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noorie |
Mar 5 2008, 04:06 PM
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#766
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Sympathy - Paul Laurence Dunbar I know what the caged bird feels, alas! When the sun is bright on the upland slopes; When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass, And the river flows like a stream of glass; When the first bird sings and the first bud opes, And the faint perfume from its chalice steals— I know what the caged bird feels! I know why the caged bird beats his wing Till its blood is red on the cruel bars; For he must fly back to his perch and cling When he fain would be on the bough a-swing; And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars And they pulse again with a keener sting— I know why he beats his wing! I know why the caged bird sings, ah me, When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,— When he beats his bars and he would be free; It is not a carol of joy or glee, But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core, But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings— I know why the caged bird sings! "During times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act" "You have enemies? Good! It means that you stood up for something, sometime in your life." |
noorie |
Mar 5 2008, 04:09 PM
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#767
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The Smile - William Blake There is a smile of love, And there is a smile of deceit, And there is a smile of smiles In which these two smiles meet; And there is a frown of hate, And there is a frown of disdain, And there is a frown of frowns Which you strive to forget in vain, For it sticks in the heart's deep core, And it sticks in the deep back bone, And no smile that ever was smil'd, But only one smile alone That betwixt the cradle and grave It only once smil'd can be, But when it once is smil'd, There's an end to all misery. "During times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act" "You have enemies? Good! It means that you stood up for something, sometime in your life." |
noorie |
Mar 5 2008, 04:12 PM
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#768
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She Was a Phantom of Delight - William Wordsworth She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay. I saw her upon nearer view, A Spirit, yet a Woman too! Her household motions light and free, And steps of virgin-liberty; A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between life and death; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light. "During times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act" "You have enemies? Good! It means that you stood up for something, sometime in your life." |
noorie |
Mar 5 2008, 04:16 PM
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#769
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The Night is Darkening Round Me - Emily Jane Brontë The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bending Their bare boughs weighed with snow; The storm is fast descending, And yet I cannot go. Clouds beyond clouds above me, Wastes beyond wastes below; But nothing drear can move me: I will not, cannot go. "During times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act" "You have enemies? Good! It means that you stood up for something, sometime in your life." |
pradeepvishwakarma |
Mar 10 2008, 09:00 PM
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#770
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The Smile - William Blake There is a smile of love, And there is a smile of deceit, And there is a smile of smiles In which these two smiles meet; And there is a frown of hate, And there is a frown of disdain, And there is a frown of frowns Which you strive to forget in vain, For it sticks in the heart's deep core, And it sticks in the deep back bone, And no smile that ever was smil'd, But only one smile alone That betwixt the cradle and grave It only once smil'd can be, But when it once is smil'd, There's an end to all misery. WoW wht a poem... - - = +
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pinky |
Mar 10 2008, 10:50 PM
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#771
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Noorie, thanks a lot for all the poems that you have posted,such a beautiful collection.. part out of longing, part daring my self, part to see that widening of the world, part to find my own, my secret hiding sense and place, where from afar all voices and scenes come back ... ..................................... Therefore it was surprising that, as we kept the newspapers from Mother, She died feeling responsible for a disaster unverified, Murmuring, in her sleep as it seemed, the ancient slogan Noblesse oblige. ....................................... Time does not bring relief; you all have lied Who told me time would ease me of my pain! ....................................... you join the herd at once and almost proudly run to the slaughter house. You're the strangest creature on earth ....................................... Thanks Pinkz, thanks so much! This is one of the few threads that I know where I won't be unwelcome. Catch 22, my gratitude to you. I feel the same noorie, what a great thread.. you are most welcome everywhere noorie Catch is a great guy. I wish he hadn't gone away. Pinkz, about that "welcome" bit, I am not so sure. That's why I don't visit other people's threads anymore. I agree 100% Thanks a million for all the beautiful poems you have posted noorie "The best and the most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen, nor touched...but are felt in the heart." Far, very far, into the world of the farthest beyond My hope carries me and places me On the sweetest lap of the unknown. There i behold my self-form In the Dance-Delight of the Absolute Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are born Every morn and every Night Some are born to sweet Delight Some are born to Endless night |
noorie |
Mar 10 2008, 11:09 PM
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#772
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I agree 100% Thanks a million for all the beautiful poems you have posted noorie Thanks Pinkz! "During times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act" "You have enemies? Good! It means that you stood up for something, sometime in your life." |
noorie |
Mar 10 2008, 11:16 PM
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#773
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When You Shoot At Me - Anna Swirszczynska For a split second we look each other in the eye. When the split second passes you will shoot at me. It’s hard to die it’s hard to kill there is fear in my eyes there is fear in your eyes you are killing these two fears by shooting at me. "During times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act" "You have enemies? Good! It means that you stood up for something, sometime in your life." |
noorie |
Mar 10 2008, 11:19 PM
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#774
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It Appears - Czeslaw Milosz It appears that it was all a misunderstanding. What was only a trial run was taken seriously. The rivers will return to their beginnings. The wind will cease in its turning about. Trees instead of budding will tend to their roots. Old men will chase a ball, a glance in the mirror - They are children again. The dead will wake up, not comprehending. Till everything that happened has unhappened. What a relief! Breathe freely, you who suffered much. "During times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act" "You have enemies? Good! It means that you stood up for something, sometime in your life." |
noorie |
Mar 10 2008, 11:22 PM
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#775
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Lament - Edna St. Vincent Millay Listen, children: Your father is dead. From his old coats I'll make you little jackets; I'll make you little trousers From his old pants. There'll be in his pockets Things he used to put there, Keys and pennies Covered with tobacco; Dan shall have the pennies To save in his bank; Anne shall have the keys To make a pretty noise with. Life must go on, And the dead be forgotten; Life must go on, Though good men die; Anne, eat your breakfast; Dan, take your medicine; Life must go on; I forget just why. "During times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act" "You have enemies? Good! It means that you stood up for something, sometime in your life." |
noorie |
Mar 10 2008, 11:24 PM
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#776
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My Soul Is Dark - Lord Byron My soul is dark – Oh! quickly string The harp I yet can brook to hear; And let thy gentle fingers fling Its melting murmur o’er mine ear. If in this heart a hope be dear, That sound shall charm it forth again: If in these eyes there lurk a tear, ‘Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain. But bid the strain be wild and deep, Nor let thy notes of joy be first: I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep, Or else this heavy heart will burst; For it had been by sorrow nursed, And ached in sleepless silence long; And now ‘tis doomed to know the worst, And break at once – or yield to song. "During times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act" "You have enemies? Good! It means that you stood up for something, sometime in your life." |
iiluu |
Mar 12 2008, 10:57 PM
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#777
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Welcome to the real world
I’m beginning to understand. I saw a sign once outside a church. It said Are you really living or just walking around to save the expense of a funeral? I didn’t know that Love is real life, and everything else just a more or less entertaining way of dying. And I didn’t know that Love is like nothing on earth. Love isn’t what you fall in. It’s what pulls you out of what you fall in. Love isn’t a good feeling. Love is doing good when you’re feeling bad. Love means hanging in when everyone else shrugs their shoulders and goes off to McDonalds. Love means taking the knocks and coming back to try to make things better. Love hurts. It’s its way of telling you that you’re alive. And the funny thing is that after all Love does feel good. People say Love is weak. But love is tougher than hate. Hating’s easy. Most of us have a gift for it. But Love counts to ten while Hate slams the door. Love says you where Hate says me. Love is the strongest weapon known to mankind. Other weapons blow people up. Only Love puts them back together again. And everything that seems real, that looks smart, that feels good, has a sell-by date. But Love has no sell-by date. Love is Long Life. Love is the ultimate preservative. I don’t know too much about Love but I know a man who does, up there on the cross loving us to death. Love is the key to the door of the place he’s prepared for you in the kingdom of God. If you’re beginning to understand then welcome to the real world. © Godfrey Rust From the collection Welcome to the Real World May be freely reproduced for non-commercial purposes. godfrey@wordsout.co.uk ...
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noorie |
Mar 14 2008, 06:04 PM
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#778
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A Book on a Shelf - Roger Mitchell A history of some sort, one that made us, a war and what the war had meant, or since meaning eludes war, what it did to the look of the trees and the sides of the buildings, most of which survived, only to be torn down later to widen the street or put up a new office complex. There it was on the shelf. I was there only a moment, but still, I wanted to know what happened to the man in the photograph wearing a flat cap standing outside the important building cheering. He was there. He was part of that moment, one of the first into the streets when the turn of events came, the declaration or pronouncement, words that would change the look of everything he smiled on, words that may have cost him his life. Here it is in a book I found on a shelf. The person who lives here bought it at a library stock reduction sale. No one had read it. It looked interesting thirty years ago. It was practically new, the back uncracked. But the person did what those before her had, put it up on a shelf and never found a way back to it. The history sits there, unread, unbelievable, somebody else's. Even I have only looked at the pictures, at the man smiling between the cold pages. Maybe ending the world as he knew it was ok. Maybe it was the only way. Maybe the world has to come to an end in the first place to be the world. And the man? He has to smile, though he knows so little of what's coming, even looking right at it. As we do, who still haven't read the book. "During times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act" "You have enemies? Good! It means that you stood up for something, sometime in your life." |
noorie |
Mar 14 2008, 06:08 PM
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#779
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The Age Demanded - Ernest M. Hemingway The age demanded that we sing And cut away our tongue. The age demanded that we flow And hammered in the bung. The age demanded that we dance And jammed us into iron pants. And in the end the age was handed The sort of $hit that it demanded. "During times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act" "You have enemies? Good! It means that you stood up for something, sometime in your life." |
noorie |
Mar 14 2008, 06:11 PM
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#780
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Dedicated Member Group: Away Posts: 3219 Joined: 21-June 06 Member No.: 6518 |
A Parable - Arthur Conan Doyle The cheese-mites asked how the cheese got there, And warmly debated the matter; The Orthodox said that it came from the air, And the Heretics said from the platter. They argued it long and they argued it strong, And I hear they are arguing now; But of all the choice spirits who lived in the cheese, Not one of them thought of a cow. "During times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act" "You have enemies? Good! It means that you stood up for something, sometime in your life." |
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