set out one day
in a relative way
And returned the previous night.

(relative - pertaining to Einstein's theory of relativity?)

Posted by: catch22 Feb 17 2006, 07:54 PM

That was hilarious

Posted by: Mandrake Feb 17 2006, 07:59 PM

The man who doesn't believe in God
does he ever by anything get awed?

Do wonders amaze him?
Do miracles faze him?

Does the order of the universe not stun him?
does the desire to know not burn him?

Will one such guy on HF here
check his blog and write some more? wink2.gif

Posted by: catch22 Feb 17 2006, 09:15 PM

QUOTE
he man who doesn't believe in God
does he ever by anything get awed?

Do wonders amaze him?
Do miracles faze him?

Does the order of the universe not stun him?
does the desire to know not burn him?

Will one such guy on HF here
check his blog and write some more?


I do not believe in the idea of God
Far as I am concerned, it is a Fraud

I was born in a religion, the one I begot
Using my reasons, this god I forgot

In wonders & miracles, I absolutely believe not
In my heart for human kindness, there is a slot

I would rather use reason, with a mind that is clear
For that which u call creator, neither there is love, nor fear

A thought for fellow HFer's i would hold very dear
It does'nt matter whether they r far or near

I am a keen enthusiast of universal order & natural selection
But all this I do not attribute to any supernatural creation.

I believe in science, which uses factual data & logic
Unlike the creationists, who rather believe in magic.

Science is rational, public, and verifiable ,
Religion is highly irrational and despicable.

I rest my case, promising to go sometime to my BLOG
What else can be done, I am a
dumb stupid FROG







Posted by: shivani Feb 18 2006, 04:16 PM

I am a simple girl and do not understad
what is the meaning and purpose of life
whether to think that creation is miracle
or follow the reason's logical strife
I dont know the consequences of faith
or seen it's power that can bring alive
heard it cured ailments, accomplished impossible
Don't know what from all that to derive

Or believe dreams that help live nightmares
it's said our own imagination makes us strong
its just an effect of chemicals and hormones
Mom told me to believe in them maybe she's wrong
I also cant explain the difference in affect
a rainbow or flower has on a man and woman
or why those subtelities exist in first place
just to keep mankind alive for another season ??

I'm sure it all can be explained by logic
but then would I still feel awe or wonder
Shall I no more bask in glory of exploration
just accept something and then no more ponder
And then do I have to give up the fairies
and gaints and elves and trees that move
and angels can certainly not coexist in my mind
If I believe what reason has to prove

But how to understand the wrath of angels
and great people talking about God and religion
leadors and scientists providing armaments to kill
and saints using faith to create more division
Why do logic and faith both fail to explain
why is there so much haze in the world
I know my quest might end in despair and foolhardiness
still I cant rest untill each coil is uncurled

Posted by: catch22 Feb 26 2006, 02:49 PM

Daisy Bell
by Harry Dacre 1892

There is a flower within my heart,
Daisy, Daisy!
Planted one day by a glancing dart,
Planted by Daisy Bell!
Whether she loves me or loves me not,
Sometimes it's hard to tell;
Yet I am longing to share the lot
Of beautiful Daisy Bell!


Daisy Daisy,
Give me your answer do!
I'm half crazy,
All for the love of you!
It won't be a stylish marriage,
I can't afford a carriage,
But you'll look sweet on the seat
Of a bicycle built for two !

We will go "tandem" as man and wife,
Daisy, Daisy!
Ped'ling away down the road of life,
I and my Daisy Bell!
When the road's dark we can despise
P'liceman and lamps as well;
There are bright lights in the dazzling eyes
Of beautiful Daisy Bell!


I will stand by you in "wheel" or woe,
Daisy, Daisy!
You'll be the bell(e) which I'll ring, you know!
Sweet little Daisy Bell!
You'll take the lead in each trip we take,
Then if I don't do well;
I will permit you to use the brake,
My beautiful Daisy Bell!!!


Posted by: catch22 Feb 27 2006, 10:11 AM

The Little Lives Of Earth And Form
Philip Larkin


The little lives of earth and form,
Of finding food, and keeping warm,
Are not like ours, and yet
A kinship lingers nonetheless:
We hanker for the homeliness
Of den, and hole, and set.

And this identity we feel
- Perhaps not right, perhaps not real -
Will link us constantly;
I see the rock, the clay, the chalk,
The flattened grass, the swaying stalk,
And it is you I see.

Posted by: catch22 Feb 27 2006, 10:22 AM

"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency.

Emily Dickinson

Posted by: shivani Feb 27 2006, 06:59 PM

QUOTE(catch22 @ Feb 26 2006, 02:49 PM) *

Daisy Bell
by Harry Dacre 1892

There is a flower within my heart,
Daisy, Daisy!
Planted one day by a glancing dart,
Planted by Daisy Bell!
Whether she loves me or loves me not,
Sometimes it's hard to tell;
Yet I am longing to share the lot
Of beautiful Daisy Bell!


Daisy Daisy,
Give me your answer do!
I'm half crazy,
All for the love of you!
It won't be a stylish marriage,
I can't afford a carriage,
But you'll look sweet on the seat
Of a bicycle built for two !

We will go "tandem" as man and wife,
Daisy, Daisy!
Ped'ling away down the road of life,
I and my Daisy Bell!
When the road's dark we can despise
P'liceman and lamps as well;
There are bright lights in the dazzling eyes
Of beautiful Daisy Bell!


I will stand by you in "wheel" or woe,
Daisy, Daisy!
You'll be the bell(e) which I'll ring, you know!
Sweet little Daisy Bell!
You'll take the lead in each trip we take,
Then if I don't do well;
I will permit you to use the brake,
My beautiful Daisy Bell!!!





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Posted by: catch22 Feb 28 2006, 06:49 PM

Welcome back Shivani,
not to be seen for a week.
Your Avatar gets a tweak,
And Mickey is put to sleep.


Bertrand Russell:

Three passions have governed my life:
The longings for love, the search for knowledge,
And unbearable pity for the suffering of [humankind].

Love brings ecstasy and relieves loneliness.
In the union of love I have seen
In a mystic miniature the prefiguring vision
Of the heavens that saints and poets have imagined.

With equal passion I have sought knowledge.
I have wished to understand the hearts of [people].
I have wished to know why the stars shine.

Love and knowledge led upwards to the heavens,
But always pity brought me back to earth;
Cries of pain reverberated in my heart
Of children in famine, of victims tortured
And of old people left helpless.
I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot,
And I too suffer.

This has been my life; I found it worth living.

Posted by: rom Feb 28 2006, 07:23 PM

Good one, Catch!

Posted by: catch22 Mar 2 2006, 04:30 PM

Truer words were never spoken
Ah, but true words leave hearts broken!
Truth is only for the wise
Lovers ought to stick to lies

Unknown

Posted by: shivani Mar 3 2006, 12:20 PM

DYING.

The sun kept setting, setting still;
No hue of afternoon
Upon the village I perceived, --
From house to house 't was noon.

The dusk kept dropping, dropping still;
No dew upon the grass,
But only on my forehead stopped,
And wandered in my face.

My feet kept drowsing, drowsing still,
My fingers were awake;
Yet why so little sound myself
Unto my seeming make?

How well I knew the light before!
I could not see it now.
'T is dying, I am doing; but
I'm not afraid to know.

- Emily Dickinson



I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed?
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I for truth, -- the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.

And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.
- Emily Dickinson


QUOTE
Truer words were never spoken
Ah, but true words leave hearts broken!
Truth is only for the wise
Lovers ought to stick to lies

Unknown



Tell All The Truth


Tell all the truth but tell it slant,
Success in circuit lies,
Too bright for our infirm delight
The truth's superb surprise;

As lightning to the children eased
With explanation kind,
The truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind.

Emily Dickinson

Posted by: catch22 Mar 3 2006, 02:13 PM

Nice collection, Sh ( hope it is ok if I address you this way)

Hold You In My Smile

Sweet moment, stay with me,
and pray do not flee so soon,
Let me enjoy the bliss of that
first kiss beneath the moon.
I wish to cradle this feeling,
that has only just been found,
A feeling that has unexpectedly
turned my world around.
Do not depart, Oh please remain
within my heart awhile,
So that I can savour you once more,
and hold you in my smile.

Ernestine Northover

Posted by: shivani Mar 3 2006, 03:33 PM

Death Sets A Thing Of Significant

The eye had hurried by,
Except a perished creature
Entreat us tenderly

To ponder little workmanships
In crayon or in wool,
With "This was last her fingers did,"
Industrious until

The thimble weighed too heavy,
The stitches stopped themselves,
And then 't was put among the dust
Upon the closet shelves.

A book I have, a friend gave,
Whose pencil, here and there,
Had notched the place that pleased him,--
At rest his fingers are.

Now, when I read, I read not,
For interrupting tears
Obliterate the etchings
Too costly for repairs.
-Emily D



A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
That makes no show for dawn
By strech of limb or stir of lid, --
An independent one.

Was ever idleness like this?
Within a hut of stone
To bask the centuries away
Nor once look up for noon?
- Emily D


I heard a fly buzz when I died;
The stillness round my form
Was like the stillness in the air
Between the heaves of storm.

The eyes beside had wrung them dry,
And breaths were gathering sure
For that last onset, when the king
Be witnessed in his power.

I willed my keepsakes, signed away
What portion of me I
Could make assignable, and then
There interposed a fly,

With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz,
Between the light and me;
And then the windows failed, and then
I could not see to see.

-Emily D

love this one....
I felt a funeral in my brain,
And mourners, to and fro,
Kept treading, treading, till it seemed
That sense was breaking through.

And when they all were seated,
A service like a drum
Kept beating, beating, till I thought
My mind was going numb

And then I heard them lift a box,
And creak across my soul
With those same boots of lead, again.
Then space began to toll

As all the heavens were a bell,
And being, but an ear,
And I and Silence some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here.
-Emily D

QUOTE
Nice collection, Sh ( hope it is ok if I address you this way)


Thx. Emily D is good.. and anything is fine.

Posted by: catch22 Mar 3 2006, 08:32 PM

"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud"

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth


The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

Posted by: shivani Mar 3 2006, 11:45 PM

To make One's Toilette—after Death

To make One's Toilette—after Death
Has made the Toilette cool
Of only Taste we cared to please
Is difficult, and still—

That's easier—than Braid the Hair—
And make the Bodice gay—
When eyes that fondled it are wrenched
By Decalogues—away—

Emily Dickinson

( I think am obsessed about ED's work )

Posted by: catch22 Mar 4 2006, 12:37 AM

QUOTE
Emily Dickinson

( I think am obsessed about ED's work )


She was a great poet. Seems you are obsessed, but it is quite understandable. Sometimes we do tend to have a fixation. Could I ask you why? Any parallels?

Posted by: catch22 Mar 4 2006, 12:40 AM

But you do sign off with a Frost verse.

Posted by: catch22 Mar 4 2006, 01:26 AM

"Between Us Now"

Between us now and here -
Two thrown together
Who are not wont to wear
Life's flushest feather -
Who see the scenes slide past,
The daytimes dimming fast,
Let there be truth at last,
Even if despair.

So thoroughly and long
Have you now known me,
So real in faith and strong
Have I now shown me,
That nothing needs disguise
Further in any wise,
Or asks or justifies
A guarded tongue.

Face unto face, then, say,
Eyes mine own meeting,
Is your heart far away,
Or with mine beating?
When false things are brought low,
And swift things have grown slow,
Feigning like froth shall go,
Faith be for aye.

Thomas Hardy

Posted by: catch22 Mar 4 2006, 03:16 AM

"Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet." Plato

Posted by: dimps Mar 4 2006, 01:12 PM

Great work Catch and Shiv..
I am a rare visitor as perhaps Mandrake (Suhas) knows
I love POETRY ..

I too LOVE ED poems...what a way to share them here

One of my fav...

In Vain.

I CANNOT live with you,
It would be life,
And life is over there
Behind the shelf

The sexton keeps the key to,
Putting up
Our life, his porcelain,
Like a cup

Discarded of the housewife,
Quaint or broken;
A newer Sevres pleases,
Old ones crack.

I could not die with you,
For one must wait
To shut the other's gaze down, --
You could not.

And I, could I stand by
And see you freeze,
Without my right of frost,
Death's privilege?

Nor could I rise with you,
Because your face
Would put out Jesus',
That new grace

Glow plain and foreign
On my homesick eye,
Except that you, than he
Shone closer by.

They'd judge us -- how?
For you served Heaven, you know,
Or sought to;
I could not,

Because you saturated sight,
And I had no more eyes
For sordid excellence
As Paradise.

And were you lost, I would be,
Though my name
Rang loudest
On the heavenly fame.

And were you saved,
And I condemned to be
Where you were not,
That self were hell to me.

So we must keep apart,
You there, I here,

With just the door ajar
That oceans are,
And prayer,
And that pale sustenance,
Despair!

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(May be only some one who has Loved and lost would understand this better...)

Posted by: dimps Mar 4 2006, 01:16 PM

One more

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Heart, we will forget him!

Heart, we will forget him!
You an I, tonight!
You may forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.

When you have done, pray tell me
That I my thoughts may dim;
Haste! lest while you're lagging.
I may remember him!


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Posted by: dimps Mar 4 2006, 01:50 PM

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Before I got my eye put out

Before I got my eye put out
I liked as well to see --
As other Creatures, that have Eyes
And know no other way --

But were it told to me -- Today --
That I might have the sky
For mine -- I tell you that my Heart
Would split, for size of me --

The Meadows -- mine --
The Mountains -- mine --
All Forests -- Stintless Stars --
As much of Noon as I could take
Between my finite eyes --

The Motions of the Dipping Birds --
The Morning's Amber Road --
For mine -- to look at when I liked --
The News would strike me dead --

So safer -- guess -- with just my soul
Upon the Window pane --
Where other Creatures put their eyes --
Incautious -- of the Sun --


Posted by: catch22 Mar 4 2006, 02:17 PM

Welcome Dimps,
Nice poems. For most of us, the love of poetry is embedded somewhere within the depths of our thoughts. When we give essence to our thoughts, they become words. One of the hardest things in life is having words in our hearts that one can't utter. At the least, we can reflect & recycle what the great poets have left behind for us.
Catch

Posted by: catch22 Mar 4 2006, 03:14 PM

QUOTE(dimps @ Mar 4 2006, 01:20 AM) *
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Before I got my eye put out

Before I got my eye put out
I liked as well to see --
As other Creatures, that have Eyes
And know no other way --

But were it told to me -- Today --
That I might have the sky
For mine -- I tell you that my Heart
Would split, for size of me --

The Meadows -- mine --
The Mountains -- mine --
All Forests -- Stintless Stars --
As much of Noon as I could take
Between my finite eyes --

The Motions of the Dipping Birds --
The Morning's Amber Road --
For mine -- to look at when I liked --
The News would strike me dead --

So safer -- guess -- with just my soul
Upon the Window pane --
Where other Creatures put their eyes --
Incautious -- of the Sun --



Though I could say that i fully understand the physical trauma & mental stress that you are undergoing, in fact nobody can. I can't say a prayer for you, being what I am. But from one human being to another, I wish you good health & sincerely hope & wish that you recover the full power of your vision. This is from the bottom of my heart. I can only say 'Your mind is your source of imagination . . .The eyes envy the mind."


Posted by: catch22 Mar 4 2006, 03:35 PM

I do not wish to die -
There is such contingent beauty in life:
The open window on summer mornings
Looking out on gardens and green things growing,
The shadowy cups of rose flowering to themselves-
Images of time and eternity-
Silence in the garden and felt along the walls.
The room is suddenly filled with sun,
Like a sacrament one can never be
Sufficiently thankful for. Door ajar,
The eye reaches across from one
Open window to another, eye to eye,
And then the healing spaces of the sky ......
- Alfred Leslie Rowse, 1903-


Posted by: shivani Mar 5 2006, 12:07 AM

QUOTE
Great work Catch and Shiv..
I am a rare visitor as perhaps Mandrake (Suhas) knows
I love POETRY ..

I too LOVE ED poems...what a way to share them here

One of my fav...


Lalitha : ) pleasure to see you here, or for that matter anywhere. Hope to see more of you around.
It indeed is a lovely poem. Reminds me of one I read long ago. Don't remember the poet's name.. but it kind of stuck with me.

Don't look at me with so much love
Don't hold me back with those eyes
I have to leave now before it is too late
Love you.. offcourse I do
that is why I have to leave now
before you know how much.

-Unknown

QUOTE
'Your mind is your source of imagination . . .The eyes envy the mind."

That is a lovely thought : ).


Posted by: shivani Mar 5 2006, 12:10 AM

The Dance
by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

I have sent you my invitation, the note inscribed on the palm of my hand by the fire of living. Don't jump up and shout, "Yes, this is what I want! Let's do it!" Just stand up quietly and dance with me.

Show me how you follow your deepest desires, spiralling down into the ache within the ache. And I will show you how I reach inward and open outward to feel the kiss of the Mystery, sweet lips on my own, everyday.

Don't tell me you want to hold the whole world in your heart. Show me how you turn away from making another wrong without abandoning yourself when you are hurt and afraid of being unloved.

Tell me a story of who you are, And see who I am in the stories I am living. And together we will remember that each of us always has a choice.

Don't tell me how wonderful things will be . . . some day. Show me you can risk being completely at peace, truly OK with the way things are right now in this moment, and again in the next and the next and the next. . .

I have heard enough warrior stories of heroic daring. Tell me how you crumble when you hit the wall, the place you cannot go beyond by the strength of your own will. What carries you to the other side of that wall, to the fragile beauty of your own humanness?

And after we have shown each other how we have set and kept the clear, healthy boundaries that help us live side by side with each other, let us risk remembering that we never stop silently loving those we once loved out loud.

Take me to the places on the earth that teach you how to dance, the places where you can risk letting the world break your heart. And I will take you to the places where the earth beneath my feet and the stars overhead make my heart whole again and again.

Show me how you take care of business without letting business determine who you are. When the children are fed but still the voices within and around us shout that soul's desires have too high a price, let us remind each other that it is never about the money.

Show me how you offer to your people and the world the stories and the songs you want our children's children to remember, and I will show you how I struggle not to change the world, but to love it.

Sit beside me in long moments of shared solitude, knowing both our absolute aloneness and our undeniable belonging. Dance with me in the silence and in the sound of small daily words, holding neither against me at the end of the day.

And when the sound of all the declarations of our sincerest intentions has died away on the wind, dance with me in the infinite pause before the next great inhale of the breath that is breathing us all into being, not filling the emptiness from the outside or from within.

Don't say, "Yes!" Just take my hand and dance with me.

Posted by: catch22 Mar 5 2006, 10:00 AM

Wow, that's a fantastic piece. Never come across an invitation so inviting.
Could I have the pleasure of this dance?

The Invitation
Oriah Mountain Dreamer

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dreams
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your
fingers and toes
without cautioning us to
be careful
be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.

If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand on the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
"Yes."

It doesn't interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after a night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.





Posted by: catch22 Mar 5 2006, 10:23 AM

Dance in the shadows

Dance in the shadows my love
Dance till the sun lurks behind the night
Dance in the shadows my love
I know the mourning of the dove
Sounds in your ears
The time is near
Never never waver
Just hold on to me
Dance with me
Never never leave
Hold on if you let go the world shall wane
And I shall bleed my crying pain
Dance in the shadows my love
Don't greet the morning
It only brings the end
It's light shall only affront
It is the whisper of sorrow
Dance my love forever in the shadow
Never stopping ever wallow.
Please just dance in the shadows my love
Dance in the shadows my love

Lylyanna Pilewski

Posted by: dimps Mar 6 2006, 12:39 PM

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Thanks Catch and Shiv for sharing

From my side -
one of E B B 's verses..

Change Upon Change


Five months ago the stream did flow,
The lilies bloomed within the sedge,
And we were lingering to and fro,
Where none will track thee in this snow,
Along the stream, beside the hedge.
Ah, Sweet, be free to love and go!
For if I do not hear thy foot,
The frozen river is as mute,
The flowers have dried down to the root:

And why, since these be changed since May,
Shouldst thou change less than they.


And slow, slow as the winter snow
The tears have drifted to mine eyes;
And my poor cheeks, five months ago
Set blushing at thy praises so,
Put paleness on for a disguise.
Ah, Sweet, be free to praise and go!
For if my face is turned too pale,
It was thine oath that first did fail, --
It was thy love proved false and frail, --
And why, since these be changed enow,
Should I change less than thou.



Posted by: priya Mar 6 2006, 01:23 PM

QUOTE(shivani @ Mar 5 2006, 12:07 AM) *

Don't look at me with so much love
Don't hold me back with those eyes
I have to leave now before it is too late
Love you.. offcourse I do
that is why I have to leave now
before you know how much.

-Unknown


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Arey Unknown, uska dil khush ho jaata aur tu kanjoosi dikhata hai. I hate this particular thought. Love is one good thing U can never have too much of. wub.gif

Posted by: shivani Mar 6 2006, 01:53 PM

QUOTE
Arey Unknown, uska dil khush ho jaata aur tu kanjoosi dikhata hai. I hate this particular thought. Love is one good thing U can never have too much of. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/wub.gif)


Sometimes you have to let go
of all the love and desire and wishes
and all the dreams woven together
you have to let go

Sometimes you have to go away
and never look back, not even a glance
not because you did not care, but too much
you have to go away

Sometimes you have to hurt
and break the heart you cherish most
and walk carelessly all over him
just have to hurt

Sometimes love must die
and you have to kill it yourself
and still keep living without complains
but it must die.


MY love it should be silent, being deep —
And being very peaceful should be still —
Still as the utmost depths of ocean keep —
Serenely silent as some mighty hill.

Yet is my love so great it needs must fill
With very joy the inmost heart of me,
The joy of dancing branches on the hill
The joy of leaping waves upon the sea.

-Uknown


Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labour, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school where children played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then 'tis centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.
-Emily D

Posted by: shivani Mar 6 2006, 02:19 PM

QUOTE
The frozen river is as mute,
The flowers have dried down to the root:
And why, since these be changed since May,
Shouldst thou change less than they.


These.. are lovely Lalitha : ).

QUOTE
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

It doesn't interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after a night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done

I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.


: ).

QUOTE
Wow, that's a fantastic piece. Never come across an invitation so inviting.
Could I have the pleasure of this dance?


What If I tell that
my hips dont sway
in tune with the rhythm
would you go away

Or that I dont know
my left foot from right
and I falter a lot
would you still be in sight

My nerves get jitters
on mere mention of beat
and I hide behind the crowd:
would you stay or fleet

But I wish to dance tonight
and not care who sees
even when I cannot..
would you dance with me

Posted by: priya Mar 6 2006, 02:44 PM

ZZZZ!!!! No wonder Ur Unknowns remained unknown. tongue1.gif Horrid creatures!!!! mad.gif

Posted by: priya Mar 6 2006, 02:53 PM

Have I posted this before in some other thread? I must have. I am so fond of it.

By WB Yeats.

He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloth
Enwrought with golden and silver light
The blue and the dim and the dark cloth
Of night and light and the half light
I would spread that cloth under your feet
But I being poor have only my dreams
I've spread my dreams under your feet
Tread softly for you tread on my dreams.

This is love for me. Not all that hoarding and walking away.
It expresses the depth and vulnerability of love. Better to drown in love than keep someone parched and thirsting.

In one of my own melodramatic poems tongue1.gif I speak of love as a sea reaching out with the waves and the lover splashing his feet and playing and being afraid to reach out and drown and the sea turning into desert waste.

Posted by: catch22 Mar 6 2006, 03:01 PM

Uniformed brutality

Love is an instinct, noble and sublime

In the eyes of many, it is a fad

Some think, love is sheer madness

They call all lovers majnu or mad.

Ours is a pseudo-modern country

Can we deny this patent fact?

Here even slightest display of love

Is regarded as an obscene act!

Meerut police raided a public garden

To put a few majnus on the mat

They thrashed every boy and every girl

Who went there to sit and chat!

The town where war of Independence began

That liberated us from foreign yoke

In that very town, the brutal cops

Throttled the liberty of innocent folk.

(Courtesy: G.C. Bhandari, Meerut)

Posted by: shivani Mar 6 2006, 03:54 PM

QUOTE
I've spread my dreams under your feet
Tread softly for you tread on my dreams.


..these always have been my favourite lines Priya.. did not know where or when or how long ago I read them.. about 20 years maybe..
Thanks for posting again : ).

QUOTE
ZZZZ!!!! No wonder Ur Unknowns remained unknown. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/tongue1.gif) Horrid creatures!!!! (IMG:style_emoticons/default/mad.gif)


If you do not agree with someone's expression, must you whine and fret and make them feel that yours is the only fair expression?
Isn't that tthe mistake we make in love..
Start thinking in "we" by embracing someone else's idea... and you will see that it is possible as well. Life is not only white or black or grey.. there are whole lot of other shades as well.

And please post your melodramatic poem : ). Would love to read it.

Posted by: dimps Mar 6 2006, 03:56 PM

wub.gif


Longing

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.

Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me!

Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth;
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say: My love! why sufferest thou?

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.


(by Matthew Arnold)


One more...

Edgar Allen Poe

A Dream within a Dream

Take this kiss upon thy brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, to deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand—
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep—while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?






Posted by: dimps Mar 6 2006, 04:11 PM

Shiv
..
yet another from ED


You left me, sweet, two legacies,—
A legacy of love
A Heavenly Father would content,
Had He the offer of;

You left me boundaries of pain
Capacious as the sea,
Between eternity and time,
Your consciousness and me.

Posted by: priya Mar 6 2006, 04:15 PM

QUOTE(shivani @ Mar 6 2006, 03:54 PM) *

..these always have been my favourite lines Priya.. did not know where or when or how long ago I read them.. about 20 years maybe..
Thanks for posting again : ).


U read this when U were 9!!!!!!! planet.gif


QUOTE
If you do not agree with someone's expression, must you whine and fret and make them feel that yours is the only fair expression?
Isn't that tthe mistake we make in love..
Start thinking in "we" by embracing someone else's idea... and you will see that it is possible as well. Life is not only white or black or grey.. there are whole lot of other shades as well.


I guess I should keep my mouth shut from now on. Everyone seems to get me wrong or think the opposite of what I am saying. Even friends get the wrong vibes from me. I am not asking others to change the way they view things.
I am not talking about the poet's expression or poetry out here. I am referring to hoarding love. Not in a relationship that cannot work for instance where U may have to bury Ur feelings but in ordinary daily life. U can cause a lot of pain by not letting another person know that U love them. If U do, why hide it?

QUOTE
And please post your melodramatic poem : ). Would love to read it.


Na. I write bad poetry. All emotion in the raw. And I was in college when I wrote it in all innocence and my friend who was more worldly wise read sexual innuendos in it. So let it be.

Posted by: priya Mar 6 2006, 04:18 PM

QUOTE(dimps @ Mar 6 2006, 03:56 PM) *
wub.gif


Longing

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.

Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me!

Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth;
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say: My love! why sufferest thou?

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.


(by Matthew Arnold)



Never read this. Lovely. wub.gif

Posted by: dimps Mar 6 2006, 04:21 PM

Christina Georgina Rossetti

Remember

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

Posted by: shivani Mar 6 2006, 04:26 PM

QUOTE
U read this when U were 9!!!!!!!

I dont think so.. now that you point it out.. btu it certainly seems like a very long time biggrin.gif. maybe 15 years then ..

QUOTE
I guess I should keep my mouth shut from now on. Everyone seems to get me wrong or think the opposite of what I am saying. Even friends get the wrong vibes from me. I am not asking others to change the way they view things.

No my love.. never do that.. If someone else is not able to understand you .. it is their problem.. not yours tongue1.gif. i never meant that I am gettign wrong or negative vibes from you. We can certainly have different opinions on lot of matters, and let each other know of that.. can't we? Just because we disagree, we should stop talking?
Let me assure you.. Me for once.. have never taken offence to anything you say. It always has been a delight to learn about different viewpoints, debate over them, thrash them out well : ). And I think most of the people around would agree to me.
You are an intelligent person and pleasurable to talk to. Please do not shut up.

QUOTE
I am not talking about the poet's expression or poetry out here. I am referring to hoarding love. Not in a relationship that cannot work for instance where U may have to bury Ur feelings but in ordinary daily life. U can cause a lot of pain by not letting another person know that U love them. If U do, why hide it?


Umm.. Expression of love is good. But often circumstances lead us to situations, where one has to let go of all the love, and yet go on with life. It is not always in best interest of both parties involved to keep loving each other.
It is not about hiding.. but acknowledging that (this)love cannot be fullfilled.

QUOTE
Edgar Allen Poe

A Dream within a Dream


..this too is my fav Lalitha.. I think I have posted it on the thread.. or maybe just have with me.

Posted by: priya Mar 6 2006, 04:42 PM

QUOTE(shivani @ Mar 6 2006, 04:26 PM) *
I dont think so.. now that you point it out.. btu it certainly seems like a very long time biggrin.gif . maybe 15 years then ..


I think ya around 15 yrs for me too. Was in school. Many were debating if it was written to God or a lover!!!!

QUOTE
No my love.. never do that.. If someone else is not able to understand you .. it is their problem.. not yours tongue1.gif . i never meant that I am gettign wrong or negative vibes from you. We can certainly have different opinions on lot of matters, and let each other know of that.. can't we? Just because we disagree, we should stop talking?
Let me assure you.. Me for once.. have never taken offence to anything you say. It always has been a delight to learn about different viewpoints, debate over them, thrash them out well : ). And I think most of the people around would agree to me.
You are an intelligent person and pleasurable to talk to. Please do not shut up.


No, I mean people seem to think I am angry when I express something. Bec I tend to think fast and passionately and intensely. And people reading think I am angry. sad1.gif I must be going wrong somewhere.
I do not mind disagreeing. Most of my closest friends have viewpoints diametrically opposite to mine. doh.gif

QUOTE

Umm.. Expression of love is good. But often circumstances lead us to situations, where one has to let go of all the love, and yet go on with life. It is not always in best interest of both parties involved to keep loving each other.
It is not about hiding.. but acknowledging that (this)love cannot be fullfilled.


Ya, I mean in regular relationships. True if a relationship cannot work, no pint in expressing. I had a friend madly in love with a guy. He too adored her. But they were of different castes. Grrr Nair and Namboodiri. Is that such a big deal? Both are high castes in Kerala. The guy's sister had eloped and been cut off from the family. The girl's father was an autocrat. We all knew they were in love but they never expressed it and married the ones their folks selected. That is understandable. No point creating heartache. I meant in normal relationships. Like parents and kids not being able to tell each other they care. Or husband and wife not revealing their feelings often due to pride or whatever mixed feelings. That is sad. Bec a little love can make life so beautiful.

My poetry books were all put in a box up on a shelf which I cannot reach. headbang.gif So many to share and enjoy otherwise. cry.gif

Posted by: shivani Mar 6 2006, 04:55 PM

QUOTE
I think ya around 15 yrs for me too. Was in school. Many were debating if it was written to God or a lover!!!!


Waise to 20 years ago as well I was in school (and so were you ) biggrin.gif

And.. Ive always felt it's addressed to a lover. The other idea did not even cross my mind.
QUOTE
No, I mean people seem to think I am angry when I express something. Bec I tend to think fast and passionately and intensely. And people reading think I am angry. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/sad1.gif) I must be going wrong somewhere.
I do not mind disagreeing. Most of my closest friends have viewpoints diametrically opposite to mine. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/doh.gif)

Hmm. Hasten slowly...

QUOTE
My poetry books were all put in a box up on a shelf which I cannot reach. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/headbang.gif) So many to share and enjoy otherwise. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/cry.gif)

In other words you are asking for a talll knight to fetch those books for you..
sigh!
use a chair or borrow staircase from that padosi of yours na...
and we better chitter chatter in some other thread.. before catch thorws us outtaa here for spamming.


QUOTE
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.


... how much time does it take before we can look back not feel sad and smile at everything??

Posted by: priya Mar 6 2006, 05:23 PM

QUOTE(shivani @ Mar 6 2006, 04:55 PM) *


Waise to 20 years ago as well I was in school (and so were you ) biggrin.gif


Na re. Me did not do Plus 2. I did Pre Degree in college. The system no longer exists. I did Litt and History for Pre-degree.

QUOTE
And.. Ive always felt it's addressed to a lover. The other idea did not even cross my mind.


Me too. wub.gif

QUOTE
In other words you are asking for a talll knight to fetch those books for you..
sigh!
use a chair or borrow staircase from that padosi of yours na...
and we better chitter chatter in some other thread.. before catch thorws us outtaa here for spamming.


U offering Amitoj? rolleyes.gif

Chair nahin hai mere ghar mein. I mean no hardy one. Only wrought iron with cushion. Not tall enough. Ladder of landlady is for outside use and too big. Me could climb but there may be lizards there. afraid.gif Then I will scream and fall down and break my head na. sad1.gif

QUOTE
... how much time does it take before we can look back not feel sad and smile at everything??


Depends on the intensity of the feelings and the kind of experience.
Catch, don't throw us out. From such thots spring poetry na. biggrin.gif

Posted by: dimps Mar 6 2006, 05:26 PM

[quote name='shivani' date='Mar 6 2006, 04:55 PM' post='229135']
[quote]
[quote]Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
[/quote]

... how much time does it take before we can look back not feel sad and smile at everything??
[/quote]

===============================================

sigh.gif

It takes eternity (and more) to look back and not feel sad....

Love Unexpressed

The sweetest notes among the human heart-strings are dull with rust;
The sweetest chords, adjusted by the angels, are clogged with dust;
We pipe and pipe again our dreary music upon the self-same strains,
While sounds of crime, and fear, and desolation, come back in sad refrains.

On through the world we go, an army marching with listening ears,
Each longing, sighing, for the heavenly music he never hears;
Each longing, sighing, for a word of comfort, a word of tender praise,

A word of love, to cheer the endless journey of earth's hard, busy days.

They love us, and we know it; this suffices for reason's share.
Why should they pause to give that love expression with gentle care?
Why should they pause? But still our hearts are aching with all the gnawing pain
Of hungry love that longs to hear the music, and longs and longs in vain.

We love them, and they know it; if we falter, with fingers numb,
Among the unused strings of love's expression, the notes are dumb.
We shrink within ourselves in voiceless sorrow, leaving the words unsaid,
And, side by side with those we love the dearest, in silence on we tread.

Thus on we tread, and thus each heart in silence its fate fulfils,
Waiting and hoping for the heavenly music beyond the distant hills.
The only difference of the love in heaven from love on earth below Is:
Here we love and know not how to tell it, and there we all shall know.


by : Constance Fenimore Woolson

Posted by: priya Mar 6 2006, 05:29 PM

Rubber Ball

He bounced my dream

Like a rubber ball

Over rough and bumpy roads

I could not stop him

He held my heart

Like a butterfly in his palm

He played, I watched

The game went on and on

Over nettles, over stones

I was pushed, I was thrown

I gasped but could not stop

One day he stopped at a rubbish bin

In went the rubber ball

And crushed and torn along with it

A pair of butterfly wings.


Posted by: priya Mar 6 2006, 05:35 PM

QUOTE(shivani @ Feb 15 2006, 10:49 PM) *


I dont care a bit so he says
if that's what he thinks fine I am
he doesnt read me misinterprets
misquotes why should I give a damn arrogant.gif

my advances are throttled
crushed smeared and smashed away
and always put in place by witty remarks
oh pray! do I have a word left to say cry.gif

and flattered am I you think
when a tyrant I am called
I ponder over each word I uttered
what left him so apalled cry.gif


This is Urs ZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! planet.gif
U write well. U manage to rhyme and express Urself at the same time without appearing contrived!!!!! clap1.gif
And U control the feeling and flow. Really good. bow.gif

Posted by: Nimii Mar 6 2006, 05:35 PM

Priyz ye tumne likha poem ohmy.gif

Posted by: Nimii Mar 6 2006, 05:36 PM

Shivani is poet class-apart re!!!!! bow.gif

Posted by: priya Mar 6 2006, 05:45 PM

Well, amazing na--I was reading all her poems. That one I quoted was in answer to banter but can hold its own as a poem without the HF context!!!
Imaginative gal, ZZZ.

Haan that stuff was mine. biggrin.gif

Posted by: priya Mar 6 2006, 06:31 PM

Poetry ke bahane khullam khulla flirt kar rahe hain yeh dono!!! blab.gif

Posted by: catch22 Mar 6 2006, 06:36 PM

Night

The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.

The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies,
When love is done.


Francis William Bourdillon



So often in the course
Of life's few fleeting years
A single pleasure costs
The soul a thousand tears

Francis William Bourdillon

Posted by: shivani Mar 6 2006, 06:36 PM

QUOTE
Poetry ke bahane khullam khulla flirt kar rahe hain yeh dono!!! (IMG:style_emoticons/default/blab.gif)


yo! Catch is a gal.. and I dont flirt with gals mad.gif

also.. I dont flirt bahane se.. but khullam khulla biggrin.gif rollf.gif

Posted by: priya Mar 6 2006, 06:54 PM

Catch is a girl???? Can any girl be this sensible? tongue1.gif But then U are. rollf.gif

When I asked Catch he/she did not give a proper answer. mad.gif
Catch bol do or we will think U are neither. look.gif

Posted by: priya Mar 6 2006, 09:50 PM

Asphyxia


I am walled in

I cannot breathe

I hit out, I scream

And no one hears

The walls close in.



I am a puppet

They pull the strings

I must smile

Or someone might misunderstand

I must not show my heart

It is indecent

I must talk

And tread the stones with care

Or I will fall in

And drown.



Push ahead, push ahead

Or be left behind

I am a harlot

I must parade my wares

For the world has lost its eyes



The world’s a vast jungle

I fight to keep my place

And fight to remind

Myself each night

Of who I am.


Posted by: shivani Mar 6 2006, 11:38 PM

QUOTE
If you let me have my way,
Off your feet you'll be swept away
Hell or High Water, Come what may
I'll make sure, your hips will sway

Step to the left, step to the Right
Up on your toes & take flight
On my arm you'll be a lovely sight,
Just hold on to me good & tight


: )

so let us match our steps
and wile away the lonely night
let moon shine and woo someone
I want no one but you in sight

let music tingle and tickle us
and a fire in our souls ignite
seep through each and every pore
and wash our bones in delight

so when we lift that feet again
our spirit with it takes aflight
and spread our wings lighter than air
away from worlds every plight

the soft caress of gentle whispers
and story that lovely eyes indite
that slided along the ears gently
and rested on a shoulder snow white

with each step we take together
without caring its left or right
lets go up higher a bit more
and float above the clouds tonight

lets music be our guide through
filling the hearts of joy infinite
with u and me and music alone
come, lets dance this dance tonight

QUOTE
am walled in
I cannot breathe
I hit out, I scream
And no one hears
The walls close in.

I am a puppet
They pull the strings
I must smile
Or someone might misunderstand
I must not show my heart
It is indecent

I must talk
And tread the stones with care
Or I will fall in
And drown.

Push ahead, push ahead
Or be left behind
I am a harlot
I must parade my wares
For the world has lost its eyes

The world’s a vast jungle
I fight to keep my place
And fight to remind
Myself each night
Of who I am.

.. lovely priya : ).

Posted by: catch22 Mar 7 2006, 11:23 AM

QUOTE
Catch is a girl???? Can any girl be this sensible? tongue1.gif But then U are. rollf.gif

When I asked Catch he/she did not give a proper answer. mad.gif
Catch bol do or we will think U are neither. look.gif


Like I said before,

I could be a Mickey Nobody
Or a Theresa Peabody
For sure, I am somebody

A little mystery in the air
Would anyone really care
If a gentleman or a maiden fair

Best, I would leave it your imagination
Sure,it could get me plenty of indignation

Posted by: catch22 Mar 7 2006, 11:48 AM

QUOTE
Poetry ke bahane khullam khulla flirt kar rahe hain yeh dono!!! blab.gif


Which of the following are applicable

Main Entry: 1flirt
Pronunciation: 'fl&rt
Function: verb
Etymology: origin unknown
transitive senses
1 : FLICK
2 : to move in a jerky manner
intransitive senses
1 : to move erratically : FLIT
2 a : to behave amorously without serious intent
b : to show superficial or casual interest or liking <flirted with the idea>;
also : EXPERIMENT <a novelist flirting with poetry>
3 : to come close to -- used with with <the temperature flirted with 100°>
synonym see TRIFLE

Posted by: shivani Mar 7 2006, 03:42 PM

QUOTE
Which of the following are applicable

Main Entry: 1flirt
Pronunciation: 'fl&rt
Function: verb
Etymology: origin unknown
transitive senses
1 : FLICK
2 : to move in a jerky manner
intransitive senses
1 : to move erratically : FLIT
2 a : to behave amorously without serious intent
b : to show superficial or casual interest or liking <flirted with the idea>;
also : EXPERIMENT <a novelist flirting with poetry>
3 : to come close to -- used with with <the temperature flirted with 100°>
synonym see TRIFLE



You missed the one she meant doh.gif

Flirt = Jealous biggrin.gif (only the operands are different rollf.gif )


I lost a world the other day.
Has anybody found?
You'll know it by the row of stars
Around its forehead bound.

A rich man might not notice it;
Yet to my frugal eye
Of more esteem than ducats.
Oh, find it, sir, for me!

-Emily D.

A thought went up my mind to-day
That I have had before,
But did not finish, -- some way back,
I could not fix the year,

Nor where it went, nor why it came
The second time to me,
Nor definitely what it was,
Have I the art to say.

But somewhere in my soul, I know
I 've met the thing before;
It just reminded me -- 't was all --
And came my way no more.
-Emily D


Windswept,
weathered,
walked upon
over many distant years.
Fallen to earth
like the walls
we once lived within.
Yet always, we survive.
Our foundation is strong.
And we continue
to look to the skies
for hope.




Posted by: priya Mar 7 2006, 04:37 PM

Na na I meant 2a wunly. U bad gurls. mad.gif

Posted by: priya Mar 7 2006, 04:43 PM

Cigarette


He holds me to his lips

Watches me glow

Intoxicated

He cannot wait

He takes a deep breath

Draws me in—my soul

Shuts his eyes and dreams

In delirious pleasure

I am his world

He needs me

All of me.



His eyes open

He blows out my life in smoke

He slowly taps away

The ashes of my dreams.

I lie with those gone before

A broken heap of grey.






Posted by: shivani Mar 7 2006, 04:49 PM

rabba!!

too good Priya : )

QUOTE
Na na I meant 2a wunly. U bad gurls. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/mad.gif)

Whatever you say.. I still know what you know my munchkin rotate1.gif

Posted by: priya Mar 7 2006, 04:59 PM

This one got published. blushf.gif

ZZZ, why aren't U a boy? Would love to have a boyfriend who called me chamiya and munchkin. rotate1.gif

Posted by: shivani Mar 7 2006, 05:25 PM

QUOTE
ZZZ, why aren't U a boy? Would love to have a boyfriend who called me chamiya and munchkin. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/rotate1.gif)


Well.. if it is just about calling you chamiya and munchkin
I can do that very well my love
Can buy you flowers sing songs and woo
and also say you're my little dove biggrin.gif

PS :
The unstated rule for the thread
that every visitor must mind
Spam away to heart's content but
in a lovely rhyme it should bind


Posted by: Mandrake Mar 7 2006, 05:35 PM

Shivani:
Spammer you are, though of quality
sense & nonsense you treat with equality
You don't need to essay
very hard, I must say
To produce spam of huge quantity wink2.gif

rollf.gif rollf.gif

Posted by: priya Mar 7 2006, 05:44 PM

I know not how to rhyme
I do not have the time
Does this mean that I must go
Is this the door U show look.gif


Posted by: Mandrake Mar 7 2006, 05:50 PM

Priye Priya, tum nahi jaana
tumhare bina yeh thread hoga soona
Agar tum chali gayee
toh catch aur Shivani
Bajaa denge mera baaja

wink2.gif

Posted by: priya Mar 7 2006, 05:57 PM

Waise ZZZZ modern poetry has no rhyme. Tu kyun Rom ke zamane ki baat lekar baith gayi??? mad.gif

Poetry is a special art
I'm afraid I do not fit the part
A spammer I am to the core
Nothing less, nothing more
Best I quit this rhyming zone
And leave U all to drone
Is Catch the best in town
Or will Mandrake get the crown
Shivani parades as a dancer
But maybe she is the answer!!!

Sheesh!!!!! doh.gif

Posted by: shivani Mar 7 2006, 06:03 PM

lolol .. that is too good.

kiss.gif love.gif

chup chap idhar hi raho (waise chup rehna to aapke bas ki baat hai nahi )
and I did not mean you have to actually rhyme the sentences doh.gif
Just teased you baba

Posted by: priya Mar 7 2006, 06:06 PM

U have lifted a load off my head
A little more of this and I'd be dead!!!! rollf.gif

Posted by: Nimii Mar 7 2006, 06:14 PM

Sigh I have no place here
Oh I look at Zee and fear
Mandrake gives the royal ignore
I have no reason to create an uproar
With a heavy heart I leave
Hope this time what I say they believe..

N sobsob.gif

Posted by: shivani Mar 7 2006, 06:35 PM

QUOTE
With a heavy heart I leave
Hope this time what I say they believe..


Apne yahan ek kahawat hai nimuu..
o din dubba jadon ghodi chadaya kubba

(that day is never to be seen when a hunchback can ride)

and why are you scared of me?? youve said it fr fifth time today sad1.gif
what did i do?

Posted by: priya Mar 7 2006, 07:15 PM

If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain'd angry2.gif



If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd,
And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet sweet
Fetter'd, in spite of pained loveliness;
Let us find out, if we must be constrain'd,
Sandals more interwoven and complete
To fit the naked foot of poesy;
Let us inspect the lyre, and weigh the stress
Of every chord, and see what may be gain'd
By ear industrious, and attention meet:
Misers of sound and syllable, no less
Than Midas of his coinage, let us be
Jealous of dead leaves in the bay wreath crown;
So, if we may not let the Muse be free,
She will be bound with garlands of her own.

Keats.


Posted by: Nimii Mar 7 2006, 09:58 PM

Darrna hai kisise mujhe
Aur chunaa hai maine tujhe
Shivani tu mere liye sab se pyaari
Ghabraati hoon kahi tu na rahe hamari tongue1.gif

5th time and that today?? Kahan re ??????? confused.gif


Posted by: catch22 Mar 8 2006, 01:37 AM

QUOTE
Poetry is a special art
I'm afraid I do not fit the part
A spammer I am to the core
Nothing less, nothing more
Best I quit this rhyming zone
And leave U all to drone
Is Catch the best in town
Or will Mandrake get the crown
Shivani parades as a dancer
But maybe she is the answer!!!


That's a good one, you have the gift for poetic limericks.

Posted by: catch22 Mar 8 2006, 01:57 AM

"Heart To Heart"

Love is a LANGUAGE, where mere WORDS have no part.
It is an ENERGY, FLOWING, from HEART, to HEART.
It is a FEELING within us, with a STRENGTH all it's OWN.
When we try to EXPRESS love, it takes FORM as a POEM.
The power of LOVE, is the SPIRIT WITHIN.
It is a POSITIVE energy, with no KNOWLEDGE, of SIN.
We are CONNECTED TOGETHER, YOU and I, HEART to HEART,
where no POWER on EARTH, not even DEATH,...makes us PART.


Pauline DiBenedetto

The following song rhymed good. Though the content is not in tune with my beliefs, all you folks may like it.

"I Am"

I AM what I AM. I am not what you SEE.
What appears now before you, is NOT my IDENTITY.
I have no AGE. I am AGE-LESS, you see;
For, "I" ALWAYS was, and I ALWAYS will be.
I am of SPIRITUAL nature. Yes, I am a SPIRITUAL being.
I am of my CREATOR, and I SHINE through GOD'S BEAM.
My God is WITHIN me, and Spirit ALWAYS will be;
For "I" am of the BLESSED. Of the one who CREATED me.
I was created as a FLOWER, BLOOMING, day...by day.
I draw NEARER to my CREATOR, as my PETALS, wither away.
I will bloom AGAIN, I KNOW, when my petals are all GONE;
For, I am made of LOVE, and Love ALWAYS will LIVE on.


Pauline DiBenedetto

Posted by: catch22 Mar 8 2006, 01:52 PM


Love will find out the Way

OVER the mountains
And over the waves,
Under the fountains
And under the graves;
Under floods that are deepest,
Which Neptune obey,
Over rocks that are steepest,
Love will find out the way.

When there is no place
For the glow-worm to lie,
When there is no space
For receipt of a fly;
When the midge dares not venture
Lest herself fast she lay,
If Love come, he will enter
And will find out the way.

You may esteem him
A child for his might;
Or you may deem him
A coward for his flight;
But if she whom Love doth honour
Be conceal'd from the day--
Set a thousand guards upon her,
Love will find out the way.

Some think to lose him
By having him confined;
And some do suppose him,
Poor heart! to be blind;
But if ne'er so close ye wall him,
Do the best that ye may,
Blind Love, if so ye call him,
He will find out his way.

You may train the eagle
To stoop to your fist;
Or you may inveigle
The Phoenix of the east;
The lioness, you may move her
To give over her prey;
But you'll ne'er stop a lover--
He will find out the way.

If the earth it should part him,
He would gallop it o'er;
If the seas should o'erthwart him,
He would swim to the shore;
Should his Love become a swallow,
Through the air to stray,
Love will lend wings to follow,
And will find out the way.

There is no striving
To cross his intent;
There is no contriving
His plots to prevent;
But if once the message greet him
That his True Love doth stay,
If Death should come and meet him,
Love will find out the way!

Anonymous

Posted by: catch22 Mar 8 2006, 02:36 PM

Sighs

All night I muse, all day I cry,
Ay me!
Yet still I wish, though still deny,
Ay me!
I sigh, I mourn, and say that still
I only live my joys to kill,
Ay me !

I feed the pain that on me feeds,
Ay me!
My wound I stop not, though it bleeds,
Ay me!
Heart, be content, it must be so,
For springs were made to overflow,
Ay me!

Then sigh and weep, and mourn thy fill,
Ay me!
Seek no redress, but languish still,
Ay me!
Their griefs more willing they endure
That know when they are past recure,
Ay me!

Anonymous

Posted by: shivani Mar 8 2006, 03:31 PM

Moods of a Woman

An angel of truth and a dream of fiction,
A woman is a bundle of contradiction.
She's afraid of a wasp, will cream at a mouse,
But will tackle her boyfriend alone in the house.
She'll break open his head and then be his nurse,
But when he's well and can get out of bed,
She'll pick up the tea pot and aim for his head.
Beautiful and keenly sighted, yet blind and crafty and cruel,
Yet simple and kind.
She'll call him a king, then make him a clown,
Raise him on a pedestal, then knock him flat down.
She'll inspire him to deeds that ennoble a man,
or make him her lacked to carry her fan.
She'll run away from him and never come back,
But if he runs away, then she'll be on his tracks.
Sour as vinegar, sweet as a rose,
She'll love you one minute then turn up her nose.
She'll be stronger than brandy, milder than milk.
At times she'll be vengeful, merry, and sad,
She'll hate you like poison and love you like mad.
-Unknown

"Women" by Alice Walker

They wre women then
My mama's generation
Husky of voice-Stout of
Step
With fists as well as
Hands
How they battered down
Doors
And ironed
Starched white
Shirts
How they led
Armies
Headragged Generals
Across mined
Fields
Boody-trapped
Ditches
To discover books
Desks
A place for us
How they knew what we
Must Know
Without knowing a page
Of it
Themselves.


wooo... shekshy.. this one..

I Knew a Woman

I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,
When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;
Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one:
The shapes a bright container can contain!
Of her choice virtues only gods should speak,
Or English poets who grew up on Greek
(I'd have them sing in chorus, cheek to cheek.)

How well her wishes went! She stroked my chin,
She taught me Turn, and Counter-turn, and stand;
She taught me Touch, that undulant white skin:
I nibbled meekly from her proffered hand;
She was the sickle; I, poor I, the rake,
Coming behind her for her pretty sake
(But what prodigious mowing did we make.)


Love likes a gander, and adores a goose:
Her full lips pursed, the errant note to seize;
She played it quick, she played it light and loose;
My eyes, they dazzled at her flowing knees;
Her several parts could keep a pure repose,
Or one hip quiver with a mobile nose
(She moved in circles, and those circles moved.)


Let seed be grass, and grass turn into hay:
I'm martyr to a motion not my own;
What's freedom for? To know eternity.
I swear she cast a shadow white as stone.
But who would count eternity in days?
These old bones live to learn her wanton ways:
(I measure time by how a body sways.)

- Theodore Roethke


Posted by: dimps Mar 8 2006, 04:57 PM

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GR8 going Shiv, Mandrake (Suhas), Priya and Nimii

I have no place here at all amidst you POETS...

Let me just share...n b happy

I Loved You Once


I loved you once, nor can this heart be quiet;
For it would seem that love still lingers there;
But do not you be further troubled by it;
I would in no wise hurt you, oh, my dear.

I loved you without hope, a mute offender;
What jealous pangs, what shy despairs I knew!
A love as deep as this, as true, as tender,
God grant another may yet offer you.

by Alexander Pushkin

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First Love

I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet.
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.

My face turned pale, a deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked what could I ail
My life and all seemed turned to clay.

And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away.
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.

I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start.
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.

Are flowers the winter's choice
Is love's bed always snow
She seemed to hear my silent voice
Not love appeals to know.

I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling place
And can return no more.

by : John Clare


Posted by: Nimii Mar 8 2006, 05:00 PM

Dimpz never consider urself out of place dearie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! love.gif kiss.gif

Posted by: dimps Mar 8 2006, 05:09 PM

When We Two Parted

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow—
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me—
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well—
Long, long shall I rue thee,
To deeply to tell.

In secret we met—
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?—
With silence and tears.

George Gordon, Lord Byron

Posted by: dimps Mar 8 2006, 05:15 PM


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Thanks Nimzz u r such a CHWEETIEPIE...

At Last


At last, when all the summer shine
That warmed life's early hours is past,
Your loving fingers seek for mine
And hold them close—at last—at last!
Not oft the robin comes to build
Its nest upon the leafless bough
By autumn robbed, by winter chilled,—
But you, dear heart, you love me now.

Though there are shadows on my brow
And furrows on my cheek, in truth,—
The marks where Time's remorseless plough
Broke up the blooming sward of Youth,—
Though fled is every girlish grace
Might win or hold a lover's vow,
Despite my sad and faded face,
And darkened heart, you love me now!

I count no more my wasted tears;
They left no echo of their fall;
I mourn no more my lonesome years;
This blessed hour atones for all.
I fear not all that Time or Fate
May bring to burden heart or brow,—
Strong in the love that came so late,
Our souls shall keep it always now!

by : Elizabeth Akers Allen


Posted by: catch22 Mar 8 2006, 05:30 PM

Lovely collection Dimps. You seem to be a store-house of poetry

QUOTE
Moods of a Woman

An angel of truth and a dream of fiction,
A woman is a bundle of contradiction.
She's afraid of a wasp, will cream at a mouse,
But will tackle her boyfriend alone in the house.
She'll break open his head and then be his nurse,
But when he's well and can get out of bed,
She'll pick up the tea pot and aim for his head.
Beautiful and keenly sighted, yet blind and crafty and cruel,
Yet simple and kind.
She'll call him a king, then make him a clown,
Raise him on a pedestal, then knock him flat down.
She'll inspire him to deeds that ennoble a man,
or make him her lacked to carry her fan.
She'll run away from him and never come back,
But if he runs away, then she'll be on his tracks.
Sour as vinegar, sweet as a rose,
She'll love you one minute then turn up her nose.
She'll be stronger than brandy, milder than milk.
At times she'll be vengeful, merry, and sad,
She'll hate you like poison and love you like mad.
-Unknown


That's a poem of truth. Are they that bad, no, not that bad! They do have the silver streak in them. Or, do they?

Posted by: priya Mar 8 2006, 05:38 PM

And mah ZZZ is poetry in motion!!!!! tongue1.gif

How I loved teasing U. jump.gif

Posted by: catch22 Mar 8 2006, 06:06 PM

Priya, What happened to your signature. Where is queen of hearts. Now I see only a bear hug or lick to a wounded heart?


Posted by: shivani Mar 8 2006, 06:11 PM

QUOTE
That's a poem of truth. Are they that bad, no, not that bad! They do have the silver streak in them. Or, do they?

No they are worse than that!
Stay away!
If you spot one closeby run in other direction for life and dont look back sad1.gif

QUOTE
And mah ZZZ is poetry in motion!!!!!


sigh!
sweetest compliments I ever got
but now.. today.. i dont want to talk to u .. or anyone else cry.gif
am going away cry.gif
allllll because of you cry.gif

Posted by: priya Mar 8 2006, 06:15 PM

QUOTE(shivani @ Mar 8 2006, 06:11 PM) *


sigh!
sweetest compliments I ever got
but now.. today.. i dont want to talk to u .. or anyone else cry.gif
am going away cry.gif
allllll because of you cry.gif


Maine kya kiya? cry.gif Why U going away???? What my fault?

A moody creature is this Zeee
Will U spank her or shall it be me? look.gif

Posted by: priya Mar 8 2006, 06:16 PM

QUOTE(catch22 @ Mar 8 2006, 06:06 PM) *
Priya, What happened to your signature. Where is queen of hearts. Now I see only a bear hug or lick to a wounded heart?



Dil choor choor ho gaya na. cry.gif
Pehle someone called it a dog, then a wolf, now a bearhug!!!!! That is a cat curled on the heart!!! headbang.gif
Me wanted changed na. biggrin.gif

Posted by: unni Mar 8 2006, 06:26 PM


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Looks like a bunch of cats smirking after driving a pathetic dog/wolf up a huge heart!

Posted by: priya Mar 8 2006, 06:30 PM

The sad cat that appears to be a wolf to the world is my broken spirit.
The laughing cats are the facade. cry.gif

U have an illusive senseless signature!!! arrogant.gif

Posted by: unni Mar 8 2006, 06:38 PM

QUOTE(priya @ Mar 8 2006, 08:00 AM) *
The sad cat that appears to be a wolf to the world is my broken spirit.
The laughing cats are the facade. cry.gif

U have an illusive senseless signature!!! arrogant.gif


Apparently, this poetry thread is really getting to you! jump.gif

Posted by: priya Mar 8 2006, 06:44 PM

Yeah, next I will be writing "Ode to a Monkey" doh.gif

Posted by: unni Mar 8 2006, 06:49 PM

QUOTE(priya @ Mar 8 2006, 08:14 AM) *
Yeah, next I will be writing "Ode to a Monkey" doh.gif

ODE TO THE MONKEY ON MY WALL
by Julie M.

A summer day at the Washington Zoo
a white-bearded creature was staring at me
with his big brown eyes
and yellow stained teeth.
I traveled down
the elephant-boned path.
The gift shop rose over
the camel-hump hill
dressed all in white
with its very own red-orange cap.
My monkey was on the wall of
the
people house.
I paid my zoo dollars
and sped through the tunnel
until I reached my home.
I pinned my new friend next to all the others.
This was
without a doubt
the best.
My very own
flattened,
bearded,
brown-eyed,
yellow-toothed,
smile-inducer.
I answer his request
and feel the pride of
the monkey on my wall.

Posted by: priya Mar 8 2006, 07:48 PM

The mad monkey of the forum
Twiddle dee dee twiddle dee dum
He appears a king to some
They really must be dumb
He likes to pick a fight
And give the cats a bite
His tongue is made of fire
So don't invoke his ire
He's a treasure-house of music
So that's what makes him tick
He doles out songs in plenty
Sometimes ten or twenty
He's generous to the core
And is certainly not a bore
Don't see him and run
For he's a bundle of fun
The mad monkey of the forum
Ho hum ho hum ho hum!!!!!

Posted by: Nimii Mar 8 2006, 07:54 PM

Priyz the poet !!!!!!!!!!!!!! rollf.gif laugh.gif clap1.gif clap2.gif

hehehehehehe

Posted by: priya Mar 8 2006, 08:03 PM

I expect a kilo of bananas to be delivered at my door. For taking the pains over this paean. laugh.gif

Posted by: Nimii Mar 8 2006, 08:05 PM

Priyz kilo se mat maang wink2.gif Plantations ke hisaab se maang!! That is better na biggrin.gif

Posted by: priya Mar 8 2006, 08:26 PM

Aur khayega kaun. Phir to mungee ko bulana padega khane pe!!!! doh.gif rollf.gif

Posted by: Nimii Mar 8 2006, 08:29 PM

Poora vaanar sena will arrive biggrin.gif

Posted by: unni Mar 8 2006, 08:30 PM

QUOTE(priya @ Mar 8 2006, 09:18 AM) *
The mad monkey of the forum
Twiddle dee dee twiddle dee dum
He appears a king to some
They really must be dumb
He likes to pick a fight
And give the cats a bite
His tongue is made of fire
So don't invoke his ire
He's a treasure-house of music
So that's what makes him tick
He doles out songs in plenty
Sometimes ten or twenty
He's generous to the core
And is certainly not a bore
Don't see him and run
For he's a bundle of fun
The mad monkey of the forum
Ho hum ho hum ho hum!!!!!


We inspirational, wunly, na? sunglasses2.gif

Posted by: priya Mar 8 2006, 08:54 PM

U call this inspiration
I call it perspiration
Writing on a monkey
I must be a silly donkey doh.gif

Posted by: catch22 Mar 9 2006, 01:14 AM

QUOTE
The mad monkey of the forum
Twiddle dee dee twiddle dee dum
He appears a king to some
They really must be dumb
He likes to pick a fight
And give the cats a bite
His tongue is made of fire
So don't invoke his ire
He's a treasure-house of music
So that's what makes him tick
He doles out songs in plenty
Sometimes ten or twenty
He's generous to the core
And is certainly not a bore
Don't see him and run
For he's a bundle of fun
The mad monkey of the forum
Ho hum ho hum ho hum!!!!!


You do have the gift & the sense of humour. I enjoyed it thoroughly

Posted by: priya Mar 9 2006, 01:18 AM

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Posted by: dimps Mar 9 2006, 12:35 PM

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one for today...(or shud i say tonight..)


S T A R S

Ah! why, because the dazzling sun
Restored our earth to joy
Have you departed, every one,
And left a desert sky?

All through the night, your glorious eyes
Were gazing down in mine,
And with a full heart's thankful sighs
I blessed that watch divine!

I was at peace, and drank your beams
As they were life to me
And revelled in my changeful dreams
Like petrel on the sea.

Thought followed thought—star followed star
Through boundless regions on,
While one sweet influence, near and far,
Thrilled through and proved us one.

Why did the morning dawn to break
So great, so pure a spell,
And scorch with fire the tranquil cheek
Where your cool radiance fell?

Blood-red he rose, and arrow-straight
His fierce beams struck my brow:
The soul of Nature sprang elate,
But mine sank sad and low!

My lids closed down—yet through their veil
I saw him blazing still;
And steep in gold the misty dale
And flash upon the hill.

I turned me to the pillow then
To call back Night, and see
Your worlds of solemn light, again
Throb with my heart and me!

It would not do—the pillow glowed
And glowed both roof and floor,
And birds sang loudly in the wood,
And fresh winds shook the door.

The curtains waved, the wakened flies
Were murmuring round my room,
Imprisoned there, till I should rise
And give them leave to roam.

O Stars and Dreams and Gentle Night;
O Night and Stars return!
And hide me from the hostile light
That does not warm, but burn—

That drains the blood of suffering men;
Drinks tears, instead of dew:
Let me sleep through his blinding reign,
And only wake with you!

by Emily Brontë

Posted by: priya Mar 9 2006, 01:13 PM

A MEMORY OF YOUTH

THE moments passed as at a play;
I had the wisdom love brings forth;
I had my share of mother-wit,
And yet for all that I could say,
And though I had her praise for it,
A cloud blown from the cut-throat North
Suddenly hid Love's moon away.

Believing every word I said,
I praised her body and her mind
Till pride had made her eyes grow bright,
And pleasure made her cheeks grow red,
And vanity her footfall light,
Yet we, for all that praise, could find
Nothing but darkness overhead.

We sat as silent as a stone,
We knew, though she'd not said a word,
That even the best of love must die,
And had been savagely undone
Were it not that Love upon the cry
Of a most ridiculous little bird
Tore from the clouds his marvellous moon.

William Butler Yeats.

Posted by: priya Mar 9 2006, 01:20 PM

Do not go gentle into that good night
Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Posted by: gin_ger_ale Mar 9 2006, 02:03 PM

The Glove and The Lions


King Francis was a hearty king, and loved a royal sport,
And one day as his lions fought, sat looking on the court;
The nobles filled the benches, and the ladies in their pride,
And 'mongst them sat the Count de Lorge, with one for whom he sighed:
And truly 'twas a gallant thing to see that crowning show,
Valour and love, and a king above, and the royal beasts below.

Ramped and roared the lions, with horrid laughing jaws;
They bit, they glared, gave blows like beams, a wind went with their paws;
With wallowing might and stifled roar they rolled on one another;
Till all the pit with sand and mane was in a thunderous smother;
The ****** foam above the bars came whisking through the air;
Said Francis then, "Faith, gentlemen, we're better here than there."

De Lorge's love o'erheard the King, a beauteous lively dame
With smiling lips and sharp bright eyes, which always seemed the same;
She thought, the Count my lover is brave as brave can be;
He surely would do wondrous things to show his love of me;
King, ladies, lovers, all look on; the occasion is divine;
I'll drop my glove, to prove his love; great glory will be mine.

She dropped her glove, to prove his love, then looked at him and smiled;
He bowed, and in a moment leaped among the lions wild:
The leap was quick, return was quick, he has regained his place,
Then threw the glove, but not with love, right in the lady's face.
"By God!" said Francis, "rightly done!" and he rose from where he sat:
"No love," quoth he, "but vanity, sets love a task like that."

James Henry Leigh Hunt




Posted by: priya Mar 9 2006, 02:34 PM

We studied this in school!!!! Also remember simply loving Lochinvar and The Highwayman.

Posted by: priya Mar 9 2006, 07:28 PM

Cinderella


You draped me in an illusion

Gently, lovingly

Set each fold with care

I resisted, pushed away a pleat

You smiled, gentle as ever

And put it in place once more

I shook it off with violence now

The drape fell

Your loved abstractions faded away

The concrete frightened you

The concrete you could not love

You moved away.



Men never outgrow fairy tales

Each carries his little silver shoe

And searches for a fit

And where it does not fit

To make it fit.


Posted by: dimps Mar 10 2006, 11:46 AM

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For SHIV and CATCH
one of EDs verse


HAVE you got a brook in your little heart,
Where bashful flowers blow,
And blushing birds go down to drink,
And shadows tremble so?

And nobody, knows, so still it flows,
That any brook is there;
And yet your little draught of life
Is daily drunken there.

Then look out for the little brook in March,
When the rivers overflow,
And the snows come hurrying from the hills,
And the bridges often go.

And later, in August it may be,
When the meadows parching lie,
Beware, lest this little brook of life
Some burning noon go dry!






Posted by: catch22 Mar 10 2006, 05:44 PM

Nice one Dimps.

To-morrow you will live, you always cry;
In what fair country does this morrow lie,
That 'tis so mighty long ere it arrive?
Beyond the Indies does this morrow live?
'Tis so far-fetched, this morrow, that I fear
'Twill be both very old and very dear.
"To-morrow I will live," the fool does say:
To-day itself's too late;--the wise lived yesterday.


http://www.worldofquotes.com/author/Marcus-Valerius-Martial/1/index.html


"You can shed tears that she is gone,
or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back,
or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her,
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her only that she is gone,
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back.
Or you can do what she'd want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on."

Unknown



Posted by: catch22 Mar 10 2006, 06:04 PM

I’m different a bit from
Most that I know
Because I live for today
Not tomorrow

If someone were to ask
I’d tell them I'm scared
but I don’t let the
unknown become my
whole existence

Today is my friend
And I treat it as such
I’ve got nothing if I
Can’t love and can’t touch

What are heavy?
Sea sand and sorrow.
What are brief?
Today and tomorrow.
What are frail?
Spring blossoms and youth.
What are deep?
The ocean and truth.


Posted by: catch22 Mar 10 2006, 08:45 PM

Soft the words that come from you to let me know you care,
Instantly flood my being with the love we dearly share.
Spirits kindred we've become, no force on earth can break
The tender bond that our two hearts as one can only make.
Everything you look forward to and even things you fear,
Remember ever how I feel and that I am always here.

People look at her and think she doesn't walk
But she does, she walks daily in majestic grace
One look and most would think she can not even talk
But she does, just look deeper into that face
Where pain and sorrow and physical bonds for her cannot belong
She'll dance and sing praises throughout the whole daylong
She'll skip down those streets of gold that smile upon her face
To claim the mansion prepared for her in that most beautiful place
So don't limit her that she can't walk or utter language sounds
Just know that she's a Child & her love has no bounds

Anonymous

Posted by: dimps Mar 11 2006, 12:26 PM

QUOTE(catch22 @ Mar 10 2006, 06:04 PM) *


Because I live for today
Not tomorrow



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Catch, did you write this... I especially loved the above lines...

One from me to you..

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Ode on Solitude

How happy he, who free from care
The rage of courts, and noise of towns;
Contented breathes his native air,
In his own grounds.

Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire,
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.

Blest! who can unconcern'dly find
Hours, days, and years slide swift away,
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day,

Sound sleep by night; study and ease
Together mix'd; sweet recreation,
And innocence, which most does please,
With meditation.

Thus let me live, unheard, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.


by : Alexander Pope

Posted by: catch22 Mar 11 2006, 01:20 PM

Wow, that's a beautiful piece Dimps. Excellent. Every single word & sentence have been nicely put together & are so meaningful.


Posted by: catch22 Mar 11 2006, 01:43 PM

But our Great Turks in wit must reign alone
And ill can bear a Brother on the Throne.



Wit is like faith by such warm Fools profest
Who to be saved by one, must damn the rest.


Some who grow dull religious strait commence
And gain in morals what they lose in sence.


Wits starve as useless to a Common weal
While Fools have places purely for their Zeal.


Now wits gain praise by copying other wits
As one Hog lives on what another shits.


Wou'd you your writings to some Palates fit
Purged all you verses from the sin of wit
For authors now are so conceited grown
They praise no works but what are like their own.

Alexander Pope

Posted by: catch22 Mar 11 2006, 06:31 PM

At Random
by Anonymous

It was at random that we met,
A chance that not many get.
When I heard the "Uh Oh",
How was I to know!
That you would turn out to be my special friend,
Someone who could be there,
Until the end.

No matter how I feel or what I do,
I know, in my heart,
That I can count on you.

I've never seen you,
Heard you, or touched you.
Those kind of chances are very few.

To meet someone from far away,
Never knowing if they're here to stay,
Not knowing if what they say is true,
Of what they're doing and telling you.

So far away, but yet so near,
The "not knowing" is the fear.
Is it truth, or is it lies?
Will a heart grow, or will it die?
Either way, the bonds of Friendship's strings are tied.

One's needs are met,
Some with regret.
Some with hope,
Some with pain.
But still, the answer is plain.

If we hadn't met,
On that very day,
Things would be different
In every way.

The emptiness may be filled,
A life may start to rebuild.
A heart may be broken,
Or made to mend;
All because of that
"Random Friend".

Posted by: priya Mar 11 2006, 11:41 PM

Wow, nice one Catch.

Posted by: shivani Mar 12 2006, 06:11 PM

Catch , Lalitha and Priya, lovely poems : ).

Ginger.. am still awaiting the stories you wrote. Please share them child.

If I make the lashes dark
And the eyes more bright
And the lips more scarlet,
Or ask if all be right
From mirror after mirror,
No vanity's displayed:
I'm looking for the face I had
Before the world was made.

What if I look upon a man
As though on my beloved,
And my blood be cold the while
And my heart unmoved?
Why should he think me cruel
Or that he is betrayed?
I'd have him love the thing that was
Before the world was made.

-W B Yeats

The fascination of what's difficult
Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent
Spontaneous joy and natural content
Out of my heart. There's something ails our colt
That must, as if it had not holy blood
Nor on Olympus leaped from cloud to cloud,
Shiver under the lash, strain, sweat and jolt
As though it dragged road-metal. My curse on plays
That have to be set up in fifty ways,
On the day's war with every knave and dolt,
Theatre business, management of men.
I swear before the dawn comes round again
I'll find the stable and pull out the bolt.

-W B Yeats

Posted by: catch22 Mar 13 2006, 02:30 AM

In my life, she brought sunshine
A petite sweet lady, who to me,
is so ever thoughtful and kind
At first glance, I knew she has a
beautiful heart
This lovely lady, I could foretell,
would make a sincere friend
right from the start

The inner beauty in
her is such a delight
Like a light so bright
of a moon lit night

A person who is so giving
A lady who has a zest for living
One who is bubbly and good-natured
One who deserves, in a poem,to be featured

Anonymous

Posted by: dimps Mar 13 2006, 11:05 AM

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For Shiv, Catch and Priya


The Road Not Taken


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.


by : Robert Frost

Posted by: priya Mar 13 2006, 12:02 PM

Either way, it will be a sigh, hai na Dimps. Is there anyone who never wonders--what if or what if not? sad1.gif

Waise the road less travelled by is not a pleasant one. The millions trotting on the well-worn parallel road point fingers at one as a freak!!! mad.gif

May I ask, aapke paas itna bada poetry ka khazana hai. Aapko kahan se milte hain? Aap khud likhti hain?

Posted by: catch22 Mar 13 2006, 12:40 PM

QUOTE
Cigarette


He holds me to his lips

Watches me glow

Intoxicated

He cannot wait

He takes a deep breath

Draws me in—my soul

Shuts his eyes and dreams

In delirious pleasure

I am his world

He needs me

All of me.



His eyes open

He blows out my life in smoke

He slowly taps away

The ashes of my dreams.

I lie with those gone before

A broken heap of grey.




Just one little doubt, Priya. Are you the cigarette? Who is the smoker?

Posted by: priya Mar 13 2006, 01:30 PM

Ah!!! Wouldn't U like to know? wink2.gif

I remember when I showed this to a classmate during my MPhil, he said, "so U mean women are injurious to health." laugh.gif

True, the image suggests that, but the poem is really abt just how worthless a woman may be to the man who proposes to love her. cry.gif

Posted by: catch22 Mar 13 2006, 02:21 PM

You are right. It is all about the trials & tribulations that a woman undergoes in a man's world. Extending this anology a little further, could one assume that ultimately the smoker too gets destroyed in the process. He blows himself away too.

Posted by: priya Mar 13 2006, 04:36 PM

I guess so Catch. He lives life to the fullest but never touches its core.

Dukhaye dil jo kisi ka woh aadmi kya hai
Kisi ke kaam na aaye to zindagi kya hai...

I think the poem like so many of mine is about giving Urself completely, so much so that when it all falls apart U have to recover Urself from scratch. Whereas for the user the relationship is all utilitarian and maybe parasitic even.

Posted by: shivani Mar 13 2006, 04:42 PM

QUOTE
He lives life to the fullest but never touches its core.


What exactly makes you say so ?

QUOTE
Waise the road less travelled by is not a pleasant one. The millions trotting on the well-worn parallel road point fingers at one as a freak!!!

People have been given fingers so they can point them. What does one care about what anyone else says. and Why ?

QUOTE
I think the poem like so many of mine is about giving Urself completely, so much so that when it all falls apart U have to recover Urself from scratch. Whereas for the user the relationship is all utilitarian and maybe parasitic even.


Again.. it is slightly difficult for me to understand.. so please help me Women have seen for ages that men can not get involved as deeply as them, and in many a cases, love is just a game for them. What makes them then to give themselves completely? Why are they unable to see a simple fact that men wouold treat them in a similar manner they treat themselves.
If Women are not able to respect and love their own self and proclaim to be a mere subject who can be sacrificed at mere whim of the man.. and then is treated so.. why does she complain?


PS : I am just trying to understand please do not think I am questioning anything you said.

Posted by: dimps Mar 13 2006, 04:48 PM

QUOTE(priya @ Mar 13 2006, 12:02 PM) *

Either way, it will be a sigh, hai na Dimps. Is there anyone who never wonders--what if or what if not? sad1.gif

Waise the road less travelled by is not a pleasant one. The millions trotting on the well-worn parallel road point fingers at one as a freak!!! mad.gif

May I ask, aapke paas itna bada poetry ka khazana hai. Aapko kahan se milte hain? Aap khud likhti hain?


Very true Priya...I AM VERY OFTEN
considered A FREAK.... laugh.gif
more on this at an approriate place and time...
and NO..I do not have the talent to
write verses of my own - I only read and
absorb ?

I love wub.gif poetry - both in English and my mother
tongue TAMIL - have kept so many diaries and books
to them - which has been travelling with me to
all the houses that I have changed so far, from city
to city...

Priya.. a sort of reply to your last post...

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Tears, Idle Tears

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.

Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.

Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.

Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!

by Lord Tennyson

Posted by: priya Mar 13 2006, 04:53 PM

QUOTE(shivani @ Mar 13 2006, 04:42 PM) *
He lives life to the fullest but never touches its core.

What exactly makes you say so ?


I can understand making Ur bed and not being able to sleep on it as it is lumpy or has bed bugs, so making it again and again till U are comfortable and find rest. I can also understand never finding that true love that we all seek and hence always searching. But if someone else's true and devoted love given to U, is just a game, just amusement, if U can hurt people and not care, if Ur abandoned laughter is worth more than someone's deepest pain, U cannot begin to understand life, I feel. I would not call a human being as portrayed in this poem a human being.


QUOTE

People have been given fingers so they can point them. What does one care about what anyone else says. and Why ?

PS : I am just trying to understand please do not think I am questioning anything you said.


Shivani, when one is alone one cares. If U go back to a home where there is someone to wipe Ur tears or laugh with U at the end of the day, U can snap Ur fingers at the world. But if U live alone surrounded by peole who do not understand U and show their scorn it hurts. I particularly hate the low creatures on the road who think it is their right to pass comments on any woman on the road. And I do not understand why people are so curious about others' lives. U do not care if the person is alive or dead, yet U must know the intimate details of their life? I will never understand that.

Posted by: priya Mar 13 2006, 05:01 PM

QUOTE(dimps @ Mar 13 2006, 04:48 PM) *


Very true Priya...I AM VERY OFTEN
considered A FREAK.... laugh.gif
more on this at an approriate place and time...
and NO..I do not have the talent to
write verses of my own - I only read and
absorb ?

I love wub.gif poetry - both in English and my mother
tongue TAMIL - have kept so many diaries and books
to them - which has been travelling with me to
all the houses that I have changed so far, from city
to city...


I love poetry too, but never seek it like I seek out novels to read and enjoy. But when something comes to notice, like this thread, I read avidly.
Tamil is my mother tongue too but I do not know a word. sad1.gif The Indian language I know best is Hindi but cannot understand poetry too well.
I don't have the patience to write down the lines I like in diaries!!!! ohmy.gif
Ur quite a remarkable person!!!!

QUOTE
Priya.. a sort of reply to your last post...

cry.gif

Tears, Idle Tears

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.

Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.

Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.

Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!

by Lord Tennyson


WOW!!!! U have a poem for every thought and every occasion!!! bow.gif
That last line is awesome. clap1.gif

Posted by: priya Mar 13 2006, 05:12 PM

Feminist Spite



We’re gay deceivers

He and I

We both seem taller

Than we are

He has his ego

Six feet tall

I have my little

High-heeled shoe.

afraid.gif



Posted by: shivani Mar 13 2006, 05:15 PM

QUOTE
I can understand making Ur bed and not being able to sleep on it as it is lumpy or has bed bugs, so making it again and again till U are comfortable and find rest. I can also understand never finding that true love that we all seek and hence always searching. But if someone else's true and devoted love given to U, is just a game, just amusement, if U can hurt people and not care, if Ur abandoned laughter is worth more than someone's deepest pain, U cannot begin to understand life, I feel. I would not call a human being as portrayed in this poem a human being.


Well If I may ask, was the motive/nature/intent of such a person known beforehand ?
The person who devoted herself, was se aware of the said person's intent ?If yes, did she do it in expectation that other person would reciprocate in a similar manner? And somehow the love and devotion would change the other person? Or did she come to know at a later stage when there was no way out ? IS she tryign to fulfil one of her need, to love someone completely and act as a devotee .. or is it asked and she is made to behave in such a manner?
And why should one expect someone else to be interested in one's pain? Human beings are different, and mostly care about their own welfare. IF one sees that other person is not able to reciprocate in similar manner, why keep hurting yourself ?

PS :I might sound heartless to you Priya, but am just trying to look at it clinically.. as everythign else. Please let me know if you think it is offending in any manner and I would step back : ).


Posted by: priya Mar 13 2006, 05:28 PM

This is why I said I am a freak. I just don't think that way. I hardly find anything motivating in living life for myself. True, I want to be happy, but not by walking over someone else or using someone.

This is the way I look at love and life.
Enter a relationship only if U love the person.
Enter a friendship only if U genuinely like the person.
Of course we want the best for ourselves but not that we use others for that end.
Live and let live.

My dear gal, U mean when people fall in love, they analyse all this in advance. U just rush ahead on a wave of emotion, if U are lucky, the wave is light and buoyant and U float, if Ur unlucky U are dashed against the rocks.

And loving deeply does not mean being a devotee!!! ohmy.gif

BTW ZZZ clinical in my book is inhuman. look.gif
No Ur not offensive but why do U love playing the heartless creep? mad.gif When U are such a darling actually. Woman in Black!!!!! fight.gif

Posted by: shivani Mar 13 2006, 05:46 PM

QUOTE
This is why I said I am a freak. I just don't think that way. I hardly find anything motivating in living life for myself. True, I want to be happy, but not by walking over someone else or using someone


Well, stop calling yourself a freak. Most of the women on earth seem to think that they dont live for themselves. That their lie is to serve someone else, dote around and love. I see it as a deep need to be useful which springs out from the insecurity. They must be able to offer themselves fully, and create a sort of dependence so that other person tkaes care of themselves. I think our society is responsible for cultivating such feelings.
Everyone uses others Priya, in one way or other. And they use others for their pleasure only. IF one makes someone else's life comfortable.. it is because inturn it makes them feel happy.
I understand that hurting others for pleasure is not fair and caring for them is considered good. But I completely disagree that we live for anyone but ourselves.

QUOTE
This is the way I look at love and life.
Enter a relationship only if U love the person.
Enter a friendship only if U genuinely like the person.
Of course we want the best for ourselves but not that we use others for that end.
Live and let live.


You say Enter a relationship only if you love the person. And I understand this love is not "love at first sight" but rather one that develops by togetherness and mutual adoration. For that one does know what kind of person the other fellow is. In that case, one has some idea of what lies ahead, but if they wish to ignore it, and complain later.. I do not find it fair.
Also possible that such traits were never evident before, because of the limited interaction or the other person hid it on purpose. So When one becomes aware , then the onus is with them to take the next step and act in a manner most suitable to themselves. IF they love him/her a lot and are ready to overlook.. fair enough.. else muster up the strength to break free. If you have strength to go through undesirable behaviour.. you can do the other as well.

QUOTE
My dear gal, U mean when people fall in love, they analyse all this in advance. U just rush ahead on a wave of emotion, if U are lucky, the wave is light and buoyant and U float, if Ur unlucky U are dashed against the rocks.

Maybe I am a freak.
sigh.gif
Emotions are fine.. and I can understand them. But somehow I cannot help being analytical. Maybe am too cautious and can never know the kind of love you do.
And btw, I cannot for most part attribute what happens to me to luck. It is my actions I believe in, they keep me busy today and define my future.

QUOTE
And loving deeply does not mean being a devotee!!!


The kind of love you talk .. giving oneslef completely .. seems devotion to me.

QUOTE
BTW ZZZ clinical in my book is inhuman.

: ) That is the only sane way I know.

Posted by: shivani Mar 13 2006, 05:48 PM

Catch

Am prepared to be kicked out biggrin.gif .

Posted by: priya Mar 13 2006, 05:57 PM

QUOTE(shivani @ Mar 13 2006, 05:46 PM) *
QUOTE
This is why I said I am a freak. I just don't think that way. I hardly find anything motivating in living life for myself. True, I want to be happy, but not by walking over someone else or using someone


Well, stop calling yourself a freak. Most of the women on earth seem to think that they dont live for themselves. That their lie is to serve someone else, dote around and love. I see it as a deep need to be useful which springs out from the insecurity. They must be able to offer themselves fully, and create a sort of dependence so that other person tkaes care of themselves. I think our society is responsible for cultivating such feelings.
Everyone uses others Priya, in one way or other. And they use others for their pleasure only. IF one makes someone else's life comfortable.. it is because inturn it makes them feel happy.
I understand that hurting others for pleasure is not fair and caring for them is considered good. But I completely disagree that we live for anyone but ourselves.

QUOTE
This is the way I look at love and life.
Enter a relationship only if U love the person.
Enter a friendship only if U genuinely like the person.
Of course we want the best for ourselves but not that we use others for that end.
Live and let live.


You say Enter a relationship only if you love the person. And I understand this love is not "love at first sight" but rather one that develops by togetherness and mutual adoration. For that one does know what kind of person the other fellow is. In that case, one has some idea of what lies ahead, but if they wish to ignore it, and complain later.. I do not find it fair.
Also possible that such traits were never evident before, because of the limited interaction or the other person hid it on purpose. So When one becomes aware , then the onus is with them to take the next step and act in a manner most suitable to themselves. IF they love him/her a lot and are ready to overlook.. fair enough.. else muster up the strength to break free. If you have strength to go through undesirable behaviour.. you can do the other as well.

QUOTE
My dear gal, U mean when people fall in love, they analyse all this in advance. U just rush ahead on a wave of emotion, if U are lucky, the wave is light and buoyant and U float, if Ur unlucky U are dashed against the rocks.

Maybe I am a freak.
sigh.gif
Emotions are fine.. and I can understand them. But somehow I cannot help being analytical. Maybe am too cautious and can never know the kind of love you do.
And btw, I cannot for most part attribute what happens to me to luck. It is my actions I believe in, they keep me busy today and define my future.

QUOTE
And loving deeply does not mean being a devotee!!!


The kind of love you talk .. giving oneslef completely .. seems devotion to me.

QUOTE
BTW ZZZ clinical in my book is inhuman.

: ) That is the only sane way I know.


I am not good at defining, analysing or defending my ppoint of view.. Can only say what I feel. sad1.gif

Posted by: shivani Mar 13 2006, 06:01 PM

QUOTE
I am not good at defining, analysing or defending my ppoint of view.. Can only say what I feel. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/sad1.gif)


Let us take it to our pms and try to understand each other..
I am not able to feel and you are not able to think biggrin.gif
khoob jamegee jab mil baithenge 3 yaar rotate1.gif

Posted by: priya Mar 13 2006, 06:06 PM

Who said I cannot think? fight.gif

Aur teesra yaar kaun hai? ohmy.gif

BTW when I talk abt love making one do thinks I can give an eg.
Say I have to fill an application form and stand in a long queue and then run to an office and get photocopies and all that kinda dreary dull maddening stuff. If it is for someone I care abt it is a breeze and I feel motivated. If it is for me, i postpone till the deadline and hate it all. That kinda stuff.

Posted by: shivani Mar 13 2006, 06:23 PM

QUOTE
Aur teesra yaar kaun hai?


: ) Main aap aur confusion .. aur kaun.

And I do understand when You say that love makes the world go around.
But again, because you love the other person, doing stuff for them makes you feel good. it makes YOU feel good, other person might not attach so much importance to it. It might be fine with them if you would do it on last date, or just tell them you cannot. They might find another way. So it is your own happinessnot anyone else's.

Another.. you do not like it doing for yourself as you do not love yourself Why do you not love yourself? Because you have hazaar issues and shortcomings. You find it in your heart to accept and love the other person, who might be worse by your standards, but not your own self?
Double standards ? Your ego working there? You cant make mistakes?
why?? why cant you love yourself as you are.. and then maybe work to get better or wherever you wish to be?
What stops us from that???

Posted by: catch22 Mar 13 2006, 06:27 PM


Ready For Love
Anonymous

Take my hand and lead the way;
tell me all you want to say.
Whisper softly in my ear,
all those things I want to hear.
Pull me close and hold me near;
take away my pain and fear.
In the darkness of the night,
be my beacon, shine your light.
In the brightness of the sun,
show me that you are the one.
Give me wings so I can fly;
for I can soar when you're nearby.
Enter my heart, break down the wall,
it's time for me to watch it fall.
I've been a prisoner, can't you see?
Break my chains and set me free.
Release my soul held deep within . . .
I'm ready now, let love begin.

Posted by: shivani Mar 13 2006, 06:33 PM

Good one Catch : )

PS: sigh!

I am outnumbered here.. amongst all these lovers.. should keep away I guess.


Posted by: priya Mar 13 2006, 06:50 PM

QUOTE(shivani @ Mar 13 2006, 06:23 PM) *
QUOTE
Aur teesra yaar kaun hai?


: ) Main aap aur confusion .. aur kaun.

And I do understand when You say that love makes the world go around.
But again, because you love the other person, doing stuff for them makes you feel good. it makes YOU feel good, other person might not attach so much importance to it. It might be fine with them if you would do it on last date, or just tell them you cannot. They might find another way. So it is your own happinessnot anyone else's.

Another.. you do not like it doing for yourself as you do not love yourself Why do you not love yourself? Because you have hazaar issues and shortcomings. You find it in your heart to accept and love the other person, who might be worse by your standards, but not your own self?
Double standards ? Your ego working there? You cant make mistakes?
why?? why cant you love yourself as you are.. and then maybe work to get better or wherever you wish to be?
What stops us from that???


Ego? No. But yes I do not inspire myself. Can U look at the mirror and feel Ur heart melt the way U do when U look at someone U love? blink.gif
But yes, I do come down very heavily on myself if I make mistakes, to such an extent that I have now given up on myself. sad1.gif

BTW has someone told U, U have a twisted way of thinking? biggrin.gif

Posted by: shivani Mar 13 2006, 07:03 PM

QUOTE
Ego? No. But yes I do not inspire myself. Can U look at the mirror and feel Ur heart melt the way U do when U look at someone U love? (IMG:style_emoticons/default/blink.gif)
But yes, I do come down very heavily on myself if I make mistakes, to such an extent that I have now given up on myself. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/sad1.gif)


I have not felt that myself but yes know a few who do biggrin.gif . They can keep looking at themselves for hours . And why do you have such high standards for yourself ? Why do you think you have to prove it to yourself that you cannot fall? Are you on your side or someone else's ? And if you yourslef cannot like you, and advertise it to the ones who love you.. eventually they will start believing you. They have to right.

You expect yourself to be perfect.. (and a mighty perfect at that). If that is not ego.. what else is it? Somewhere inside you have to feel that you can achieve perfection.. that is why you set those standards .. right.

You do not even wish to take a look at the goals you set yourself, if they can be realized or not.. and start putting yourself down ?? why??

QUOTE
BTW has someone told U, U have a twisted way of thinking? (IMG:style_emoticons/default/biggrin.gif)


They might have.. I might not have registered it biggrin.gif . IF they do not like me or my way of thinking.. they are free to look other way, I would never impose myself on anyone : ).

Posted by: priya Mar 13 2006, 07:09 PM

I don't set myself high goals. I just want to be happy. cry.gif

Posted by: priya Mar 13 2006, 08:24 PM

Break, Break, Break

Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.

O, well for the fisherman's boy,
That he shouts with his sister at play!
O, well for the sailor lad,
That he sings in his boat on the bay!

And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!

Break, break, break
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.



Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Posted by: priya Mar 13 2006, 08:26 PM

Love this one. Studied it in baby class. biggrin.gif

The Brook


I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.

By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorpes, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.

Till last by Philip's farm I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.

I chatter over stony ways,
In little sharps and trebles,
I bubble into eddying bays,
I babble on the pebbles.

With many a curve my banks I fret
By many a field and fallow,
And many a fairy foreland set
With willow-weed and mallow.

I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.

I wind about, and in and out,
With here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling,

And here and there a foamy flake
Upon me, as I travel
With many a silvery waterbreak
Above the golden gravel,

And draw them all along, and flow
To join the brimming river
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.

I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
I slide by hazel covers;
I move the sweet forget-me-nots
That grow for happy lovers.

I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
Among my skimming swallows;
I make the netted sunbeam dance
Against my sandy shallows.

I murmur under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses;
I linger by my shingly bars;
I loiter round my cresses;

And out again I curve and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Posted by: unni Mar 13 2006, 08:33 PM

So we'll go no more a roving
so late into the night
Though the heart be still as loving
And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outwears the sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And Love itself have rest.


Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a roving
By the light of the moon. (---
Lord Byron)


Posted by: shivani Mar 13 2006, 08:59 PM

QUOTE
I don't set myself high goals. I just want to be happy. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/cry.gif)


shush mah love love.gif kiss.gif

If crying could make you happy
I would cry for you
If tears could wash away the pain
I would cry all night through
but i believe in your heart you know
that all this worrying is in vain
The sun wil shine trhough one day
and we can see through this pain

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Posted by: priya Mar 13 2006, 09:10 PM

U wrote this? ohmy.gif

Nice. U really will do all that mah She wolf? wub.gif

Posted by: Nimii Mar 13 2006, 09:12 PM

Zee should really release her poems in a book!

N

Posted by: shivani Mar 13 2006, 09:27 PM

QUOTE
U really will do all that mah She wolf? (IMG:style_emoticons/default/wub.gif)


yeah am touched in head na biggrin.gif

but think about it.. why do I care.. becuase you are a worthless cause.. or maybe because you really are a lovely person.


QUOTE
Very true Priya...I AM VERY OFTEN
considered A FREAK.... (IMG:style_emoticons/default/laugh.gif)


tell them to go eat dirt whoever suggested you are a freak.
As much as I have seen you, am yet to come across someone with so much strength of will and such conviction.

( At times I feel like punching you gals ! sigh!! Maybe thats what I would do biggrin.gif)

Posted by: priya Mar 13 2006, 09:30 PM

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ZZZ U otta have been a psychologist. What do doing with gumbyudors? ohmy.gif

Posted by: shivani Mar 13 2006, 09:33 PM

sigh!
I talk too much to be in that profession na.. sad1.gif .

and fyki.. I am just a coffee maker arrogant.gif I dont know G of gumbyudors.

Posted by: priya Mar 13 2006, 09:44 PM

Na, docs must talk along with listening na. Esp psycho ones. U have all the makings. A touch of madness too!!! laugh.gif


Posted by: priya Mar 13 2006, 09:47 PM

TO ELLEN



Lord Byron

Oh! might I kiss those eyes of fire,
A million scarce would quench desire:
Still would I steep my lips in bliss,
And dwell an age on every kiss;
Nor then my soul should sated be,
Still would I kiss and cling to thee:
Nought should my kiss from thine dissever;
Still would we kiss, and kiss for ever,
E'en though the numbers did exceed
The yellow harvest's countless seed.
To part would be a vain endeavor:
Could I desist? — ah! never — never!

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Posted by: Talaikya Mar 13 2006, 10:45 PM

QUOTE(priya @ Mar 13 2006, 09:54 AM) *

Break, Break, Break

Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.




Posted by: priya Mar 13 2006, 10:51 PM

What thoughts arise in U, T? Humein bhi batayiye. tongue1.gif

Posted by: priya Mar 13 2006, 11:15 PM

'One Word is too Often Profaned'



One word is too often profaned
For me to profane it,
One feeling too falsely disdained
For thee to disdain it;
One hope is too like despair
For prudence to smother,
And pity from thee more dear
Than that from another.

I can give not what men call love,
But wilt thou accept not
The worship the heart lifts above
And the Heavens reject not, -
The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to something afar
From the sphere of our sorrow?

Percy Bysshe Shelley


Posted by: Talaikya Mar 14 2006, 02:08 AM

QUOTE(priya @ Mar 13 2006, 12:21 PM) *

What thoughts arise in U, T? Humein bhi batayiye. tongue1.gif


I will Priye, as soon as I get them organised. Meanwhile here are a few random thoughts -

Why is it that when I love words
and no song works fully for me till I understand it
when I do most of my thinking in angrezi
why is it that poetry leaves me luke warm, maybe cold even!! sad1.gif

Why is sexual love always paramount?
(I say sexual - because it is no longer enough to say love between man and woman! laugh.gif)
What ever happened to compassion and empathy
and love for mankind?
Love for Knowledge?
You talk about path less travelled??
I have to wonder!

Why is happiness dependent upon others?
Am I not responsible for being happy?
I have a feeling somewhere deep inside me
my creator intended this to be my only aim
to be happy with myself!

These are dimly realised thoughts
Why don't they crystallise diamond like
into strong sharp precious words?

(I write like this, so that I blend visually biggrin.gif)

Been meaning to say something forever Lalitha (is this how you spell it?), but I have no words as yet, may never have them for I don't know you ... I just wanted you to know that I am thinking of you bow.gif

Posted by: gin_ger_ale Mar 14 2006, 08:15 AM

QUOTE(catch22 @ Mar 13 2006, 12:40 PM) *

QUOTE
Cigarette


He holds me to his lips

Watches me glow

Intoxicated

He cannot wait

He takes a deep breath

Draws me in—my soul

Shuts his eyes and dreams

In delirious pleasure

I am his world

He needs me

All of me.



His eyes open

He blows out my life in smoke

He slowly taps away

The ashes of my dreams.

I lie with those gone before

A broken heap of grey.




Just one little doubt, Priya. Are you the cigarette? Who is the smoker?

Lovely Pri wub.gif Loved it!!

I thought we aren't supposed to put in anything except for poetry in this thread. Ah, so many of I haven't read. Good collection and some amazing talents here smile.gif

Posted by: gin_ger_ale Mar 14 2006, 08:29 AM

QUOTE(priya @ Mar 13 2006, 08:26 PM) *

Love this one. Studied it in baby class. biggrin.gif

<a href="http://""" target="_blank"></a>The Brook


Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Me too!! Wish I was still in school unsure.gif

Posted by: gin_ger_ale Mar 14 2006, 08:39 AM

EGO

It is a wish I can't forgo
To run into you and have a row
To meet you not with tender feelings,
As the mind stalls the heart's reelings.

The moon spins around the earth
As do my thoughts twirl around the one who is worth
The new moon epitomizing the pessimism;
Full moon, the passing optimism

I pine for you
I utter not but neither do you
Says the world, I fear a heart failure
Says me, I dread a cure

I wonder what renders me incapable of professing my adoration,
Is it ego,which is keeping back love, throttling the emotion?

Posted by: priya Mar 14 2006, 11:17 AM

QUOTE
I will Priye, as soon as I get them organised. Meanwhile here are a few random thoughts -

Why is it that when I love words
and no song works fully for me till I understand it
when I do most of my thinking in angrezi
why is it that poetry leaves me luke warm, maybe cold even!! sad1.gif


Not everyone has an inclination for poetry. Same with instrumental music. Leaves many untouched.

QUOTE
Why is sexual love always paramount?
(I say sexual - because it is no longer enough to say love between man and woman! laugh.gif )
What ever happened to compassion and empathy
and love for mankind?
Love for Knowledge?
You talk about path less travelled??
I have to wonder!


T, tell me honestly, how much of the avg mankind is worth loving? Most are selfish and malicious and stab U in the back. Most pppl will smile at U and say something bad the minute Ur back is turned. Maybe not in a city where people have no time? Try coming here and U will know why I feel like a freak. U told me Ur dress code to college. I could not try that even in 2006 out here. Just out of the question. And staying alone is a freaky unnatural thing out here. So the path is less travelled. Otherwise I am just an ordinary person who wants to be loved and pampered. Yes selfish but not in a nasty way. tongue1.gif

QUOTE
Why is happiness dependent upon others?
Am I not responsible for being happy?
I have a feeling somewhere deep inside me
my creator intended this to be my only aim
to be happy with myself!


T, natures differ. I have a good friend who is 56. Her hubby too is 56. They are going thro the same family trauma. But she is always cheerful whereas hubby always groans. Both are nice loving ppl. But one has sunny outlook to life and it is just basically a happy person. The other always has a cloud on his brow. A natural worrier and fusser. U can change a lot but the creator did make several natures U know, including the kinky ones and the perverted ones and what not.



Posted by: priya Mar 14 2006, 02:47 PM

I speak not - I trace not - I breathe not thy name,
There is grief in the sound, there were guilt in the fame;
But the tear which now burns on my cheek may impart
The deep thoughts that dwell in that silence of heart.

Too brief for our passion, too long for our peace,
Were those hours, can their joy or their bitterness cease?
We repent--we abjure--we will break from our chain,
We will part--we will fly to--unite it again!

Oh! thine be the gladness, and mine be the guilt!
Forgive me adored one--forsake if thou wilt;
But the heart which I bear shall expire undebased,
And man shall not break it--whatever thou may'st.

And stern to the haughty, but humble to thee,
My soul, in its bitterest blackness shall be;
And our days seem as swift--and our moments more sweet
With thee by my side--than the world at our feet.

One sigh of thy sorrow--one look of thy love
Shall turn me or fix, shall reward or reprove;
And the heartless may wonder at all we resign,
Thy lip shall reply not to them--but to mine. Lord Byron.

Posted by: dimps Mar 14 2006, 04:21 PM


To Shiv and Priya
I am thoroughly enjoying the light hearted
banter being exchanged and watching
it as a spectator.

Catch and Priya
What lovely collection of poems.. some of them
I already have but what a delight to read
and share with like minded people..

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I feel as though my heart lay bleeding
(by Nicholas Gordon)

I feel as though my heart lay bleeding
On a countertop.
The pain is like a flooded scream
That cannot, will not stop.
I cannot live, I cannot breathe;
Pain is all I do.
I cannot think how I can be
Long living without you.
Ah, God! I want you back so bad
That I would gladly die
To hold you in my arms again
And not care how or why;
To hold you in my arms again
And tell you of my love,
And then go gladly back to dust
Should I your heart not move.


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On a happier note...


To My True Love


I’ve waited a lifetime for you
I’ve searched the whole world over,
Looking for your love.
Some days I never thought I’d find you
And I wanted to give up
So many other faces, so many wrong embraces
Trying to find one heart that felt like home to me.

None of them could ever compare to you love,
You are my strength, my joy.
You give me comfort from the storm
You make me smile on cloudy days
You keep me safe and warm.

I would be so lost without you,
Your love is so pure and true
Your heart, so beautiful and kind
Because you’ve walked that long, lonely road
That made you who you are (mine!).

I know it’s been a hard long journey
And it may get harder still
But together we can lift each other
Our strength will get us through
I’ll never give up; I’ll never give in
As long as I have you.

When I look into your eyes
I know that love is real
When you hold me in your arms love,
Nothing else compares
Let me lay here with you forever
And gaze at your beautiful face
And dream of our life together
Lost in your embrace.
by : Linda Bledsoe


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Posted by: dimps Mar 14 2006, 04:33 PM

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I must accept but can't what cannot be

by Nicholas Gordon)


I must accept but can't what cannot be.
I see you and my heart dissolves in pain.
You are not dead, but you are dead to me.

What happened to our love's a mystery.
I rummage through our empty past in vain.
I must accept but can't what cannot be:

That someone else now shares your off-hand "we,
"Now feels your tender tongue all feeling drain...
You are not dead, but you are dead to me.

I cannot lay aside my agony:Again,
again I play the same refrain.
I must accept but can't what cannot be.

And yet I know this tortured ecstasy
Is just my way of holding you again.
You are not dead, but you are dead to me,

And still I cannot bear to set you free,
That of our love some remnant might remain.
I must accept but can't what cannot be.
You are not dead, but you are dead to me.

Posted by: priya Mar 14 2006, 05:04 PM

Dimps, what a chilling poem. sad1.gif



My True Love Hath My Heart and I Have His

Sir Philip Sidney

My true love hath my heart and I have his.
By just exchange one for the other given.
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,
There never was a better bargain driven.
My true love hath my heart and I have his.
His heart in me keeps me and him in one,
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:
He loves my heart, for once it was his own,
I cherish his because in me it bides.
My true love hath my heart and I have his.

Posted by: priya Mar 14 2006, 05:05 PM

To My Dear and Loving Husband

Anne Bradstreet

If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me ye women if you can.
I prize thy love more that whole mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay,
The heavens reward thee manifold I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persever,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.

Posted by: priya Mar 14 2006, 05:26 PM

I love this one. wub.gif

ZZZZ, tell em mythical admirers to recite this for me. rolleyes.gif biggrin.gif


Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup
And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honouring thee
As giving it a hope that there
It could not wither'd be.
But thou thereon didst only breathe
And sent'st it back to me;
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
Not of itself but thee!

Ben Jonson


Posted by: catch22 Mar 14 2006, 06:24 PM

QUOTE
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup
And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honouring thee
As giving it a hope that there
It could not wither'd be.
But thou thereon didst only breathe
And sent'st it back to me;
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
Not of itself but thee!


A lovely piece Priya, awesome. Where do you get such lovely stuff?
Dimps, you are a never ending source of lovely poems,
Shivani, you have the making of a classy poet. Poetry seems to flow so smoothly from your pen (keyboard)

I have to read over all the ones posted by you guys once again, at leisure & absorb the full impact of such lovely stuff

Posted by: priya Mar 14 2006, 06:34 PM

This one we did in college, Catch. MA mein.

There is a long piece by Dryden that I like. Dunno if anyone will have the patience to read it. Let me hunt it and post it. Abt a competition. I like the last lines.

Posted by: shivani Mar 14 2006, 10:41 PM

She has forty percent burns doctor said
Her words had such joy and life
the voice that could be heard blocks away
and a hearty laughter to go with it
and most of all, she never could keep quiet

She has no chances of survival
She loved colors.. brightness.. hues
and flowers she would put in her hair
used sweet fragrances and lipsticks
just looking at her was absolute delight

She would have to suffer for months
She loved to eat and feed others
oh the delicacies and neighbours and guests

there was always room for another bite

Her body would stiffen and then melt away
Ah those tales of who did what
and whos in and happening nowadays
the trendsetter and life of the party
a thousand tales she would incite

There was fear of septic in wounds
she adored him and loved him
and wooed and pampered beyond words
he was center of her universe
by his being her world was bright

Slowly the sight and hearing were gone
Ah the kids jolly and bright
lovely, neat, noisy and naughty
both of them apple of her eye
cared and fussed over them
would never let them away from sight


And one fine day she died
She needs no more flowers and jewellery
would never put that big dot on her forehead
No more making fuss over anyone
she is one with her love tonight



This one.. I dont know if I posted earlier.. but like it quite a bit..

Shadow Beyond Solitude

I saved this day for missing you
Like the sobbing of enchanted birds
That come but once a year.
I’ll ponder our days in blazing sun
And cast away fears of craven pain.

I've climbed my way over mountains high
And scorned the pelts of driving rain.
I've strolled through shades of years alone
While every day was a masquerade, and
Strong was the silence that bellowed.

Now wind blows in the ode of night
And haunted dreams begin to fade.
I find delight in a sapphire sky
As the brazen light spins renewed.


Gone is the dusty dark of a dim lagoon
As I languish in deep of greenest
Vales. When heather blooms in a crescent Moon
I’ll wait until the seas be-calm
Then cast my shadow beyond solitude.
- Anonymous

Posted by: shivani Mar 14 2006, 10:43 PM

QUOTE
EGO

It is a wish I can't forgo
To run into you and have a row
To meet you not with tender feelings,
As the mind stalls the heart's reelings.

The moon spins around the earth
As do my thoughts twirl around the one who is worth
The new moon epitomizing the pessimism;
Full moon, the passing optimism

I pine for you
I utter not but neither do you
Says the world, I fear a heart failure
Says me, I dread a cure

I wonder what renders me incapable of professing my adoration,
Is it ego,which is keeping back love, throttling the emotion?


Very nicely written Gingee.. please do post rest of them as well smile1.gif.

QUOTE
Shivani, you have the making of a classy poet. Poetry seems to flow so smoothly from your pen (keyboard)


mmmm.. a recent crash course in flattery or it always comes so naturally to you biggrin.gif .. either ways .. keep those sweet nothings coming..

Posted by: august Mar 15 2006, 01:48 AM

all of you!
you do have a way with the words.
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Posted by: catch22 Mar 15 2006, 10:12 AM

QUOTE
all of you!
you do have a way with the words.


"One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can't utter." The medium of poetry is one sweet way of expressing yourself. A few kind & loving words, don't hurt nobody, I presume.

Poetry! ! Poetry! ! Poetry! !

Poetry! ! Poetry! ! Poetry! !
Why are we addicted to Poetry?
We Poets who write,
All day or all night,
That Poetry! ! Poetry! ! Poetry! !

There’s scarce a moment in time,
That thoughts don’t find words in rhyme,
To put into verse,
Whether better or worse,
In that Poetry! ! Poetry! ! Poetry! !

Why do we write all these Verses?
We must have better things to do,
But whatever we try,
And I don’t know why,
We write Poem upon Poem for you.

It’s funny how my style has changed,
It’s a Limerick today I’ve composed,
It wasn’t meant to be,
But it is ~ you can see,
Just Poetry! ! Poetry! ! Poetry! !

Jonathan Goldman

Posted by: catch22 Mar 15 2006, 10:16 AM

"EGO"
Ginger, that was a very nice poem

Posted by: catch22 Mar 15 2006, 10:25 AM

QUOTE
This is the way I look at love and life.
Enter a relationship only if U love the person.
Enter a friendship only if U genuinely like the person.
Of course we want the best for ourselves but not that we use others for that end.
Live and let live.


"You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear."

Posted by: priya Mar 15 2006, 01:01 PM

Where is Ego???? Maine nahin dekha. What did I miss? sad1.gif

Posted by: catch22 Mar 15 2006, 02:34 PM

QUOTE
She has forty percent burns doctor said
Her words had such joy and life
the voice that could be heard blocks away
and a hearty laughter to go with it
and most of all, she never could keep quiet

She has no chances of survival
She loved colors.. brightness.. hues
and flowers she would put in her hair
used sweet fragrances and lipsticks
just looking at her was absolute delight

She would have to suffer for months
She loved to eat and feed others
oh the delicacies and neighbours and guests

there was always room for another bite

Her body would stiffen and then melt away
Ah those tales of who did what
and whos in and happening nowadays
the trendsetter and life of the party
a thousand tales she would incite

There was fear of septic in wounds
she adored him and loved him
and wooed and pampered beyond words
he was center of her universe
by his being her world was bright

Slowly the sight and hearing were gone
Ah the kids jolly and bright
lovely, neat, noisy and naughty
both of them apple of her eye
cared and fussed over them
would never let them away from sight


And one fine day she died
She needs no more flowers and jewellery
would never put that big dot on her forehead
No more making fuss over anyone
she is one with her love tonight



Is it someone whom you knew?

Posted by: priya Mar 15 2006, 04:25 PM

I Am Not Yours

Sara Teasdale




I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love -- put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.


Posted by: priya Mar 15 2006, 04:26 PM

FARE THEE WELL

' Alas! they had been friends in youth;
But whispering tongues can poison truth;
And constancy lives in realms above;
And life is thorny; and youth is vain;
And to be wroth with one we love,
Doth work like madness in the brain;

But never either found another
To free the hollow heart from paining -
They stood aloof, the scars remaining,
Like cliffs which had been rent asunder;
A dreary sea now flows between,
But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder,
Shall wholly do away, I ween,
The marks of that which once hath been.'
COLERIDGE's Christabel.


FARE thee well! and if for ever,
Still for ever, fare thee well:
Even though unforgiving, never
'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel.

Would that breast were bared before thee
Where thy head so oft hath lain.
While that placid sleep came o'er thee
Which thou ne'er canst know again;

Would that breast, by thee glanced over,
Every inmost thought could show!
Then thou wouldst at last discover
'Twas not well to spurn it so.

Though the world for this commend thee -
Though it smile upon the blow,
Even its praises must offend thee,
Founded on another's woe:

Though my many faults defaced me,
Could no other arm be found,
Than the one which once embraced me,
To inflict a cureless wound?

Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not;
Love may sink by slow decay,
But by sudden wrench, believe not
Hearts can thus be torn away:

Still thine own its life retaineth,
Still must mine, though bleeding, beat;
And the undying thought which paineth
Is - that we no more may meet.

These are words of deeper sorrow
Than the wail above the dead;
Both shall live, but every morrow
Wake us from a widow'd bed.

And when thou wouldst solace gather,
When our child's first accents flow,
Wilt thou teach her to say 'Father!'
Though his care she must forego?

When her little hands shall press thee,
When her lip to thine is press'd
Think of him whose prayer shall bless thee,
Think of him thy love had bless'd!

Should her lineaments resemble
Those thou never more may'st see,
Then thy heart will softly tremble
With a pulse yet true to me.

All my faults perchance thou knowest,
All my madness none can know;
All my hopes where'er thou goest,
Wither, yet with thee they go.

Every feeling hath been shaken;
Pride, which not a world could bow,
Bows to thee - by thee forsaken,
Even my soul forsakes me now:

But 'tis done - all words are idle&shy;
Words from me are vainer still;
But the thoughts we cannot bridle
Force their way without the will.

Fare thee well! thus disunited,
Torn from every nearer tie
Sear 'd in heart, and lone, and blighted,
More than this I scarce can die.

Lord Byron

Posted by: catch22 Mar 15 2006, 05:56 PM

Rhythm & Rhyme

The Question

He had questions of her gender
even though she dressed in splendor.
He tried hard not to offend her
cause she was anything but slender...
But the proof...........she wouldn't render.

One day she went on quite a bender...
got so drunk she smashed the fender
on the truck he holds so tender.
(For that you really can't defend her.)
So a note he chose to send her
to inquire about her gender...
(with a bill sent from his lender
for the fixing of his fender.)



The Answer

When the bender of the fender
who is normally quite tender
saw the notice from the lender
(though she didn't know the sender)
I must say it did offend her
after lunch she did surrender
to another liquid bender
and a bigger fender-bender.

Anonymous


The Feeler
You are the moon and I am a star
Edging close by wherever you are
And even the clouds cannot quench our light
For we bring the shining into the night.

You are the sun low in the sky
And I am the mountain reaching high
As you enter my valleys with your heat
And together we feel at last complete.

You are the music all night long
And I write the words for your loving song
We hold each other as the beat goes on
Then I am the eastern sky, you are the dawn.


The Retort
Yes, you are my little star
twinkling at me from afar.
Wow, you are a precious sight
let me give you some more light.
And you little asterisk
did you see the giant whisk
in the street called Milky Way
also I would like to say
you don't need to twist and fret
it's been years that we have met,
what you really need to know
is that I put on a show:
in the dark I am the moon
hours later, way too soon,
I commence my daylight fun
when I change to be the sun.
So, your soul to me is true
there is me and there is you.
Menage à trois is not for us
others do create that fuss.
My farewell until tonight
watch when I switch on the light,
come then, rest here, in my middle
listen when I play the fiddle.

Anonymous

Posted by: priya Mar 15 2006, 06:38 PM

We should keep a thread for limericks too--I love em.

Posted by: catch22 Mar 15 2006, 11:21 PM

you can put them up here

Posted by: priya Mar 15 2006, 11:47 PM

Sonnet XXI


Say over again, and yet once over again,
That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated
Should seem "a cuckoo-song,"as thou dost treat it,
Remember, never to the hill or plain,
Valley and wood, without her cuckoo-strain
Comes the fresh Spring in all her green completed.
Beloved, I, amid the darkness greeted
By a doubtful spirit-voice, in that doubt's pain
Cry, "Speak once more--thou lovest! "Who can fear
Too many stars, though each in heaven shall roll,
Too many flowers, though each shall crown the year?
Say thou dost love me, love me, love me--toll
The silver iterance!--only minding, Dear,
To love me also in silence with thy soul.

Elizabeth Barret Browning

Ah even women those days felt so. rolleyes.gif

Posted by: catch22 Mar 15 2006, 11:54 PM

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.
‘Faded Leaves’ (1855)


There is a lady sweet and kind,
Was never face so pleased my mind;
I did but see her passing by,
And yet I love her till I die.
Anonymous

She was poor but she was honest
Victim of a rich man’s game.
First he loved her, than he left her,
And she lost her maiden name.
See her on the bridge at midnight,
Saying ‘Farewell, blighted love.’
Then a scream, a splash and goodness,
What is she a-doin’ of?
It’s the same the whole world over,
It’s the poor wot gets the blame,
It’s the rich wot gets the gravy.
Ain’t it all a bleedin shame?
‘She was Poor but she was Honest’
(sung by British soldiers in World War I)

I saw my lady weep,
And Sorrow proud to be exalted so
In those fair eyes where all perfections keep.
Her face was full of woe;
But such a woe, believe me, as wins more hearts,
Than Mirth can do with her enticing parts.

Lute song set by John Dowland, in ‘Oxford Book of 16th Century Verse’


Posted by: priya Mar 16 2006, 12:01 AM

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Elizabeth Barret Browning

A Man's Requirements

Love me Sweet, with all thou art,
Feeling, thinking, seeing;
Love me in the lightest part,
Love me in full being.

Love me with thine open youth
In its frank surrender;
With the vowing of thy mouth,
With its silence tender.

Love me with thine azure eyes,
Made for earnest grantings;
Taking colour from the skies,
Can Heaven's truth be wanting?

Love me with their lids, that fall
Snow-like at first meeting;
Love me with thine heart, that all
Neighbours then see beating.

Love me with thine hand stretched out
Freely -- open-minded:
Love me with thy loitering foot, --
Hearing one behind it.

Love me with thy voice, that turns
Sudden faint above me;
Love me with thy blush that burns
When I murmur 'Love me!'

Love me with thy thinking soul,
Break it to love-sighing;
Love me with thy thoughts that roll
On through living -- dying.

Love me in thy gorgeous airs,
When the world has crowned thee;
Love me, kneeling at thy prayers,
With the angels round thee.

Love me pure, as muses do,
Up the woodlands shady:
Love me gaily, fast and true,
As a winsome lady.

Through all hopes that keep us brave,
Farther off or nigher,
Love me for the house and grave,
And for something higher.

Thus, if thou wilt prove me, Dear,
Woman's love no fable,
I will love thee -- half a year --
As a man is able.

Posted by: catch22 Mar 16 2006, 12:19 AM

When I was a little boy, I had but a little wit,
’Tis a long time ago, and I have no more yet;
Nor ever ever shall, until that I die,
For the longer I live the more fool am I.
‘Wit and Mirth, an Antidote against Melancholy’ (1684)
Where is the man who has the power and skill
To stem the torrent of a woman’s will?
For if she will, she will, you may depend on’t;
And if she won’t, she won’t; so there’s an end on’t.

From the Pillar Erected on the Mount

Poetic fields encompass me around,
And still I seem to tread on classic ground.
In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow,
Thou’rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow;
Hast so much wit, and mirth, and spleen about thee,
There is no living with thee, nor without thee.

‘Letter from Italy’ (1704)

My Love in her attire doth show her wit,
It doth so well become her:
For every season she hath dressings fit,
For winter, spring, and summer.
No beauty she doth miss,
When all her robes are on;
But beauty’s self she is,
When all her robes are gone.
Madrigal

A masquerade, a murdered peer,
His throat just cut from ear to ear—
A rake turned hermit—a fond maid
Run mad, by some false loon betrayed—
These stores supply the female pen,
Which writes them o’er and o’er again,
And readers likewise may be found
To circulate them round and round.
‘A Receipt for Writing a Novel’ l. 65

Posted by: dimps Mar 16 2006, 01:11 PM


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What a thread...so much to read
and absorb...
GR8 going Priya, Catch, Shiv.....

SOme from me...

Unending Love

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms,
Numberless times,
In life after life, in age after age forever.
My spell-bound heart has made and re-made the necklace of songs
That you take as a gift, wear around your neck in
Your many forms
In life after life, in age after age forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love,
Its age old pain,
Its ancient tale of being apart or together,
As I stare on and on into the past,
In the end you emerge
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount
At the heart of time love of one for another.
We played alongside millions of lovers shared in the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-
Old love, but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you,
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life,
The memories of all of loves merging with this one love of ours-
And the songs of every poet past and forever.

by : Rabindranath Tagore


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But Not Forgotten

(by Dorothy Parker)


I think, no matter where you stray,
That I shall go with you a way.
Though you may wander sweeter lands,
You will not soon forget my hands,
Nor yet the way I held my head,
Nor all the tremulous things I said.
You still will see me, small and white
And smiling, in the secret night,
And feel my arms about you when
The day comes fluttering back again.
I think, no matter where you be,
You'll hold me in your memory
And keep my image, there without me,
By telling later loves about me.

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Posted by: dimps Mar 16 2006, 01:16 PM

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After you leave, I will become a tree

by Nicholas Gordon)


After you leave, I will become a tree
Alone on a hillside, loving wind and sun,
Waiting for you to return home to me
Though centuries of lonely stars may run.

I'll grow tall and give lots of shade,
Sheltering birds and other bright-eyed things.
Pleased with all the progress that I've made,
I'll spread my leafy branches out like wings.

But oh! Every moment of every day
I'll miss you with the passion of the wind,
Gazing endlessly upon the way
That without you must empty, empty wind.

Posted by: priya Mar 16 2006, 04:38 PM


Who Believes in Love Anyway?


Love does not matter

You have to smile

False?

Who cares?

But smile

The words too must flow

Coloured and shaped

Twisted

To fit each ear

And recyclable

(To suit our age)

Or be attractive

That always pays

Who does not respond to a beautiful face?

Love?

Come now, grow up

Who believes in love anyway?

Now attitude. That’s….


Posted by: catch22 Mar 16 2006, 09:00 PM

Only—but this is rare—
When a belovèd hand is laid in ours,
When, jaded with the rush and glare
Of the interminable hours,
Our eyes can in another’s eyes read clear,
When our world-deafened ear
Is by the tones of a loved voice caressed—
A bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast,
And a lost pulse of feeling stirs again.
The eye sinks inward, and the heart lies plain,
And what we mean, we say, and what we would, we know.
‘The Buried Life’ (1852)

The rabbit has a charming face:
Its private life is a disgrace.
I really dare not name to you
The awful things that rabbits do.

‘The Rabbit’ in ‘The Week-End Book’ (1925)

I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you
Till China and Africa meet
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street.
I’ll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.

‘As I Walked Out One Evening’ (1940)

Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after,
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
He knew human folly like the back of his hand,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.
‘Epitaph on a Tyrant’ (1940).

In the nightmare of the dark
All the dogs of Europe bark,
And the living nations wait,
Each sequestered in its hate;
Intellectual disgrace
Stares from every human face,
And the seas of pity lie
Locked and frozen in each eye.
‘In Memory of W. B. Yeats’ (1940)

Posted by: unni Mar 16 2006, 09:38 PM

WITHOUT RHYME OR REASON

Tread gently, said the flagstone,
For I bear the weight, of emotions.

Leather soles kissed me,
Wore out my soul.

Pavements crumble, trust shatters,
Concrete resurrects, love does not.

My heart is not a public thoroughfare,
For you to ride rough-shod on.

Posted by: shivani Mar 16 2006, 09:46 PM

The WaterFall

With what deep murmurs through time's silent stealth
Doth thy transparent, cool, and wat'ry wealth
Here flowing fall,
And chide, and call,
As if his liquid, loose retinue stay'd
Ling'ring, and were of this steep place afraid;
The common pass
Where, clear as glass,
All must descend
Not to an end,
But quicken'd by this deep and rocky grave,
Rise to a longer course more bright and brave.

Dear stream! dear bank, where often I
Have sate and pleas'd my pensive eye,
Why, since each drop of thy quick store
Runs thither whence it flow'd before,
Should poor souls fear a shade or night,
Who came, sure, from a sea of light?
Or since those drops are all sent back
So sure to thee, that none doth lack,
Why should frail flesh doubt any more
That what God takes, he'll not restore?

O useful element and clear!
My sacred wash and cleanser here,
My first consigner unto those
Fountains of life where the Lamb goes!
What sublime truths and wholesome themes
Lodge in thy mystical deep streams!
Such as dull man can never find
Unless that Spirit lead his mind
Which first upon thy face did move,
And hatch'd all with his quick'ning love.
As this loud brook's incessant fall
In streaming rings restagnates all,
Which reach by course the bank, and then
Are no more seen, just so pass men.
O my invisible estate,
My glorious liberty, still late!
Thou art the channel my soul seeks,
Not this with cataracts and creeks.

- Henry Vaughan


The Astronomer's Drinking Song

Whoe'er would search the starry sky,
Its secrets to divine, sir,
Should take his glass-I mean, should try
A glass or two of wine, sir!
True virtue lies in golden mean,
And man must wet his clay, sir;
Join these two maxims, and 'tis seen
He should drink his bottle a day, sir!

Old Archimedes, reverend sage!
By trump of fame renowned, sir,
Deep problems solved in every page,
And the sphere's curved surface found, sir:
Himself he would have far outshone,
And borne a wider sway, sir,
Had he our modern secret known,
And drank a bottle a day, sir!

When Ptolemy, now long ago,
Believed the Earth stood still, sir,
He never would have blundered so,
Had he but drunk his fill, sir:
He'd then have felt it circulate,
And would have learnt to say, sir,
The true way to investigate
Is to drink your bottle a day, sir!

Copernicus, that learned wight,
The glory of his nation,
With draughts of wine refreshed his sight,
And saw the Earth's rotation
Each planet then its orb described,
The Moon got under way, sir;
These truths from nature he imbibed
For he drank his bottle a day, sir!

The noble Tycho placed the stars,
Each in its due location;
He lost his nose by spite of Mars,
But that was no privation:
Had he but lost his mouth, I grant
He would have felt dismay, sir,
Bless you! he knew what he should want
To drink his bottle a day, sir!

Cold water makes no lucky hits;
On mysteries the head runs:
Small drink let Kepler time his wits
On the regular polyhedrons:
He took to wine, and it changed the chime,
His genius swept away, sir,
Through area varying as the time
At the rate of a bottle a day, sir!

Poor Galileo, forced to rat
Before the Inquisition,
E pur si muove was the pat
He gave them in addition:
He meant, whate'er you think you prove,
The Earth must go its way, sirs;
Spite of your teeth I'll make it move,
For I'll drink my bottle a day, sirs!

Great Newton, who was never beat
Whatever fools may think, sir;
Though sometimes he forgot to eat,
He never forgot to drink, sir:
Descartes took nought but lemonade,
To conquer him was play, sir;
The first advance that Newton made
Was to drink his bottle a day, sir!

D'Alembert, Euler, and Clairaut,
Though they increased our store, sir,
Much further had been seen to go
Had they tippled a little more, sir!
Lagrange gets mellow with Laplace,
And both are wont to say, sir,
The philosophe who's not an ass
Will drink his bottle a day, sir!

Astronomers! what can avail
Those who calumniate us;
Experiment can never fail
With such an apparatus;
Let him who'd have his merits known
Remember what I say, sir;
Fair science shines on him alone
Who drinks his bottle a day, sir!

How light we reck of those who mock
By this we'll make to appear, sir,
We'll dine by the sidereal clock
For one more bottle a year, sir:
But choose which pendulum you will,
You'll never make your way, sir,
Unless you drink--and drink your fill,
At least a bottle a day, sir!

-By Author Unknown
Published by Augustus de Morgan in "A Budget of Paradoxes"


Posted by: priya Mar 16 2006, 09:54 PM

QUOTE(unni @ Mar 16 2006, 09:38 PM) *
WITHOUT RHYME OR REASON

Tread gently, said the flagstone,
For I bear the weight, of emotions.

Leather soles kissed me,
Wore out my soul.

Pavements crumble, trust shatters,
Concrete resurrects, love does not.

My heart is not a public thoroughfare,
For you to ride rough-shod on.


Unni, U write poetry!!!!!! ohmy.gif shocked.gif

Yeh tumne likha hai??????

This is good stuff. wacko.gif wacko.gif wacko.gif

Really good. clap1.gif bow.gif

Posted by: unni Mar 16 2006, 10:21 PM

QUOTE
Unni, U write poetry!!!!!! ohmy.gif shocked.gif

Yeh tumne likha hai??????

This is good stuff. wacko.gif wacko.gif wacko.gif

Really good. clap1.gif bow.gif


"Mein shaayar badnaam", wunly. sad.gif

Posted by: priya Mar 16 2006, 10:24 PM

Miracles will never cease. Monkeys writing poetry!!!
But me always says U a born writer na.
Very crisp and concise and yet with a world of meaning. Post more na.

Posted by: catch22 Mar 16 2006, 10:25 PM

QUOTE
But Not Forgotten
(by Dorothy Parker)


I think, no matter where you stray,
That I shall go with you a way.
Though you may wander sweeter lands,
You will not soon forget my hands,
Nor yet the way I held my head,
Nor all the tremulous things I said.
You still will see me, small and white
And smiling, in the secret night,
And feel my arms about you when
The day comes fluttering back again.
I think, no matter where you be,
You'll hold me in your memory
And keep my image, there without me,
By telling later loves about me.


Dimps, that's a beautiful piece,

Posted by: shivani Mar 16 2006, 10:26 PM

Unni

I .. have never before used this *bows* (and probably would never again)

Posted by: catch22 Mar 16 2006, 10:33 PM

QUOTE
Miracles will never cease.
U a born writer na.
Very crisp and concise
Post more na.


that's a fine limerick

Posted by: priya Mar 16 2006, 10:42 PM

Oh no Catch!!! The monkey will gloat that he inspires poetry. rotate1.gif

Posted by: dimps Mar 17 2006, 03:45 PM

Good Ones Shiv and Catch -
very interesting and very different.

When love is an affliction
(by Nicholas Gordon)

When love is an affliction,
There's not much one can do.
Despite the way you've treated me,
I'm still in love with you.

I am the wave and you the rock
Against which I must break:
Again, again the crushing jolt,
The pain I can't forsake;

Again, again the long retreat
To safety, far from shore,
And then again, I don't know why,
The long trip back for more.

Perhaps it is nostalgia for
A long uncertain glow,
Or just some hope so beautiful
I cannot let it go.


Perhaps it is the need to try
For those who must depend
On who we are and what we do,
For whom this should not end.

What evil makes you hurt me so,
What defect of the heart?
What sense there is no greater whole
Of which you are a part?

What lonely choice that only you
Be served by what you choose?
What hard, hard fear of losing what
It is a gift to lose?

I dream sometimes my waiting love
Has made you turn again.
But you care only for yourself,
And I must love in vain.

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You left me, but you cannot leave my heart

(by Nicholas Gordon)

You left me, but you cannot leave my heart.
I hold you there, with or without your will.
No matter where you go, you will be part
Of me, my dearest friend and lover still.
I'll tell you of the pain I feel, and all
The things you've done that hurt and make me bleed.
And then your icy words you will recall,
And comfort me, and give me what I need.
This I can do alone, and yet the real
You lives and lies far beyond my touch.
But since my true intention is to steal
The you I loved, the real you isn't much.
Don't worry--I'll treat you tenderly:
The lovely you, you left behind with me.


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