Poetry

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  1. Luminosity

    Luminosity No longer a newbie, moving up!

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    Ok this isnt my OWN poetry ( I only WISH it was lol ) .... some of my poetry is on my personal site , under 'Musings' if ya wanted to peek at it....
    THIS , however , is something that made my heart warm and squishy-like when I heard it for the first time .....some of you may be familiar with it .....

    He wishes for the cloths of heaven

    Had I the heavens' 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

    I think , with a few poetic souls that appear to be on this site , that we need a lil thread for poetry .... sooooo guys & girls .... if you have any poetry of your own you wanna share with us .. ;) ....feel free to post it here .. :sillysmi:
     
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    One of my favorites, by Blake...


    The Garden of Love
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    I went to the Garden of Love
    and saw what I ne'er had seen
    A chapel was built in the midst
    where I used to play on the green

    But the gates of this chapel were shut
    and 'Thou shalt not' writ o'er the door
    So I turned the Garden of Love
    that so many sweet flowers bore

    And I saw it was filled with graves
    and tombstones where flowers should be
    And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds
    and binding with briars my joys and desires.
     
  3. Luminosity

    Luminosity No longer a newbie, moving up!

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    I really like that one Sharkman... :love:
     
  4. terri

    terri Administrator Staff Member Supporting Member

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    Must we post only pure poetry? Or is poetry set to music, like...song lyrics, okay? :D
     
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    Thanks Luminosity :)


    The Game

    We had a squirrel once.

    She would take a peanut from our hands
    to hide it in a pile of peanuts.

    It was a simple game
    - and we loved her for it.

    Father played the game too,
    but he played it differently.
    It took years for us to see that something was missing.
    We waded through piles of men;
    he was hiding somewhere else.





    This is one of my favorites:

    Troubled Woman

    She stands
    In the quiet darkness,
    This troubled woman
    Bowed by
    Weariness and pain
    Like an
    Autumn flower
    In the frozen rain,
    Like a
    Wind-blown autumn flower
    That never lifts its head
    Again.

    ~

    by Langston Hughes (1902-1967)

    from [ame=http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/stores/detail/-/books/0679764089/glance/103-6045775-8307862/poemonline/103-6045775-8307862]The Collected Poems of Langston Hughes[/ame]
    by Langston Hughes, edited by Arnold Rampersad and David Roessel




    ... I'm not sure what Luminosity had in mind, but I'd love to see your lyrics.
     
  6. motcon

    motcon TPF Noob!

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    i'm a concretist, but the romanticism is there.....

    you just have to think.

    and feel.

    ______________________________________

    autumn leaves


    once in a while
    i want bad coffee
    semi-sweet
    burnt mocha
    dotted with curdled expired cream
    once in a while
    to remind me of those days
    before the
    albino fawn
    spotted chocolate
    in sugar rain
    -WFC
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    *sigh* ^^^this is why i miss him so much. :cry: :sad anim:
     
  8. Luminosity

    Luminosity No longer a newbie, moving up!

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    Ya betcha Terri ( meanin yes lol ) ! Any sorta passage , be it poetry , song lyrics , limericks ( for the leprechauns amongst us ;) ) etc ...

    That squirrel poem took a turn I wasnt expecting ... its like the squirrel is more of a family member .... was THERE for the family in a way... when the father wasnt. Thats my angle on it , someone else could see a different perspective but thats the sign of good poetry ;). Second one is good too.
    Lol the bad coffee one is great, Motcon ! :sillysmi:
     
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    Karalee hOtLiPs!

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    Its a bit rhymish... but short n sweet

    You remind me of a single white rose
    That gently waves in the breeze as it grows
    You blossom and grow for all to see
    A single white rose, so happy and free

    -Unknown
     
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    just whistle, dahlin'.
     
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    one of my all time favorites (both the poem and the poet):

    somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
    any experience,your eyes have their silence:
    in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
    or which i cannot touch because they are too near

    your slightest look will easily unclose me
    though i have closed myself as fingers,
    you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
    (touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

    or if your wish be to close me, i and
    my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
    as when the heart of this flower imagines
    the snow carefully everywhere descending;
    nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
    the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
    compels me with the color of its countries,
    rendering death and forever with each breathing

    (i do not know what it is about you that closes
    and opens;only something in me understands
    the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
    nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

    e e cummings
     
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    here's a couple...

    here it is, another week, another boring day
    where's the sun and all the fun, i wanna go and play

    I'm stuck inside, trapped in work, sitting on the forum
    i wanna be out, without a doubt, away from all this boredom

    At the beach, down at the pod, i wanna real long cruise
    5000 revs the tacho says that'll kill the blues

    an open road, a bitchin' dub and sun is all i need
    c'mon boss, i wanna day off, don't make me beg and plead

    if she said yeah, i'd be gone and out, I'm a driver thru and thru
    I'm like the others, i'm just a dubber, this is what i do!

    I sit in fields, i grill some snags, i go to lots of shows
    i listen to punk 'n' get real drunk and take some crap photos

    watch the racing, buy some cr*p, a weekend with nowt to do
    'cept chillout with friends on a day with no end.... i can't wait. Can you?


    and an ode to my cat.
    my cat is sat
    on the mat
    and i've just stood
    where he just shat.

    :D
     

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