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Posted: 1/8/2006 12:45:52 AM | One of Irving Layton's first poems:
THE SWIMMER
The afternoon foreclosing, see
The swimmer plunges from his raft,
Opening the spray corollas by his act of war --
The snake heads strike
Quickly and are silent.
Emerging see how for a moment
A brown weed with marvellous bulbs,
He lies imminent upon the water
While light and sound come with a sharp passion
From the gonad sea around the Poles
And break in bright cockle-shells about his ears.
He dives, floats, goes under like a thief
Where his blood sings to the tiger shadows
In the scentless greenery that leads him home,
A male salmon down fretted stairways
Through underwater slums ....
Stunned by the memory of lost gills
He frames gestures of self-absorption
Upon the skull-like beach;
Observes with instigated eyes
The sun that empties itself upon the water,
And the last wave romping in
To throw its boyhood on the marble sand. | |
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| By Ginny O'Bryen Edwards
Posted: 1/8/2006 1:19:29 AM | THROW AWAY PEOPLE
We are the "throw-away" people...
the ones for whom there seems no more use.
We have given all we have to those we love.
We have given of ourselves because we believed it way
The right and moral thing to do.
We are no longer youthful and beautiful...
The years have stripped the color from our hair
the strength from our limbs
and the fight from our spirits.
Life has not been kind and we find ourselves broken and
sick...
requiring much care.
Our world does not look kindly on us.
We are not seen as wise and honored...
but as useless and time-consuming.
Like garbage, we are left on the street to rot away
or warehoused with others like us
to wait for death.
Our inner-beauty long overlooked. | |
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| By Emily Dickinson
Posted: 1/11/2006 8:03:23 PM | 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. | |
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Posted: 1/11/2006 11:02:31 PM | How Do I Love Thee?
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 | |
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Posted: 1/11/2006 11:04:16 PM | If I can stop one heart from breaking..
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! | |
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Posted: 1/11/2006 11:06:47 PM | *Love
When love beckons to you follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. | |
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Posted: 1/11/2006 11:14:27 PM | *Love's Philosophy
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?--
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?
(Percy Bysshe Shelley) | |
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Posted: 1/11/2006 11:14:29 PM | By Irving Layton (1912- 2006)
THE GRAVEYARD
Lord, I understand the plan, the news is out:
I kill him, he kills me, change and change about,
And you ever in the right; and no wonder
Since it's no great matter who's up, who's under.
Teuton or Slav, Arab or suffering Jew --
Nature, Justice, God -- they are all one to you.
The lion breeds the lamb and the antelope
As evil breeds good; darkness, light; despair, hope.
And though your scheme confounds theologians' wits
All come and go sired by the opposites;
And they decree: he who slays and he who's slain
Leave on your excellent world no crimson stain.
The tragic, warring creatures that here have breath
Are reconciled in the partnership of death;
And death's akin to art, and artists please
To the measure they have stilled the contraries.
Energy must crackle on a silent urn,
Nothing catch fire though Jerusalem burn,
And the lion poised on the poor bok to spring
Hold in his furious jaws no suffering.
Motion and rest, love and hate, heaven and hell
Here cease their Punch-and-Judy show: all is well.
There is no pain in the graveyard or the voice
Whispering in the tombstones: "Rejoice, rejoice." | |
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Posted: 1/11/2006 11:17:32 PM | Point of View
Thanksgiving dinner's sad and thankless
Christmas dinner's dark and blue
When you stop and try to see it
From the turkey's point of view.
Sunday dinner isn't sunny
Easter feasts are just bad luck
When you see it from the viewpoint
Of a chicken or a duck.
Oh how I once loved tuna salad
Pork and lobsters, lamb chops too
Till I stopped and looked at dinner
From the dinner's point of view! 
(Shel Silverstein) | |
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Posted: 1/11/2006 11:41:14 PM | *He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths
Enwrought with golden and silver light
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams!
(William Butler Yeats) | |
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Posted: 1/12/2006 1:12:25 AM | CHERRY ROBBERS
Under the long dark boughs, like jewels red
In the hair of an Eastern girl
Hang strings of crimson cherries, as if had bled
Blood-drops beneath each curl.
Under the glistening cherries, with folded wings
Three dead birds lie
Pale-breasted throstles and a blackbird, robberlings
Stained with red dye.
Against the haystack a girl stands laughing at me,
Cherries hung round her ears.
Offers me her scarlet fruit: I will see
If she has any tears.
– DH Lawrence. | |
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Posted: 1/12/2006 1:21:12 AM | LAST WORDS TO MIRIAM
by: D.H. Lawrence (1885-1930)
OURS is the shame and sorrow
But the disgrace is mine;
Your love was dark and thorough,
Mine was the love of the sun for a flower
He creates with his shine.
I was diligent to explore you,
Blossom you stalk by stalk,
Till my fire of creation bore you
Shrivelling down in the final dour
Anguish--then I suffered a balk.
I knew your pain, and it broke
My fine, craftsman's nerve;
Your body quailed at my stroke,
And my courage failed to give you the last
Fine torture you did deserve.
You are shapely, you are adorned,
But opaque and dull in the flesh,
Who, had I but pierced with the thorned
Fire-threshing anguish, were fused and cast
In a lovely illumined mesh.
Like a painted window: the best
Suffering burnt through your flesh,
Undressed it and left it blest
With a quivering sweet wisdom of grace: but now
Who shall take you afresh?
Now who will burn you free,
From your body's terrors and dross,
Since the fire has failed in me?
What man will stoop in your flesh to plough
The shrieking cross?
A mute, nearly beautiful thing
Is your face, that fills me with shame
As I see it hardening;
I should have been creul enough to bring
you through the flame. | |
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Posted: 1/12/2006 3:45:42 AM | *I Will
Who knows how long I've loved you
Do you know I love you still
Will I wait a lonely lifetime
If you want me to
I will
For if I ever saw you
I didn't catch your name
But it never really mattered
I will always feel the same
Love you forever and forever
Love you with all my heart
Love you whenever we're together
Love you when we're apart
And when at last I find you
Your song will fill the air
Sing it loud so I can hear you
Make it easy to be near you
For the things you do endear you to me
Oh, you know I will
I will!!!!!!!!!
( The Beatles ) | |
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Posted: 1/18/2006 2:46:19 AM | From American poet Theodore Roethke:
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 proferred hand;
She was the sickle; I, poor I, the rake,
Coming behind her for her pretty sake
(But what prodigious mowing we did 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.) | |
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Posted: 1/18/2006 2:52:40 AM | | John Barleycorn Must Die is a good one as well---Ode to a wee Mousie-kinda sick but what a great wordsmith was Robbie Burns! | |
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Posted: 1/18/2006 6:37:50 PM | This is one of my favorites from Lord of The Rings the books.
All that is gold does not glitter
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep root are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
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J.R.R. Tolkien. | |
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Posted: 1/18/2006 10:25:59 PM | Resume: By Dorothy Parker
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live. | |
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Posted: 1/19/2006 11:21:49 AM | Ok, this poem is written by myself, I usually do not write poems. I am more of a Insperational Short story writer and currently working on 2 books to self-publish!
But here is the poem and sorry it is short!
My Love for you
My love for you,
is strong and true...
It will be there through thick and thin,
bad times and good times.
My love for you,
is always there...
Just like your love for me,
is always there.
My love for you,
gets me through the day...
And your love gets me,
through the week.
My love for you,
brings us closer then friends...
Your my friend and my God,
I want your love forever.
My lover for you,
is true and everlasting...
Your love for me,
is one of a kind.
My love for you is serious and will always be!
I love you!
This is a poem to God!
Please let me know how you like it and Please be truthful!
Thanks! | |
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Posted: 1/19/2006 7:02:55 PM | Paradise Lost
(This passage is Eve speaking to Adam)
With thee conversing I forget all time,
All seasons and their change, all please alike.
Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,
With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun
When first on this delightful land he spreads
His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower,
Glistring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth
After soft showers; and sweet the coming on
Oh grateful evening mild, then silent night
With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon,
And these gems of heav'n, her starry train:
But neither breth of morn when she ascends
With charm of earliest birds nor rising sun
On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower
Glistring with dew, nor fragrance after showers
With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon,
Or glittering starlight without thee is sweet. | |
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Posted: 1/19/2006 10:51:19 PM | Like all little girls, I dreamt when I was five,
Of a man who had my daddy's eyes.
Of knowing he would love me, and keep me safe from harm,
Who has a sense of humor and almost all his charm.
And for all your worrying, and all your loving care,
The woman I've become holds you very dear.
No one can replace you, in the whole wide world,
Even when I'm married I will still be Daddy's Girl. | |
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Posted: 1/21/2006 11:36:11 AM | 4605
“It Must Have Been Love”
03 December 2005
When I can say
“I love you”
and you know
what I mean
Then this love
was never a dream
When you say
“I love you”
and I know
you do understand
There was spirit
grace and poise
to that of a classical band
When we say
to each other now
“I love you”
We both can say
what was in our hearts
Because in this or that
our love was true
© 2005 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares | |
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Posted: 2/13/2006 1:14:24 PM | MY SPECIAL FRIEND
The smell of you lingers,
Deep with in my senses.
The desire to touch,
But not wanting to tease.
The touch of your fingers,
Lessened my defenses.
My needs are such,
My desire to please.
Understand when I offer,
my friendship in hand.
It contains my body, My heart
and my soul to be had.
Should we walk the same path,
and share all the pleasure.
Who knows where it leads,
and the treasures we’ll find.
Friends that turn lovers
Seek only to share
What’s good for each other.
Friends forever are loving and kind.
Copyright 2006
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Posted: 2/13/2006 1:17:58 PM | Love after death
To my dearest friend Robert Searfoss
Robert:
How can I tell you what you already know,
that the oneness we shared,
Was sacred and whole.
At first I didn't want to go on without you,
and I tried so hard not to.
Only to hear your whispers in the wind,
reminding me of the strength
that came from such love.
I know I've been lucky,
because you and I have something,
something stronger,
than the death, that took you from me.
I can hear you saying,
its time to move on.
I feel it in my soul.
Not let go of the love we shared,
or look upon it as sadness.
But to share
what very few have in their hearts.
Copyright ©2005 | |
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Posted: 2/19/2006 11:08:41 AM | I wrote this poem:Baby I Love You
Baby i love you what could i say to make you belive that i love you.baby you know i would do anything for you.i would even rope the moon and stars just for you.baby i would even die for you thats how much i love you. i love you so much i don't want to lose you.your my heart,my soul,my everything.baby i love you when you drive me crazy,i love you when I'm sleeping at night and most nights i cant sleep till i touch your face.baby i love you when i talk to you on the phone just hearing your sweet sexy voice i feel safe and warm and i know I'm the luckiest girl alive to be talking to a sweet guy like you.baby i love you when you say something funny,sweet,mean on Instant messages or in a email.baby if i could go back in time to change anything .the other thing i would change is for me to live closer to you and to be with you as long as i can.baby i love you so much and nothing would ever change that.your the love of my life.when I'm going through a bad time your always there to make me smile even tho it don't make since it still puts a smile on my face.baby your the funniest,caring,loving guy i ever did meet and talk too.baby i love you so much and i hope you can belive me when i say i love you and i want to be your everything and give back what you gave to me .Baby i Love you.  | |
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