English Poetry Options

[catch22]

That's a beauty & very very true. And very apt. It's a great one. For a moment I thought you wrote it.

[shivani]

That's a beauty & very very true. And very apt. It's a great one. For a moment I thought you wrote it.

Glad you appreciated... and If I wasn't me.. I would think you are flattering.

(remind me sometime to share the one's Ive written though)

[catch22]

... and If I wasn't me..

Are you a split personality? How would one know, when you are yourself & when you are the other?
Flattery is one art that I am very uncomfortable with; courtesy, yes. Now let's see your write-ups, I'll try to flatter you when you are not yourself.

[shivani]

Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that's lovely is
But a brief, dreamy. Kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.
~ Wllliam Butler Yeats


I broider the world upon a loom,
I broider with dreams my tapestry;
Here in a little lonely room
I am master of earth and sea,
And the planets come to me.

I broider my life into the frame
I broider my love, thread upon thread;
The world goes by with its glory and shame,
Crowns are bartered and blood is shed;
I sit and broider my dreams instead.

And the only world is the world of my dreams,
And my weaving the only happiness;
For what is the world but what it seems?
And who knows but that God, beyond our guess,
Sits weaving worlds out of loneliness?

~ Arthur Symons



Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree -
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?

The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again,
And who will call the wild-briar fair?

Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He still may leave thy garland green
~ Emily Brontë


When stars pursue their solemn flight,
Oft in the middle of the night,
A strain of music visits me,
Hushed in a moment silverly,--
Such rich and rapturous strains as make
The very soul of silence ache
With longing for the melody;

Or lovers in the distant dusk
Of summer gardens, sweet as musk,
Pouring the blissful burden out,
The breaking joy, the dying doubt;
Or revellers, all flown with wine,
And in a madness half divine,
Beating the broken tune about;

Or else the rude and rolling notes
That leave some strolling sailors' throats,
Hoarse with the salt sprays, it may be,
Of many a mile of rushing sea;
Or some high-minded dreamer strays
Late through the solitary ways,
Nor heeds the listening night, nor me.

Or how or whence those tones be heard,
Hearing, the slumbering soul is stirred,
As when a swiftly passing light
Startles the shadows into flight;
While one remembrance suddenly
Thrills through the melting melody,--
A strain of music in the night.

Out of the darkness burst the song,
Into the darkness moves along:
Only a chord of memory jars,
Only an old wound burns its scars,
As the wild sweetness of the strain
Smites the heart with passionate pain,
And vanishes among the stars.

-Harriet Prescott Spofford



What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?-

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows:

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

~ William Henry Davies

[shivani]

Unless one takes this step one will never ever know what it is all about. Having loved & lost is better than not having fallen in love at all. It could be a bitter sweet memory..

sigh!
Dont know about that love thingiee. too many unexplained factors to it. Compassion and understanding are better any day.

.. and yeah lovely poems ..this be my favourite.

And the only world is the world of my dreams,
And my weaving the only happiness;
For what is the world but what it seems?
And who knows but that God, beyond our guess,
Sits weaving worlds out of loneliness?

[catch22]

And who knows but that God, beyond our guess,
Sits weaving worlds out of loneliness?

Actually, I picked this stanza for a quote, but unfortunately as my Bete Noire is juxtaposed here, i had to pass it by.

[shivani]

you talking about HIM ?
.. and do you care so much?

[catch22]

Over the mountains
...And under the waves,
Over the fountains
...And under the graves,
Over floods which are the deepest
...Which do Neptune obey,
Over rocks which are steepest,
...Love will find out the way.

Where there is no place
...For the glow-worm to lie;
Where there is no space
For receipt of a fly;
Where the gnat she dares not venter,
...Lest herself fast she lay;
But if Love come, he will enter,
...And will find out the way.

.....from Love Will Find Out the Way

[catch22]

Friends

A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift.
A friend is someone we treasure
for our friendship is a gift.
A friend is someone who fills our lives
with beauty, joy, and grace.
And makes the whole world we live in
a better and happier place.

- Jean Kyler McManus -

[catch22]

Friendship is like the breeze,
You can't hold it,
Smell it,
Taste it,
Or know when it's coming,
But you can always feel it,
And you'll always know it's there,
It may come and then go,
But you can know it'll always be back.

- Terri Fanning -

[catch22]

If I could catch a rainbow
I would do it just for you,
And share with you its beauty
On the days you're feeling blue

If I could build a mountain
You could call your very own,
A place to find serenity,
A place to be alone

If I could take your troubles
I would toss them in the sea,
But all these things I'm finding
Are impossible for me

I cannot build a mountain,
Or catch a rainbow fair,
But let me be what I know best,
A friend who's always there

- Kahlil Gibran -

[shivani]

Catch .. You've also been affected by this love & friendship bug
stay away from those kitties I say

[catch22]

Catch .. You've also been affected by this love & friendship bug
stay away from those kitties I say

Nopes, I am a very sober character. No sudden rush of blood.

[catch22]

The Christians, Jews & Muslims were having a jamboree
The Buddhists and Hindus joined on satellite TV
They picked their five greatest priests
And they began to speak
They said, "Lord, a plague is on the world
Lord, no man is free
The temples that we built to you
Have tumbled into the sea
Lord, if you won't take care of us
Won't you please, please let us be?"
And the Lord said
And the Lord said

I burn down your cities-how blind you must be
I take from you your children and you say how blessed are we
You all must be crazy to put your faith in me
That's why I love mankind
You really need me
That's why I love mankind

I recoil in horror from the foulness of thee
From the squalor and the filth and the misery
How we laugh up here in heaven at the prayers you offer me
That's why I love mankind

[shivani]

The kid sat in balcony playing with fairies
and lovely dreams of gingerbread home
but I had died long ago

Moon was smiling down on a slated red roof
and the Jasmine was smelling as sweet
but I had died long ago


silken mist covered the glorious night
and soft music floating down the street
but I had died long ago


And there was silence of silken wraps
soft whispers and wispy words
but I had died long ago.

sunshine wokeup and kissed the mornign dew
and sparrow munched on crispy bugs
but I had died long ago

----

And today they met again
and chattered and flattered
and catered to each other's whim

He ordered buttered crabs
And after lot of contemplation
she settled on savoury shrimp

To mark the special occasion
they had finest wine Ritz offered
filling crystal glasses to the brim

And playfully waltzed
and kissed caressed
as lights on dance floor go dim

he confessed love: she professesd adoration
they were lost in each other
as if wooing god with a hymn

In the morning he kissed his wife
and she started the power packed day
as usual working out in the gym