I walked out in the night tonight but was greeted with a less than poetic gaudy extravaganza of flashing santas on trains and the such like!
Lovely poem though.
Originally Posted by freckle
I walked out in the night tonight but was greeted with a less than poetic gaudy extravaganza of flashing santas on trains and the such like!
Lovely poem though.
Memory
(Part One)
Rossetti
I nursed it in my bosom while it lived,
I hid it in my heart when it was dead;
In joy I sat alone, even so I grieved
Alone and nothing said.
I shut the door to face the naked truth,
I stood alone -- I faced the truth alone,
Stripped bare of self-regard or forms or ruth
Till first and last were shown.
I took the perfect balances and weighed;
No shaking of my hand disturbed the poise;
Weighed, found it wanting: not a word I said,
But silent made my choice.
None know the choice I made; I make it still.
None know the choice I made and broke my heart,
Breaking mine idol: I have braced my will
Once, chosen for once my part.
I broke it at a blow, I laid it cold,
Crushed in my deep heart where it used to live.
My heart dies inch by inch; time grows old,
Grows old in which I grieve.
Matthew Harmston R.I.P.
My cerulean heart longs to wither,
It lost what kept it warm and whole,
A plethora of sins now lie where once there was purity,
It's owner gone forever never to be found,
Replaced by a chemical facsimile of a soul,
Suicide, what would be the point ,
The joke is that everything that was me has gone,
Wisps of dust in the air long forgotten,
I mourn for you my dear young boy.
Matthew Harmston R.I.P 1970-1983.
By Matthew Harmston
intrigued tri mind......
Morning,
That is lovely. Sometimes all there is left are memories. Like your dreams; keep them alive.
Dream-Pedlary
IF there were dreams to sell,
What would you buy?
Some cost a passing bell;
Some a light sigh,
That shakes from Life's fresh crown
Only a rose-leaf down.
If there were dreams to sell,
Merry and sad to tell,
And the crier rang the bell,
What would you buy?
A cottage lone and still,
With bowers nigh,
Shadowy, my woes to still,
Until I die.
Such pearls from Life's fresh crown
Fain would I shake me down.
Were dreams to have at will,
This would best heal my ill,
This would I buy.
But there were dreams to sell
Ill didst thou buy;
Life is a dream, they tell,
Waking, to die.
Dreaming a dream to prize,
Is wishing ghosts to rise;
And if I had the spell
To call the buried well,
Which one should I?
If there are ghosts to raise,
What shall I call,
Out of hell's murky haze,
Heaven's blue pall?
Raise my loved long-lost boy,
To lead me to his joy.--
There are no ghosts to raise;
Out of death lead no ways;
Vain is the call.
Know'st thou not ghosts to sue,
No love thou hast.
Else lie, as I will do,
And breathe thy last.
So out of Life's fresh crown
Fall like a rose-leaf down.
Thus are the ghosts to woo;
Thus are all dreams made true,
Ever to last!
Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Last edited by Harry H Howgill; 20-12-2009 at 09:24 AM.
If thou wilt ease thine heart
IF thou wilt ease thine heart
Of love, and all its smart,--
Then sleep, dear, sleep!
And not a sorrow
Hang any tear on your eyelashes;
Lie still and deep,
Sad soul, until the sea-wave washes
The rim o' the sun to-morrow,
In eastern sky,
But wilt thou cure thine heart
Of love, and all its smart,--
Then die, dear, die!
'T is deeper, sweeter,
Than on a rose bank to lie dreaming
With folded eye;
And then alone, amid the beaming
Of love's stars, thou'lt meet her
In eastern sky.
Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Last edited by Harry H Howgill; 20-12-2009 at 09:45 AM.
Good morning all! ( I am getting later and later it would seem, need to get my act together!)
HHH what a glorious poem to start the day!...
having just had my breakfast it slooking like i'll have to wait a bit for my run but hoping to get a longish one inbetween kids parties and general chaos!!!hopefully though me and some mud and earth will get to party laters facilitated by my inov 8s!
Have a wonderful day all!
Earth
Derek Walcott
Let the day grow on you upward
through your feet,
the vegetal knuckles,
to your knees of stone,
until by evening you are a black tree;
feel, with evening,
the swifts thicken your hair,
the new moon rising out of your forehead,
and the moonlit veins of silver
running from your armpits
like rivulets under white leaves.
Sleep, as ants cross over your eyelids.
You have never possessed anything
as deeply as this. This is all you have owned
from the first outcry
through forever;
you can never be dispossessed.
When I posted this morning it had only just started snowing. Then by dinner time there was a good 6 inches in the garden. So this afternoon's planned hill reps became downhill races with the sledgers. Great fun. It was the ideal day for anyone wanting to practice their downhilling as it was pretty impossible to hurt yourself. You would have just slid down the hill.
I'll make a haiku out of that after tea.
Oooooo HHH I look forward to that....
in the meantime Cole Porter was a bit of poet....and here is my favourite girl singing the words.....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PEM_63_P0CY
Night and Day
Cole Porter
Like the beat, beat, beat of the tomtom,
when the jungle shadows fall.
Like the tick, tick, tock of the stately clock,
as it stands against the wall.
Like the drip, drip, drip of the raindrops,
when the summer shower is through.
So a voice within me
keeps repeating, you, you, you.
Night and day, you are the one.
Only you beneath the moon or under the sun.
Whether near to me or far,
no matter, darling, where you are,
I think of you night and day.
Day and night, why is it so,
that this longing for you follows wherever I go?
In the roaring traffic's boom,
in the silence of my lonely room,
I think of you night and day.
Night and day, under the hide of me,
there's an oh, such a hungry yearning
burning inside of me.
And its torment won't be through
'til you let me spend my life making love to you
day and night, night and day.
now where is that mistletoe?......
Last edited by freckle; 20-12-2009 at 06:45 PM.
Ok OK getting too sentimental...
change of tack....here's a corker!
Lovesong
Ted Hughes
He loved her and she loved him.
His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to
He had no other appetite
She bit him she gnawed him she sucked
She wanted him complete inside her
Safe and sure forever and ever
Their little cries fluttered into the curtains
Her eyes wanted nothing to get away
Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows
He gripped her hard so that life
Should not drag her from that moment
He wanted all future to cease
He wanted to topple with his arms round her
Off that moment's brink and into nothing
Or everlasting or whatever there was
Her embrace was an immense press
To print him into her bones
His smiles were the garrets of a fairy palace
Where the real world would never come
Her smiles were spider bites
So he would lie still till she felt hungry
His words were occupying armies
Her laughs were an assassin's attempts
His looks were bullets daggers of revenge
His glances were ghosts in the corner with horrible secrets
His whispers were whips and jackboots
Her kisses were lawyers steadily writing
His caresses were the last hooks of a castaway
Her love-tricks were the grinding of locks
And their deep cries crawled over the floors
Like an animal dragging a great trap
His promises were the surgeon's gag
Her promises took the top off his skull
She would get a brooch made of it
His vows pulled out all her sinews
He showed her how to make a love-knot
Her vows put his eyes in formalin
At the back of her secret drawer
Their screams stuck in the wall
Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves
Of a lopped melon,but love is hard to stop
In their entwined sleep they exchanged arms and legs
In their dreams their brains took each other hostage
In the morning they wore each other's face
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