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Poetry
Sept 26, 2003 22:53:44 GMT -5
Post by OceanWhysper on Sept 26, 2003 22:53:44 GMT -5
Here's the place for you favorite poetry, or your very own works. ;D
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Poetry
Sept 27, 2003 10:39:57 GMT -5
Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Sept 27, 2003 10:39:57 GMT -5
The Last Hero by G.K. Chesterton
The wind blew out from Bergen from the dawning to the day, There was a wreck of trees and fall of towers a score of miles away, And drifted like a livid leaf I go before its tide, Spewed out of house and stable, beggared of flag and bride. The heavens are bowed about my head, shouting like seraph wars, With rains that might put out the sun and cleanse the sky of stars, Rains like the fall of ruined seas from secret worlds above, The roaring of the rains of God none but the lonely love. Feast in my hall, O foeman, and eat and drink and drain, You never loved the sun in heaven as I have loved the rain.
The chance of battle changes - so may all battle be; I stole my lady bride from them, they stole her back from me. I rent her from her red-roofed hall, I rode and saw arise More lovely than the living flowers the hatred in her eyes. She never loved me, never bent, never was less divine; The sunset never loved me, the wind was never mine. Was it all nothing that she stood imperial in duresse? Silence itself made softer with the sweeping of her dress. Oh you who drain the cup of life, oh you who wear the crown, You never loved a woman's smile as I have loved her frown.
The wind blew out from Bergen from the dawning to the day, They ride and run with fifty spears to break and bar my way, I shall not die alone, alone, but kin to all the powers, As merry as the ancient sun and fighting like the flowers. How white their steel, how bright their eyes! I love each laughing knave, Cry high and bid them welcome to the banquet of the brave. Yea, I will bless them as they bend and love them where they lie, When on their skulls the sword I swing falls shattering from the sky. The hour when death is like a light and blood is like a rose, - You never loved your friends, my friends, as I shall love my foes.
Know you what earth shall lose tonight, what rich uncounted loans, What heavy gold of tales untold you bury with my bones? My loves in deep dim meadows, my ships that rode at ease, Ruffling the purple plumage of strange and secret seas. To see this fair earth as it is to me alone was given, The blow that breaks my brow tonight shall break the dome of heaven. The skies I saw, the trees I saw after no eyes shall see. Tonight I die the death of God: the stars shall die with me: One sound shall sunder all the spears and break the trumpets breath: You never laughed in all your life as I shall laugh in death.
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Poetry
Sept 27, 2003 16:47:07 GMT -5
Post by OceanWhysper on Sept 27, 2003 16:47:07 GMT -5
Eldritch I really liked that alot. ;D Thank you for sharing it.
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Poetry
Sept 27, 2003 17:03:24 GMT -5
Post by Ryhla on Sept 27, 2003 17:03:24 GMT -5
Life In The Balance
Cold blood runs Staining the purest flower As death takes it's hold
Darkness sets in While hatred finds it base And the pain grows again
Love is lost Passion is gone Along to the wayside rots
Compassion awaits Benevolence rings As the heart slowly dies
It's hate and love That turns us all As adrenaline sends us high
For life and death That pushes on As the grave awaits for breath
All it comes is balance All it leaves is rebirth Make light and dark for all to see
No more, no more, no more It's all with new beginings For life, for love, for death
written, January 2, 2003 ©Six-Of-Heartstrings
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Poetry
Sept 27, 2003 21:01:26 GMT -5
Post by RowanMoonWynd on Sept 27, 2003 21:01:26 GMT -5
Ryhla..........that was awesome and powerful! Thanks for sharing!
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Poetry
Sept 28, 2003 3:12:42 GMT -5
Post by OceanWhysper on Sept 28, 2003 3:12:42 GMT -5
W.S. Merwin ~~~~~~~~~~~~ TO THE LIGHT OF SEPTEMBER
When you are already here you appear to be only a name that tells of you
and for now it seems as though you are still summer still the high familiar endless summer yet with a glint of bronze in the chill mornings and the late yellow petals of the mullein fluttering on the stalks that lean over their broken shadows across the cracked ground
but they all know that you have come the seed heads of the sage the whispering birds with nowhere to hide you to keep you for later
you who fly with them
you who are neither before nor after you who arrive with blue plums that have fallen through the night
perfect in the dew
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Poetry
Sept 29, 2003 11:39:24 GMT -5
Post by OceanWhysper on Sept 29, 2003 11:39:24 GMT -5
The End and the Beginning Wislawa Szymborska
After every war someone has to clean up. Things won't straighten themselves up, after all.
Someone has to push the rubble to the side of the road, so the corpse-filled wagons can pass.
Someone has to get mired in scum and ashes, sofa springs, splintered glass, and bloody rags.
Someone has to drag in a girder to prop up a wall, Someone has to glaze a window, rehang a door.
Photogenic it's not, and takes years. All the cameras have left for another war.
We'll need the bridges back, and new railway stations. Sleeves will go ragged from rolling them up.
Someone, broom in hand, still recalls the way it was. Someone else listens and nods with unsevered head. But already there are those nearby starting to mill about who will find it dull.
From out of the bushes sometimes someone still unearths rusted-out arguments and carries them to the garbage pile.
Those who knew what was going on here must make way for those who know little. And less than little. And finally as little as nothing.
In the grass that has overgrown causes and effects, someone must be stretched out blade of grass in his mouth gazing at the clouds.
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Poetry
Sept 29, 2003 11:45:53 GMT -5
Post by OceanWhysper on Sept 29, 2003 11:45:53 GMT -5
Before the World Intruded Michele Rosenthal
Return me to those infant years, before I woke from sleep,
when ideas were oceans crashing, my dreams blank shores of sand.
Transport me fast to who I was when breath was fresh as sight,
my new parts — unfragmented — shielded faith from unkind light.
Draw for me a figure whole, so different from who I am. Show me now
this picture: who I was when I began.
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Poetry
Oct 11, 2003 16:54:06 GMT -5
Post by Tellyna on Oct 11, 2003 16:54:06 GMT -5
Because of You
The ocean the waves so mighty and blue But the mightiest thing is my heart beats for you I sit here and stare at the leaves on the trees But still I know my need is for you The wind in my hair the air in my breath Was all I could want before I found you But now I know that fire can die As will I if you leave from my side My spirit soars so high in the sky And it's because of you I have learned to fly
And the neatest thing is the fact that this is actually original! I'm so proud of myself! ;D
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Poetry
Oct 13, 2003 17:18:38 GMT -5
Post by OceanWhysper on Oct 13, 2003 17:18:38 GMT -5
Answers
Falling down into the deep For finding answers is what I seek To know myself and not be afraid Hoping to keep myself sane The truth is out there this I know Because I must have this ray of hope For to make a step without a map Might be my true folly that I cannot grasp Faith and trust is my guild To find all that this life has to hide Keeping my center is my goal Until the path before me unfolds
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Poetry
Oct 18, 2003 12:17:31 GMT -5
Post by Cora Goldstar on Oct 18, 2003 12:17:31 GMT -5
those are nice poems ya'll! ;D
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