this poem is even more brilliant when you hear the author read it, an absolute must for those going to bed tonight feeling fed up with life...she is a very inspiring lady!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqOqo50LSZ0
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this poem is even more brilliant when you hear the author read it, an absolute must for those going to bed tonight feeling fed up with life...she is a very inspiring lady!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqOqo50LSZ0
aye...that angelou she's a confident lassie!.....
could listen to that voice all night tho....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7GsESHfb3mw
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing of my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can't see.
I say
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
The palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Here is an appropiate poem for this month:
December
While snow the window-panes bedim,
The fire curls up a sunny charm,
Where, creaming o'er the pitcher's rim,
The flowering ale is set to warm;
Mirth, full of joy as summer bees,
Sits there, its pleasures to impart,
And children, 'tween their parent's knees,
Sing scraps of carols o'er by heart.
And some, to view the winter weathers,
Climb up the window-seat with glee,
Likening the snow to falling feathers,
In fancy infant ecstasy;
Laughing, with superstitious love,
O'er visions wild that youth supplies,
Of people pulling geese above,
And keeping Christmas in the skies.
As tho' the homestead trees were drest,
In lieu of snow, with dancing leaves,
As tho' the sun-dried martin's nest,
Instead of ickles, hung the eaves,
The children hail the happy day -
As if the snow were April's grass,
And pleas'd, as 'neath the warmth of May,
Sport o'er the water froze as glass.
John Clare
Lovely X runner in particular .....
And children, 'tween their parent's knees,
Sing scraps of carols o'er by heart.
and ...
keeping Christmas in the skies.
Rise.
Night arrives full of dread,
Relentless death through my head,
Smacks me down,
Down to the ground.
On the floor bleeding,
Life force leaving,
Everything is silent,
Lord should i repent.
Something moves within me,
Crawl on my knees to be free,
Memories of love flood in,
Overcome, rise begin.
Like a fallen warrior i rise,
Fierce,passion in my eyes,
I can beat it i will be me,
Risen,bloodied,battered and free.
By Matt Harmston
That's great.
That's one to add to my list of projects. Do a bloke's version of that. :) Should be a giggle.
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Originally Posted by freckle
Wow Tri thats brilliant!...good to have you back! how funny that you posted this and i just posted the angelou poem! now thats telepathy! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
aye..we will look forward to that one Harry!Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
THE CAT AND THE MOON
by: W. B. Yeats (1865-1939)
- http://www.poetry-archive.com/t_pic.gifHE cat went here and there
- And the moon spun round like a top,
- And the nearest kin of the moon,
- The creeping cat, looked up.
- Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,
- For, wander and wail as he would,
- The pure cold light in the sky
- Troubled his animal blood.
- Minnaloushe runs in the grass
- Lifting his delicate feet.
- Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance?
- When two close kindred meet,
- What better than call a dance?
- Maybe the moon may learn,
- Tired of that courtly fashion,
- A new dance turn.
- Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
- From moonlit place to place,
- The sacred moon overhead
- Has taken a new phase.
- Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils
- Will pass from change to change,
- And that from round to crescent,
- From crescent to round they range?
- Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
- Alone, important and wise,
- And lifts to the changing moon
- His changing eyes.
Great I love Yeats and I love all moon poems!........... :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill