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[catch22]

Pinky, welcome to the thread. Pink, especially the very mild one is abeautiful colour & match it with black to give a great combinationfor a dress.

Friendship
By Eleanor Roosevelt

Many people will walk in and out of your life,

But only true friends will leave footprints in yourheart.

To handle yourself, use your head;

To handle others, use your heart.

Anger is only one letter short of danger.

If someone betrays you once, it is their fault,

If they betrays you twice, it is your fault.

Great minds discuss ideas,

Average minds discuss events,

Small minds discuss people.

He who loses money, loses much,

He who loses a friend,

loses much more,

He who loses faith, loses all.

Beautiful young people are accidents of nature,

But beautiful old people are works of art.

Learn from the mistakes of others.

You can't live long enough to make them all yourself.

Friends, you and me...You brought another friend.

And then there were 3....

We started our group....Our circle of friends....

And like that circle....There is no beginning orend....

Yesterday is history.

Tomorrow is mystery.

Today is a gift.

[pinky]

Thanks a lot Catch , That is very nice,so true ( I mean Friendship)

[Mandrake]

Yesterday is history.


Tomorrow is mystery.


Today is a gift.

Today's a gift, that's why it is called the present. (Pun intended)

[Priya]

A Poet To His Beloved

I bring you with reverent hands
The books of my numberless dreams,
White woman that passion has worn
As the tide wears the dove-grey sands,
And with heart more old than the horn
That is brimmed from the pale fire of time:
White woman with numberless dreams,
I bring you my passionate rhyme.

William Butler Yeats

[snita]

(Sorry if this has already been posted)

Sonnet XLIII

HOW do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, -I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

[shivani]

lovley poems all of you..
Welcome to thread Pinky and Snita

Catch : atrocious! its white & pink not black & pink.

( feels nice to point fingers.. back to real stuff now)

Beneath the shadow of dawn's aërial cope,
With eyes enkindled as the sun's own sphere,
Hope from the front of youth in godlike cheer
Looks Godward, past the shades where blind men grope
Round the dark door that prayers nor dreams can ope,
And makes for joy the very darkness dear
That gives her wide wings play; nor dreams that fear
At noon may rise and pierce the heart of hope.
Then, when the soul leaves off to dream and yearn,
May truth first purge her eyesight to discern
What, once being known, leaves time no power to appall;
Till yoiuth at last, ere yet youth be not, learn
The kind wise word that falls from years that fall--
"Hope thou not much, and fear thou not at all."

Algernon Charles Swinburne



"Hope" is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—

I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.

Emily Dickinson


Drowning

Drowning (In your pride)


All my life there seems to be something in the way,
Rain is always blocking my view.
In this rain i see nothing but you,
but so far away........
in the distance, drowning in your pride.
With your hate you try to hide.

The clouds will someday clear.
But only when your near.
Because you are my shelter.
In this world full of my own fear.

Drowning..... in your pride.
The current takes me away.
Drifting me away.
It is erasing me away....
slowly..

Help me float
I am drowning in your pride.

Tanner Martin


this i liked very very much ....

My Pride


My pride is my soul
My soul immortal
Break this body
I’ll not ask for mercy
Even undone
I kneel to no one
Me
The only
and one

Make me cry?
I’d rather Die
Nothing is worth begging for
Nothing
Not money
Not fame
Not hunger
Not love
Not life
Nothing

I will not bow
I will no break
Everything you throw
I’ll take

In my book
If you have no pride
You’re not worth knowing!

My pride
My savior
Makes me a god of thunder
The worlds most extraordinary lover
The deepest thinker
Most profound feeler
No one is my match
No one is my equal
I pity those who are not me
They will never know what it’s like
To take life in
With pure greed

Be you mighty
Or meek
Despair and envy me
Look unto me and dream
Of what you could be

For my pride is there
To guide me
To remind me
There is no one greater in this world
Than me
I am almighty
Let the humble bow
I’ll not

When I meet my maker
I will stand before him
And look at his glory
And take my pride
And say ‘look upon it! ’
‘Isn’t it a worthy trophy? ’
‘Is love of my accomplishments
My passing of time
My triumphs
My errors
My glory
Mine crime? ’

Is pride truly the greatest sin?
Did it not save me countless times.
Kept me standing where others fell?
Made decisions my very own?
The essence of individuality
In Escaping conformity?

If asked to part
I’ll say nay
‘Saying but you made me this way! ’
And go my own way
Not entering another’s HIS domain
I’ll have my pride as companion
Always by my side

No one will get the better of me
Not while my pride holds me
For am I not unlike God
Made in his own image?


Ronberge , (anno primo)


Once the Images Shocked


From distance far and I feel your dear love
So striking and princely-like
With which you held your pride
And send your images partly afar

Babette Teeth



God and I


'Twas God and I'n a room
When I was brok'n he fixed me then;
In thanks I spat on Him and ran
To th'corner with my pride.

Daniel Nairn

[Mandrake]

atrocious! its white & pink not black & pink.

Atrocious nothing!! A pink top with a black skirt/trousers/pants/whatever is a llllovely combo

[shivani]

Atrocious nothing!! A pink top with a black skirt/trousers/pants/whatever is a llllovely combo (IMG:style_emoticons/default/smile1.gif)

I was thinking gowns and dresses.. with trimmings ( with this beign a poetry thread )
but still pink & white is better than pink & black any day any combination

[Mandrake]

Pink and white is yummy when I think of a bowl having large scoops of vanilla and strawberr ice-creams

[shivani]

Pink and white is yummy when I think of a bowl having large scoops of vanilla and strawberr ice-creams (IMG:style_emoticons/default/rollf.gif)

Now just replace that white with somethign black and then see if you get same effect.. and you will know what am talking about

[catch22]

Catch : atrocious! its white & pink not black & pink.

Pink is a combination of red and white. The pink of my choice is of a very mild shade, hardly discernible from white. It is a beautiful colour, not the gaudy pink. This shade matches perfectly with the black. I love this combination, oo la la.
"Pink is the color of universal love. Pink is a quiet color. Lovers of beauty favor pink. " It provides feelings of caring, tenderness, self-worth and love, acceptance. Wear pink when you want to present yourself as a peaceful, calm person who is not threatening.

[shivani]

sigh!
I was just kidding guys.. you have my permission to like any color combination you wish

another nice one..

THE PHRENOLOGY OF ANAGLYPTA

I am living in the wallpaper;
it is as full of sqiggles as an Arab mosque.
It's a Chelsea Flower Show,
an undergrowth of ferns,
a Mickey Mouse of nursery shapes,
a riot of colours and shades.
It is as cool as candy stripe,
as chunky as cable stitch,
hairy as a 'floc' of sheep,
as shizophrenic as a mood change,
as abstract as concentration failure,
as intense as studying,
as specialised as an eye-balling.

Why am I living in the wallpaper?
I am living in the wallpaper because
the room has been shrinking and shrinking,
more and more, over the last few months,
so much so that the paper on the west wall
is now on the east wall
and vice versa.
I am disorientated.
Peel me off, soak and strip me,
replace me with a new pattern of life;
or at least gloss over me.
Otherwise it's D.I.Y. or die.

- Geoff Stevens


By a peninsula, the painter sat and
Sketched the uneven valley groves
The apostle gave alms to the
Meek, the volcano burst
In fusive sulfur and hurled
Rocks and ore into the air
Heaven's sudden change at
The drawing tempestuous
Darkening shade of Dense clouded Hues
The wanderer soon chose
His spot of rest, they bore the
Chosen hero upon their shoulders
Whom they strangely admired - as,
The Beach tide Summer of people desired.

- Samuel Greenberg (1893-1917)

[shivani]

And a few by Hazel Hall (1886- 1924) - Brief fame in the 1920s would not last for this invalid poet. Note the density of music & rime, & how she undermines many of the lines which would fall to cliché in a lesser poet. She combines the best of Emily Dickinson & Edna St. Vincent Millay, yet with little of their downsides.


Company

A footstep sounded from the street...
Listening, I knew of you!
With the good singing of your feet
You came in, too.

Companioned by the sun and rain,
Mingling with the winds at will,
You passed, but in your step's refrain
I have you still.

Hazel Hall (1886-1924)


Finished To-Night

I have unleashed my hands, like hounds,
And I must not call them back;
They are off with virile bounds
On the hidden quarry's track.
Though there come rain or sun-
Fleet and lean and white,
They will follow the scent until they run
The quarry to earth, and the quarry is night.

Hazel Hall (1886-1924)

Light Sleep

Women who sing themselves to sleep
Lie with their hands at rest,
Locked over them night-long as though to keep
Music against their breast.

They who have feared the night and lain
Mumbling themselves to peace
Sleep a light sleep lest they forget the strain
That brings them their release.

They dream, who hold beneath the hand
A crumpled shape of song,
Of trembling sound they do not understand,
Yet love the whole night long.

Women who sing themselves to sleep
Must lie in fear till day,
Clasping an amulet of words to keep
The leaning dark away.

Hazel Hall (1886-1924)

Stairways

Why do I think of stairways
With a rush of hurt surprise?
Wistful as forgotten love In remembered eyes;
And fitful as the flutter
Of little draughts of air
That linger on a stairway
As though they loved it there.

New and shining stairways,
Stairways worn and old,
Where rooms are prison places
And corridors are cold,
You intrigue with fancy,
You challenge with a lore
Elusive as a moon's light
Shadowing a floor.
You speak to me not only
With the lure of storied art-
For wonder of old footsteps
Lies lightly on my heart;
And more than the reminiscence
Of yesterday's renown-
Laughter that might have floated up,
Echoes that should drift down.

Sunlight Through A Window

Beauty streamed into my hand
In sunlight through a pane of glass;
Now at last I understand
Why suns must pass.

I have held a shadow, cool
Reflection of a burning gold,
And it has been more beautiful
Than hands should hold.
To that delicate tracery
Of light, a force my lips must name
In whispers of uncertainty,
Has answered through me in a flame.

Beauty is the core of fire
To reaching hands; even its far
Passing leaves a hurt desire
Like a scar.

Things That Grow

I like things with roots that know the earth,
Trees whose feet, nimble and brown,
Wander around in the house of their birth
Until they learn, by growing down,
To build with branches in the air;
Ivy-vines that have known the loam
And over trellis and rustic stair,
Or old grey houses, love to roam;
And flowers pushing vehement heads,
Like flames from a fire's hidden glow,
Through the seething soil in garden-beds.
Yet I, who am forbidden to know
The feel of earth, once thought to make
Singing out of a heart's old cry!
Untaught by earth how could I wake
The shining interest of the sky?

[catch22]

you have my permission to like any color combination you wish

Gee thanks

[pinky]

Time And Again



Time and again,however well we know the landscape of love

and the little church-yard with lamenting names,

and the frightfully silent ravine wherin all the others

end; time and again we go out two together,

under the old trees, lie down again and again

between the flowers, face to face with the sky


Rainer Maria Rilke