Favourite Poems....

[17th Angel]

Inlove, Didn't wish to swamp your "I love....." Thread... Sorry about that, I tend to do that.. Too much.

~You will come one day in a waver of love,
Tender as dew, impetuous as rain,
The tan of the sun will be on your skin,
The purr of the Breeze in your murmuring speech,
You will pose with a hillflower grace.
You will come with your slim, expressive arms,
A poise of the head no sculptor has caught.
And nuances spoken with shoulder and neck,
your face in a pass and repass of moods,
As many as skies in delicate change.
Of cloud and blue and flimmering sun.
Yet.
You may not come, O girl of a dream,
We may but pass as the world goes by..
And take from a look of eyes into eyes,
A film of hompe and... a memoried day....~

[InLove]

"Flimmering." Gotta love it.

I kinda like this one--probably one of his better known:

Happiness

I asked the professors who teach the meaning of life to tell me what is happiness.
And I went to famous executives who boss the work of thousands of men.
They all shook their heads and gave me a smile as though I was trying to fool with them
And then one Sunday afternoon I wandered out along the Desplaines river
And I saw a crowd of Hungarians under the trees with their women and children
and a keg of beer and an accordian.

[17th Angel]

Yah thats a pretty awesome one! I like how... The most simple... And seemingly plain things can bring happiness eh? Hey, you ever write a poem? I got loads stored up from when I was a kid, perhaps I'll get the dusty folder out and post some on here... I think they are mostly depressing poems though.... *sighs* kids.....

[InLove]

Poems? Ya want poems?

Original material?

Lemmee see now...I gotta think about this. It may take some time. Don't want to embarrass myself too much.

And I gotta take into account that this is my beloved lounge....

I'd love to read some of yours!

InPeace,
InLove

[17th Angel]

"It may take some time. Don't want to embarrass myself too much. And I gotta take into account that this is my beloved lounge.... "

Yuuuup you got your reputation to uphold Heh, Nothing to be embarrased about. A poem is something that is beautiful... No matter what the topic or the contents... You can't look at one poem then compare to another and say one is good one is bad. Poems tend to be peoples experiences and emotions... I'd love to hear some poem by Inlove No rush or pressure! If you don't want to write one thats cool... lol. But sure tomorrow I will carry my old poems to work and see what I can filter out of them.

[InLove]

Okay--me too!

I guess for now I will jump off CR for a while. I am supposed to be cleaning out another closet, but in truth (InLove looks around for signs of J.H.) I am going to go watch a rerun of "Judging Amy" first. (I know you don't watch the telly, but if you ever do, that's a pretty good story to follow.)

InPeace,
InLove

[Cage]

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind
and floats downstream till the current ends
and dips his wing in the orange suns rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
can seldom see through his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and his feet are
tied so he opens his throat to sing.


The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.


The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the
sighing trees and the fat worms
waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and
he names the sky his own.


But a caged bird stands on the
grave of dreams his shadow shouts
on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are
tied so he opens his throat to sing.


The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.



17th do happen to listen to StoneSour? Cory has a poets heart, man and one of his most recent songs is frakin splendiferous, lol!

Heres partial lyrics to the song I'm talking about: It's called "Through Glass"

I'm looking at you through the glass...
Don't know how much time has passed
Oh, god it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever
Feels like home sitting all alone inside your head

How do you feel? That is the question
But I forget.. you don't expect an easy answer
When something like a soul becomes
Initialized and folded up like paper dolls and little notes
You can't expect a bit of hope
So while you're outside looking in
Describing what you see
Remember what you're staring at is me. . .

[Prober]

Grass
Carl Sandberg
Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.
Shovel them under and let me work -
I am the grass; I cover all.
And pile them high at Gettysberg
And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun.
Shovel them under and let me work.
Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor:
What place is this?
Where are we now?
I am the grass.
Let me work.

[Prober]

And...Robert Frost...

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

and sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveller, long I stood

and looked down one as far as I could

to where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

and having perhaps the better claim

because it was grassy and wanted wear;

though as for that, the passing there

had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

in leaves no feet had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --

I took the one less travelled by,

and that has made all the difference

[InLove]

I see this thread has taken off. (By the way, there are three or four existing poetry threads in the lounge, but there is always room for another. Just thought I'd mention that, in case anyone wanted to look around.)

Well, I don't know about posting my stuff here on the same thread with folks like Sandburg and Frost. Most of mine is pretty old--wrote a lot in the 80's (which means I was very young at the time. And most of my stuff has at one time or another been accompanied by music, so mostly, it rhymes. There is some I won't post here, either because it is maybe too provocative, or was written to a particular person at a particular time, or it involves a lot of religious speculation or politics. Okay-never mind-there's nothing left! Just kidding.

Anyway--here goes one of them that might work here:


Shadows On The Light

You know, I couldn't sleep last night
For want and need of a friend;
My mind's eye stuck; it wouldn't shut,
And the storm rains trickled in.
In a vision I saw my brother
By the gate on the other side,
Considering a way and then another
Perhaps to come inside.
Within my grip I held the key
And never had the thought
Of stepping to the wrought-iron door
And twisting free the lock.

Loneliness is deaf to hear its own footsteps in flight;
And deafness casts fear on the darkness
And shadows on the light.

The winds blew from the east last night,
Shaking up the trees;
The waters raged like beasts of fright,
Stirring up the seas.
In a vision I saw my brother
Reaching out his hand--
In a heartbeat, the flood lay cover
And swept him away like sand.
Too late, emerging from myself,
Too late I had the thought
Of stepping to the wrought-iron door
And twisting free the lock.

Loneliness is deaf to hear its own footsteps in flight;
And deafness casts fear on the darkness
And shadows on the light.

(copyrighted material, 1986)

[InLove]

By the way (this is on my heart to say), on one of those other threads which has some great stuff on it, I messed up and posted something totally inappropriate for the location. I was fairly new then, and maybe I did not fully understand how to behave at the time. Just wanted to say that. (Sorry, Vaj). That's why I am being careful on this one.

Needed to apologize.

InPeace,
InLove

[Prober]

Oops! Was this for original poems? I may be in trouble...

(Starts digging through old scratchings for something worth posting)

"Loneliness is deaf..." Really love that line InLove.

[InLove]

Hey Prober--thanks!

I don't think it has to be original (I posted Sandburg earlier, too.) Just any poetry you like or you have written. Angel just started with Carl as a spin-off from another conversation. I look forward to some of your stuff, though, if you'd like to post it.

InPeace,
InLove

[Cage]

InLove, I Loved your poem! It was wonderful! The rhyme scheme was excellent, the line breaks fitting, and the way you strung the words into such meaning, beautiful.

Here's an old favorite of mine. I wrote a few years ago while thinking about the families of lost soldiers.


‘Casualties Of War’


The stench of moth balls
arose from the chest,
containing war time relics,
and full military dress.

His dog tags were tucked
safely away in a box.
I found the medal of honor,
and his olive drab socks,

pictures, and letters
to my dear Ma Maw,
and the American flag
that buried my Paw.

War time treasures
both bitter and sweet.
The war took his life
before we could meet.

Some tears were shed
when I opened that chest
I’ve now seen my paw
at his heroic best.

He died for liberty,
so we could be free
Yes, he was a hero
if only to me.

[wil]

12.28.2005

Perceptions

I:
:backed up
:against the wall
who:
:created the feeling
:created the wall
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