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.
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
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
Love is in the air
laughter just for two to share
handle it with care.
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
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
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
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.
Nice one Yaar Mere
Nice1 dude.
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
Water water everywhere
But not a drop to drink
SAMUEL COLDRIDGE(poem:THE ANCIENT MARINER)
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
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.
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
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."
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 -
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 -
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
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".
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
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
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.
I had this song with me. It has been sung by some of the other singers too.
Nice lyrics by John Lennon (Beatles)
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
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
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
'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.
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.
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."
-
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?
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.
WOW! very impressive you guys!
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
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
: )
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
*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
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
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.
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
That's a beauty & very very true. And very apt. It's a great one. For a moment I thought you wrote it.
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
you talking about HIM ?
.. and do you care so much?
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
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 -
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 -
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 -
Catch .. You've also been affected by this love & friendship bug
stay away from those kitties I say
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
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
Tum kitna achcha likhti ho Shivji!
Hey, are you all writing this poetry yourself, or quoting?
Catch? Shivani?
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
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
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.
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
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 ))
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.
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
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
Who are you?!
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
Appreciation from Catch?
Highly appreciated
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.
Put the post back, the one you deleted,
Don't feel bad, I won't feel humiliated.
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...
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?
Gosh!!! Time to vamoose from this thread before Judge Dread hangs me (rOm, I do hope you remember who Judge Dread is. If not, search on HF )
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
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
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?)
That was hilarious
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?
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
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!!!
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.
"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency.
Emily Dickinson
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.
Good one, Catch!
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
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
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
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
"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
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 )
But you do sign off with a Frost verse.
"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
"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
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!
(May be only some one who has Loved and lost would understand this better...)
One more
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!
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 --
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
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-
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.
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.
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
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.
ZZZZ!!!! No wonder Ur Unknowns remained unknown. Horrid creatures!!!!
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 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.
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)
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?
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.
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.
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[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??
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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
Priyz ye tumne likha poem
Shivani is poet class-apart re!!!!!
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.
Poetry ke bahane khullam khulla flirt kar rahe hain yeh dono!!!
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
Catch is a girl???? Can any girl be this sensible? But then U are.
When I asked Catch he/she did not give a proper answer.
Catch bol do or we will think U are neither.
Na na I meant 2a wunly. U bad gurls.
rabba!!
too good Priya : )
This one got published.
ZZZ, why aren't U a boy? Would love to have a boyfriend who called me chamiya and munchkin.
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
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
Priye Priya, tum nahi jaana
tumhare bina yeh thread hoga soona
Agar tum chali gayee
toh catch aur Shivani
Bajaa denge mera baaja
Waise ZZZZ modern poetry has no rhyme. Tu kyun Rom ke zamane ki baat lekar baith gayi???
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!!!!!
lolol .. that is too good.
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
Just teased you baba
U have lifted a load off my head
A little more of this and I'd be dead!!!!
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
If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain'd
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.
Darrna hai kisise mujhe
Aur chunaa hai maine tujhe
Shivani tu mere liye sab se pyaari
Ghabraati hoon kahi tu na rahe hamari
5th time and that today?? Kahan re ???????
"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
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
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
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
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
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
Dimpz never consider urself out of place dearie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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
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
Lovely collection Dimps. You seem to be a store-house of poetry
And mah ZZZ is poetry in motion!!!!!
How I loved teasing U.
Priya, What happened to your signature. Where is queen of hearts. Now I see only a bear hug or lick to a wounded heart?
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Looks like a bunch of cats smirking after driving a pathetic dog/wolf up a huge heart!
The sad cat that appears to be a wolf to the world is my broken spirit.
The laughing cats are the facade.
U have an illusive senseless signature!!!
Yeah, next I will be writing "Ode to a Monkey"
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!!!!!
Priyz the poet !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
hehehehehehe
I expect a kilo of bananas to be delivered at my door. For taking the pains over this paean.
Priyz kilo se mat maang Plantations ke hisaab se maang!! That is better na
Aur khayega kaun. Phir to mungee ko bulana padega khane pe!!!!
Poora vaanar sena will arrive
U call this inspiration
I call it perspiration
Writing on a monkey
I must be a silly donkey
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
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.
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.
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
We studied this in school!!!! Also remember simply loving Lochinvar and The Highwayman.
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!
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
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.
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
Wow, that's a beautiful piece Dimps. Excellent. Every single word & sentence have been nicely put together & are so meaningful.
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
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".
Wow, nice one Catch.
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
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
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
Either way, it will be a sigh, hai na Dimps. Is there anyone who never wonders--what if or what if not?
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!!!
May I ask, aapke paas itna bada poetry ka khazana hai. Aapko kahan se milte hain? Aap khud likhti hain?
Ah!!! Wouldn't U like to know?
I remember when I showed this to a classmate during my MPhil, he said, "so U mean women are injurious to health."
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.
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.
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.
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!!!
BTW ZZZ clinical in my book is inhuman.
No Ur not offensive but why do U love playing the heartless creep? When U are such a darling actually. Woman in Black!!!!!
Catch
Am prepared to be kicked out .
Who said I cannot think?
Aur teesra yaar kaun hai?
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.
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.
Good one Catch : )
PS: sigh!
I am outnumbered here.. amongst all these lovers.. should keep away I guess.
I don't set myself high goals. I just want to be happy.
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
Love this one. Studied it in baby class.
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
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)
U wrote this?
Nice. U really will do all that mah She wolf?
Zee should really release her poems in a book!
N
ZZZ U otta have been a psychologist. What do doing with gumbyudors?
sigh!
I talk too much to be in that profession na.. .
and fyki.. I am just a coffee maker I dont know G of gumbyudors.
Na, docs must talk along with listening na. Esp psycho ones. U have all the makings. A touch of madness too!!!
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!
What thoughts arise in U, T? Humein bhi batayiye.
'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
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?
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.
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..
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.
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
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.
Dimps, what a chilling poem.
I love this one.
ZZZZ, tell em mythical admirers to recite this for me.
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
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.
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
all of you!
you do have a way with the words.
"EGO"
Ginger, that was a very nice poem
Where is Ego???? Maine nahin dekha. What did I miss?
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.
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
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
We should keep a thread for limericks too--I love em.
you can put them up here
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.
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’
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.
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
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
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.
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.
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)
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.
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"
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.
Unni
I .. have never before used this *bows* (and probably would never again)
Oh no Catch!!! The monkey will gloat that he inspires poetry.
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.
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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