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shivani
sigh!
I talk too much to be in that profession na.. sad1.gif .

and fyki.. I am just a coffee maker arrogant.gif I dont know G of gumbyudors.
Priya
Na, docs must talk along with listening na. Esp psycho ones. U have all the makings. A touch of madness too!!! laugh.gif

Priya
TO ELLEN



Lord Byron

Oh! might I kiss those eyes of fire,
A million scarce would quench desire:
Still would I steep my lips in bliss,
And dwell an age on every kiss;
Nor then my soul should sated be,
Still would I kiss and cling to thee:
Nought should my kiss from thine dissever;
Still would we kiss, and kiss for ever,
E'en though the numbers did exceed
The yellow harvest's countless seed.
To part would be a vain endeavor:
Could I desist? — ah! never — never!

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Talaikya
QUOTE(priya @ Mar 13 2006, 09:54 AM) *

Break, Break, Break

Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.



Priya
What thoughts arise in U, T? Humein bhi batayiye. tongue1.gif
Priya
'One Word is too Often Profaned'



One word is too often profaned
For me to profane it,
One feeling too falsely disdained
For thee to disdain it;
One hope is too like despair
For prudence to smother,
And pity from thee more dear
Than that from another.

I can give not what men call love,
But wilt thou accept not
The worship the heart lifts above
And the Heavens reject not, -
The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to something afar
From the sphere of our sorrow?

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Talaikya
QUOTE(priya @ Mar 13 2006, 12:21 PM) *

What thoughts arise in U, T? Humein bhi batayiye. tongue1.gif


I will Priye, as soon as I get them organised. Meanwhile here are a few random thoughts -

Why is it that when I love words
and no song works fully for me till I understand it
when I do most of my thinking in angrezi
why is it that poetry leaves me luke warm, maybe cold even!! sad1.gif

Why is sexual love always paramount?
(I say sexual - because it is no longer enough to say love between man and woman! laugh.gif)
What ever happened to compassion and empathy
and love for mankind?
Love for Knowledge?
You talk about path less travelled??
I have to wonder!

Why is happiness dependent upon others?
Am I not responsible for being happy?
I have a feeling somewhere deep inside me
my creator intended this to be my only aim
to be happy with myself!

These are dimly realised thoughts
Why don't they crystallise diamond like
into strong sharp precious words?

(I write like this, so that I blend visually biggrin.gif)

Been meaning to say something forever Lalitha (is this how you spell it?), but I have no words as yet, may never have them for I don't know you ... I just wanted you to know that I am thinking of you bow.gif
gin_ger_ale
QUOTE(catch22 @ Mar 13 2006, 12:40 PM) *

QUOTE
Cigarette


He holds me to his lips

Watches me glow

Intoxicated

He cannot wait

He takes a deep breath

Draws me in—my soul

Shuts his eyes and dreams

In delirious pleasure

I am his world

He needs me

All of me.



His eyes open

He blows out my life in smoke

He slowly taps away

The ashes of my dreams.

I lie with those gone before

A broken heap of grey.




Just one little doubt, Priya. Are you the cigarette? Who is the smoker?

Lovely Pri wub.gif Loved it!!

I thought we aren't supposed to put in anything except for poetry in this thread. Ah, so many of I haven't read. Good collection and some amazing talents here smile.gif
gin_ger_ale
QUOTE(priya @ Mar 13 2006, 08:26 PM) *

Love this one. Studied it in baby class. biggrin.gif

<a href="http://""" target="_blank"></a>The Brook


Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Me too!! Wish I was still in school unsure.gif
gin_ger_ale
EGO

It is a wish I can't forgo
To run into you and have a row
To meet you not with tender feelings,
As the mind stalls the heart's reelings.

The moon spins around the earth
As do my thoughts twirl around the one who is worth
The new moon epitomizing the pessimism;
Full moon, the passing optimism

I pine for you
I utter not but neither do you
Says the world, I fear a heart failure
Says me, I dread a cure

I wonder what renders me incapable of professing my adoration,
Is it ego,which is keeping back love, throttling the emotion?
Priya
QUOTE
I will Priye, as soon as I get them organised. Meanwhile here are a few random thoughts -

Why is it that when I love words
and no song works fully for me till I understand it
when I do most of my thinking in angrezi
why is it that poetry leaves me luke warm, maybe cold even!! sad1.gif


Not everyone has an inclination for poetry. Same with instrumental music. Leaves many untouched.

QUOTE
Why is sexual love always paramount?
(I say sexual - because it is no longer enough to say love between man and woman! laugh.gif )
What ever happened to compassion and empathy
and love for mankind?
Love for Knowledge?
You talk about path less travelled??
I have to wonder!


T, tell me honestly, how much of the avg mankind is worth loving? Most are selfish and malicious and stab U in the back. Most pppl will smile at U and say something bad the minute Ur back is turned. Maybe not in a city where people have no time? Try coming here and U will know why I feel like a freak. U told me Ur dress code to college. I could not try that even in 2006 out here. Just out of the question. And staying alone is a freaky unnatural thing out here. So the path is less travelled. Otherwise I am just an ordinary person who wants to be loved and pampered. Yes selfish but not in a nasty way. tongue1.gif

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Why is happiness dependent upon others?
Am I not responsible for being happy?
I have a feeling somewhere deep inside me
my creator intended this to be my only aim
to be happy with myself!


T, natures differ. I have a good friend who is 56. Her hubby too is 56. They are going thro the same family trauma. But she is always cheerful whereas hubby always groans. Both are nice loving ppl. But one has sunny outlook to life and it is just basically a happy person. The other always has a cloud on his brow. A natural worrier and fusser. U can change a lot but the creator did make several natures U know, including the kinky ones and the perverted ones and what not.


Priya
I speak not - I trace not - I breathe not thy name,
There is grief in the sound, there were guilt in the fame;
But the tear which now burns on my cheek may impart
The deep thoughts that dwell in that silence of heart.

Too brief for our passion, too long for our peace,
Were those hours, can their joy or their bitterness cease?
We repent--we abjure--we will break from our chain,
We will part--we will fly to--unite it again!

Oh! thine be the gladness, and mine be the guilt!
Forgive me adored one--forsake if thou wilt;
But the heart which I bear shall expire undebased,
And man shall not break it--whatever thou may'st.

And stern to the haughty, but humble to thee,
My soul, in its bitterest blackness shall be;
And our days seem as swift--and our moments more sweet
With thee by my side--than the world at our feet.

One sigh of thy sorrow--one look of thy love
Shall turn me or fix, shall reward or reprove;
And the heartless may wonder at all we resign,
Thy lip shall reply not to them--but to mine. Lord Byron.
dimps

To Shiv and Priya
I am thoroughly enjoying the light hearted
banter being exchanged and watching
it as a spectator.

Catch and Priya
What lovely collection of poems.. some of them
I already have but what a delight to read
and share with like minded people..

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I feel as though my heart lay bleeding
(by Nicholas Gordon)

I feel as though my heart lay bleeding
On a countertop.
The pain is like a flooded scream
That cannot, will not stop.
I cannot live, I cannot breathe;
Pain is all I do.
I cannot think how I can be
Long living without you.
Ah, God! I want you back so bad
That I would gladly die
To hold you in my arms again
And not care how or why;
To hold you in my arms again
And tell you of my love,
And then go gladly back to dust
Should I your heart not move.


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On a happier note...


To My True Love


I’ve waited a lifetime for you
I’ve searched the whole world over,
Looking for your love.
Some days I never thought I’d find you
And I wanted to give up
So many other faces, so many wrong embraces
Trying to find one heart that felt like home to me.

None of them could ever compare to you love,
You are my strength, my joy.
You give me comfort from the storm
You make me smile on cloudy days
You keep me safe and warm.

I would be so lost without you,
Your love is so pure and true
Your heart, so beautiful and kind
Because you’ve walked that long, lonely road
That made you who you are (mine!).

I know it’s been a hard long journey
And it may get harder still
But together we can lift each other
Our strength will get us through
I’ll never give up; I’ll never give in
As long as I have you.

When I look into your eyes
I know that love is real
When you hold me in your arms love,
Nothing else compares
Let me lay here with you forever
And gaze at your beautiful face
And dream of our life together
Lost in your embrace.
by : Linda Bledsoe


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dimps
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I must accept but can't what cannot be

by Nicholas Gordon)


I must accept but can't what cannot be.
I see you and my heart dissolves in pain.
You are not dead, but you are dead to me.

What happened to our love's a mystery.
I rummage through our empty past in vain.
I must accept but can't what cannot be:

That someone else now shares your off-hand "we,
"Now feels your tender tongue all feeling drain...
You are not dead, but you are dead to me.

I cannot lay aside my agony:Again,
again I play the same refrain.
I must accept but can't what cannot be.

And yet I know this tortured ecstasy
Is just my way of holding you again.
You are not dead, but you are dead to me,

And still I cannot bear to set you free,
That of our love some remnant might remain.
I must accept but can't what cannot be.
You are not dead, but you are dead to me.
Priya
Dimps, what a chilling poem. sad1.gif



My True Love Hath My Heart and I Have His

Sir Philip Sidney

My true love hath my heart and I have his.
By just exchange one for the other given.
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,
There never was a better bargain driven.
My true love hath my heart and I have his.
His heart in me keeps me and him in one,
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:
He loves my heart, for once it was his own,
I cherish his because in me it bides.
My true love hath my heart and I have his.
Priya
To My Dear and Loving Husband

Anne Bradstreet

If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me ye women if you can.
I prize thy love more that whole mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay,
The heavens reward thee manifold I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persever,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.
Priya
I love this one. wub.gif

ZZZZ, tell em mythical admirers to recite this for me. rolleyes.gif biggrin.gif


Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup
And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honouring thee
As giving it a hope that there
It could not wither'd be.
But thou thereon didst only breathe
And sent'st it back to me;
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
Not of itself but thee!

Ben Jonson

catch22
QUOTE
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup
And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honouring thee
As giving it a hope that there
It could not wither'd be.
But thou thereon didst only breathe
And sent'st it back to me;
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
Not of itself but thee!


A lovely piece Priya, awesome. Where do you get such lovely stuff?
Dimps, you are a never ending source of lovely poems,
Shivani, you have the making of a classy poet. Poetry seems to flow so smoothly from your pen (keyboard)

I have to read over all the ones posted by you guys once again, at leisure & absorb the full impact of such lovely stuff
Priya
This one we did in college, Catch. MA mein.

There is a long piece by Dryden that I like. Dunno if anyone will have the patience to read it. Let me hunt it and post it. Abt a competition. I like the last lines.
shivani
She has forty percent burns doctor said
Her words had such joy and life
the voice that could be heard blocks away
and a hearty laughter to go with it
and most of all, she never could keep quiet

She has no chances of survival
She loved colors.. brightness.. hues
and flowers she would put in her hair
used sweet fragrances and lipsticks
just looking at her was absolute delight

She would have to suffer for months
She loved to eat and feed others
oh the delicacies and neighbours and guests

there was always room for another bite

Her body would stiffen and then melt away
Ah those tales of who did what
and whos in and happening nowadays
the trendsetter and life of the party
a thousand tales she would incite

There was fear of septic in wounds
she adored him and loved him
and wooed and pampered beyond words
he was center of her universe
by his being her world was bright

Slowly the sight and hearing were gone
Ah the kids jolly and bright
lovely, neat, noisy and naughty
both of them apple of her eye
cared and fussed over them
would never let them away from sight


And one fine day she died
She needs no more flowers and jewellery
would never put that big dot on her forehead
No more making fuss over anyone
she is one with her love tonight



This one.. I dont know if I posted earlier.. but like it quite a bit..

Shadow Beyond Solitude

I saved this day for missing you
Like the sobbing of enchanted birds
That come but once a year.
I’ll ponder our days in blazing sun
And cast away fears of craven pain.

I've climbed my way over mountains high
And scorned the pelts of driving rain.
I've strolled through shades of years alone
While every day was a masquerade, and
Strong was the silence that bellowed.

Now wind blows in the ode of night
And haunted dreams begin to fade.
I find delight in a sapphire sky
As the brazen light spins renewed.


Gone is the dusty dark of a dim lagoon
As I languish in deep of greenest
Vales. When heather blooms in a crescent Moon
I’ll wait until the seas be-calm
Then cast my shadow beyond solitude.
- Anonymous
shivani
QUOTE
EGO

It is a wish I can't forgo
To run into you and have a row
To meet you not with tender feelings,
As the mind stalls the heart's reelings.

The moon spins around the earth
As do my thoughts twirl around the one who is worth
The new moon epitomizing the pessimism;
Full moon, the passing optimism

I pine for you
I utter not but neither do you
Says the world, I fear a heart failure
Says me, I dread a cure

I wonder what renders me incapable of professing my adoration,
Is it ego,which is keeping back love, throttling the emotion?


Very nicely written Gingee.. please do post rest of them as well smile1.gif.

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Shivani, you have the making of a classy poet. Poetry seems to flow so smoothly from your pen (keyboard)


mmmm.. a recent crash course in flattery or it always comes so naturally to you biggrin.gif .. either ways .. keep those sweet nothings coming..
august
all of you!
you do have a way with the words.
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catch22
QUOTE
all of you!
you do have a way with the words.


"One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can't utter." The medium of poetry is one sweet way of expressing yourself. A few kind & loving words, don't hurt nobody, I presume.

Poetry! ! Poetry! ! Poetry! !

Poetry! ! Poetry! ! Poetry! !
Why are we addicted to Poetry?
We Poets who write,
All day or all night,
That Poetry! ! Poetry! ! Poetry! !

There’s scarce a moment in time,
That thoughts don’t find words in rhyme,
To put into verse,
Whether better or worse,
In that Poetry! ! Poetry! ! Poetry! !

Why do we write all these Verses?
We must have better things to do,
But whatever we try,
And I don’t know why,
We write Poem upon Poem for you.

It’s funny how my style has changed,
It’s a Limerick today I’ve composed,
It wasn’t meant to be,
But it is ~ you can see,
Just Poetry! ! Poetry! ! Poetry! !

Jonathan Goldman
catch22
"EGO"
Ginger, that was a very nice poem
catch22
QUOTE
This is the way I look at love and life.
Enter a relationship only if U love the person.
Enter a friendship only if U genuinely like the person.
Of course we want the best for ourselves but not that we use others for that end.
Live and let live.


"You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear."
Priya
Where is Ego???? Maine nahin dekha. What did I miss? sad1.gif
catch22
QUOTE
She has forty percent burns doctor said
Her words had such joy and life
the voice that could be heard blocks away
and a hearty laughter to go with it
and most of all, she never could keep quiet

She has no chances of survival
She loved colors.. brightness.. hues
and flowers she would put in her hair
used sweet fragrances and lipsticks
just looking at her was absolute delight

She would have to suffer for months
She loved to eat and feed others
oh the delicacies and neighbours and guests

there was always room for another bite

Her body would stiffen and then melt away
Ah those tales of who did what
and whos in and happening nowadays
the trendsetter and life of the party
a thousand tales she would incite

There was fear of septic in wounds
she adored him and loved him
and wooed and pampered beyond words
he was center of her universe
by his being her world was bright

Slowly the sight and hearing were gone
Ah the kids jolly and bright
lovely, neat, noisy and naughty
both of them apple of her eye
cared and fussed over them
would never let them away from sight


And one fine day she died
She needs no more flowers and jewellery
would never put that big dot on her forehead
No more making fuss over anyone
she is one with her love tonight



Is it someone whom you knew?
Priya
I Am Not Yours

Sara Teasdale




I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love -- put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.

Priya
FARE THEE WELL

' Alas! they had been friends in youth;
But whispering tongues can poison truth;
And constancy lives in realms above;
And life is thorny; and youth is vain;
And to be wroth with one we love,
Doth work like madness in the brain;

But never either found another
To free the hollow heart from paining -
They stood aloof, the scars remaining,
Like cliffs which had been rent asunder;
A dreary sea now flows between,
But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder,
Shall wholly do away, I ween,
The marks of that which once hath been.'
COLERIDGE's Christabel.


FARE thee well! and if for ever,
Still for ever, fare thee well:
Even though unforgiving, never
'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel.

Would that breast were bared before thee
Where thy head so oft hath lain.
While that placid sleep came o'er thee
Which thou ne'er canst know again;

Would that breast, by thee glanced over,
Every inmost thought could show!
Then thou wouldst at last discover
'Twas not well to spurn it so.

Though the world for this commend thee -
Though it smile upon the blow,
Even its praises must offend thee,
Founded on another's woe:

Though my many faults defaced me,
Could no other arm be found,
Than the one which once embraced me,
To inflict a cureless wound?

Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not;
Love may sink by slow decay,
But by sudden wrench, believe not
Hearts can thus be torn away:

Still thine own its life retaineth,
Still must mine, though bleeding, beat;
And the undying thought which paineth
Is - that we no more may meet.

These are words of deeper sorrow
Than the wail above the dead;
Both shall live, but every morrow
Wake us from a widow'd bed.

And when thou wouldst solace gather,
When our child's first accents flow,
Wilt thou teach her to say 'Father!'
Though his care she must forego?

When her little hands shall press thee,
When her lip to thine is press'd
Think of him whose prayer shall bless thee,
Think of him thy love had bless'd!

Should her lineaments resemble
Those thou never more may'st see,
Then thy heart will softly tremble
With a pulse yet true to me.

All my faults perchance thou knowest,
All my madness none can know;
All my hopes where'er thou goest,
Wither, yet with thee they go.

Every feeling hath been shaken;
Pride, which not a world could bow,
Bows to thee - by thee forsaken,
Even my soul forsakes me now:

But 'tis done - all words are idle&shy;
Words from me are vainer still;
But the thoughts we cannot bridle
Force their way without the will.

Fare thee well! thus disunited,
Torn from every nearer tie
Sear 'd in heart, and lone, and blighted,
More than this I scarce can die.

Lord Byron
catch22
Rhythm & Rhyme

The Question

He had questions of her gender
even though she dressed in splendor.
He tried hard not to offend her
cause she was anything but slender...
But the proof...........she wouldn't render.

One day she went on quite a bender...
got so drunk she smashed the fender
on the truck he holds so tender.
(For that you really can't defend her.)
So a note he chose to send her
to inquire about her gender...
(with a bill sent from his lender
for the fixing of his fender.)



The Answer

When the bender of the fender
who is normally quite tender
saw the notice from the lender
(though she didn't know the sender)
I must say it did offend her
after lunch she did surrender
to another liquid bender
and a bigger fender-bender.

Anonymous


The Feeler
You are the moon and I am a star
Edging close by wherever you are
And even the clouds cannot quench our light
For we bring the shining into the night.

You are the sun low in the sky
And I am the mountain reaching high
As you enter my valleys with your heat
And together we feel at last complete.

You are the music all night long
And I write the words for your loving song
We hold each other as the beat goes on
Then I am the eastern sky, you are the dawn.


The Retort
Yes, you are my little star
twinkling at me from afar.
Wow, you are a precious sight
let me give you some more light.
And you little asterisk
did you see the giant whisk
in the street called Milky Way
also I would like to say
you don't need to twist and fret
it's been years that we have met,
what you really need to know
is that I put on a show:
in the dark I am the moon
hours later, way too soon,
I commence my daylight fun
when I change to be the sun.
So, your soul to me is true
there is me and there is you.
Menage à trois is not for us
others do create that fuss.
My farewell until tonight
watch when I switch on the light,
come then, rest here, in my middle
listen when I play the fiddle.

Anonymous
Priya
We should keep a thread for limericks too--I love em.
catch22
you can put them up here
Priya
Sonnet XXI


Say over again, and yet once over again,
That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated
Should seem "a cuckoo-song,"as thou dost treat it,
Remember, never to the hill or plain,
Valley and wood, without her cuckoo-strain
Comes the fresh Spring in all her green completed.
Beloved, I, amid the darkness greeted
By a doubtful spirit-voice, in that doubt's pain
Cry, "Speak once more--thou lovest! "Who can fear
Too many stars, though each in heaven shall roll,
Too many flowers, though each shall crown the year?
Say thou dost love me, love me, love me--toll
The silver iterance!--only minding, Dear,
To love me also in silence with thy soul.

Elizabeth Barret Browning

Ah even women those days felt so. rolleyes.gif
catch22
Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.
‘Faded Leaves’ (1855)


There is a lady sweet and kind,
Was never face so pleased my mind;
I did but see her passing by,
And yet I love her till I die.
Anonymous

She was poor but she was honest
Victim of a rich man’s game.
First he loved her, than he left her,
And she lost her maiden name.
See her on the bridge at midnight,
Saying ‘Farewell, blighted love.’
Then a scream, a splash and goodness,
What is she a-doin’ of?
It’s the same the whole world over,
It’s the poor wot gets the blame,
It’s the rich wot gets the gravy.
Ain’t it all a bleedin shame?
‘She was Poor but she was Honest’
(sung by British soldiers in World War I)

I saw my lady weep,
And Sorrow proud to be exalted so
In those fair eyes where all perfections keep.
Her face was full of woe;
But such a woe, believe me, as wins more hearts,
Than Mirth can do with her enticing parts.

Lute song set by John Dowland, in ‘Oxford Book of 16th Century Verse’

Priya
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Elizabeth Barret Browning

A Man's Requirements

Love me Sweet, with all thou art,
Feeling, thinking, seeing;
Love me in the lightest part,
Love me in full being.

Love me with thine open youth
In its frank surrender;
With the vowing of thy mouth,
With its silence tender.

Love me with thine azure eyes,
Made for earnest grantings;
Taking colour from the skies,
Can Heaven's truth be wanting?

Love me with their lids, that fall
Snow-like at first meeting;
Love me with thine heart, that all
Neighbours then see beating.

Love me with thine hand stretched out
Freely -- open-minded:
Love me with thy loitering foot, --
Hearing one behind it.

Love me with thy voice, that turns
Sudden faint above me;
Love me with thy blush that burns
When I murmur 'Love me!'

Love me with thy thinking soul,
Break it to love-sighing;
Love me with thy thoughts that roll
On through living -- dying.

Love me in thy gorgeous airs,
When the world has crowned thee;
Love me, kneeling at thy prayers,
With the angels round thee.

Love me pure, as muses do,
Up the woodlands shady:
Love me gaily, fast and true,
As a winsome lady.

Through all hopes that keep us brave,
Farther off or nigher,
Love me for the house and grave,
And for something higher.

Thus, if thou wilt prove me, Dear,
Woman's love no fable,
I will love thee -- half a year --
As a man is able.
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When I was a little boy, I had but a little wit,
’Tis a long time ago, and I have no more yet;
Nor ever ever shall, until that I die,
For the longer I live the more fool am I.
‘Wit and Mirth, an Antidote against Melancholy’ (1684)
Where is the man who has the power and skill
To stem the torrent of a woman’s will?
For if she will, she will, you may depend on’t;
And if she won’t, she won’t; so there’s an end on’t.

From the Pillar Erected on the Mount

Poetic fields encompass me around,
And still I seem to tread on classic ground.
In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow,
Thou’rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow;
Hast so much wit, and mirth, and spleen about thee,
There is no living with thee, nor without thee.

‘Letter from Italy’ (1704)

My Love in her attire doth show her wit,
It doth so well become her:
For every season she hath dressings fit,
For winter, spring, and summer.
No beauty she doth miss,
When all her robes are on;
But beauty’s self she is,
When all her robes are gone.
Madrigal

A masquerade, a murdered peer,
His throat just cut from ear to ear—
A rake turned hermit—a fond maid
Run mad, by some false loon betrayed—
These stores supply the female pen,
Which writes them o’er and o’er again,
And readers likewise may be found
To circulate them round and round.
‘A Receipt for Writing a Novel’ l. 65
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What a thread...so much to read
and absorb...
GR8 going Priya, Catch, Shiv.....

SOme from me...

Unending Love

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms,
Numberless times,
In life after life, in age after age forever.
My spell-bound heart has made and re-made the necklace of songs
That you take as a gift, wear around your neck in
Your many forms
In life after life, in age after age forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love,
Its age old pain,
Its ancient tale of being apart or together,
As I stare on and on into the past,
In the end you emerge
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount
At the heart of time love of one for another.
We played alongside millions of lovers shared in the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-
Old love, but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you,
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life,
The memories of all of loves merging with this one love of ours-
And the songs of every poet past and forever.

by : Rabindranath Tagore


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But Not Forgotten

(by Dorothy Parker)


I think, no matter where you stray,
That I shall go with you a way.
Though you may wander sweeter lands,
You will not soon forget my hands,
Nor yet the way I held my head,
Nor all the tremulous things I said.
You still will see me, small and white
And smiling, in the secret night,
And feel my arms about you when
The day comes fluttering back again.
I think, no matter where you be,
You'll hold me in your memory
And keep my image, there without me,
By telling later loves about me.

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After you leave, I will become a tree

by Nicholas Gordon)


After you leave, I will become a tree
Alone on a hillside, loving wind and sun,
Waiting for you to return home to me
Though centuries of lonely stars may run.

I'll grow tall and give lots of shade,
Sheltering birds and other bright-eyed things.
Pleased with all the progress that I've made,
I'll spread my leafy branches out like wings.

But oh! Every moment of every day
I'll miss you with the passion of the wind,
Gazing endlessly upon the way
That without you must empty, empty wind.
Priya

Who Believes in Love Anyway?


Love does not matter

You have to smile

False?

Who cares?

But smile

The words too must flow

Coloured and shaped

Twisted

To fit each ear

And recyclable

(To suit our age)

Or be attractive

That always pays

Who does not respond to a beautiful face?

Love?

Come now, grow up

Who believes in love anyway?

Now attitude. That’s….

catch22
Only—but this is rare—
When a belovèd hand is laid in ours,
When, jaded with the rush and glare
Of the interminable hours,
Our eyes can in another’s eyes read clear,
When our world-deafened ear
Is by the tones of a loved voice caressed—
A bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast,
And a lost pulse of feeling stirs again.
The eye sinks inward, and the heart lies plain,
And what we mean, we say, and what we would, we know.
‘The Buried Life’ (1852)

The rabbit has a charming face:
Its private life is a disgrace.
I really dare not name to you
The awful things that rabbits do.

‘The Rabbit’ in ‘The Week-End Book’ (1925)

I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you
Till China and Africa meet
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street.
I’ll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.

‘As I Walked Out One Evening’ (1940)

Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after,
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
He knew human folly like the back of his hand,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.
‘Epitaph on a Tyrant’ (1940).

In the nightmare of the dark
All the dogs of Europe bark,
And the living nations wait,
Each sequestered in its hate;
Intellectual disgrace
Stares from every human face,
And the seas of pity lie
Locked and frozen in each eye.
‘In Memory of W. B. Yeats’ (1940)
unni
WITHOUT RHYME OR REASON

Tread gently, said the flagstone,
For I bear the weight, of emotions.

Leather soles kissed me,
Wore out my soul.

Pavements crumble, trust shatters,
Concrete resurrects, love does not.

My heart is not a public thoroughfare,
For you to ride rough-shod on.
shivani
The WaterFall

With what deep murmurs through time's silent stealth
Doth thy transparent, cool, and wat'ry wealth
Here flowing fall,
And chide, and call,
As if his liquid, loose retinue stay'd
Ling'ring, and were of this steep place afraid;
The common pass
Where, clear as glass,
All must descend
Not to an end,
But quicken'd by this deep and rocky grave,
Rise to a longer course more bright and brave.

Dear stream! dear bank, where often I
Have sate and pleas'd my pensive eye,
Why, since each drop of thy quick store
Runs thither whence it flow'd before,
Should poor souls fear a shade or night,
Who came, sure, from a sea of light?
Or since those drops are all sent back
So sure to thee, that none doth lack,
Why should frail flesh doubt any more
That what God takes, he'll not restore?

O useful element and clear!
My sacred wash and cleanser here,
My first consigner unto those
Fountains of life where the Lamb goes!
What sublime truths and wholesome themes
Lodge in thy mystical deep streams!
Such as dull man can never find
Unless that Spirit lead his mind
Which first upon thy face did move,
And hatch'd all with his quick'ning love.
As this loud brook's incessant fall
In streaming rings restagnates all,
Which reach by course the bank, and then
Are no more seen, just so pass men.
O my invisible estate,
My glorious liberty, still late!
Thou art the channel my soul seeks,
Not this with cataracts and creeks.

- Henry Vaughan


The Astronomer's Drinking Song

Whoe'er would search the starry sky,
Its secrets to divine, sir,
Should take his glass-I mean, should try
A glass or two of wine, sir!
True virtue lies in golden mean,
And man must wet his clay, sir;
Join these two maxims, and 'tis seen
He should drink his bottle a day, sir!

Old Archimedes, reverend sage!
By trump of fame renowned, sir,
Deep problems solved in every page,
And the sphere's curved surface found, sir:
Himself he would have far outshone,
And borne a wider sway, sir,
Had he our modern secret known,
And drank a bottle a day, sir!

When Ptolemy, now long ago,
Believed the Earth stood still, sir,
He never would have blundered so,
Had he but drunk his fill, sir:
He'd then have felt it circulate,
And would have learnt to say, sir,
The true way to investigate
Is to drink your bottle a day, sir!

Copernicus, that learned wight,
The glory of his nation,
With draughts of wine refreshed his sight,
And saw the Earth's rotation
Each planet then its orb described,
The Moon got under way, sir;
These truths from nature he imbibed
For he drank his bottle a day, sir!

The noble Tycho placed the stars,
Each in its due location;
He lost his nose by spite of Mars,
But that was no privation:
Had he but lost his mouth, I grant
He would have felt dismay, sir,
Bless you! he knew what he should want
To drink his bottle a day, sir!

Cold water makes no lucky hits;
On mysteries the head runs:
Small drink let Kepler time his wits
On the regular polyhedrons:
He took to wine, and it changed the chime,
His genius swept away, sir,
Through area varying as the time
At the rate of a bottle a day, sir!

Poor Galileo, forced to rat
Before the Inquisition,
E pur si muove was the pat
He gave them in addition:
He meant, whate'er you think you prove,
The Earth must go its way, sirs;
Spite of your teeth I'll make it move,
For I'll drink my bottle a day, sirs!

Great Newton, who was never beat
Whatever fools may think, sir;
Though sometimes he forgot to eat,
He never forgot to drink, sir:
Descartes took nought but lemonade,
To conquer him was play, sir;
The first advance that Newton made
Was to drink his bottle a day, sir!

D'Alembert, Euler, and Clairaut,
Though they increased our store, sir,
Much further had been seen to go
Had they tippled a little more, sir!
Lagrange gets mellow with Laplace,
And both are wont to say, sir,
The philosophe who's not an ass
Will drink his bottle a day, sir!

Astronomers! what can avail
Those who calumniate us;
Experiment can never fail
With such an apparatus;
Let him who'd have his merits known
Remember what I say, sir;
Fair science shines on him alone
Who drinks his bottle a day, sir!

How light we reck of those who mock
By this we'll make to appear, sir,
We'll dine by the sidereal clock
For one more bottle a year, sir:
But choose which pendulum you will,
You'll never make your way, sir,
Unless you drink--and drink your fill,
At least a bottle a day, sir!

-By Author Unknown
Published by Augustus de Morgan in "A Budget of Paradoxes"

Priya
QUOTE(unni @ Mar 16 2006, 09:38 PM) *
WITHOUT RHYME OR REASON

Tread gently, said the flagstone,
For I bear the weight, of emotions.

Leather soles kissed me,
Wore out my soul.

Pavements crumble, trust shatters,
Concrete resurrects, love does not.

My heart is not a public thoroughfare,
For you to ride rough-shod on.


Unni, U write poetry!!!!!! ohmy.gif shocked.gif

Yeh tumne likha hai??????

This is good stuff. wacko.gif wacko.gif wacko.gif

Really good. clap1.gif bow.gif
unni
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Unni, U write poetry!!!!!! ohmy.gif shocked.gif

Yeh tumne likha hai??????

This is good stuff. wacko.gif wacko.gif wacko.gif

Really good. clap1.gif bow.gif


"Mein shaayar badnaam", wunly. sad.gif
Priya
Miracles will never cease. Monkeys writing poetry!!!
But me always says U a born writer na.
Very crisp and concise and yet with a world of meaning. Post more na.
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But Not Forgotten
(by Dorothy Parker)


I think, no matter where you stray,
That I shall go with you a way.
Though you may wander sweeter lands,
You will not soon forget my hands,
Nor yet the way I held my head,
Nor all the tremulous things I said.
You still will see me, small and white
And smiling, in the secret night,
And feel my arms about you when
The day comes fluttering back again.
I think, no matter where you be,
You'll hold me in your memory
And keep my image, there without me,
By telling later loves about me.


Dimps, that's a beautiful piece,
shivani
Unni

I .. have never before used this *bows* (and probably would never again)
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Miracles will never cease.
U a born writer na.
Very crisp and concise
Post more na.


that's a fine limerick
Priya
Oh no Catch!!! The monkey will gloat that he inspires poetry. rotate1.gif
dimps
Good Ones Shiv and Catch -
very interesting and very different.

When love is an affliction
(by Nicholas Gordon)

When love is an affliction,
There's not much one can do.
Despite the way you've treated me,
I'm still in love with you.

I am the wave and you the rock
Against which I must break:
Again, again the crushing jolt,
The pain I can't forsake;

Again, again the long retreat
To safety, far from shore,
And then again, I don't know why,
The long trip back for more.

Perhaps it is nostalgia for
A long uncertain glow,
Or just some hope so beautiful
I cannot let it go.


Perhaps it is the need to try
For those who must depend
On who we are and what we do,
For whom this should not end.

What evil makes you hurt me so,
What defect of the heart?
What sense there is no greater whole
Of which you are a part?

What lonely choice that only you
Be served by what you choose?
What hard, hard fear of losing what
It is a gift to lose?

I dream sometimes my waiting love
Has made you turn again.
But you care only for yourself,
And I must love in vain.

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You left me, but you cannot leave my heart

(by Nicholas Gordon)

You left me, but you cannot leave my heart.
I hold you there, with or without your will.
No matter where you go, you will be part
Of me, my dearest friend and lover still.
I'll tell you of the pain I feel, and all
The things you've done that hurt and make me bleed.
And then your icy words you will recall,
And comfort me, and give me what I need.
This I can do alone, and yet the real
You lives and lies far beyond my touch.
But since my true intention is to steal
The you I loved, the real you isn't much.
Don't worry--I'll treat you tenderly:
The lovely you, you left behind with me.

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