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Love poetry & I absolutely love the poems with rhyme-it gives the poem life,a heartbeat.The following is a poem I have written.

Loving You
To be in love with you-
on this very day.
Is like feeling the flutter-
of a picturesque spring day.
I feel it in the depths of my soul:
an immortal flame embering inside.
It's displayed upon my face,
the smile I cannot hide.
The world lays dormant-
whenever you are near.
All is silent with lustful passion-
your heart is the only sound I hear.

Posted by: beautifulsoul1975 at January 25, 2010 3:36 PM

The Arrival

She waits and hopes,
One day he will arrive.
He will be worn but smiling
And hold her warmth in his heart.

His eyes will shine bright spring flowers
When he gazes on her,
And his words and love surround her
Seeping into her soul.

She stands
Head back, hands to the sun
Swallowing the heat,
Thinking of him.

She waits and hopes.

Posted by: suzieqt6 at December 9, 2009 3:14 PM

Love

The angels have bought me a love,
To cherish my heart,
To feed my soul.
Your love covers my body like
The warmest, safest cloth.
A cloth made from your life
Each tiny thread holds
Grace, respect and adoration.
My heart is yours, to keep and hold
To protect and nourish,
Till the angels carry us away

Posted by: suzieqt6 at December 9, 2009 3:13 PM

What is this
Faint caress of winged feeling
on heart grown sore
with longing?
Is this love
that touches my fragile
hope?
Is this my heart
and mind
in perfect time
keeping company
with joy?

copyright Maggie Summers 2009

Posted by: fullmoonmagic at October 25, 2009 11:45 AM

Hug me till you drug me, honey
Kiss me till I'm in a coma:
Hug me, honey, snuggly bunny
Love's as good as soma.

Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

Posted by: memoryofkisses at October 21, 2009 11:31 PM

I wish I had the words to say,
How much I love thee and in what way.
My words desert when I see your face,
But in my heart they have their place.
My heart it speaks through poems true,
But I wish I could say these words to you.
Your smile it makes me want to cry,
Like an angels whispered lullaby.
Your voice so tender and so sweet,
Makes wish to lay at your feet.
In future years as time goes past,
I know these feelings strong will last.
But for now, I know I love you,
And hope these written words shall do.

Posted by: rxdriver at September 12, 2009 5:22 PM

Tear drops on a sunlit pillow
Feelings hang like a weeping willow.
Memories of a night before,
Crash back upon a closing door.
Blocks returning to my wall,
From around my heart you made them fall.
My defenses down, you then let loose,
Tightening around my neck, the noose.
My precious heart you did destroy,
Chew'd up, spat out like a dog toy.
I can not loose, you will not win,
To cheat ones heart a mortal sin.
I told the truth, I tried to lie,
My love for you no alibi
Now in the morning light I lay
Praying dawn keep sorrow away.
To stop my heart from hanging low,
To dry tear drops on a sunlit pillow.

Posted by: rxdriver at September 12, 2009 5:18 PM

Sonnet
by Gerald Gould

The creeping hours have caught us unawares,
And while we yet stand breathless from the thrill
Of the warm noon, the twilight wide and chill
Has stol'n the colour from the golden airs:
The dead and equal light of evening bares
The world of shade ere shade shall have its fill;
And the vague gleams on river, fold, and hill
Are lost and lonely as unanswered prayers.

Draw closer to me, dear: the greater need
Must breed the greater solace. All about
The moods and marvels of the day go out
Like candles blown upon: the heat, the speed,
Are sped: but all things brung their own redress,
And love that's weary is not love the less.

Posted by: vwxyz10 at August 2, 2009 10:08 PM

angela11 - Melanie

"Lay down"
and very good version of :
"Ruby Tuesday"
Better then the Rolling Stones version I think

Posted by: stephen54 at June 4, 2009 9:34 PM

The Embrace

I smile as you take my hand and pull me towards you
enfolding me into your arms as if it's there I belong.
The feelings which envelop me as I feel your strength
are overpowering as a result of a love so strong

You move you hand up to stroke my hair as your eyes
gaze into mine, your mouth calls out to me for my lips
and as I softly kiss you, I feel your touch upon
my face as you caress me with your fingertips

We stand there for what seems like an eternity,
blocking out the world in the depths of our embrace
so passionate, taking but a moment to pause slightly
as each takes a breath, drinking in the others face

Together we return to the kiss which is as intoxicating
as the effect of a few drinks of red wine pleasantly mature.
We draw apart slowly and once again you take my hand
leading me into the bedroom..smiling as you close the door

Posted by: sweetmixture at May 4, 2009 12:27 AM

The Gentleman and The Lady

He takes her small hand that she freely gives
although she turns her head looking away,
She trembles as she succumbs to his much wanted touch
and the words just won't come that she wants to say.

They walk through the night their bodies so close,
their senses are heightened, passions are arising,
Hearts pounding as they both become extremely aware
of their desires, but hardly surprising.

So many things to talk about
Their mouths unlocked the words escape,
Their wants and their needs � yes it all just flows out
as they wander together right down to the lake.

The water looks black and ever so cold,
as he pulls her towards him he feels her heat.
She feels him so strong against her small frame
as their mouths together softly meet.

Their tongues ignite a flicker of flame
and from her mouth comes a low husky sound.
He pulls her towards him even closer now
as they slide gently down onto the ground

Warm hands now clutch at her small cold breast,
no more denials and no more stress,
Moaning softly as he deeply kisses her,
she ardently responds to his eager caress.

She begs him to take her, she was his
To do with as he would,
But always a gentleman he did resist
just as a gentleman should

The moon shines bright with just enough light
to see a tear on his maiden�s sweet face.
He wipes it away with such gentle concern
then they cling in one final embrace.

How would he survive now, going away
without his fair lady beside him,
A token of love he then offers to her
as he farewells his lovely Corinne.

He picks up his steed and gallops away,
with one more last wave he was lost in the mist,
She hugs that dear token so tight to her heart
and remembers the passion of that farewell kiss.

�My love�s your forever� she whispers to him
as she sees him fade into the night,
And when you return I�ll be waiting for you
this love so divine will be worth all our plight.

She turns to head home, her head low with despair,
his love there beside her all the way,
Her lips curve a smile on her face pretty and fair
As she thinks of their future together one day!

Ann D

Posted by: sweetmixture at May 1, 2009 8:34 AM

Take down from the shelf and consider again the poetry within Shakespeare's plays to be pleasantly surprised - Romeo & Juliet - somewhat plot-driven and yet so inspirational! Contemporary poets/lyricists have appropriated R&J and their words resonate just as the tragedy continues to - Taylor Swift "Its a Love Story" - I challenge any female and some new age men NOT to be moved - or Dire Straits 'Juliet' is so emotive. Even George Harrison 'My guitar gently weeps' draws upon the form 'I watch from the wings - the play you are staging - As I'm sitting here, doing nothing but ageing". Unrequited love - captured with rhyme - sublime ...

Posted by: simplysummer at April 23, 2009 10:10 PM

"Desire" by D. H. Lawrence is a different poem. Trust me, I have it in a book of his poetry and I would never get something like that wrong...."Ah, in the past, towards rare individuals I have felt the pull of desire..."

Posted by: britishracinggreen at April 19, 2009 7:55 PM

Enduring Love

As I move through each day in a world of my own
It becomes very clear that I'm living alone.
I come home from work at the end of the day
No word of a greeting, "hello"! you would say,
I enter inside to a really quiet place
No warm glance or a smile on your face

I wander through the house, make some tea and sit down,
Thoughts of you cloud my mind and the pain makes me frown.
I sit there with eyes closed, thinking of you,
Wishing once more to see your eyes so blue
The knife cuts my heart and I weep for what's lost
Even though a relief, there has been such a cost

My love, my heart aches, eyes swollen with tears,
Thoughts of being without you sums up all my fears
My body aches for your slow gentle touch
We were so in tune and I loved you so much.
I have to move on but my feet are like lead
Why is it so hard to get you out of my head?

If you were here now you would kiss all my tears
And comfort me so like you've done through the years
You would hold me so close when I needed you so
I need you right now more than you'll ever know.
I feel you beside me now I am weary and worn,
Your kisses transcend me even though I'm forlorn,
Your arms draw me near and hold me ever so tight,
If you don't let me go I might get through the night.
As I sit and imagine these visions of you
I understand that you're waiting too
For you know that we'll meet once again in that time
When my soul will depart from this body of mine
So reach out for me anyway that you can
Will me your love, for I know there's a plan ,
Just for me, until it's my time to go
Encourage me to take that step, now I know
That you'll never leave me or deprive me of love
It's here in my heart as you smile from above.

All the time in the world doesn't heal all the pain
But there's bound to be sunshine right after the rain
How lucky I was to have loved you so long
Ah that love always true ever helps me be strong.
We shared you and I such a portion of life,
You as my husband and I as your wife!

Whatever's ahead in the future for me,
Because of your love my spirit is free
To love once again when the timing is right
New adventures to share, romance in the night.
My life so much better for having known you,
I'll move on, be content, new goals I'll pursue
And then only then will you release me and say
You were loved, go move on, for I must away!!!!!

(Written by Ann Jan 2007)

Posted by: sweetmixture at April 14, 2009 1:57 PM

Who Knows

Who knows which way our life will go
The various twists and turns,
The path which once seemed safe & straight
Now curves, presenting new concerns

Who knows about friendships we'll encounter in life
If they will remain true or stay but a while,
Some will just blossom then come to a halt,
While others build slowly and cause us to smile

Who knows if dreams possibly one day will come true
Or if they will only stay dreams,
For now they may be all that some of us have
But for others life changes, anew so it seems

Who knows if we are part of some pre-destined plan
Or if fate comes about from controlling it so,
Should we just let things be, or should we give them a push!
If we do not try, would we ever know?

Who knows?

Sweet Mixture Jan 2009

Posted by: sweetmixture at April 13, 2009 2:19 AM

Love is like a lamb, and love is like a lion;
Fly from love, he fights; fight, then does he fly on;
Love is all on fire, and yet is ever freezing;
Love is much in winning, yet is more in leesing:
Love is ever sick, and yet is never dying;
Love is ever true, and yet is ever lying;
Love does doat in liking, and is mad in loathing;
Love indeed is anything, yet indeed is nothing.
Thomas Middleton

Posted by: taurusclassicus at April 11, 2009 3:22 PM

"My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun -In Corners" means her life was like a loaded gun waiting to be fired/lived as a loaded gun has to be used/fired pretty soon. -in the corners" means the gun/life was waiting, like a lady waiting in a corner of a ball room to be envited to a dance, or anything one puts away.

Posted by: taurusclassicus at April 11, 2009 3:14 PM

Stephen54, The thumb in the poem is perhaps as in Rome at the end of gladiator battles, when pointing down means death. The Yellow Eye is possibly a Tiger Eye stone worn by Roman soldiers for protection and may mean a "warrier's eye" or just jaundice to the foes.
The last lines mean she can not die by her own desire, though she can kill but not herself, as she would desire, if the master dies before her. So she doesn't want to outlive the master.

Posted by: taurusclassicus at April 11, 2009 3:07 PM

Hmmm - but by a friend of Wordsworth's?

"All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
All are but ministers of Love,
And feed his sacred flame."

Posted by: lafileuse at April 8, 2009 12:03 PM

Hmmmm - Maybe

"Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame;

It is the reflex of our earthly frame,

That takes its meaning from the nobler part,

And but translates the language of the heart. "

But it's not by Lawrence.

Posted by: stephen54 at April 8, 2009 12:30 AM

Posted by: willow29 at January 23, 2009 2:26 PM .........I agree... personification of an inanimate object....and when i speak the mountains reply ( acoustics)
.. my life depends upon him living even though i have to power to end life, i don't have the power to end mine, so i will protect his life and sleep unpon the eider pillow next to his head & protect him from his enemies.
don't have any idea what a 'YellowEye 'emthatic Tumb means .. these are capitalised so maybe someone with literary expirience can explain it so we can move on.

Posted by: angela11 at March 30, 2009 11:13 PM

"Desire," by D.H. Lawrence - pretty much sums me up.

Tried to reproduce it here, but when I previewed it before posting, all the lines and stanzas were joined into one ugly paragraph.

Posted by: britishracinggreen at March 6, 2009 6:08 PM

Good night, sweet Princess, and may flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!

Yes I know! but I was not reciting it to a male!

Posted by: stephen54 at February 5, 2009 11:57 PM

Posted by: stephen54 at January 20, 2009 11:06 PM

I'm not sure what it means, either, but it sounds angry to me. It seems doubly so, since it is hard to imagine why a woman of the 1800s would think of herself as a loaded gun unless it was an expression of anger. If I remember high school American lit. correctly, she was reclusive, so "My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun -In Corners" sounds like a description of her life. She was a spinster, so if she is describing a lover, it must be imaginary. Maybe describing herself as a loaded gun, she is describing herself as a writer ... her words would be immortal.

Posted by: lafileuse at February 4, 2009 6:17 PM

Posted by: iaminperth at January 16, 2009 10:56 PM

..and here's to Boofer, may he live a comfortable and well fed life! :)) a

Posted by: angela11 at January 29, 2009 3:07 PM

Is is as complex as that, Stephen? Maybe she simply wrote the poem from the point of view of the gun? It has the power to kill, but not to die.

Posted by: willow29 at January 23, 2009 2:26 PM

Not sure about this one -

As in I'm not sure what it means!

A lover and protector who can't die, so his/her life is meaningless and/or unendurable.

But made meaningful by the lover who will die?

As an aside - I think the (1980's?) movie "The Highlander" explored this issue - with music by "Queen" the song theme being as I recall - "Who wants to live forever?"

Anyway:

Emily Dickinson:

My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun -
In Corners - till a Day
The Owner passed - identified -
And carried Me away -
And now We roam in Sovereign Woods -
And now We hunt the Doe -
And every time I speak for Him -
The Mountains straight reply -

And do I smile, such cordial light
Upon the Valley glow -
It is as a Vesuvian face
Had let its pleasure through -

And when at Night - Our good Day done -
I guard My Master's Head -
'Tis better than the Eider-Duck's
Deep Pillow - to have shared -

To foe of His - I'm deadly foe -
None stir the second time -
On whom I lay a Yellow Eye -
Or an emphatic Thumb -

Though I than He - may longer live
He longer must - than I -
For I have but the power to kill,
Without--the power to die--

Posted by: stephen54 at January 20, 2009 11:06 PM

By Chivalries as tiny,
A Blossom, or a Book,
The seeds of smiles are planted --
Which blossom in the dark.

(by Emily Dickinson)

Posted by: ahappyending at January 19, 2009 2:44 AM

Going back a few posts -

The Highwayman is my ALLLL time favourite poem. It haunts me. Sometimes I feel like the Highwayman, other times the Innkeeper's Daughter, other times Tim the Ostler, other times the Redcoats.

I know this poem word for word and one day would love to recite it in front of an audience (shy as I can be) - what a kick - but would want it to be in a suitable location . . . .

I think my favourite parts are as follows:

Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs in the golden noon, wine-red was his velvet coat
When they shot him down in the highway,
Down like a dog in the highway,
And he lay in his blood in the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.

And still on a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a gypsy's ribbon looping the purple moor,
The highwayman comes riding--
Riding--riding--
The highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.

Oooooo, I just love it!!

Posted by: glitteringblue at January 17, 2009 7:19 PM

To all my lovely friends on rsvp thankyou for touching my world bringing friendship companionship and kinship to help light my way forward..
Its time for me tho to head off on another direction in life for a bit and leave the wonderful world of poetry and song here.
May you all be blessed both in life and in all you do...Lots of smiles and hugs

My special poem..

There is a little white dove
flying in the sky...
She flies very far
and she flying very high..
She is the sign of peace and love
and hope and feeling free
may your way be touched
by her beauty in life..
I wont forget you all
may you also remember me...

Love and light..
Nel :))) xxx

Posted by: enchantinel at January 17, 2009 9:51 AM

Hi Angela, The dead body box. We didn't have one of them but we did have a box for teeth that had fallen out and boy did that pong after a few years. I think it was the most expensive smelly container I have ever had in my house. Horace was a large spider with hairy legs but he was so honest and such a hardworker. He couldn't help that he was born in a way that repulses a lot of people. He was always a gentle soul and never imposed but my mum hated him with a passion. Funny isn't it, you could have a nasty aggressive animal or person around because it's pretty but can;'t have a hardworking honest spider because he was considered ugly. We now have a rat named Boofer who visits and he is a good rat and doesn't do naughty stuff so we feed him each night and chat to him and all my animals sit and watch with amazement whilst Boofer chomps on his food. We think he's a rat, we really think he's a rat but still not 100% sure but we like him anyway because he is pretty friendly and he comes to visit us each night and we give him food. I can nearly touch him when I have food in my hand so it's all good and enjoyable. I think he is wild, but not sure as maybe he has been a pet....no idea but I am not going to stress him by trying to take pictures and we like him visiting us.

Posted by: iaminperth at January 16, 2009 10:56 PM

Hi Perth, Great story, long live Horace. My sister had a budgie called Horace and she lives in Perth....uumm strange.
Alexander beetle was a song on one of Melanie's albums, I used to sing it with my daughter when she was little, in fact it inspired me to start a collection of insects for her. We had a beautiful Christmas beetle we put in a matchbox and called Alexander, and a ice cream container we called the 'dead body box', it smelt after a while but she kept for years.
Happy new year A :))

Posted by: angela11 at January 16, 2009 10:20 PM

I remember Melanie, she was a poet. I loved her little songs, they were great. I can relate to having a little beetle. I had a spider named Horace and he lived under my dining table. Horace used to eat all the mosquitoes and I got to love him. My mother hated him as she thought he would jump on her. I explained there was no way he would because he didn't fancy her at all. Horace lived with us for years and when we moved I took Horace out and put him in a tree and I hope he found a new home. Whilst he lived with us he was extremely respectful and never came out and frightened people, just lived his life working away and living happily under our dining table.

Posted by: iaminperth at January 16, 2009 9:21 PM

I had a little beetle,
and beetle was his name
I called him Alexander
and he answered just the same.
I put him in a matchbox
and I kept him all the day
till..;.
someone let my beetle out
she went and let my beetle out,
Nannie let my beetle out
and beetle ran away.

Melanie .. 1970 something.

Posted by: angela11 at January 16, 2009 8:40 PM

Diamonds...

But haven't we always known?
The shimmer of trees, the shaking of flames
every cloud lined with something
clean water sings
right to the belly
scouring us with its purity
it too is awash with diamonds

"so small that trillions could rest
on the head of a pin"

It is not unwise then to say
that the air is hung close with diamonds
that we breathe diamond
our lungs hoarding, exchanging
our blood sowing them rich and thick
along every course it takes
Does this explain
why some of us are so hard
why some of us shine
why we are all precious

that we are awash in creation
spumed with diamonds
shot through with beauty
that survived the death of stars


by Pat Mayne Ellis
(poem appeared in a book entitled Cries of the Spirit).
:)))Nel

Posted by: enchantinel at January 15, 2009 9:33 PM

Well it's not poetry - but I like it - writing from memory:

" It was the devious crusing Rachael, that in her search after her missing children, found only another orphan"

The last lines from Moby Dick.

Posted by: stephen54 at January 14, 2009 12:50 AM

Posted by: stephen54 at January 10, 2009 1:10 AM

Well, neither could live without the other, but I think she thought he'd survive and wouldn't end the way he did.

(... and damn that Tim the ostler, anyway!)

Posted by: lafileuse at January 11, 2009 8:53 AM

The Highway Man - One of the most evocative English poems I think.

She dies to save him maybe knowing that he can't live without her.

Posted by: stephen54 at January 10, 2009 1:10 AM

Just read this today, it took my breath away

"it was also her nature that caused her letters to avoid emotional pitfalls and confine themselves to relating the events of her daily life in the utilitarian style of a ship's log. In reality they were distracted letters, intended to keep the coals alive without putting her hand in the fire, whle Florentino Ariza burned himself alive in every line. Desperate to infect her with his own madness, he sent her miniaturist's verses inscribed with the point of a pin on camellia petals. It was he, not she, who had the audacity to enclose a lock of his hair in one letter, but he never received the response he longed for which was an entire strand of Fermina Daza's braid"

Gabriel Garcis Marquez
LOVE IN THE TIME OF CHOLERA

Colleen

Posted by: fifilafume at January 9, 2009 6:42 PM

I always liked this stanza best

Tlot-tlot Tlot-tlot, had they heard it?
The horse hooves ringing clear
Tlot-tlot Tlot-tlot in the distance
Were they deaf that they did not hear?

Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill
The highwayman came riding
riding, riding
The redcoats looked to their priming, she stood up straight and still.

Tlot-tlot in the frosty silence, Tlot-tlot in the echoing night
Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light.
Her eyes grew wide for a moment, she drew one last deep breath.
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shattered the moonlight
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him, with her death.

Posted by: moniquen at January 9, 2009 3:49 PM

...lovely, Nel...and keep in mind that you have returned to where you came from richer in many ways for your recent journies, both mental and physical...and are at the right place to keep moving forward:))

Posted by: istj54 at January 9, 2009 7:01 AM

Moving Forward
by Nel

Sitting here I wonder
what has become of me..
The journey as it opens
the flower of destiny...
The memories shared
the blessings bestowed,
the time has passed
and the shadows have grown.
Yet standing still with my
head held high,
I reach for the stars
that gaze from the sky..
I know in my heart
what will be will be,
I have faith in my spirit
as it is finally set free..
To carry me on to yet
another day,
of wonder and blessings
and beauty brought my way..

The time has come to pass,
the seasons forevermore change,
the winds of time that
we know only too well,
have brought the blessings in life.
I see with my eyes wide open
I gaze upon myself,
I seek my true identity.
the magickal deep inner core
the very things that have taught
me well, balance the scales
and all will be restored...
With grace, humility, faith
and an open mind,
heart in my hands,
and accepting of fate ever
blessed to be by its side,
To the next chapter we go
unfolding with each breath,
I shall open my arms widely
For this life
we are truly blessed...
(Neralie 2008)
Written the night before leaving my lovely farm to say goodbye to hopes, dreams, past, to move forward to the dreams and visions of today and let go at last..
:)) Nel

Posted by: enchantinel at January 8, 2009 10:48 PM

Posted by: stephen54 at January 6, 2009 11:13 PM
"The Highwayman"

Ah, the memories! In 8th grade, the first thing my English teacher said we had to do in our first class that year was memorise a poem. This is the one I picked; it was one of my favourites. The lines, "And the highwayman came riding, riding, riding
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door." were magical ... I could hear the hoof beats!

(I was very much into pirates, swashbucklers and the like at that time ... don't know if I've ever really gotten over it.)

:-D

Posted by: lafileuse at January 8, 2009 7:32 AM

"Good night sweet princess may flights of angels sing thee to thy rest".

Yes well - I know it was a goodbye to a dying prince, but being hetro and quoting it to a female going to sleep (not dying) - it's princess.

Posted by: stephen54 at January 8, 2009 12:26 AM

Steven 54...stanzas 4 to 6 are quite evocative...

And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where Tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's red-lipped daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say�

V

"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."

VI

He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair i' the casement! His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(Oh, sweet, black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonliglt, and galloped away to the West.

..............Great imagery

Posted by: artizanne at January 7, 2009 10:32 PM

The other I like is "Woman to Man" by Judith Wright:

The eyeless labourer in the night
the selfless, shapeless seed I hold,
builds for its resurrection day-
silent and swift and deep from sight
foresees the unimagined light.

This is no child with a child's face;
this has no name to name it by;
yet you and I have known it well.
this is the hunter and our chase,
the third who lay in our embrace.

This is the strength that your arm knows,
the arc of flesh that is my breast,
the precise crystals of our eyes.
This is the blood's wild tree that grows
the intricate and folded rose.

This is the maker and the made;
this is the question and reply;
the blind head butting at the dark,
the blaze of light along the blade.
Oh hold me, for I am afraid.

Posted by: procrastinated at January 7, 2009 9:08 PM

One of my favourties: #43 Sonnet from the Portuguese by EBB. A bit morbid but one can appreciate the depth of love one can feel for another, the tempetuous sea of a type of relationship that is simply overwhelming. After reading and watching the "Diving Bell and the Butterfly", one can't help but take a deep breath and appreciate one is alive. This sonnet is not merely a lover's sonnet, but say a deep love and bond between family members, friends etc. Love poems have a good way of distorting that different types of love exist.

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 candlelight.
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.

Posted by: procrastinated at January 7, 2009 9:04 PM

The Highwayman (very evocative - the first two stanzas)

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,

The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,

The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor,

And the highwayman came riding, riding, riding

The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,

A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;

They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!

And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,

His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.

End of the second stanza

BTW: Outbackdrifter your half right - Swinburne - The Garden of Proserpine

Posted by: stephen54 at January 6, 2009 11:13 PM

Posted by: stephen54 at January 2, 2009 12:52 AM

Stephen very cool, Algernon Charles Swinburne, I think the poem is called afterlife :)

THE YEAR OF LOVE
There were four loves that one by one, Following the seasons and the sun, Passed over without tears, and fell Away without farewell.
The first was made of gold and tears,The next of aspen-leaves and fears, The third of rose-boughs and rose-roots, The last love of strange fruits.
These were the four loves faded. Hold Some minutes fast the time of gold When our lips each way clung and clove To a face full of love .
The tears inside our eyelids met, Wrung forth with kissing, and wept wet The faces cleaving each to each Where the blood served for speech.
The second, with low patient brows Bound under aspen-coloured boughs And eyes made strong and grave with sleep And yet too weak to weep
The third, with eager mouth at ease Fed from late autumn honey, lees Of scarce gold left in latter cells With scattered flower-smells
Hair sprinkled over with spoilt sweet Of ruined roses, wrists and feet Slight-swathed, as grassy-girdled sheaves Hold in stray poppy-leaves
The fourth, with lips whereon has bled Some great pale fruit's slow colour, shed From the rank bitter husk whence drips Faint blood between her lips
Made of the heat of whole great Junes Burning the blue dark round their moons Each like a mown red marigold So hard the flame keeps hold
These are burnt thoroughly away. Only the first holds out a day Beyond these latter loves that were Made of mere heat and air.
And now the time is winterly The first love fades too: none will see, When April warms the world anew, The place wherein love grew.

Posted by: outbackdrifter at January 2, 2009 10:20 AM

Posted by: stephen54 at January 2, 2009 12:33 AM

...it's over-rated just get another drink in:))

Posted by: istj54 at January 2, 2009 9:43 AM

From memory and in part - and it sounds gloomy but I love it:

Pale, beyond porch and portal,
Crowned with calm leaves, she stands

Who gathers all things mortal
With cold immortal hands;

Her languid lips are sweeter
Than loves who fears to greet her

To men that mix and meet her
From many times and lands.

She waits for each and other,
She waits for all men born;
She forgets the earth her mother,
The life of fruits and corn

And spring and seed and swallow
Take wing for her and follow
Where summer song rings hollow
And flowers are put to scorn.

From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,

We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be

That no life lives for ever
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.

Posted by: stephen54 at January 2, 2009 12:52 AM

I'm contemplating thinking about thinking!

To quote Robbie Williams

Posted by: stephen54 at January 2, 2009 12:33 AM

My New Year Eves Wish :0)

Dear God of mine
Please wave your magic wand of might
Bewitched, a lonely boy of bright
Blinded, to my years of lines :0)
Here he comes
Walks by my side
Sits with me from time of Tonight :0)
Forever, ever after
Write poetry of our life
Sing songs of our delight

He doesnt have to be rich
He can be only ordinary
But, how can he be ordinary
With his
Wisdom shining eyes
Warmly smiling face
Softly speaking voice
Sincere caring of me

Dear God of might
Grant me this wish
Magically at once :0)
And I am saying please :0)

The End

Posted by: ahappyending at December 31, 2008 2:57 PM

'The value of the personal relationship to all things is that it creates intimacy....
and intimacy creates understanding....
understanding creates love.....
Love conquers loneliness.'

Anais Nin.

Posted by: diditforlove at December 25, 2008 11:19 PM

It's Christmas Day
And I just wanted to say,
May your stocking be full
Of heartstrings to pull...

Posted by: heart2heart57 at December 25, 2008 2:28 PM

Posted by: angela11 at December 19, 2008 10:57 PM

Hi Angela, yes l have, its great, a very new twist to a great old song Aussie style ;)

You have a great Chrstmas & l hope you find what you are looking for :)))))

Posted by: outbackdrifter at December 22, 2008 11:59 PM

Christmas is coming
Anon.

Christmas is coming,
The geese are getting fat
Please put a penny
In the old man's hat
If you haven't got a penny
A ha'penny will do;
If you haven't got a ha'penny
Then God bless you!

:)) Nel

Posted by: enchantinel at December 22, 2008 5:37 PM

Posted by: lafileuse at December 19, 2008 12:44 PM
what a beautiful poem, how lucky you are .)
thank you for posting it.

Posted by: angela11 at December 20, 2008 1:01 AM

Posted by: outbackdrifter at December 14, 2008 6:10 PM

OB .Have you seen Zorba the Greek Yolngu style .
Youetube.
It's a smash. )) a

Posted by: angela11 at December 19, 2008 10:57 PM

unknownauthor at December 18, 2008 10:58 PM
Now we're talkin. good one!

Posted by: angela11 at December 19, 2008 10:50 PM

Posted by: ahappyending at December 9, 2008 6:10 PM

Happy...
firstly my apologies for taking so long to respond to yu, and thank you for your comments.

I guess poetry is in 'the mind of the beholder'. I was taken by this poem for it's simple love & hope of father to son .
but now you have mentioned the comparisson of geography.

That father would want his son to be united with the greatness of the universe , a universe which is profound , let there be no distractions to impede his growth and intellect, to enlighten him to something greater than himself, as Coleridge would have wanted all his children to grow, with the seasons, with the simple yet complicated gift of nature which can be lost with mulitudes of people and their many idealisms and pastimes.
Sometimes we complicate things ourselves and think too deeply.
I ask , what is important to me? without thinking about anyone in my life.(it's difficult)
People may need me, I may have responsibilities towards others but my soul yearns..
all seasons to be sweet , whether summer clothe the earth
with greeness
and the redbreast, the parrot or the crow sing betwixt the the snow
on the bare branch of the mossy apple tree,
whislt the night thatch.
Smoke in the sun thaw, and the eves-drop fall
heard only in the trances of the blast
of the secret ministry of frost,
hang them up in silent icicles
to quietly shine at the moon.

Oh, so beautiful an enlightenment gift to a child,

Thank you again happy.please feel free to comment further. :) Angie

Posted by: angela11 at December 19, 2008 10:45 PM

Posted by: makeadifference1 at December 19, 2008 9:47 AM - "Sorry....what was the question again..." is a good start... LoL..

Posted by: heart2heart57 at December 19, 2008 10:19 PM

Posted by: ahappyending at November 19, 2008 12:00 AM
The poet is Arthur Guiterman.

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So, it should be safe to say that the rest of poems, listed by me after 21 November here when no writer credited, were written by me. :0) Am I the only one without wearing a pair of glasses. :0)

Posted by: ahappyending at December 19, 2008 8:31 PM

"The Passionate Shepherd" (November 26, 2008 7:37 PM) has been a favourite, because it's about that blissful, excited, hopeful, optimistic blush of love that can turn the humblest things into magical ones. It's about joyful love.

Another longtime favourite is about a different aspect of love - enduring love - as well as the tragedy of separation, and the consolation of reunion (however late). I've loved Longfellow's "Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie" since my grandmother used to read it to me when I was small. She used to tell us about the one room schoolhouse where she spent her early years, and how they only had two books to learn to read from: the Bible and Evangeline.

Much too long to add here, but the introduction is beautiful and haunting (and best read out loud :-) ):

THIS is the forest primeval.
The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,

Bearded with moss, and in garments green,
indistinct in the twilight,

Stand like Druids of eld,
with voices sad and prophetic,

Stand like harpers hoar,
with beards that rest on their bosoms.

Loud from its rocky caverns,
the deep-voiced neighbouring ocean

Speaks, and in accents disconsolate
answers the wail of the forest.

This is the forest primeval;
but where are the hearts that beneath it

Leaped like the roe, when he hears
in the woodland the voice of the huntsman?

Where is the thatch-roofed village,
the home of Acadian farmers --

Men whose lives glided on like rivers
that water the woodlands,

Darkened by shadows of earth,
but reflecting an image of heaven?

Waste are those pleasant farms,
and the farmers forever departed!

Scattered like dust and leaves,
when the mighty blasts of October

Seize them, and whirl them aloft,
and sprinkle them far o'er the ocean.

Naught but tradition remains
of the beautiful village of Grand-Pré.

Ye who believe in affection that hopes,
and endures, and is patient,

Ye who believe in the beauty
and strength of woman's devotion,

List to the mournful tradition
still sung by the pines of the forest;

List to a Tale of Love in Acadie,
home of the happy.

Posted by: lafileuse at December 19, 2008 12:44 PM

Posted by: unknownauthor at December 18, 2008 10:58 PM

Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind, Knows what to answer to
'how big is my behind?'

OK ladies, what is the answer?

Posted by: makeadifference1 at December 19, 2008 9:47 AM

What does it matter if my heart is shattered?
Will the tears bring on the rain?
Will my cries on the desert air stir a storm?
Will the blood from my torn heart nourish the soil?
My blood, my tears are but atoms careening into infinity
But, if my heart is shattered, what does it matter?

Posted by: willow29 at December 19, 2008 8:45 AM

Posted by: unknownauthor at December 18, 2008 10:58 PM

Well, you certainly know how ..."to quench the fire of love with words..."!

Pretty accurate for many of us, I think! (though surely that is not YOU, unknownauthor?!)

Posted by: amberlight58 at December 19, 2008 8:13 AM

and now something with some humour

A WOMAN'S POEM:_

Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray for a man, who's not a creep,

One who's handsome, smart and strong. One who loves to listen long,

One who thinks before he speaks, One who'll call, not wait for weeks.

I pray he's gainfully employed, When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.

Pulls out my chair and opens my door. Massages my back and begs to do
more.

Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind, Knows what to answer to
'how big is my behind?'

I pray that this man will love me to no end, And always be my very best
friend.

A MAN'S POEM:_

I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with

huge boobs who owns a bar on a golf course,

and loves to send me fishing and drinking. This

doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit.

Posted by: unknownauthor at December 18, 2008 10:58 PM

osted by: enchantinel at December 18, 2008 4:06 PM

Nel Thank you again :))

Posted by: outbackdrifter at December 18, 2008 10:11 PM

A poem for two special blog boys this week having birthdays, one a day or so ago the other a day or so away..For Drifter and Simon..to both may you have a great day..

As a birthday song is sung to thee,
your time of birth again is here to see
the growth and journey as time it unfolds,
gathers resonating gently with the breeze
that softly blows...
The rhythms of time bring with it
sadness and joy,
as we observe it go past we
see both visions and toil.
So at this time of another year passing
May it bring with it blessings and joy,
May you know you are precious
a true diamond in this world..

May your birthday shine like the
sun on you this day,
May you feel all the smiles
and warmth sent your way...
May your life be blessed
May your way be onobstructed
May beauty and abundance touch your inner world and with all of lifes blessings,
May it last for ever after..

Hugs
:)) Nel

Posted by: enchantinel at December 18, 2008 4:06 PM

Zen Master Ryokan
Thoughts
When all thoughts
Are exhausted
I slip into the woods
And gather
A pile of shepherd's purse.

Like the little stream
Making its way
Through the mossy crevices
I, too, quietly
Turn clear and transparent.

no-mind
The flower invites the butterfly with no-mind;
The butterfly visits the flower with no-mind.
The flower opens, the butterfly comes;
The butterfly comes, the flower opens.
I don't know others,
Others don't know me.
By not-knowing we follow nature's course.

from "Dewdrops on a Lotus Leaf" translated by John Stevens

:)) Nel

Posted by: enchantinel at December 16, 2008 6:45 PM

Good luck with everything, Waternymph. Hope you are happy and things just get better and better.
Would be nice if you could "check in" every now and again though, just to see how things are going (what's the bet, not much change!)
Happy Christmas and love and happiness in 2009 and beyond!

Posted by: amberlight58 at December 15, 2008 6:20 PM

Posted by: waternymph47 at December 14, 2008 3:16 PM
Thanks! We all have ups and downs. Take a break, and come back? Tomorrow will be better, that is what they say. :0) And I believe in it! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you, too! :0)

Posted by: ahappyending at December 14, 2008 10:09 PM

Posted by: birdsofparadise at December 13, 2008 10:15 PM
Thank you very much for the kind words. Now you are making me blushing. And your poem has just made my night! :0) The same heartedly warm wishes to you, my dear blogging friend. Sweet dreams every night! :0) You have been very lucky in so many ways, do you know? :0) Me, too. My giving way to others gains me more, and having you as my friend is one of the proofs, isnt it? And most importantly, it gives me nights of peaceful and sweet dreams. :0) We may see each other here again after New Year. :0) And take care! And thank you so much again for your heartedly warm poem, my friend. I also love it, too! :0) (I will be offline from now, as I have so many things that I need to attend.)

Posted by: ahappyending at December 14, 2008 10:05 PM

'Joy was not necessairly in the south of France,
mystery in Morocco,
art of story-telling in Haiti only,
rhythm and music only in the Negro world,
but might spring from one's own self.
I shall have to create it from within........
Anais Nin.

Posted by: diditforlove at December 14, 2008 8:27 PM

She makes you dance
A valkirie seducing the spirits of beyond
She communicates, through those rhythms
With the spirit of hades

So pure, so deep
Magic, mystic, let yourself drift to the beyond
In the depths of belief
So cold, so glacial
Magic, mystic, let yourself drift far away
In the depths of life

Look for the pleasures within yourself
It will guide your aura towards a world
Where the trees touch so close that they look like they embrace
Tribal ceremony

So pure, so deep
Magic, mystic, let yourself drift to the beyond
In the depths of belief
So cold, so glacial
Magic, mystic, let yourself drift far away
In the depths of life

So far, you can't imagine it...
So strong I can almost touch it
I touch their wives and I touch their gods
So far, you can't imagine it...
So strong I can almost touch it
I touch their wives and I touch their gods

You can't understand it
Ceremony of a cult, of another century
Magic, mystic, witness of celtic legends

Posted by: outbackdrifter at December 14, 2008 6:22 PM

Posted by: waternymph47 at December 14, 2008 3:16 PM

Double double ditto for you hun may your world be blessed in all you do, all the best with your special little one and life in general its been lovely sharing a part of our worlds...
xxxxNel

Posted by: enchantinel at December 14, 2008 3:51 PM

enchantinel at December 13, 2008 10:04 AM
Thank you Nel that was beautiful .. have printed it off to read & re read.
Farewell to all you wonderfully creative souls who contribute here.. I depart from RSVP Bloggs
Merry Xmas to All .. and may 2009 bring you all the love and joy you could wish! for

Posted by: waternymph47 at December 14, 2008 3:16 PM

The Lady of Shalott by Alfred Lord Tennyson.

On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And through the field the road run by
To many-tower'd Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Through the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls, and four grey towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.

By the margin, willow veil'd,
Slide the heavy barges trail'd
By slow horses; and unhail'd
The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd
Skimming down to Camelot:
But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?
Or is she known in all the land,
The Lady of Shalott?

Only reapers, reaping early,
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly;
Down to tower'd Camelot;
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers, " 'Tis the fairy
The Lady of Shalott."

There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.

And moving through a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot;
There the river eddy whirls,
And there the surly village churls,
And the red cloaks of market girls
Pass onward from Shalott.

Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,
An abbot on an ambling pad,
Sometimes a curly shepherd lad,
Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad
Goes by to tower'd Camelot;
And sometimes through the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two.
She hath no loyal Knight and true,
The Lady of Shalott.

But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often through the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot;
Or when the Moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed.
"I am half sick of shadows," said
The Lady of Shalott.

A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott.

The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,
Like to some branch of stars we see
Hung in the golden Galaxy.
The bridle bells rang merrily
As he rode down to Camelot:
And from his blazon'd baldric slung
A mighty silver bugle hung,
And as he rode his armor rung
Beside remote Shalott.

All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burn'd like one burning flame together,
As he rode down to Camelot.
As often thro' the purple night,
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some bearded meteor, burning bright,
Moves over still Shalott.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flashed into the crystal mirror,
"Tirra lirra," by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.

She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces through the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look'd down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.

In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining.
Heavily the low sky raining
Over tower'd Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And around about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott.

And down the river's dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance --
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.

Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right --
The leaves upon her falling light --
Thro' the noises of the night,
She floated down to Camelot:
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
The Lady of Shalott.

Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darkened wholly,
Turn'd to tower'd Camelot.
For ere she reach'd upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and Burgher, Lord and Dame,
And around the prow they read her name,
The Lady of Shalott.

Who is this? And what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they crossed themselves for fear,
All the Knights at Camelot;
But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, "She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott."

Posted by: moniquen at December 14, 2008 2:28 PM

Dearest Ahappyending,

I'm blushing in what you mean is what you say, I love it, what you have said.
I'm a blissful friend of yours always and you are always my adviser blog friend.
Sometimes we got misunderstanding but we dealt with it before damage can take place.
Our friendship has been time tested.
A strong bond nevertheless to destroy it.
Wow, years has been passed, still we are here gets more closer each days onwards.
More than a solid gold a valuable to keep it safe.
Love and care always there for me to you and you too.
And I won't dare losing a friends like you.
You got place in my heart more than anything.
And I am afraid to let you go.
But the destiny plays itself..what can I do to stop it.
There are so many things in my mind I want to cry.
Why took me so long to find a lasting friendship.
So much of joy can bring a wonderful dreams.
Time is limited and I am afraid to miss you so..
I wish I meet you a very long time but why is then..
You make me cry of sentiment being a lovely friend.
Thank you for being you
Thank you for being honest
Thank you for respect and kindness
My God bless me a second life and choose you at the first time to start till the end.
A tears of joy
A tears of warm heart
A tears of happiness of knowing you.
A Happy never ending of happiness
A Wonderful Merry Christmas
A Happy New Year - Health, Love, Peace & Prosperity the best you'll have throughout the years to come.
Lest all be forgotten but Not be You.

Hug and Kisses..."A".

Posted by: birdsofparadise at December 13, 2008 10:15 PM

Resolution of a witch...
Rae Beth
May I be as the one who weaves the cloth
in a forest, deep hidden
May I sit at the work, uninterrupted
may I remain an outcast, if that is
what it takes...
May I know the seasonal procession
in my spirit and
in my body, celebrate cross quarters
solstices and equinoxes.
May each full moon find me looking upwards
at trees outlined on luminous sky..
May I hold wildflowers, may I cup them
in my hands
May I then release them, unpicked,
to live on in abundance...
May my friends be one the kind
who are at ease with silence,
May they and I be innocent of pretension
May I be capble of gratitude
May I know that I was given joy
like mothers milk.
May I know this as my dog goes,
in her bones and blood
May I speak the truth about
happiness and pain in songs
that sound of the scent of rosemary
as everyday and ancient kitchen herb strong
May I not incline to self-righteousness
or self pity,
May I approach the high earthworks and
stone circles as fox or moth,
and disturb the place no more than that
May my gaze be direct and my hand steady
May my door be open to those who dwell
outside wealth and fame and privilege
May those who have never walked
barefoot never find the path
that leads up to my door.
May they be lost on the labryinthine journey.
May they turn back.
and may I sit beside the fire in winter
and see in the glowing logs
what is to come
yet never feel the need to warn or advise
unasked,
May I sit upon a plain wooden chair
in true contentment.
May the place where I live be as the forest
May there be trackways where
there are caves and pools
and trees and flowers animals and birds,
all known to me and revered, loved.
May my existence change the world
no more nor less
than the gusting of wind or the proud
growth of trees.
For this I go in cast off clothes
May I keep faith, always.
May I never find excuses for the expedient
yet still make the choice,
as the song is made, in joy and with
consideration,
May I make the same choice every day
again
When I fail may I know forgiveness
for myself.
May I dance
naked, unafraid to face my own reflection...
Blessed be
:) Nel

Posted by: enchantinel at December 13, 2008 10:04 AM

Eulalie by Edgar Allan Poe

I dwelt alone
In a world of moan,
And my soul was a stagnant tide,
Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride-
Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride.
Ah, less- less bright
The stars of the night
Than the eyes of the radiant girl!
And never a flake
that the vapor can make
With the moon-tints of purple and pearl,
Can vie with the modest Eulalie's most unregarded curl-
Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie's most humble and careless
curl.
Now Doubt- now Pain
Come never again,
For her soul gives me sigh for sigh,
And all day long
Shines, bright and strong,
Astarte within the sky,
While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye-
While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.

:) Nel

Posted by: enchantinel at December 12, 2008 10:24 PM

Yes shes wonderful isnt she, I really adore all of her music and the way she adds music to profound writings..
Posted by: enchantinel at December 12, 2008 10:12 AM

She is indeed. I particularly liked her version of Dante's Prayer inspired by the Divine Comedy and her travels through Russia.

Dante's Prayer,

When the dark wood fell before me
And all the paths were overgrown
When the priests of pride say there is no other way
I tilled the sorrows of stone

I did not believe because I could not see
Though you came to me in the night
When the dawn seemed forever lost
You showed me your love in the light of the stars

Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me

Then the mountain rose before me
By the deep well of desire
From the fountain of forgiveness
Beyond the ice and the fire

Though we share this humble path, alone
How fragile is the heart
Oh give these clay feet wings to fly
To touch the face of the stars

Breathe life into this feeble heart
Lift this mortal veil of fear
Take these crumbled hopes, etched with tears
We'll rise above these earthly cares

Please remember me

Posted by: moniquen at December 12, 2008 7:56 PM

Posted by: moniquen at December 11, 2008 11:47 PM

Yes shes wonderful isnt she, I really adore all of her music and the way she adds music to profound writings..
This one is a Led Zeppelin song I love but it speaks poetry to me...

The Rain Song

This is the springtime of my loving
the second reason I am to knkow
You are the sunlight in my growing
so little warmth I felt before
It isnt hard to feel me glowing
I watched the fire that grew so low
It is the summer of my smiles
flee from me keepers of the gloom
speak to me only with your eyes
it is to you I give this tune

It isnt hard to recognise
these things are clear to all from
time to time
talk talk
I felt the coldness of my winter
I never thought it would ever go
I cursed the gloom that set upon us
but I know that I love you so
but I know that I love you so

These are the seasons of emotion
and like the winds they rise and fall
this is the wonder of devotion
I see the torch we all must hold
this is the mystery of the quotient
upon us all a little rain
must fall....

Blessings Nel :)

Posted by: enchantinel at December 12, 2008 10:12 AM

The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes was always my favorite poem. Loreena McKennitt did a wonderful rendition of it set to music on her album 'The Book of Secrets'

Posted by: moniquen at December 11, 2008 11:47 PM

My hand

Why extend, my hand
When no one apprehend?

Posted by: ahappyending at December 11, 2008 1:34 AM

My naivety or ---

A sheet of paper,
White, I said
Black, others uttered

A joke of mine
Funny, I thought
Upset, others got

A sincere wish
With my heart
Tenderness, I gave
Stones, others mistook

A big smile on my face
My prayer was answered, I thought
Heartedly I said Hello
Genuinely I gave wish
Righteously I defended
But –
A friend coming back
Not the friend I expect

Naivety?
Not a wall of insecurity?

So thick, the wall
Sunlight is blocked
So dense, the wall
Laughter is clogged

A wall, a brick hardened wall.
(Sigh)

The end

Posted by: ahappyending at December 11, 2008 1:20 AM

Storm

Storm, storm
Is there a day you will go away?

You cloud the blue sky
You billow the peaceful sea

So lingering and thick, the cloud
It blinds those in the stormy sea

Slow down, my billow
I am just a lonely tiny ship
Gingerly making my way
Eagerly stretching my hand
To reach those in the stormy sea

So roaring, the mighty wave
It silenced my voice
So fierce, the seething current
It has shaken the faith of those in that stormy sea.

The End

Posted by: ahappyending at December 10, 2008 3:43 PM

Posted by: stockroute99 at December 9, 2008 8:45 PM
It seems a very dark poem (or a song?). But after Night it is Dawn. It is nature.

Posted by: ahappyending at December 10, 2008 12:14 AM

Is this the Jukebox Country Request Line?

Can I dedicate this one to ......?

"I don’t love you,
Maybe I should,
But you don’t know me,
I ain’t no good,
You threw yourself at me,
Darling that sure was sweet,
Now you are going to learn to regret me.

It’s a shame you can’t control,
Your feelings for me,
Although you have been told,
Just couldn’t let me be,
I told you how it was,
And how it would be,
And now, you’re going to learn
To regret me.

So now you found somebody new,
It sure felt like you were gone,
It turned out he didn’t want you
Oh it’s so hard to be alone,
Don’t give up on romance,
I’ll give you another chance,
Another chance for you to learn,
To regret me.

Now you don’t love me,
I wish you would,
But you learned your lesson,
I ain’t no good,
You had me done upon one knee,
And from there it was easy to see,
What it’s like to regret me,

And now I’ll know,
Why I’ll always regret me."

Lessons In Regret by the Boxcar Bandits.

Posted by: stockroute99 at December 9, 2008 8:45 PM

Posted by: angela11 at December 5, 2008 10:45 PM
Hi, angela11
About the Frost poem, I dont think I can relate myself to it, so I cant say I enjoyed reading it (not now at least). I love both nature and a city life. A city life is a life I am familiar with and have grown/experienced with. And plus, I never hated going to schools. I think a city life suits me better. Although, there was a time I wanted to escape from the complexity of crowds, one of the reasons I came to Australia. But Australia is such a quiet country, in the way that friends are living so far away. Workmates never stay in the same company. Classmates change in each subject. This isolation of life that friends are hard to make and keep, isnt really what I want. Living in Sydney metropolitan area at least let me stay with the crowds, lessening that loneliness and isolation. Guess I am not an escapist from the reality (not yet at least and hope I will never). That is why I like this blogging, a way to keep me associating with people. Yes, definitely I love living in a city, with all the hustle and bustle, colourful lights, night and weekend shoppings. I am so unused to it when shops close just after 5pm and on weekends, when those are the times that working people can have time to attend. This loneliness and isolation would really worsen ones depressed mind!

I may be reading and interpreting it in a different way from yours, right? Yes, this is the mysterious witchcraft of poetry. :O) But I would like to say thank you for the recommendation. :0)

Posted by: ahappyending at December 9, 2008 6:10 PM

And just one more thing to think about as we travel through life, a quote to keep in mind.

"If there is any road not previously travelled,
then that is the one I must take."
Edward John Eyre, 1841

Posted by: outbackdrifter at December 7, 2008 10:35 AM

Something to think about.......................

Life is not about the distance travelled....... Its about the experiences gained on the journey

Posted by: outbackdrifter at December 7, 2008 10:31 AM

Posted by: angela11 at December 5, 2008 10:45 PM
Thanks!

I am so glad we have this Poetry topic. It is the first one I scroll down to check out any new postings. I feel so lucky to be living, with abundant music and literature. :0) But of course there are other things, too.

Emily Dickinsons are my favourite for their concision and precision, but reading the Rime of Ancient Mariner you recommended made me start appreciating longer poems.

Reading it made me feel in awe! We were born with conscience. Guilt is the light to guide us to conducts of doing good to others. Our going the opposite way would throw us into the abyss of misery. Being forgiven is the only rope to pull us up. Forgiving others is a conduct of doing good to others. I am not a Christian, but now I kind of understand Jesus carrying the cross and putting himself crucified for others. Oh, I will never be as great, but my parents have taught me well and my conscience is engraved in my vein. And I am sure and believe that majority people are the same.

So, thanks again! I really like it. (I havent read the other one yet).

Posted by: ahappyending at December 7, 2008 12:14 AM

I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You


I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

Pablo Neruda

:)) Nel

Posted by: enchantinel at December 6, 2008 9:45 PM

Risk


And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to Blossom.

Ana�s Nin

:)))Nel

Posted by: enchantinel at December 6, 2008 9:38 PM

Posted by: angela11 at December 5, 2008 10:45 PM

I Like that hun shall have a look at some of his work..
:))Nel

Posted by: enchantinel at December 6, 2008 1:34 PM

Posted by: outbackdrifter at December 4, 2008 11:26 PM
Very well said I agree with that too.
:))Nel

Posted by: enchantinel at December 6, 2008 1:25 PM

I used to think Edgar allen Poe was the be all of poets .. until I met Samuel Taylor Coleridge.

The Rime of the Ancient Marina all seven parts and The Frost at Midnight written while he was putting his son to sleep .. oh my ! it is something to dream of.
AncientMarina
Part 11

THE Sun now rose upon the right:
Out of the sea came he,
Still hid in mist, and on the left
Went down into the sea.

And the good south wind still blew behind,
But no sweet bird did follow,
Nor any day for food or play
Came to the mariners' hollo!

And I had done a hellish thing,
And it would work 'em woe:
For all averred, I had killed the bird
That made the breeze to blow.
Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay,
That made the breeze to blow!

Nor dim nor red like God's own head,
The glorious Sun uprist:
Then all averred, I had killed the bird
That brought the fog and mist.
'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay,
That bring the fog and mist.

The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew,
The furrow followed free;
We were the first that ever burst
Into that silent sea.

Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down,
'Twas sad as sad could be;
And we did speak only to break
The silence of the sea!

All in a hot and copper sky,
The bloody Sun, at noon,
Right up above the mast did stand,
No bigger than the Moon.

Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.

Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.

The very deep did rot: O Christ!
That ever this should be!
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon the slimy sea.

About, about, in reel and rout
The death-fires danced at night;
The water, like a witch's oils,
Burnt green, and blue and white.

And some in dreams assur'ed were
Of the Spirit that plagued us so;
Nine fathom deep he had followed us
From the land of mist and snow.

And every tongue, through utter drought,
Was withered at the root;
We could not speak, no more than if
We had been choked with soot.

Ah! well a-day! what evil looks
Had I from old and young!
Instead of the cross, the Albatross
About my neck was hung.
I

I'm not into the lovelorn poems or anything lovelorn for that matter, but would like to share my passion - hope you like it , it;s unique and worth the read. A )

Posted by: angela11 at December 5, 2008 10:45 PM

Stay, stay, my friend
Slow, slow, your pace
So short the time we met
How hasty you left
Before we connect.

Posted by: ahappyending at December 5, 2008 4:05 PM

Posted by: ahappyending at November 19, 2008 11:56 PM, 11:59 PM,
Posted by: ahappyending at November 20, 2008 12:02 AM, 12:04 AM
By Emily Dickinson

Posted by: ahappyending at December 5, 2008 3:54 PM

By Emily Dickinson

WE outgrow love like other things
And put it in the drawer,
Till it an antique fashion shows
Like costumes grandsires wore.

(This poem tells us: Love is to be cherished not to be put at the bottom of a drawer. We must cherish our loved one to make the Love lasting).

Posted by: ahappyending at December 5, 2008 3:49 PM

A Dream within a Dream by Edgar Allen Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet, if Hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it, therefore, the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Nel

Posted by: enchantinel at December 4, 2008 11:29 PM

Posted by: ahappyending at December 4, 2008 10:49 PM

Thank you, I would really like to know were you got the idea that I am looking for " teenage love", all l simply do is trust my heart when it comes to love & I refuse to allow the past to rule my present or my future..........simply treating each day as the first day of the rest of your life.

I am starting to get to the point in my life were lm starting to think that we as humans need great lows in our lives truly appreciate the soaring heights we can reach with unbridled love........... the trick is not to let our lows to cloud or hold us back from our highs :))))

Posted by: outbackdrifter at December 4, 2008 11:26 PM

Posted by: outbackdrifter at December 4, 2008 8:38 PM
Thank you very much for the concern.
I use my heart only when I am sure it is a lasting loving relationship of zero score (see my serious view in What is Love topic), because I prefer an age-old lake. But I sincerely wish your success in finding your teenage love. People are just different. And I do hope everyone can live a life of his or her desire. And thank you very much for the grace of speaking to me face to face (in blogging term). :0) And Good Luck!

And by the way, Tarjas voice is amazing. There are quite a few songs of Nightwishs that I do like.

Posted by: ahappyending at December 4, 2008 10:49 PM

Posted by: ahappyending at December 4, 2008 1:22 PM

Nightwish now that does surprise me, tell you the truth both songs surprised me, you'd better watch out your actually bordering on thinking with your heart and not your head :)
If you like nightwish check out the Ever Dream

Posted by: outbackdrifter at December 4, 2008 8:38 PM

Posted by: ahappyending at December 4, 2008 9:16 AM and 1:22 PM
Not sure how my posting of these two songs would be interpreted by others, so:

For me, these two songs speak about the Wonder our loved one can do to us. They tell me how appreciative we should be of the one who loves and cares about us.

Posted by: ahappyending at December 4, 2008 6:48 PM

From Music and lyrics - Way back into love

I've been living with a shadow overhead,
I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed,
I've been lonely for so long,
Trapped in the past,
I just can't seem to move on!

I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away,
Just in case I ever need them again someday,
I've been setting aside time,
To clear a little space in the corners of my mind!

All I wanna do is find a way back into love.
I can't make it through without a way back into love.

I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine,
I've been searching but I just don't see the signs,
I know that it's out there,
There's got to be something for my soul somewhere!

I've been looking for someone to she'd some light,
Not somebody just to get me through the night,
I could use some direction,
And I'm open to your suggestions.

All I wanna do is find a way back into love.
I can't make it through without a way back into love.
And if I open my heart again,
I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end!

There are moments when I don't know if it's real
Or if anybody feels the way I feel
I need inspiration
Not just another negotiation

All I wanna do is find a way back into love,
I can't make it through without a way back into love,
And if I open my heart to you,
I'm hoping you'll show me what to do,
And if you help me to start again,
You know that I'll be there for you in the end!

Posted by: melrsvp at December 4, 2008 6:38 PM

Walking in the Air

We're walking in the air
We're floating in the moonlit sky
The people far below are sleeping as we fly

I'm holding very tight
I'm riding in the midnight blue
I'm finding I can fly so high above with you

Far across the world
The villages go by like trees
The rivers and the hills
The forests and the streams

Children gaze open mouth
Taken by surprise
Nobody down below believes their eyes

We're surfing in the air
We're swimming in the frozen sky
We're drifting over icy
Mountain floating by

Suddenly swooping low on an ocean deep
Arousing of a mighty monster from its sleep

We're walking in the air
We're floating in the midnight sky
And everyone who sees us greets us as we fly

(Actually it is a song by Nightwish; but I like, better, that sung by a little girl called Connie Talbot)

Posted by: ahappyending at December 4, 2008 1:22 PM

You Raise Me Up

When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;
When troubles come and my heart burdened be;
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,
Until you come and sit awhile with me.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up... To more than I can be.

There is no life - no life without its hunger;
Each restless heart beats so imperfectly;
But when you come and I am filled with wonder,
Sometimes, I think I glimpse eternity.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up... To more than I can be.

(Yes, another meaningful poem like song)

Posted by: ahappyending at December 4, 2008 9:16 AM

What a Wonderful World
(by Bob Thiele & George David Weiss)

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
They're really saying I love you.

I hear babies crying, I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll never know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.

(A song, I know, but it is also such a beautiful poem, isnt it?)

Posted by: ahappyending at December 3, 2008 1:03 AM

Pillow Talk

Near tho far apart
You are here in my heart
A feeling of closeness that stays
Even though you are miles away
You lying alone in your bed and me in mine
Connected by the telephone line
Murmuring events of the day
Talking the miles and hours away
Words that fall gently on my ears
Words that appease doubts and fears
Letting me know how much you care
Feeling as though I am with you, there,

Our bodies fitted together like spoons in a drawer
Sheets tangled, careless tossed clothes on the floor
Arms wrapped around, legs entwined
Snuggled close it feels so divine
Lips that seek and taste and tantalise
Sensual touches make passion rise
Knowing the warmth and tenderness
The ecstasy, the joy of each soft caress
No more lonely sleepless nights
No more sadness when we turn out the light
As we share our pillow talk
And drift off to sleep
RJG

Posted by: waternymph47 at December 2, 2008 6:52 PM

There is a word
(Emily Dickinson )

There is a word
Which bears a sword
Can pierce an armed man
It hurls its barbed syllables
And is mute again
But where it fell
The saved will tell
On patriotic day,
Some epauletted Brother
Gave his breath away.

Wherever runs the breathless sun
Wherever roams the day
There is its noiseless onset
There is its victory!
Behold the keenest marksman!
The most accomplished shot!
Time's sublimest target
Is a soul "forgot�!

Posted by: ahappyending at December 2, 2008 12:44 AM

I think this poem is reflection of life sometimes, touched a chord with me, have a wonderful day everyone :))) Nel

I Measure Every Grief I Meet
Emily Dickinson

I measure every grief I meet
With analytic eyes;
I wonder if it weighs like mine,
Or has an easier size.

I wonder if they bore it long,
Or did it just begin?
I could not tell the date of mine,
It feels so old a pain.

I wonder if it hurts to live,
And if they have to try,
And whether, could they choose between,
They would not rather die.

I wonder if when years have piled--
Some thousands--on the cause
Of early hurt, if such a lapse
Could give them any pause;

Or would they go on aching still
Through centuries above,
Enlightened to a larger pain
By contrast with the love.

The grieved are many, I am told;
The reason deeper lies,--
Death is but one and comes but once
And only nails the eyes.

There's grief of want, and grief of cold,--
A sort they call 'despair,'
There's banishment from native eyes,
In sight of native air.

And though I may not guess the kind
Correctly yet to me
A piercing comfort it affords
In passing Calvary,

To note the fashions of the cross
Of those that stand alone
Still fascinated to presume
That some are like my own.

Posted by: enchantinel at December 1, 2008 10:49 AM

Here's the funny poems for confused mind-lovers...

Birds on the Bee
Flowers on the Tree....

Posted by: birdsofparadise at November 30, 2008 10:59 PM

Pain
by Neralie..(2006)

Why is my pain so deep within
why cant it go away,
it eats at my soul like a parasite
and toys with me everyday...
My smile is ever seen
my laugh I cannot bear
for deep within the heart of hearts
there is nothing really there...
As a child I promised myself
to be happy free and wise,
to grow and love and
become one, to not live
out any lies...
I wanted so badly to be free
to be who i really am,
for years I searched
and searched this world
to accept and love myself..
Through shattered dreams
scattered lives and
painful memories,
the search is far from over
and it lives amongst my dreams..
I will fight on and try to seek for deep inside my being,
lives dreams and hopes and
beauty and strength, even
though at times I cannot see them.
They do begin to grow for
beauty strength wisdom come
from within ones core,
they fight to be heard and
when the mind is still
they will always win the war..

Blessings Nel

Posted by: enchantinel at November 30, 2008 8:30 PM

Kindred Spirit

Kindred Spirit that dwells within my heart
May the thoughts of the day
Shift away any sadness that you feel
In the cold light of day
Here in my heart you dwell
The bells sing the song of your essence
And my heart sings along

For when ever you need me I'll be around
By the light lonesome beacon
I'll light a candle for you
My heart will be open my heart will be true
All for the change of knowing someone like you

Kindred spirits our hearts are intertwined
Beyond the passage of time and resonant space
I will wait for the moment where two become one
My love will not wither
For deep in my heart
Are reflections of you

Darryn John Murphy

Posted by: outbackdrifter at November 29, 2008 8:28 PM

BEACHED

Can I walk with you on a wind swept beach
And if your hand for mine should reach...
Will it touch me deep inside
Where my deepest feelings hide

If I touch you with a smile
Would you stay with me a while
Begin to understand the me
That no one else can ever see

If I look deep within your eyes
Will I see your passion rise
Will I see within your heart
A place for me where love can start

If our flame of love ignites
Would you hold me through all the nights
Waking in your arms each morning
Softly kissed as day is dawning

Come then to me and take my hand
Let us stroll on wave washed sand
Watch a sunset by the sea
Discover what is meant to be

RJG
30/05/00

Posted by: waternymph47 at November 29, 2008 8:10 PM

I wonder why I hardly knew,
The part of me
That's just for you?

A tiny hidden secret self
Buried deep
Disguised with stealth.

Chemistry strong and complicated
Love on the same terms,
Sadly, not reciprocated.

Posted by: aquamanda56 at November 29, 2008 6:49 PM

Posted by: angela11 at November 27, 2008 9:51 PM

Thankyou, and that was lovely too thankyou for sharing it :)) Nel

Posted by: enchantinel at November 29, 2008 6:38 PM

A Mystic Land

There is a new Land, called Cyber
More mystic than Bermuda
Theories of Human origin is in vain
IVF occupation must give way

No water
No apple
No Adam, and, no Eva
But it is a Garden of Eden

New babies born by minute
As one wishes
New babies grow up at a wink
One has to believe

Multiply is for Human Land
Divide is for the Cyber land, where
Jungle rules may apply

I am puzzled
I am lost, in this vast land

The End

Posted by: ahappyending at November 29, 2008 12:40 AM

A Heart that dares to take a chance
May find a place called Romance
And though it may end up broken
A lesson is learnt: A valuable token

For each piece we lose that leaves a hole
We find a stirring within our soul
The pain that was can soon be gone
When a brighter light upon us has shone

We are all that light: The chance to give
To another's heart, where dreams can live
We carry a torch, so bold and bright
To find the one - the one that's right.

Posted by: heart2heart57 at November 28, 2008 1:40 AM

Posted by: enchantinel at November 27, 2008 7:34 PM

Nel, this is lovely....
'Lessons to learn, life it will bring, '

how right you are.

If I knew now what I wanted to know back then .. ..
ohh, just the thought of it, just a inkling,
if I had a nano moment
to choose my course, to make things right ,

struggle
repair the damage inflicted by years
choose a new path.. one more time

things wont be like this forever.

Lessons learnt , lessons to learn
but only in time,
time decides
..patience
how happy i am to arrive half way
at last

forget the past

there's more life will give
..patience..
for hurrying to experience life is not in times calender of growth
go slow .... breath, rest, wait ..
yes, no!

Oh..come to me, come to me
catapult me further
to places and knowing I long
to be...

I'm struggling to post this but ... what the A :)

Posted by: angela11 at November 27, 2008 9:51 PM

Posted by: waternymph47 at November 27, 2008 4:56 PM

Yeah i can really relate to that one also, especially lately beautifully written again..
:)) Nel

Posted by: enchantinel at November 27, 2008 9:44 PM

Friendship
by Nel

Lessons to learn, life it will bring,
the song the heart sings,
whether forever or yet just a beat
the love it will print on our hearts
dare we speak
we touch each others life
for one reason or another
whether its lasting
is not what really matters
its the sharing of memories
both joyful and sad
the sharing of souls
the heartening of each other.
The learning and the feelings
the growth we can share
knowing in our hearts
we are where we are meant to be
right at every moment...
I give thanks for those souls
who touch my life everday
and those who like footprints
walk in and not stay
may you be blessed in life
for now and forever
may you touch many souls
and bring many pleasures
Like the sun may you shine
like the rivers may you flow
for life is about learning
together we grow

Light and Love
Nel

Posted by: enchantinel at November 27, 2008 7:34 PM

Thanks Nel :-) .. and here's more ....

Ode to an Unknown Lover

We have never met,
yet you occupy my thoughts
We have never touched
yet I feel you in my soul

Do you have an emptiness
that I can fill
A space in your life
that I can be a part of

I want to see your face
and look through your eyes
Look deep into your soul
to find a place for me there

I want to touch your hand
see a smile curve your lips
Trace it with a gentle touch
to sense your sensuality

We could stand very close and still
arms wrapped around each other
To know the feeling of warm
to know the need of close

We could explore a passion
share simple pleasures
Laugh together, talk all night
or walk in the rain.
RJG 30/5/00

Posted by: waternymph47 at November 27, 2008 4:56 PM

Posted by: waternymph47 at November 26, 2008 7:09 PM

I thought that was a beautiful poem hun made me feel a little sad too reminiscent of past loves..
:)) Nel

Posted by: enchantinel at November 27, 2008 11:53 AM

A door just opened on a street

A door just opened on a street--
I, lost, was passing by--
An instant's width of warmth disclosed
And wealth, and company.

The door as sudden shut, and I,
I, lost, was passing by,--
Lost doubly, but by contrast most,
Enlightening misery.
(by Emily Dickinson)

Posted by: ahappyending at November 26, 2008 8:44 PM

For me, nothing can beat "The Passionate Shepherd to His Love" by Christopher Marlowe:

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers and a kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle:

A gown made of the finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold:

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.

The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning;
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.

Posted by: lafileuse at November 26, 2008 7:37 PM

Bittersweet

I'd rather leave while I'm in love
Leave while you still want to please me
With those magic hands that ease me
Taking the pain from my body yet leaving it in my heart

Ah the bliss of a warm hug, body moulded close to yours
My head on your shoulder, nuzzling your neck
Lips tasting yours, feeling the desire rising
Feeling the spark that burns brightly, then dims

I should leave while the memories are still beautiful
While you still want to hold my hand sometimes as we walk
Stride for stride, side by side
Laughing and talking together

I'll leave while we still have the memories
Of coffees at the Henley Coffee club
Watching passers by while we spoon the froth
And ponder how they live their lives

Leave remembering the joy of turning homeward with you
Happy that we still have time for us
Time to go up to your room and make love
To lay a while wrapped in your arms in the warm afterglow

Not leave as we do, quickly showering dressing and departing
All the while knowing your head and heart are somewhere else
Knowing that you have disconnected from me in your mind
Knowing that I cannot be the love of your life.
RJG 25/11/05

Posted by: waternymph47 at November 26, 2008 7:09 PM

Time...
( Nel, 2007)

Unfold with the beginning of time
bend with the wind...
Touch the beauty the essence,
the treasures held within
hold me hold me
never let me go...
look within forever caress my soul
feelings of boundless energy flow
from deep within the core,
resonating peacefully
yet soundly,
the coldness begins to thaw...
The ever innocent depth
of ones eyes,
hold the key the answers I seek
the fear subsides the
gentle wind blows,
peeling the layers once held
now it freely flows...
If i seek I shall find
within the depths of time,
forgotten, not yet
withered away
gentle the breeze flow onto
the new beginnning of day..
When the sun will rise
and shine its light forevermore
hold me forever be
forever shine on me forevermore..

Blessings
Nel...

Posted by: enchantinel at November 26, 2008 6:52 PM

Posted by: ahappyending

Thankyou hun that goes double ditto for you too.. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder..

Posted by: waternymph47 at
November 24, 2008 9:54 PM

Mine too, its a very inspiring beautiful place to be here...
Thankyou for sharing your worlds and allowing me to share mine.
:))) Nel

Posted by: enchantinel at November 25, 2008 1:34 PM

Thanks !
ahappyending at November 24, 2008 9:54 PM
This is my favourite blog!

Posted by: waternymph47 at November 25, 2008 1:03 PM

Posted by: enchantinel at November 23, 2008 6:23 PM
Thank you. Both you and waternymph47 are very talented.

Posted by: ahappyending at November 24, 2008 9:54 PM

The Lonely Soul

The lonely soul wanders
Alone in the walks of life
No other soul as his companion
The lonely soul wanders

Alone in the daybreak
He does his duties
In the walks of life
The lonely soul wanders

Alone in the life
He meets many other souls
Who comes to be
Unfit for the lonely soul
The lonely soul wanders

As the days pass by
The lonely soul became
More lonely, with no other
souls as his companion
The lonely soul wanders

Alone in the walks of life
The lonely soul decides
Not to die, but to face
LIfe in all its hardships
The lonely soul wanders

Anto Thermadam

Posted by: outbackdrifter at November 24, 2008 9:51 PM

Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
(1772-1834- one of the founders of the Romantic movement with William Wordsworth.)

Kubla Khan

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.

So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:
And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!

The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!

A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me
That with music loud and long
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

Posted by: angela11 at November 24, 2008 9:45 PM

Water Birds

Like water birds who’ve mated for life
I want to spend golden days on the river with you
Gliding side by side on the river
Feet paddling like mad below but serene above
Diving to see what lies beneath

Birds that fly free yet never fly alone
Soaring together in the heavens
Drifting down to the river
To rest their wings to play
To feast on what life and the seasons bring

Viewing glorious sunsets over the ocean
Hoping to see whales and dolphins
Parking on a deserted beach
Exploring the sunny depths
Being enchanted by leafy sea dragons

I want to share diamond nights with you
Gazing at an endless night sky
Star Gazing from the deck
Seeing the moon and stars gleaming on water
From the cosy solitude of the boat

Golden days at work and play
In a house boat built for two
Rocked to sleep at night on the river
Safe and warm in your arms
Enveloped in your love
RJG 2006

Posted by: waternymph47 at November 24, 2008 7:27 PM

I been waiting for too long..
Someone fly me to the moon..
But I am not afraid to be alone..

Maybe this time...
Maybe tonight...
Someone will answer my prolong lone...

Maybe I am a fool...
Pretending fallen in love to unknown...
That my heartbeat will passed to the moon...

Dreams someone but still unknown...
Feeling my heart crashing along...
Why, keeps me that too long...

I'll wait until he comes along...
Very soon we'll meet, not for long...
Together will fly to the moon...

He'll bring me a smile shine by the marry moon...
Will bring me all his belongs...
And I will love you endless long...

Smiles will stayed a lasting long...
Be together like endless love song...
And will dance together under smiling moon...

But for the meantime or a bit long...
I will enjoy blogging all along...
Just for now and so long...

Posted by: birdsofparadise at November 24, 2008 9:52 AM

No matter what the issue is,
Love is the correct response.

Posted by: birdsofparadise at November 24, 2008 9:16 AM

Love can soften all the rough edges in your mind, body and spirit
As the life force of the universe
It's the cosmic superglue that holds everything together.
Next time you're facing a choice between Love and Money or Material things
Remember to go for things that is priceless.

Posted by: birdsofparadise at November 24, 2008 9:13 AM

Speak Your Mind
Leave Fear Behind

Posted by: birdsofparadise at November 24, 2008 9:05 AM

Posted by: heart2heart57 at November 22, 2008 2:45 PM
The poem is very beautiful. Hope you find your happiness very soon to make this dream come true.

And parents love is the greatest love, nothing can compare.

A story of a wife asking the husband who he would save if both his mother and she were in danger. Dont know how the husband answered. But that question is a very stupid and selfish one to ask.

Would any good man not save his mother, who has given him unconditional love, raised him, come to his rescue whenever he had needed, and helped make him the person of today? And the wife is younger and can be more capable of taking care of herself.

Nowadays, people tend to more and more center on themselves, troubling themselves with too much time on their own happiness.

But if thinking back, how many people can say honestly that they have in fact loved others, including their parents? How much have they done (in real action) for those whom they have declared their love?

Oops, didnt know a poem can trigger all these thoughts. :0)

Good luck.

Posted by: ahappyending at November 24, 2008 12:32 AM

My Heart...

In the fragileness,stillness
of my heart,
lies the essence of my soul,
ever searching longing to be loved
that one true forever hold...
He who ventures to the depths
within, finds treasureand
candy sweet,
but beware for where there is fruit
their bares also one million
scattered pieces..
Of broken torn and tired pasts
dreams and visions once had
and lost,
but yet beyond those scattered
peices lie
shimmering hope of ventures
forgotten not..
To the one who is true strong
and brave, who can delve within
hidden realms,
shall touch my heart and the
everlasting deep mysteries
held within.
Not disappointment nor with it
regrets shall he feel,
when he enters the hidden core...
rather beauty strength wisdom
and grace, he shall find opening
the once locked hidden door,
and thus be that destiny that one right for me the one who with his open heart once again lighting
the fire that warms evermore.

Blessings Nel

Posted by: enchantinel at November 23, 2008 7:41 PM

Posted by: ahappyending at November 22, 2008 7:38 PM

Perhaps the shadow side of your soul, both poems beautifully touching the essence of two sides of one nature.
:))) Nel

Posted by: enchantinel at November 23, 2008 6:23 PM

Raindrops

Raindrops, pattering on the roof
Tapping gently at the windows
Cleansing the air... refreshing
Rinsing away the city smog
I'll breathe more easily tonight

Water drops, spurting from the shower head
Beating gently against my skin
Soothing away the day's soil
Steam rising, soap lathering
I feel more refreshed now

The towel, big and soft on my skin
Wrapped around me like a lover's arms
Touching, patting, drying, warming
Dabbing all the droplets away
I feel more relaxed now

Bed, cosy and comfortable
Soft sheets and a warm Doona
A pair of cuddly, soft pillows.
I slither down, relax, read a while
Turn out the light and listen to the rain

Sleep, desired yet still elusive
No lover to reach for
No warm body to snuggle into
No hands to touch, stroke, massage
Just my own, to knead away the knots of pain

Raindrops, still pattering on the roof
Still gently tapping at my window
I breathe the cool moist air
Wishing that someone was there
To share the gentle hush of rain as we fall asleep

RJG 12/10/99

Posted by: waternymph47 at November 23, 2008 3:51 PM

But my Poems of Love does make sense.

Words, without actions, are words.

Sitting talking about love, singing love songs, and writing love poems, technically, can not be categorized as Love.

How easy it is to just talk, sing, and copy.

My writing of this poem is to remind those, who can fall easily at sweet words, to ignore things only spoken, written and copied; instead, to value more of a persons actions.

Loving words, songs and poems, from a stranger, are not Actions of Love.

They are Actions of Love, only if from the person, who is in love with you in your REAL life.

They are Actions of Love, if they are spoken to you, sung to you and written to you, even after the commencement of your relationship and also in the life you are together! Especially in the life you are together!

(Dont know why I so care about others business? I guess it is a way of advising myself but also sharing my thoughts with others?)

Posted by: ahappyending at November 23, 2008 3:41 PM

I wrote this poem a very very long time ago...
Dreamer
Catch a glimps of my soul,
Cover me up when im cold,
Help me with the words you say,
for a man like this i often pray,
I see him there wehn i sleep,
and try to catch a little peek,
at his face and at his soul,
but who he is ive not been told,
I wonder if i'll ever know,
the person ment to help me grow.
Bj

Posted by: xxbj at November 23, 2008 1:42 PM

Lonely
Is eating a solitary breakfast
As my son sleeps in the next room
And knowing that he will be soon gone
To make his way in the world as children should

Lonely
Is standing at the bus stop
Knowing that a bus filled with strangers
Will soon appear and carry me to the city
To work in a crowded and empty place

Lonely
Is puting my profile on RSVP
Hoping that I'm not just inspiring fantasies
Wishing that someone would be smitten
And tell me that he wants me in his life

Lonely
Is writing words that echo into silence
Hoping to touch someone’s heart
Yet doubting those word
Will ever reach into the core of someone's being

Lonely
Is walking the beach alone
Watching sunsets by myself
Envying lovers walking hand in hand
Making foolish wishes to the stars at full moon

Lonely
Is wondering if I will ever
Know again the sensuous touch of a lover
Wondering if I can look into eyes
Which hold a welcoming warmth for me there

RJG 3/6/00

Posted by: waternymph47 at November 23, 2008 11:47 AM

Posted by: outbackdrifter at November 22, 2008 3:45 PM
Yes, it is my poem. It is:

A mean day of mine
The display of my side of darkness
Dark as opposite to Bright
The balances of scale of light

As scale of Night and Day,
As scale of Despair and Hope
As scale of Tear and Laughter

As destruction versus Creation

Out, flapping, flapping
From the tomb of destruction
A pair of wings

Fly, fly; Up, up,
to the splendour rays of Sun
Born, a new butterfly

- The reborn of me

(I just like to be mean for a little. :0))

Posted by: ahappyending at November 22, 2008 7:38 PM

Posted by: ahappyending at November 22, 2008 3:12 PM

I'm assuming that you have written this poem yourself seeing you have not credited an author.

I find it a little sad that you see love poems as "Imagined illusions & boundless sweet delusion

Posted by: outbackdrifter at November 22, 2008 3:45 PM

Poems of Love

Poems of love
Words of sweet feelings
Imagined illusions
Lifting spirit up, at night, alone
Granting ones wings
Fly,
Fly,
Into the universe of dreams
Fly,
Fly, in the boundless sweet delusion

The End

Posted by: ahappyending at November 22, 2008 3:12 PM

This is not so much a poem, but a song by Chris DeBurgh (songs are poetry too...)

To me, it shows the deep love a parent can have for a child - a gift I have not yet been blessed with. The most treasured gift of all...

This is for Rosanna, sweet girl of mine,
A song for the baby who changed my life,
Ill never forget when I saw you first,
I thought that my heart would burst,
With the love that I have.

As I watch you sleeping in here tonight,
And I hear your breathing so soft and light,
I cannot believe all the things that I feel,
When I hold you next to me,
Its the love that I have.

Oh how my heart it is shining,
Oh how my heart it is shining,
Oh how my heart is shining through,
With the love that I have.

And as you are growing from baby to child,
I share the wonders that are in your eyes,
And I am amazed at the way you change,
All according to the plan,
And the love that I have.

And when you are older you will go away,
Youll see injustice and youll see pain,
But never forget that Im always there,
Like a shadow by your side,
With the love that I have.

Oh my love, you have your mothers eyes,
And when I see you laugh, you have your mothers smile,
And you are mine all of my life,
You are mine, all of my love,
You are mine, blood of my blood,
You are mine.

Oh how my heart it is shining,
Oh how my heart it is shining,
Oh how my heart it is shining through,
With the love that I have.

Posted by: heart2heart57 at November 22, 2008 2:45 PM

This poem was given to me by a special soul, someone I never met yet resonated beauty in their soul like many on here. It touches a chord with me , and one of my most cherished moments...hope you enjoy.

Pablo Neruda, a Chilian poet

Love Sonnet XVII

I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Posted by: enchantinel at November 22, 2008 11:30 AM

She Walks in Beauty

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies:
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face:
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

~ Lord Byron (1788-1824)

Posted by: outbackdrifter at November 22, 2008 2:03 AM

Lone Wolf

Lone wolf...... you run as one now but that was not how it always was

Lone Wolf......family & mate was everything but how things change

Lone Wolf......you call at night but now no one answers, it was not always this way

Lone Wolf......Your heart is empty but once it was full of love & happiness

Lone Wolf......Your soul walks this world alone but how it aches to walk with the one it loves
Lone Wolf......you are alone

By Dark Wolf AKA Drifter

Posted by: outbackdrifter at November 22, 2008 2:00 AM

Mystic/spiritual aphorisms

When things enslave, spirit is poor,
This the truth of an iron-clad law.
Be rich in spirit and you will see
Open the doors to eternity.

If tossed by the waves of worldly strife,
Thou is not anchored in the higher life.

I must keep to an even keel,
To stay sane on life's spinning wheel.

The lower self is a prison you see,
The higher self will set you free.

Eternity's our true home,
We come to earth but to roam.

Shine bright your inner light
and you can make,
the world anew
for all life's sake.

With cleansed vision you can dwell,
Inside heaven instead of hell.

Finding the world within your soul,
You're on the way to being whole.

On flows my soul like a new sprung river,
Refreshing all for ever and ever.

Matter entraps thee,
Spirit sets thee free.

Life deals you out a hand of cards,
Play them well for your rewards.

Man for himself has prisons made,
Thinks he's master but is a slave.

1000 invisible threads bind thee,
That's why it's so hard to be free.

My spirit wants to be totally free,
Seeking to dwell in eternity.

Posted by: outbackdrifter at November 22, 2008 1:52 AM

As well as reflecting the light in the heart, poetry is a way of expressing the darkness in our souls, that part of us that we dont understand and at times keep hidden from the world with our masks.

The illusion of love... by Nel

Aug 3, 2008

Do not love me for I am an illusion, I sway on a pendulum of lightness and darkness within...

Do not love me for I am not who you desire I am

a mere fascination something alive in your imagination, I am not real...

Do not love me for I have flesh but my heart is an empty vessel, filled with love yet unable to give to one, I resonate beauty, I am the sweetness on your tongue and at the same time the bitterness in your soul.. I need to be free, I am free spirited, I need to soar I need to fly I need to spread my wings...

Do not love me for I cannot love you the way you deserve to be loved, I will break your heart... I will give rise to the sadness in your soul, the very mirror of my own, through your eyes I am a reflection, through my eyes you are a dream....

Do not love me for I cannot love, I can care I can give I can pretend yet deep within my heart, there is nothing really there, I am an empty vessel all the love in the universe I can give to all yet I cannot give to one...

Do not love me for my tears are tears of blood my soul is darkened my life already possessed, I am not whom you believe me to be... yet

I am blessed

I am me

Nel

Posted by: enchantinel at November 21, 2008 8:34 PM

I just think poetry is something very beautiful.

Each individual word on its own is nothing very special, but when words are in a poem, they turn alive, as cheerful as an elf, or as melancholy as a sad maiden girl.

Each poem, even little, tells a story, or, displays a vivid picture with colours, views and figures.

Each poem can either make one smile, or dismal, or inspired, or cheered up.

The witchcraft effect of poetry!

I wonder how many people like poems these days, especially those way back to old times.

Posted by: ahappyending at November 20, 2008 10:43 PM

A Doubting Heart
(Anne Procter)

WHERE are the swallows fled?
Frozen and dead,
Perchance, upon some bleak and stormy shore.
O doubting heart!
Far over purple seas
They wait, in sunny ease,
The balmy southern breeze,
To bring them to their northern homes once more.

Why must the flowers die?
Prisoned they lie
In the cold tomb, heedless of tears or rain.
O doubting heart!
They only sleep below
The soft white ermine snow,
While winter winds shall blow,
To breathe and smile upon you soon again.

The sun has hid its rays
These many days;
Will dreary hours never leave the earth?
O doubting heart!
The stormy clouds on high
Veil the same sunny sky,
That soon (for spring is nigh)
Shall wake the summer into golden mirth.

Fair hope is dead, and light
Is quenched in night.
What sound can break the silence of despair?
O doubting heart!
Thy sky is overcast,
Yet stars shall rise at last,
Brighter for darkness past,
And angels silver voices stir the air.

Posted by: ahappyending at November 20, 2008 9:05 PM

Love looks not with the eyes
But with the mind,
And therefore is wing'd cupid
painted blind.

A Midsummer Night's Dream
Act I, Scene I

Posted by: artizanne at November 20, 2008 1:12 PM

The Mirror to my Soul
by Neralie (2005)

The mirror to my soul
struggling at times to
be my own soul/person
separate from those around me
individual yet part of the clan...
Happy then sad
Angry then glad
who am I
At times I do not know...
Yet deep within when
I touch my soul,
and comprehend the
diversity and beauty of
my innerwhole,
do I begin to grow
touch others with beauty,
strength knowledge and wisdom..
Be who I am
I AM WHOLE....

Blessings Nel

Posted by: enchantinel at November 20, 2008 10:46 AM

If I had but two little wings
And were a little feathery bird,
To you I'd fly, my dear!
But thoughts like these are idle things
And I stay here.

But in my sleep to you I fly:
I'm always with you in my sleep!
The world is all one's own.
And then one wakes, and where am I?
All, all alone.

SAMUEL T. COLERIDGE.

Posted by: eatsrootsandleaves at November 20, 2008 10:14 AM

And one more:

Hope is the thing with feathers

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Posted by: ahappyending at November 20, 2008 12:04 AM

Hi, guys
What are your favourite poems. Let us know. And here is one more from me.

LOVE is anterior to life,
Posterior to death,
Initial of creation, and
The exponent of breath.

Posted by: ahappyending at November 20, 2008 12:02 AM

Experience is the Angled Road

Experience is the Angled Road
Preferred against the Mind
By – Paradox – the Mind itself-
Presuming it to lead

Quite Opposite - How Complicate
The Discipline of Man -
Compelling Him to Choose Himself
His Preappointed Pain -

Posted by: ahappyending at November 19, 2008 11:59 PM

Delight becomes pictorial

Delight becomes pictorial
When viewed through pain,
More fair, because impossible
That any gain.

The mountain at a given distance
In amber lies;
Approached, the amber flits a little,--
And that's the skies

Posted by: ahappyending at November 19, 2008 11:56 PM

As a moth to the lamp
I am drawn to your warmth
The warmth that shows in your eyes
Eyes that hint of the gentle soul within
Eyes that speak of a warm loving heart

I watch your animation as you speak
Of things close to your heart
Things that touched your soul
Each gesticulation ... each expression
That fervour that shines from you

When you speak from your life
A life of lessons learned
Learning that shaped your soul
A soul that has a warm light glowing
Giving off warmth that I'd like to share

Let me be the moth to your lamp
Let me warm myself in your glow
I want to kindle that glow
See it burn bright and strong
And know that I need never fear the flame
RJG\24/2/05\

Lovely words too Unknownauthor :-)

artizanne at November 19, 2008 10:37 AM
I have a large volume of collected Verse and it includes a complete collection of Omar Kayam as collected by Edward Fitzgerald :-)

Posted by: waternymph47 at November 19, 2008 1:47 PM

Hey,Water,I nearly posted the same last night....!!! Thanks......

Posted by: artizanne at November 19, 2008 10:37 AM

Journey of Life..by Neralie

Journey of life ever
somewhere entwined
hidden under the surface
and slowly in time..
Lies the hidden truth
and secrets we seek
resonating loudly through
the words dare we speak...
Each step it is taken with
the wheel ever turning
surrounding us daily
with a timely warning
reap the consequences
cause effect of each action
Beware as you step
tread lightly and soundly..
Be true be fair be honest be kind
take only whats needed
and spare some in time..
For only when true abundance
is shining brightly on thee
dare you tread without warning
feel the breeze ever freeeee.

Cheers Neralie

Posted by: enchantinel at November 19, 2008 10:25 AM

Ive been writing " Words" for about 40 some years . Inspired by the likes of Omar Kayam and the classic English poets!
Really should stop blogging and get on with my book .. but I love the interaction of like minds .. and weather those who deride!

"The Moving Finger writes; and having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it. "

Posted by: waternymph47 at November 19, 2008 9:49 AM

Thanks, Ellida, for this topic that I have asked for.

I quite like this little poem:

What One Approves, Another Scorns

What one approves,
another scorns,
and thus
his nature each discloses.
You find the rosebush
full of thorns,
I find the thornbush
full of roses.

Posted by: ahappyending at November 19, 2008 12:00 AM

I'll fill my nights and days,
so not to thinks of you-
and look up friends I haven't seen in years-
I'll read sad books and watch sad films
to camouflage my tears-
I'll play the clown and drink too much,
trying to forget
the way your hand caressed a glass
or held a cigarette-
but in the lonely light of dawn,
when dreams are hard to hold,
the foolish mask has slipped away,
the truth is stark and cold-
I'll touch the pillow where you slept
and in my heart I'll smile-
remembering you loved me.........
for a while........

Posted by: unknownauthor at November 18, 2008 10:58 PM

...there's always the classics..
"A book of verses beneath the bough,
A jug of wine,a loaf of bread-and thou
Beside me singing in the wilderness-
Oh wilderness were paradise enow!"
...Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

Posted by: artizanne at November 18, 2008 10:46 PM

I touch your hand,
You kiss my cheek
Your touch is warm
My resolve is weak.

Posted by: aquamanda56 at November 18, 2008 8:29 PM

Words...that come from the mind's eye
Painting pictures of a glorious spring day
Sun shining in brilliant blue sky
Trimmed with a few whispy windblown clouds
Clouds, white puffs of fairy floss pulled thin
Birds drifting and whirling
Like wind tossed leaves.

Words that come from the heart
To tell someone how you feel
That seeing them smile takes your breath away
Remembering a tender moment
When you stroked a soft cheek
Held a hand and walked thru life together
Remembering arms wrapped round in a loving hug
A hug, that spoke volumes silently.

Words that come from the soul
To tell someone they are your all
That life has new meaning with them
That you always want to be beside them
Be a part of each other
And even when alone...never apart
Only words.?...

Posted by: waternymph47 at November 18, 2008 7:50 PM