i like this...short and sweet
Interpetation
Somewhere within your loving look I sense,
Without the least intention to deceive,
Without suspicion, without evidence,
Somewhere within your heart the heart to leave.
Vikram Seth
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i like this...short and sweet
Interpetation
Somewhere within your loving look I sense,
Without the least intention to deceive,
Without suspicion, without evidence,
Somewhere within your heart the heart to leave.
Vikram Seth
Oh that's a bit sad :( Are you ok?
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Originally Posted by freckle
Oh I know it is but geet well written nevertheless! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Stef F
Yes it's lovely but sad. Sob!Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Sigh............Quote:
Originally Posted by Stef F
Absence
I have scarcely left you
When you go in me, crystalline,
Or trembling,
Or uneasy, wounded by me
Or overwhelmed with love, as
when your eyes
Close upon the gift of life
That without cease I give you.
My love,
We have found each other
Thirsty and we have
Drunk up all the water and the
Blood,
We found each other
Hungry
And we bit each other
As fire bites,
Leaving wounds in us.
But wait for me,
Keep for me your sweetness.
I will give you too
A rose.
Pablo Neruda
Aww...you can't beat a bit of the Pablo romance! I have, thanks to a certain haiku King, a copy of The Essential Neruda.Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
It may have been posted before, but this one I like very much:
Twenty Love Poems 7
Leaning into the evenings
Leaning into the evenings I throw my sad nets
to your ocean eyes.
There my loneliness stretches and burns in the tallest bonfire,
arms twisting like a drowning man's.
I cast red signals over your absent eyes
which lap like the sea at the lighthouse shore.
You guard only darkness, my distant female,
sometimes the coast of dread emerges from your stare.
Leaning into the evenings I toss my sad nets
to that sea which stirs your ocean eyes.
The night birds peck at the first stars
that twinkle like my soul as I love you.
Night gallops on her shadowy mare
scattering blue wheat stalks over the fields.
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Originally Posted by Stef F
Stef this poem is one of my all time fave's and has great sentimental value to me................................................ .............................................;);)
interestingly i always thought it was leaning into the afternoons.......:)
Leaning in a bookshop
now defunct
a seed began to germinate
Nice haiku FreckleQuote:
Originally Posted by freckle
I'm guessing that due to the translation there might be more than one version kicking around. I would dearly love to hear his work spoken in Spanish.
Freedom.
As i take my first steps into a brave new world,
i feel the decades of mental pain and self torture,
remove itself from me like a rattlesnakes skin,
how could i look myself in the eye.
Calypso flows into my heart and nestles me in her bosom,
i am safe after all this time when i thought she could no longer,
hear the truth in my heart that will last eternally,
we are stardust,we are love,we are one.
By Herakles.
Aww.....love is in the air :)
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Originally Posted by Herakles
Wow, this is wonderful Mossdog. I really like it and can relate to it very much...something that seems miraculous considering my state of being a month ago. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Mossdog
There has been some really wonderful posts over the weekend and it seems that not only spring, but love, is in the air for many fell poets! Hurray!!!:)
Andrew Marr Starts the Week with Fiona Shaw talking about her new production 'Elegy for Young Lovers' at the ENO, Simon Armitage on his new collection of poetry 'Seeing Stars' and Lord Bingham discussing the rule of law.
09:00 26/04/10
:D
Hey I hadn't realised this was one of yours Mossy! well done! excellent stuff! :):)Quote:
Originally Posted by Mossdog
Mild the mist upon the hill
Mild the mist upon the hill
Telling not of storms tomorrow;
No, the day has wept its fill,
Spent its store of silent sorrow.
O, I'm gone back to the days of youth,
I am a child once more,
And 'neath my father's sheltering roof
And near the old hall door
I watch this cloudy evening fall
After a day of rain;
Blue mists, sweet mists of summer pall
The horizon's mountain chain.
The damp stands on the long green grass
As thick as morning's tears,
And dreamy scents of fragrance pass
That breathe of other years.
Emily Bronte
Haworth
I'm here now where you were.
The summer grass under my palms is your hair.
Your taste is the living air.
I lie on my back. Two juggling butterflies are your smile.
The heathery breath of the moor's simply your smell.
Your name sounds on the coded voice of the bell.
I'll go nowhere you've not.
The bleached dip in a creature's bone's your throat.
That high lark, whatever it was you thought.
And this ridged stone your hand in mine,
and the curve of the turning earth your spine,
and the swooning bees besotted with flowers your tune.
I get up and walk. The dozing hillside is your dreaming head.
The cobblestones are every word you said.
The grave I knelt beside, only your bed
Carol Ann Duffy
Two really gorgeous choices DT but in particular this one...stunning!Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
Many thanks Hes, and I'm really, really happy for you too :):):):Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Totally brilliant Frecks - whose verse?Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
I'd not twigged either, so that makes it even better.Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Sing along now....Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6AH7e3qK0EA
:):):)
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Originally Posted by Hes
You do realise that the massively huge preponderence of love poems in this here thread, whilst being I'm sure brilliantly excellent for those FPSer's who are 'all loved up', do leave the rest of us saddos falling miserably and forlornly into a bottomless abyss of despair and self pity.......... :D
But Stolly thats the WHOLE point!....angst is the best source of inspiration !...so what are you waiting for?....get writing.......:DQuote:
Originally Posted by Stolly
Oh and if angst doesn't work how about an ode to your new friend, v v v v cute! :)
er mine :oQuote:
Originally Posted by Mossdog
He knew it was yours all along :)Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
And although I'm clearly soft in the head, I'm damned if I'm going to start writing doggie poems :rolleyes: :)
awww noooo.....sorry! That was indeed my stance only one lunar cycle ago and I apologise for being part of the lovefest. The only thing I can say is that give up all hope and be determined to get old alone and surrounded by hairy, smelly but loveable dogs...that's what I did and then 'he' came along. I'll find you something uplifting and non-love orientated asap.Quote:
Originally Posted by Stolly
For Stolly:
April
To the fresh wet fields
and the white
froth of flowers
Came the wild errant swallows
with a scream.
Herbert Read
Who needs love when you've got these little harbingers of joy returning to our green and pleasant land?!:)
All good climbing training, getting out of 'said' bottomless abyss;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Stolly
Have you seen your first then Hes? I've not seen any on this side of the country yet.Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Mmmmm me thinks i am a bit thick at times!Quote:
Originally Posted by Stolly
well if it ain't doggie
then it has to be
angst....
that could sound a bit dodgy :eek:
Go for it Stef and what a delight to read your lines.Quote:
Originally Posted by Stef F
Oh yes DT. That is stunning - thanks. Great find.Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
You are a star. What lovely, lovely lines. I hope you don't mind, I'm going to copy that to a very special friend, although I may have some explaining to do when I credit it to 'Freckle' :o:rolleyes:Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
I don't mind at all I am glad you like it Mossy, I regard that as a major compliment :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Mossdog
I love doggie poems, me...:DQuote:
Originally Posted by Stolly
The Dogs
Benjamin Peck Keith (1856-1927)
If men in this world were as honest and true:
As the dogs--That they claim have no souls to save,
There would be little use for a church, or a pew,
There would be little talk of the Christian or Jew,
And all would be saved, instead of a few;
If men, like the dogs, were as honest and true,
If men, like the dogs, were as noble and brave.
When a dog wags his tail, it is only one way,
But men wag their tongues to lie and to pray,
And work both these schemes on the very same day:
And then have the wonderful face to say,
That Heaven is only for such as they.
Ah well...i can't have this thread excluding people on the basis of misery... I mean we wouldn't do it to Plath would we?Quote:
Originally Posted by Stolly
So here we are Stolly, a bit of Bukowski.....
Voila.....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iCrn1...eature=related
actually that was one of his more chirpy ones I feel....
Alone with everyone
the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.
there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.
nobody ever finds
the one.
the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill
nothing else
fills.
Charles Bukowski
well it is a monday!
Calypso's Curse.
Do i have the courage of my convictions,
Can i lose myself in your eyes,
Calypso's curse could bring me to my end,
World upside down,
I have waited for so long,
Will i have the strength to see this through.
By Herakles.
Mmmmm calypso was a greek mythology type person was she not?Quote:
Originally Posted by Herakles
you could have a whole book on this particular story :)
Oh dear....I can do miserable stuff too it that helps?Quote:
Originally Posted by Stolly
Broken is the heart that
is trapped under the crush
of the foot that suddenly
and heavily treads in a hush
Bruised is the soul that once
was lifted from the pit
only to be released without warning
to fall back down it
Noisy is the mind that
searches desperately for
reason or cause
only to raise the pain a little bit more
Cruel is the hand that
deals the blow
for no one alive deserves this
torture I know
Now can I go back to the lovie dovie stuff please? :p
Or maybe the doggie rhymes would be better? :D
Stolly had a little dog, it's coat was triple coloured
and everywhere that Stolly went, this little feller follered!
It followed him to the pools one day, where Stolly liked to dip
It made the bathers splash and spray to see poor Harry drip!
So Stolly sat him on the bank where patiently he waited
Why does the dog love Stolly so? the bathers contemplated
Well Stolly feeds the dog you see so here is love explained
Just serve it up fresh every day, and love will be retained :D
Apologies to Sarah Hale for butchering her work!