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Posted: 2/20/2006 2:07:09 AM | I found this poem at : http://www.justourlove.com/poetry/index.php?showtopic=8185
I really like it.
My Reality
When I was but a little girl, my life seemed unworthwhile,
my days were full of sadness and on my face, no smile.
My little heart was broken, more pain then I could stand,
how to take my own life, was something I had planned.
Mornings came and nights went by and so the years went on,
day by day this little girl became, more and more withdrawn.
I grew into a teenage girl trying hard to find my way,
with a loveless life, a hardened heart and a lifetime of betray.
Insecure, with little self esteem, my highschool days began,
I made some friends and fell in love, with a very special man.
My days now filled with laughter, the past seemed but a dream,
but alas, it wasn't meant to be, somehow, it would seem.
Adulthood settled in on me, in a harsh and cruel way,
I found myself alone again, as my true love went away.
I moved away and left behind the man I loved most of all,
leaving there, a big mistake, later I would recall.
The years ahead were filled, with many lonely days and nights,
trying to find my way again, and fighting for my rights.
Some days I felt some happiness, but mostly put up a front,
there was something I was searching for, as if on a treasure hunt.
With hardened heart and stubborness, a loveless life I kept,
only when alone at night, for my true love I wept.
If only I had stuck around and given him some space,
I wouldn't be alone now, but locked in his warm embrace.
The years continued passing, foolish mistakes I made,
I married for security and in great fear I stayed.
I thought about my true love, hoping his life was good,
I wondered if I crossed his mind, in his now adulthood.
I'd always been in love with him, no one could ever take his place,
no one could measure up to him or to his strong, warm embrace.
I longed to feel safe in his arms, that is how he made me feel,
the only time in my whole life, that happiness was real.
It would take a lifetime, to tell how often he crossed my mind,
he was never far away, because my heart, never left him behind.
I knew the day I fell in love him, my soulmate I had found,
when he said "I love you", to my ears, it was the sweetest sound.
When life was just unbarable, and the pain too much to take,
when the realization of a loveless life, would make my heart ache,
I'd go into my fantasy world where I was loved once more,
by the only man I ever loved and the man that I adore.
Although he did not know this, more then once he saved my life,
for in this fantasy world of mine, I was his loving wife.
Although this fantasy world was created, and not at all a reality,
and some might say unhealthy, it was a necessity for me.
I no longer need a fantasy world as it has become my reality,
my true love, my forever soulmate, has now returned to me!
I am blessed and I feel lucky, to have this second chance,
now my life is full of happiness and full of sweet romance.
In all my child and adulthood dreams, of a life that is complete,
nothing can compare to this, my reality, so sweet.
I will never take his love for granted, or ever miss a chance,
to tell him that I love him or share a loving glance.
I will cherish every moment, every kiss and every touch,
he truly is my treasure, this man I love so much.
I won't miss any opportunity, to show him how I feel,
in his heart there'll never be a doubt, my love for him is real.
With much more love then words can say, to him, I dedicate my life,
not in fantasy but reality, to always be his loving "wife".
To care for him, and love him, body, mind and soul,
to bring him happiness always, is my promise and my goal.
With happy soul and loving heart, a life with no deceit,
my Love, my Friend, my Soulmate, now I am complete.
True love has finally captured me, yet not imprisoned me,
The man I love, loves me in return and just because I'm me! | |
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Posted: 2/20/2006 2:35:33 AM | Glass Tears
You told me youd never loved me and that you never cared about me but what about all those time's you would come over and stay for hours sometime's untill 12 midnight, you made me so happy and you made my life so much better when you was around.
You said you never wan't to talk to me or see me again and you said that we never had anything togeather but how come i'm the only one who seem's to, see thing's differnt i may be wrong but wasn't it you who asked me out and who begged me could you come over and meet my family.
Now you say you don't wan't anything to do with me or even see me and i need to leave you alone but i can't because i fell for you and i fell for, all of you'r lie's and you'r charming smile. You said you would never hurt me and you'r not like the rest and that you love me and you'r never leave me but i was stupiod enough to fall for it again, you are the most imporant thing in my life and the only one i have tooken as much hell off of.
You said you'r not like the rest and that you'r not an player and when you'r with a person than she's the only girl you are with and think about and again i fell for it the way kissed me and held me in you'r arm's just felt so real and so right and like i finnaly have found someone, who acturly loved me and didn't need me to change.
Here lately all i seem to be doing is crying everynight before i go to bed i even wake up crying and my heart and chest hurt's so bad all i do is dream about you and see you'r face everywhere i go even tho you'r not there.
I don't see how you can love me for months and then turn around and say you never cared about me and never loved me i thought we was so happy and that you really cared about me but i guess i was to blinded by you'r charm and the way you acted around me as if i was the only girl in you'r heart everyone always asked me why do i take all this hell off of you and how, come i just don't end it right now but the truth is i love you and i never stoped loving you even tho there was time's where i wanted to kill myselve or you but i knew we could get through the problem's.
Everyone was alway's in our problem's and they never let us deal with our problems alone they always found an way to get into our live's and try to control us but we alway's seemed to make it through and how everytime we was togeather you always said i love you but now you say you didn't mean it and that i was just some, girl you used for sex how can you mess with someone's emotion's and their heart when you left me you tore my heart into an million piece's and you never once had any guilt inside you about doing me this way.
Now everytime i'm alone all i can do is think about you and whenever i fall asleep you always on my mind and it just make's it harder because i love you so much and i know i can not have you back i'm not even you'r friend anymore you said i'm the one who ****'s up but the way i see it you'r the one who ****ed up you could have been honest in the start, but you had to go find your selve someone else i never gave my heart to anyone as much as i did you i loved you more than i loved my own life i would have done anything for you.
By:Heather Rae Feazel
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Posted: 2/20/2006 8:35:39 PM | ur Love....is it true??
From the first day we met, I knew it was true...
One day you would Love me, and I would Love You.
It finally happened, and WOW what a RUSH...
Everytime I was around you, I felt myself blush.
The sound of your voice, the scent of your hair...
I would get lost in your eyes, and just sit and stare.
The Love turned from days, and now into years...
Who would have thought, it would end up in tears.
For what was once bright, and guided my way...
How now turned to darkness, and let me astray.
My dreams have been shattered, my hope has been lost...
This price I have been paying, and great is its cost.
I gave you my Heart, it was you that I Love...
I thought you were pure, as white as a Dove.
Promises of Love, we said to each other...
We started our family, and you became a Mother.
Together Forever, was our Promise we made...
Now you with another, as my dreams they all fade.
I look at our children, and the beauty they give...
It gives me a reason, for another day to live.
But there isn't a moment, that I cannot say...
I wish I had noticed, before you went away.
That under the yelling, and accusations you made...
Was a heart that was Lonely, and starting to fade.
My work took my time, my life and my soul...
I thought supporting my family, was my main goal.
So day and night I struggled, always trying to win...
Go home tired and worn, just to wake and do it again.
Meanwhile you waited, teaching our kids right & wrong...
Wish I knew you were lonely, that was it all along.
Then along came another, who made promises too...
That this is something, they would never do.
It wasn't long after that time, you left that late night...
My Heart was exploding, as your Love now took flight.
I shouted I screamed, with tears of blood shed...
How could Love leave me, alone, left for dead?
Its been six months now, and the pain is still here...
Will it stay here forever, I am starting to fear.
Am I here all alone, because my Love was not real?...
Everyday that I wake, its you that I feel.
All I want in my life, revolves around you...
So I and I wonder, Our Love, is it true?
Written by free4thinkin
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Posted: 2/20/2006 10:03:37 PM | That's hillarious aceman97022!! .... Thanks for the laugh!
This poem was written in /87, in the midst of one of my sleepless nights after the man I loved for 14 years shot and killed himself.
Staring into the darkness,
as sleep escapes me once more;
I climb out of my lonely bed,
and silently pace the floor.
Trying not to think of you,
but it happens everytime;
Just when I try to forget for a while,
you go drifting across my mind.
My thoughts of you are never far
your memory lingers there;
In every song I hear your name,
I see your face everywhere.
The sound of your voice rings in my ears,
I feel the touch of your hand;
I still feel you pull me tight in your arms,
I'm trying to understand.
How did I come to love you so,
how can I possibly make this love die;
I just can't do the impossible,
I don't even want to try.
So I crawl back into my lonely bed,
And wipe away my tears;
I look back on all the happy times,
To help drive away my fears.
If all I have are dreams of you,
then I'll guard them like a treasure;
For every thought I have of you,
can only bring me pleasure.
I pull my pillow close to my face,
for I can still smell your scent;
And drift off into this lonely night;
and wonder why you went. /R.I.P J.O. | |
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Posted: 2/20/2006 10:35:27 PM | But...Why??
These are chains of eternity that bind my heart
Within all of this, you have played a part.
When our Love was pure and we were free
You could be you, and I could be me.
Somewhere while we were driving along the road of life
Our focus was lost, and we only saw strife.
Now as I walk with our children, holding their hands
There is one set of footprints, missing in the sand.
We all exchange glances and show how we care
I still can feel the softness of her hair.
The bright cheery smile with a sparkle in her eye
Now is enjoyed by some other guy.
I burn deep inside my Heart with anger and hate
For this is something of which I will never relate.
My thoughts become blank and my words are now silent
You made promises of forever, I thought with good intent.
So I let down my barriers I had built so strong before
How could you become such a lying cheating wh*re.
I wish I had kept driving on that first day
The time when you stole my heart away.
For had I known that you would leave alone
I never would have called you, or picked up the phone.
Now you say you are so happy, it’s all going your way
With tears of loneliness I shed both night and day.
When you ask about my sadness and why its still there
It just sets it deeper inside me, how much you don’t care.
Because if you have to ask such a question as that
It shows your Love was about the size of a knot.
Everyday it hits me, and starts with a cry
I start to believe I want you, But...Why?
Written by free4thinkin
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Posted: 2/21/2006 6:37:03 AM | Master has never... been cold with me, Says "His precious sweet", i will always be.
What He decides for me, always seems so calculated. Hope His soul never tires...
or becomes One so Jaded.
With, but, His sinful grin, i can feel it begin, deep inside at my core,
and then it caves in.
Now, His pleasure is mine, my self-will, i decline. This adoration for Him,
is nothing short of Divine.
And so shall i fall, to His feet, where i kneel my soul finds contentment,
in that moment, surreal.
my soul is now His, as is, my heart and my mind. Owned by a Master None more gentle or kind,still best i obey Him, lest end up confined.
The passion delivered to my lips, with His kiss made me ache as i shivered
from my submissive bliss | |
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j-roc
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Joined: 5/24/2005
Msg: 132 | |
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Posted: 2/27/2006 10:34:01 PM | Envy the Sun
Even the sun with its golden rays
Reaches out to you at the end of the day
To hold you in its warm embrace
And tenderly touch your beautiful face
It covers you in its shimmering glow
To caress you gently before it goes
Then falls at last upon your lips
As if to give you a good night kiss
So I tell you, I envy the sun
For all those things which it has done
While all there is for me to do
Is await the night so I can dream of you.
by Jason Silverthorne | |
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Posted: 3/3/2006 12:36:52 AM | By Robert Lowell:
STREAMERS: 1970
The London windows bloomed with Christmas streamers
twenty-five days before their Christmas Day
I will not see if I can reach New York;
but I was divorced from my passport --
"The Home Office can't keep your passport, it isn't theirs,
it isn't yours even, it's God's, or Nixon's."
Everything gets lost in life's strip-tease --
who stripped for the guards at Auschwitz? They caught whores
good Germans, and married them themselves for Hitler --
one would assume those marriages were consummated;
who'd marry a whore to read 'Mein Kampf' in bed?
After the weddings they packed the wives in planes;
altitude gained, the girls were pushed outdoors --
their parachutes their streaming bridal veils. | |
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Posted: 3/3/2006 12:38:36 AM | Everythings faded everythings turned to black and days seem shorter and the nights seem longer the clouds are turning into black fog right before my very, own eyes my tears i shed fell down as blood drops from an deep open cut.
The day you left took away alot of thing's and i had inside of me it too away my bright cheerful smile when you left all my hope left right along with you, and people don't come by anymore they dont even call just to say hello.
We once had it all and i was once happy i was further up than the sky above us when you said those word's something inside of me died, and when you walked away and not even carring my heart shattered into a million peices.
Everyone says im better off without you and how i could have done alot better than you but no one can see the pain upon my face and no one can see the cold black heart inside of me that was once filled with joy every since the day you left me i have been just, one big mess.
They say i will forget about all the things we had done together and i'll find someone who loves me as much as i love them but i dont see that happening and i cant picture that for one second of my life, living without you is like not being able to breathe and not being able to come out of a comma.
I still cant believe you done the things you did to me and i am trying so hard to find ways to block out all the memorys and all the happy momments, we spent and the tears that i have cryed over you just because you couldn't make up your mind wich one you wanted to be with.
I wake up every morning still expecting things to be back to the way they use to be when you would call me and say hello and that you love me and you are comming, over everytime the phone rings i think its you and my heart starts raceing faster and faster.
It's hard to fall asleep at night now because i miss you so much and its tearing me up on the inside for me to live without you and some people would say i act like your a drug that is hard, to come off of but they don't know how bad it hurt's and they will never know how bad it hurts and they will never know what we had.
Everyone asks me how can i still love you after all the hell and pain you caused me but i'm always wondering what if they was around us all the time and what if, they had saw how happy i was instead of just mouthing stuff off and telling me i can do better than you.
I wonder what would became of us and if we would have made it through the last big problem that was sent ou way and what if we was suppose to beat it, and you just let it overpower our love.
How would you feel if you was on the other side and you was the one haveing to wake up eachday and crying on the inside of the day and not being able, let it out would you have gotten upset if i was the one who have done this to you or you would have just forgive me and look deep inside my soul and know what i was feeling.
You said you would never let anybody or nothing come between what we have and no matter how hard they try to brake our bond we have that is stronger than, any love on this earth that you would stop it before it even comes between us.
The night's are worthless the moon doesn't even look the same and the sun doesn't shine down on me anymore and when people look at me i wonder, if all they can see is the girl who fell inlove with an guy who didn't know what he wanted or a girl who has lost her only chance at being happy.
They tell me that this will pass but i find it hard to believe when my heart is filled with sadness and my eye's do nothing but pour tears down my face like, an storm comming in and the rain falls harder by the minute.
I use to wake up in the happyest mood's i could remember when you would come over and we would be togeather in my room just watching tv or laughing or you would, be freestyling off of something hanging on my wall.
You could alway's make me laugh and you always brought a smile to my face even when the worse has happend in my life and i lost one of my family members that i cared about,i remember the time we talked on the phone around one in the morning and i was so upset because what has just happend and you tryed everything to get me to laugh.
Finnaly you said something really stupid and it wasn't even funny but it somehow made me burst out laughing and a huge smile came across my face. I can remember all the times you held me close and the night you whisperd into my ear that you fixed the one problem we had that came between us and i was so happy, i felt my body just float in some way's because the one thing i had resting onto of my chest like a heavy brick you had gotten rid of it for good.
I can remember all the time's you held me close and the night you whisperd into my ear that you fixed the one problem we had that came between us and i was so happy, i felt my body just float in some way's because the one thing i had resting onto my chest like a heavy brick you had gotten rid of it for good. Then it happend's and something goes wrong and were fighting and we get to the point where neither one of us can stand the other deep down inside i know i still love you and that, this feeling can never change or no one else will be able to take your place.
I would go to bed early at night just so i could wake up before noon and i would be able to see you and hear your voice i remember the first time i saw you, i thought i could never have anyone like you and that you was to perfect and to good for me but you changed the way's i thought you made me see that i had someone i could depend on and someone who would love me just as much as i would them.
Then the day arrived where we was doing nothing but using harsh word's to eachother and wishing for the day we met that it would have never happend i still from this day, do not know why this happend and how come you have had me and someone else.
I thought i was the luckiest girl on the earth because i had found the one i loved and the one who wanted to be with for the rest of my life you even asked me would, i be the mother of you'r child and would i go with you to get your child back.
Now i wonder what all happend to that did we just let it all fade away when we let everyone get in the middle of our problem's and the girl who tryed comming between us finnialy did what she set out to do, she said i would never have you and you will never love me again because you have someone better and you love her and you never really cared about me.
Tell me something was it all just a dream or did i make it up or did we really have an relationship because in my mind and memorys i can still see, the day that we first kissed and the time's you use to hold me in your arm's and tell me that everything will be okay because you love me and your never going to hurt me.
The Unspoken Truth
By:Heather Feazel
8-26-04 | |
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Posted: 3/3/2006 1:22:19 AM | Robert Lowell again:
RATS
That friend of the war years, the Israelite
on my mason's gang at our model jail,
held his hand over the postcard Conneticut
landscape, pocked by prisoners and a few safe human
houses, 'Only man is miserable'.
He was wrong though, he forgot the rats. A pair
in an enclosure kills the rest, then breeds a clan.
Stranger rats with their wrong clan-smell stumble
on the clan, are run squeaking with tails and backs split open
up trees and fences -- they die of nervous shock.
Someone rigged the enclosure with electric levers
that could give the rats orgasms. Soon they learned
to press the levers, did nothing else -- still on the trip,
they died of starvation in a litter of food. | |
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Posted: 3/3/2006 1:26:08 AM | A friend of mine wrote this, I absolutely love this.....
Straw
You can blind yourself with needles
You can take a bath of acid
You can find the rhyme in reason
You can dye a flaccid belly
You can go to space or stay at home
You can dream yourself ecstatic
You can flay your self or dance ‘til dawn
Suicide bomb the mothers union
Take their answers fill their forms
Lose yourself
Become a student
Smash machines and eat a pudding
Play too much or get too bored
Make a joke when it’s not funny
Be revolting be adored
You can do what you like in this life
You are golden
You are straw
Distorted with conflict
I loved myself to death
This world’s a contrick
Bridging space
In time of war
You can do what you like
In this life
You are golden
You are straw
Took the handouts
Got a slap
played the loudmouth
Got the clap
Today is my birthday
It gets better you’ll see
Looking for exits
You’ll be the death of me
You can do what you like in this life
stuff the poor
It’s only a life in gold and blue
I don’t know you
You are straw. | |
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Posted: 3/3/2006 2:44:33 AM | My favourite poem by William Blake
"Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair."
So sung a little Clod of Clay,
Trodden with the cattle's feet,
But a Pebble of the brook
Warbled out these metres meet:
"Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to its delight,
Joys in another's loss of ease,
And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite." | |
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Posted: 3/3/2006 2:48:52 AM | Or how about a great Haiku from ONe Hundred Great Books In Haiku, by David Bader.
This is my favourite.
Don Quixote
Miguel de Cervantes
Dusk - the windmills turn.
Is the Don mad, or are we?
No, it's him all right. | |
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Posted: 3/5/2006 7:24:10 PM | Sonnet CXVI
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments, love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O No! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come,
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out to the edge of doom:
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ or no man ever loved.
William Shakespeare | |
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Posted: 3/13/2006 6:05:13 PM | On that night in the Judean sky the mystic star dispensed its light, a blind man moved and dreamed that he had sight.
A lonesome leaper seldom seen had a vision he was clean.
On that night in the manger stall, slept child and mother cheek by jaw; a harlot dreamed she was safe and secure because a chosen one had made her pure.
Against the black bosomed night diamonds spangled the sky while angels announced the birth of a King.
As the light flickered against the walls, the shadow of the cross loomed over him and he remained under that shadow all his life.
From His loom He can fashion the fleece to curtain the couch of the dying and give dignity and peace.
Upon the looms of Heaven He weaves the delicate tapestry of the rainbow to glisten against the silver lines He laced on the green meadows. The lovely lily's He tacked on the lush green carpet against a backdrop of purple mountains piercing the turquoise sky where set afire by a blazing sun to coat a blue planet with universal light. How can anyone put limits on Him - The Just One.
This one I've started on the miracles of Christ....... hope to finish soon | |
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Posted: 3/26/2006 1:43:15 AM | From the late, great John Berryman, rest his soul. From "Sonnets To Chris":
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Who for those ages ever without some blood
Plumped for a rose and plucked it through its fence?
Till the canny florist, amorist of cents,
Unpawned the peppery apple, making it good
With boredom, back to its branch, as it seems he could, --
Vending the thornless rose. We think our rents
Paid, and we nod. O but ghosts crown, dense,
Down in the dark shop bare stems with their Should
Not! Should Not sleepwalks where no clocks agree!
So I was not surprised, though I trembled, when
This morning groping your hand moaning your name
I heard distinctly drip... somewhere... and see
Coiled in our joys flicker a tongue again,
The fall of your hair a cascade of white flame. | |
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Posted: 3/26/2006 1:55:01 AM | This is MY personal favorite ........
Time Is....
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To slow
For those who wait
To swift
For those who fear
To long
For those who grieve
To short
For those who rejoice
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But for those who love
Time is an eternity
---Henry VanDyke--- | |
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Posted: 3/26/2006 11:02:28 AM | To Brooklyn Bridge
How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest
The seagull's wings shall dip and pivot him,
Shedding white rings of tumult, building high
Over the chained bay waters Liberty--
Then, with inviolate curve, forsake our eyes
As apparitional as sails that cross
Some page of figures to be filed away;
--Till elevators drop us from our day . . .
I think of cinemas, panoramic sleights
With multitudes bent toward some flashing scene
Never disclosed, but hastened to again,
Foretold to other eyes on the same screen;
And Thee, across the harbor, silver-paced
As though the sun took step of thee, yet left
Some motion ever unspent in thy stride,--
Implicitly thy freedom staying thee!
Out of some subway scuttle, cell or loft
A bedlamite speeds to thy parapets,
Tilting there momently, shrill shirt ballooning,
A jest falls from the speechless caravan.
Down Wall, from girder into street noon leaks,
A rip-tooth of the sky's acetylene;
All afternoon the cloud-flown derricks turn . . .
Thy cables breathe the North Atlantic still.
And obscure as that heaven of the Jews,
Thy guerdon . . . Accolade thou dost bestow
Of anonymity time cannot raise:
Vibrant reprieve and pardon thou dost show.
O harp and altar, of the fury fused,
(How could mere toil align thy choiring strings!)
Terrific threshold of the prophet's pledge,
Prayer of pariah, and the lover's cry,--
Again the traffic lights that skim thy swift
Unfractioned idiom, immaculate sigh of stars,
Beading thy path--condense eternity:
And we have seen night lifted in thine arms.
Under thy shadow by the piers I waited;
Only in darkness is thy shadow clear.
The City's fiery parcels all undone,
Already snow submerges an iron year . . .
O Sleepless as the river under thee,
Vaulting the sea, the prairies' dreaming sod,
Unto us lowliest sometime sweep, descend
And of the curveship lend a myth to God.
-- Hart Crane | |
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Posted: 3/27/2006 12:54:19 AM | I love Hart Crane's grand rhetoric.^^ I typed his "The Broken Tower" earlier on this thread.
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From John Berryman's "Sonnets To Chris":
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They may, because I would not cloy your ear--
If ever these songs by other ears are heard--
With 'love'; suppose I loved you not, but blurred
Lust with strange images, warm, not quite sincere,
To switch a bedroom black. O mutineer
With me against these empty captains! gird
Your scorn again above all at this word
Pompous and vague on the stump of his career.
Also I fox 'heart', striking a modern breast
Hollow as a drum, and 'beauty' I taboo;
I want a verse fresh as a bubble breaks,
As little false ... Blood of my sweet unrest
Runs all the same-- I am in love with you--
Trapped in my rib-cage something throes and aches! | |
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Posted: 3/28/2006 2:32:47 AM | Another from Berryman's "Sonnets To Chris". Chris was a woman Berryman had an affair with during the dissolution of one of his marriages. The affair lasted a few months. There are 117 sonnets.
[67]
Faith like the warrior ant swarming, enslaving
Or griding others, you gave me soft as dew,
My darling, drawing me suddenly into you,
Your arms' strong kindness at my back, your weaving
Thighs agile to me, white teeth in your heaving
Hard, your face bright and dark, back, as we screw
Our lives together-- twin convulsion-- blue
Crests curl, to rest .... again the ivy waving.
Faiths other fall. Afterwards I kissed you
So (Chris) long, and your eyes so waxed, marine,
Wider I drowned .... light to their surface drawn
Down met the wild light (derelict weeks I missed you
Leave me forever) upstreaming; never seen,
Your radiant glad soul surfaced in the dawn. | |
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Posted: 3/28/2006 11:26:29 PM | Elizabeth Bishop's "Invitation To Miss Marianne Moore":
From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning,
....please come flying.
In a cloud of fiery pale chemicals,
....please come flying,
to the rapid rolling of thousands of small blue drums
descending out of the mackerel sky
over the glittering grandstand of harbor-water,
....please come flying.
Whistles, pennants and smoke are blowing. The ships
are signaling cordially with multitudes of flags
rising and falling like birds all over the harbor.
Enter: two rivers, gracefully bearing
countless little pellucid jellies
in cut-glass epergnes dragging with silver-chains.
The flight is safe; the weather is all arranged.
The waves are running in verses this fine morning.
....Please come flying.
Come with the pointed toe of each black shoe
trailing a sapphire highlight,
with a black capeful of butterfly wings and bon-mots,
with heaven knows how many angels all riding
on the broad black rim of your hat,
....please come flying.
Bearing a musical, inaudible abacus,
a slight censorious frown, and blue ribbons,
....please come flying.
Facts and skyscrapers glint in the tide; Manhattan
is all awash with morals this fine morning,
....so please come flying.
Mounting the sky with natural heroism,
above the accidents, above the malignant movies,
the taxicabs and injustices at large,
while horns are resounding in your beautiful ears
that simultaneously listen to
a soft uninvented music, fit for the musk deer,
....please come flying.
For when the grim museums will behave
like courteous male bower-birds
for whom the agreeable lions lie in wait
on the steps of the Public Library,
eager to rise and follow through the doors
up into the reading rooms.
....please come flying.
We can sit down and weep; we can go shopping,
or play at a game of constantly being wrong
with a priceless set of vocabularies,
or we can bravely deplore, but please
....please come flying.
With dynasties of negative constructions
darkening and dying around you,
with grammar that suddenly turns and shines
like flocks of sandpipers flying,
....please come flying.
Come like a light in the white mackerel sky,
come like a daytime comet
with a long unnebulous train of words,
from Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning,
....please come flying. | |
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Posted: 4/18/2006 12:49:14 AM | I just finished David Solway's delightful "Chess Pieces". Here's one of the poems:
THE POWERS OF THE PAWN
The king can move a single square
without restriction made
but once he topples from his place,
no ransom can be paid.
The queen, as you might well expect's
a dominating dame;
she does most anything she wants
and quite controls the game.
The bishop is a sly old fox,
strategically oblique;
if there is trouble on the board
he is not far to seek.
And some are fascinated by
that most eccentric knight
who gallops rather awkwardly
but loves a bloody fight.
The stately rook's a mighty piece
and mainstay of the force;
he'll beat the bishop anytime
and overwhelm the horse.
But never underestimate
the powers of the pawn
who can promote into a queen
and put a kingdom on,
or moving humbly up the board,
killing on the side,
outpriest the priest, and leave the knight
without a horse to ride,
and trip the elevated rook
to bring it crashing down,
and nudge the misanthropic queen
into oblivion,
and stop before great Caesar's throne,
a tiny regicide,
and watch a cornered monarch fall,
and ponder how he died. | |
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Posted: 5/1/2006 1:05:38 AM | Peter van Toorn is the Rimbaud of Canadian poetry, I suppose. He wrote one book-- "Mountain Tea"-- in 1984, and I've been waiting patiently for another effort since then.
Here's his "Mountain Kayak":
for Lai K.
[1]
A silver birch by the water she is,
a sure ochre simmer by the brook stones.
Her eyes meet mine with a touch like the rain's,
and a look, like a shiver of lightning.
Straight and black her hair swats along her back,
like a fish hooked to a small fist of string.
The splash of old Hokusai's brush is there
in those crow feathers floating by her brows.
Her skin glows like the inside of a plum,
slack as clear-running honey from a spoon.
Her teeth are even, plump, and glossy,
as cups of quartz full to their milky brims.
The tangerine wheels on juice like her mouth,
and folds its orange pillows like her lips.
Her breasts are velvet as streamed tofu cakes,
with creamy openings like the lotus.
Bamboo has the taper of her fingers,
like the dishes of bone stacked in her spine.
The panels of her nails are like baked glass,
and pink inside as the sharp chokecherries.
The shade in the tent of her knees is cool,
cool as the butter of her calves and thighs.
Her middle has a long slope like a bell's,
her hollows fill up with sound like a drum.
Her steps are smooth though they sink little wells,
primed as the hoof-dents of the roundnosed deer.
Her feet are like the weaver's at the loom,
her ankles the axles of young planets.
[2]
Let the ice crack its knuckles at white bears,
and the wind bake the apples in my cheeks.
I'm sore from twisting in a cold saddle,
roping in crisp fish from my red kayak.
Long are the days and choppy as the waves,
as the sea knocking with salt on my sleeves.
Soon as my paddle stands up in her shed,
my feet can cross the snow on webs of wax.
I'll drag in the logs to buck a blizzard,
and poke the whimper of wood in her stove.
Our pee will burn holes in the snow at night,
frosty as the stars, steamy as the moon.
That comb I carved her out of horn is bright,
bright as the chest of the stag who snapped it.
Now its teeth are full as a young man's smile,
and its bite as deep as day into night.
Lucky if it shares old age by her bed,
and rocks when laughter shakes it on the floor.
Only sages know why pairs are lasting,
or why hair and bone make three out of two.
All poets praise is the magic that's strong,
or their rage lifts beauty's heel like a shoe. | |
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Posted: 5/7/2006 6:18:49 AM | MY DAUGHTER SAYS
© Erica Jong
My daughter says
she feels like a Martian,
that no one understands her,
that one friend is too perfect,
and another too mean,
and that she has
the earliest bedtime
in her whole class.
I strain to remember
how a third grader feels
about love, about pain
and I feel a hollow in my heart
where there should be blood
and an ache where there should
be certainty.
My darling Molly,
no earthling ever lived
who did not feel
like a Martian,
who did not curse her bedtime,
who did not wonder
how she got to this planet,
who dropped her here
and why
and how she can possibly
stay.
I go to bed
whenever I like
and with whomever I choose,
but still I wonder
why I do not
belong in my class,
and where my class is anyway,
and why so many of them
seem to be asleep
while I toss and turn
in perplexity.
They, meanwhile, imagine I am perfect
and have solved everything:
an earthling among the Martians,
at home on her home planet,
feet planted in green grass.
If only we could all admit
that none of us belongs here,
that all of us are Martians,
and that our bedtimes
are always
too early
or too late. | |
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| I FEEL NAUSEATED DAILY WITH THE LOSS OF EACH LIFE.....
Posted: 5/7/2006 8:17:58 AM | A FLOWERS DESIRE
I DO NOT WISH TO FORM A RICH MANS FLOWER VASE
I HAVE NO DESIRE TO ENGAGE THE EYES OF A BASHFUL LASS
DO NOT OFFER ME WITH PRAYERS TO GODS
I, INSTEAD WOULD LIKE TO WAIT AND WITHER
ON ROADSTHROUGH WHICH SOLDIERS GOTO MARTYRDOM
TO OFFER THEMSELVES ON THE ALTER OF FREEDOM
NEERAJ NAYAN | |
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