Although not a poem as such i really like the words to this song,quite uplifting and relevent.
Dan Auerbach-Going Home
I've spent too long away from home
Did all the things I could have done
Gone are the days of endless thrills
I know I'm not the only one
So long, I'm goin', goin' home...
I saw the streets all ripe with jewels
Balconies and the laundry lines
They tried to make me welcome there
But their streets did not feel like mine
So long, I'm goin', goin' home...
I want the sun to hit my face
Through oak trees in the open lot
Forget about the things you want
Be thankful for what all you got
So long, I'm goin', goin' home...
Inspired by, not copiedAnd for them that dunt remember...................http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F7vfl5iRueU
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That's the wise thrush; he sings each note twice over,
Lest you should think he never could recapture
The first fine careless rapture!
Robert Browning
Poacher turned game-keeper
nice...........................
Occassionally I think I can dwell too much on the past, I sometimes need to remind myself that life is very very short and that the future is what we make of it...live for the day and all that (especially the sunny ones like today!)...i really like this poem a lot, it makes me think about love and loss and the need to cherish those who are important to us while we still can.....
Sunlight on the garden
Louis MacNeice
The sunlight on the garden
Hardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold,
When all is told
We cannot beg for pardon.
Our freedom as free lances
Advances towards its end;
The earth compels, upon it
Sonnets and birds descend;
And soon, my friend,
We shall have no time for dances.
The sky was good for flying
Defying the church bells
And every evil iron
Siren and what it tells:
The earth compels,We are dying,
Egypt, dying
And not expecting pardon,
Hardened in heart anew,
But glad to have sat under
Thunder and rain with you,
And grateful too
For sunlight on the garden.
Last edited by freckle; 28-03-2010 at 05:43 PM.
What is wealth?
Sonnet 29
William Shakespeare
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.