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noorie
QUOTE(pinky @ Oct 29 2007, 07:14 PM) *



A stranger you were once.
Then, with a gentle look you took my hand.
As our lives engaged,
you lit my life and I held both your hands.
Now that decades have passed,
ours souls have indeed become one.

How fortunate we are
that we have found the love so true
that everyone dreams about.


- Laura Veronica Merodio -



A decade? They're not so very fortunate then.
noorie
QUOTE(pinky @ Dec 18 2007, 05:21 PM) *

The House with Nobody in it

a poem by Joyce Kilmer

So whenever I go to Suffern along the Erie track
I never go by the empty house without stopping and looking back,
Yet it hurts me to look at the crumbling roof and the shutters fallen apart,
For I can't help thinking the poor old house is a house with a broken heart.



I love those lines. Thanks Pinkz.
noorie
Deserted
-Augusta (Davies) Webster (1837-1894)


No, mother, I am not sad:
Why think me sad? I was always still,
You remember, even when my heart was most glad
And you used to let me dream at my will;
And now I like better to watch the sea
And the calm sad sky than to laugh with the rest.
You know they are full of chatter and glee,
And I like the quietness best.


Nay, mother, you look so grave.
I know what you're thinking and will not say;
But you need not fear; I am growing brave
Now that the pain is passing away,
And I never weep for him now when alone,
For perhaps it was better--who can tell?--
That it ended so. I shall soon be well
Now that the hardest is known.


I am so much stronger to-day
I can look at all past and think how it grew
And how by degrees it faded away,
That light of my life. Ah! when I first knew
I had only been a plaything to him
Through all my loving, it seemed so strange.
If the high noontide at once grew night-dim
It would not be such a change.


I wonder I did not die.
Mother, I'll own it you now I am strong,
I used to wake in the night and lie
Wishing and wishing it might not be long--
Oh! it was wicked, and you all so kind,
How could I wish to bring you a grief?
But too much unhappiness makes one blind
To all but one's own relief.


I am not so wicked now;
You need not fear. I am hoping that still,
I am learning to lean on God, and I bow,
Yes I think I bow my heart to His will.
I found it a long hard struggle to make,
To clasp my sorrow and say "It is best,"
But, believe it, you need not fear for my sake;
Yes, mother, I am at rest:


Yet, listen, if I should die soon--
And I know what they say, though you hide it from me--
Mother, you'll grant me my last-asked boon,
That you'll try not to think it his fault, and if he,
Mother, if he should seek you some day,
You will not make him a hard reply,
But tell him, before I passed away,
I sent him kind good-bye.


Mother, kiss me, do not cry.
I could not keep from speaking of this;
It is nothing to say "If I should die,"
It cannot bring death more near than it is;
And I am much stronger. You shall not weep--
Who is it tells me that weeping is wrong?
But let me lean on your lap and sleep,
I lay waking last night too long.
noorie
I Find no Peace
-Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503-1542)


I find no peace, and all my war is done.
I fear and hope. I burn and freeze like ice.
I fly above the wind, yet can I not arise;
And nought I have, and all the world I season.
That loseth nor locketh holdeth me in prison
And holdeth me not--yet can I scape no wise--
Nor letteth me live nor die at my device,
And yet of death it giveth me occasion.
Without eyen I see, and without tongue I plain.
I desire to perish, and yet I ask health.
I love another, and thus I hate myself.
I feed me in sorrow and laugh in all my pain;
Likewise displeaseth me both life and death,
And my delight is causer of this strife.
pinky
QUOTE(noorie @ Dec 23 2007, 04:32 PM) *

QUOTE(pinky @ Dec 18 2007, 05:21 PM) *

The House with Nobody in it

a poem by Joyce Kilmer

So whenever I go to Suffern along the Erie track
I never go by the empty house without stopping and looking back,
Yet it hurts me to look at the crumbling roof and the shutters fallen apart,
For I can't help thinking the poor old house is a house with a broken heart.



I love those lines. Thanks Pinkz.



Thank you noorie smile.gif
pinky
QUOTE(noorie @ Dec 23 2007, 04:38 PM) *

Deserted
-Augusta (Davies) Webster (1837-1894)


No, mother, I am not sad:
Why think me sad? I was always still,
You remember, even when my heart was most glad
And you used to let me dream at my will;
And now I like better to watch the sea
And the calm sad sky than to laugh with the rest.
You know they are full of chatter and glee,
And I like the quietness best.


Nay, mother, you look so grave.
I know what you're thinking and will not say;
But you need not fear; I am growing brave
Now that the pain is passing away,
And I never weep for him now when alone,
For perhaps it was better--who can tell?--
That it ended so. I shall soon be well
Now that the hardest is known.


I am so much stronger to-day
I can look at all past and think how it grew
And how by degrees it faded away,
That light of my life. Ah! when I first knew
I had only been a plaything to him
Through all my loving, it seemed so strange.
If the high noontide at once grew night-dim
It would not be such a change.


I wonder I did not die.
Mother, I'll own it you now I am strong,
I used to wake in the night and lie
Wishing and wishing it might not be long--
Oh! it was wicked, and you all so kind,
How could I wish to bring you a grief?
But too much unhappiness makes one blind
To all but one's own relief.


I am not so wicked now;
You need not fear. I am hoping that still,
I am learning to lean on God, and I bow,
Yes I think I bow my heart to His will.
I found it a long hard struggle to make,
To clasp my sorrow and say "It is best,"
But, believe it, you need not fear for my sake;
Yes, mother, I am at rest:


Yet, listen, if I should die soon--
And I know what they say, though you hide it from me--
Mother, you'll grant me my last-asked boon,
That you'll try not to think it his fault, and if he,
Mother, if he should seek you some day,
You will not make him a hard reply,
But tell him, before I passed away,
I sent him kind good-bye.


Mother, kiss me, do not cry.
I could not keep from speaking of this;
It is nothing to say "If I should die,"
It cannot bring death more near than it is;
And I am much stronger. You shall not weep--
Who is it tells me that weeping is wrong?
But let me lean on your lap and sleep,
I lay waking last night too long.




QUOTE(noorie @ Dec 23 2007, 05:27 PM) *

I Find no Peace
-Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503-1542)


I find no peace, and all my war is done.
I fear and hope. I burn and freeze like ice.
I fly above the wind, yet can I not arise;
And nought I have, and all the world I season.
That loseth nor locketh holdeth me in prison
And holdeth me not--yet can I scape no wise--
Nor letteth me live nor die at my device,
And yet of death it giveth me occasion.
Without eyen I see, and without tongue I plain.
I desire to perish, and yet I ask health.
I love another, and thus I hate myself.
I feed me in sorrow and laugh in all my pain;
Likewise displeaseth me both life and death,
And my delight is causer of this strife.




Thanks a lot for both these lovely poems noorie.. smile.gif
simplefable
QUOTE(pinky @ Dec 18 2007, 05:21 PM) *

The House with Nobody in it

a poem by Joyce Kilmer


If I had a lot of money and all my debts were paid
I'd put a gang of men to work with brush and saw and spade.
I'd buy that place and fix it up the way it used to be
And I'd find some people who wanted a home and give it to them free.



Exactly what we would think too.. smile.gif
Thanks for the beautiful poem Pinky. This picture came into my mind, as i read this...


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simplefable
QUOTE(noorie @ Dec 23 2007, 05:27 PM) *

I Find no Peace
-Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503-1542)



I feed me in sorrow and laugh in all my pain;
Likewise displeaseth me both life and death,



Just beautiful !! Thanks Noorie smile.gif
simplefable
QUOTE(iiluu @ Jan 4 2008, 10:02 PM) *

"Only U"
While you are reading this poem , if someone appears in your mind, Then, "you are in love"with that person...

Poem .....
means.................


smile.gif Thanks Iiluu.
simplefable

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Sunset


Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors
which it passes to a row of ancient trees.
You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you
one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth.

leaving you, not really belonging to either,
not so hopelessly dark as that house that is silent,
not so unswervingly given to the eternal as that thing
that turns to a star each night and climbs-

leaving you (it is impossible to untangle the threads)
your own life, timid and standing high and growing,
so that, sometimes blocked in, sometimes reaching out,
one moment your life is a stone in you, and the next, a star.
pinky
QUOTE(iiluu @ Jan 4 2008, 10:02 PM) *

"Only U"
No one in my "Life"
But when i "Search" Something,
Someone Come that is "Only U"!!
No one in my "Book"
But when i "Study" Something,
Someone Come that is "Only U"!![b]No one in my "Game"
But when i "Play" Something,
Someone Come that is "Only U"!!
No one in my "Brain"
But when i "Think" Something,
Someone Come that is "Only U"!!
No one in my "Eye"
But when i "See" Something,
Someone Come that is "Only U"!!
No one in my "Heart"
But when i "Feel"Something,
Someone Come that is "Only U"!!

"Poem::>>>>>>:::"
"You are in love"
When you are together with that special someone, you pretend to ignore that person. But when that special someone is not around, you might look around tofind them. At that moment, "you are in love".
Although there is someone else who always makes you laugh, your eyes and attention might go only to that special someone. Then, "you are in love".
Although that special someone was supposed to have called you long back, To let you know of their safe arrival, your phone is quiet. You are desperately waiting for the call! At that moment, "you are in love".
If you are much more excited for one short e-mail from that special someone than other many long e-mails, Then,"you are in love".
When you find yourself as one who cannot erase all the emails or SMS messages in your phone because of one message from that special someone, Then, "you are in love".
When you get a couple of free movie tickets, you would not hesitate to think of that special someone. Then, "you are in love".
You keep telling yourself, "that special someone is just a friend",but you realize that you can not avoid that person's special attraction. At that moment,"you are in love".
While you are reading this poem , if someone appears in your mind, Then, "you are in love"with that person...

Peom .....
means.................



Nice poem, thanks iillu smile.gif
pinky
QUOTE(simplefable @ Jan 5 2008, 07:52 AM) *

QUOTE(pinky @ Dec 18 2007, 05:21 PM) *

The House with Nobody in it

a poem by Joyce Kilmer


If I had a lot of money and all my debts were paid
I'd put a gang of men to work with brush and saw and spade.
I'd buy that place and fix it up the way it used to be
And I'd find some people who wanted a home and give it to them free.



Exactly what we would think too.. smile.gif
Thanks for the beautiful poem Pinky. This picture came into my mind, as i read this...


Click to view attachment


thank you smile.gif


QUOTE(simplefable @ Jan 5 2008, 08:23 AM) *

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Sunset


Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors
which it passes to a row of ancient trees.
You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you
one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth.

leaving you, not really belonging to either,
not so hopelessly dark as that house that is silent,
not so unswervingly given to the eternal as that thing
that turns to a star each night and climbs-

leaving you (it is impossible to untangle the threads)
your own life, timid and standing high and growing,
so that, sometimes blocked in, sometimes reaching out,
one moment your life is a stone in you, and the next, a star.



Such a Lovely poem.. smile.gif
pinky
Untitled

Emily Dickinson

To die--takes just a little while--
They say it doesn't hurt--
It's only fainter--by degrees--
And then--it's out of sight--

A darker Ribbon--for a Day--
A Crape upon the Hat--
And then the pretty sunshine comes--
And helps us to forget--

The absent--mystic--creature--
That but for love of us--
Had gone to sleep--that soundest time--
Without the weariness--



Somewhere



somehwere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

I do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands


e.e.cummings





pinky
QUOTE(iiluu @ Jan 13 2008, 08:38 PM) *

QUOTE(pinky @ Jan 10 2008, 10:42 PM) *

Untitled

Emily Dickinson

To die--takes just a little while--
They say it doesn't hurt--
It's only fainter--by degrees--
And then--it's out of sight--

A darker Ribbon--for a Day--
A Crape upon the Hat--
And then the pretty sunshine comes--
And helps us to forget--

The absent--mystic--creature--
That but for love of us--
Had gone to sleep--that soundest time--
Without the weariness--



Somewhere



somehwere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

I do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands


e.e.cummings


Somewhere is very close to you just have to see with yours eye's in real world.........i think poem tell alot....

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pinky
Love and Imagination


Love and imagination are magicians

Who create an image of the Beloved in your mind

With which you share your secret intimate moments.



This apparition is made of nothing at al,

But from its mouth comes the question,

“Am I not your Loved One?”

and from you the soft reply”Yes.Yes.Yes.”



-Rumi-


Bad dreams

One day you will look back and laugh at yourself.

You’ll say, “ I can’t believe I was so asleep!

How did I ever forget the truth?

How ridiculous to believe that sadness and sickness

Are anything other than bad dreams.”


-Rumi-


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


The Day Is Done


The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.
I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me
That my soul cannot resist:
A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.
Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.
Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the corridors of time
For, like strains of martial music,
Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life's endless toil and endeavor;
And to-night I long for rest.
Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start;
Who, through long days of labor,
And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
Of wonderful melodies.
Such songs have power to quiet.
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.
Then read from the treasured volume
The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.
And the night shall be filled with music
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away


Henry Longfellow
noorie
QUOTE(pinky @ Jan 13 2008, 10:31 PM) *

Love and Imagination


Love and imagination are magicians

Who create an image of the Beloved in your mind

With which you share your secret intimate moments.



This apparition is made of nothing at al,

But from its mouth comes the question,

“Am I not your Loved One?”

and from you the soft reply”Yes.Yes.Yes.”



-Rumi-


Bad dreams

One day you will look back and laugh at yourself.

You’ll say, “ I can’t believe I was so asleep!

How did I ever forget the truth?

How ridiculous to believe that sadness and sickness

Are anything other than bad dreams.”


-Rumi-



Pinkz, I officially claim you as my soul-sister; tongue1.gif the poem selections on this page and the last could easily have been mine. You are too good. love.gif
noorie
If you forget me
-By Pablo Neruda

If you forget me
I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists:
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
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In Spanish –

“Si Tu Me Olvidas”

Quiero qui sepas
Una cosa.

Tú sabes cómo es esto:
si miro
la luna de cristal, la rama roja
del lento otoño en mi ventana,
si toco
junto al fuego
la impalpable ceniza
o el arrugado cuerpo de la leña,
todo me lleva a ti,
como si todo lo que existe,
aromas, luz, metales,
fueran pequeños barcos que navegan
hacia las islas tuyas que me aguardan.
Ahora bien,
si poco a poco dejas de quererme
dejaré de quererte poco a poco.
Si de pronto
me olvidas
no me busques,
que ya te habré olvidado.
Si consideras largo y loco
el viento de banderas
que pasa por mi vida
y te decides
a dejarme a la orilla
del corazón en que tengo raíces,
piensa
que en ese día,
a esa hora
levantaré los brazos
y saldrán mis raíces
a buscar otra tierra.
Pero
si cada día,
cada hora
sientes que a mí estás destinada
con dulzura implacable.
Si cada día sube
una flor a tus labios a buscarme,
ay amor mío, ay mía,
en mí todo ese fuego se repite,
en mí nada se apaga ni se olvida,
mi amor se nutre de tu amor, amada,
y mientras vivas estará en tus brazos
sin salir de los míos.


Wouldn’t it be a treat for you folks if you could hear me recite that!
pinky
QUOTE(noorie @ Jan 15 2008, 11:22 PM) *

QUOTE(pinky @ Jan 13 2008, 10:31 PM) *

Love and Imagination


Love and imagination are magicians

Who create an image of the Beloved in your mind

With which you share your secret intimate moments.



This apparition is made of nothing at al,

But from its mouth comes the question,

“Am I not your Loved One?”

and from you the soft reply”Yes.Yes.Yes.”



-Rumi-


Bad dreams

One day you will look back and laugh at yourself.

You’ll say, “ I can’t believe I was so asleep!

How did I ever forget the truth?

How ridiculous to believe that sadness and sickness

Are anything other than bad dreams.”


-Rumi-



Pinkz, I officially claim you as my soul-sister; tongue1.gif the poem selections on this page and the last could easily have been mine. You are too good. love.gif


Thats so sweet of you noorie..thank you smile.gif i love all the poems you upload..


QUOTE(noorie @ Jan 15 2008, 11:28 PM) *

If you forget me
-By Pablo Neruda

If you forget me
I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists:
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
wub.gif

In Spanish –

“Si Tu Me Olvidas”

Quiero qui sepas
Una cosa.

[b]Tú sabes cómo es esto:
si miro
la luna de cristal, la rama roja
del lento otoño en mi ventana,
si toco
junto al fuego
la impalpable ceniza
o el arrugado cuerpo de la leña,
todo me lleva a ti,
como si todo lo que existe,
aromas, luz, metales,
fueran pequeños barcos que navegan
hacia las islas tuyas que me aguardan.
Ahora bien,
si poco a poco dejas de quererme
dejaré de quererte poco a poco.
Si de pronto
me olvidas
no me busques,
que ya te habré olvidado.
Si consideras largo y loco
el viento de banderas
que pasa por mi vida
y te decides
a dejarme a la orilla
del corazón en que tengo raíces,
piensa
que en ese día,
a esa hora
levantaré los brazos
y saldrán mis raíces
a buscar otra tierra.
Pero
si cada día,
cada hora
sientes que a mí estás destinada
con dulzura implacable.
Si cada día sube
una flor a tus labios a buscarme,
ay amor mío, ay mía,
en mí todo ese fuego se repite,
en mí nada se apaga ni se olvida,
mi amor se nutre de tu amor, amada,
y mientras vivas estará en tus brazos
sin salir de los míos.


Wouldn’t it be a treat for you folks if you could hear me recite that![b/]




Lovely poem..the first one smile.gif
Can you Plz translate that? it is spanish right?i definitely wd love to hear you recite it smile.gif may be on hf radio? unsure.gif
noorie
QUOTE(pinky @ Jan 16 2008, 02:01 PM) *


Thats so sweet of you noorie..thank you i love all the poems you upload..
lovely poem..the first one smile.gif
Can you Plz translate that? it is spanish right?i definitely wd love to hear you recite it smile.gif
may be on hf radio?
unsure.gif


No, that fits you more. smile.gif

Pinkz, please check the poem that's right above the Spanish one; both are the same. tongue1.gif

ohmy.gif The HF radio thing, you can't be serious! I am too shy. Click to view attachment Besides, I don't want to scare the competition away, do I? Click to view attachment
noorie
The Morning Runs On
-Nicholas Heiney

The morning runs on,
a springtime secret through the avenues and avenues which lure all sound away
I sing, as I was taught inside myself.
I sing inside myself when wild moments slice some tender evening like a breeze that rattles gravel and digs in the dirt
I sing, as I was told, inside myself.
I sing inside myself the one wild song, song that whirls my words around until a world unfurls my ship’s new sail
I catch the dew and set a course amongst the ocean curls
The silence at the song’s end
Before the next
Is the world.
noorie
QUOTE(iiluu @ Jan 24 2008, 02:54 PM) *


Noorie Ji,

Its not a small word noorie ji.... this silence broken my trust ...whts the need of silence .....
Pahle keha hota , main na hi kabhi internet ata na hi kabhi b'day wish karta or na hi kabhi kisi ke bhich aata...from today i never come on net.

Smile keep smilling smile.gif ,

bhagwan mujhe chhama karna maine use nahin samjha or I hate you ek bar keah ke dekhti main kabka yeah world chod chuka hota tumhare liye...........
i hate you i hate you.........
Marne se pahle ek bar milne ko hi to kaha tha, varna ekele ayea hain or akele i jaana hoga....
T c
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Quit whining, and post a poem or two, will you? Click to view attachment

*Weirded out*

pinky
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QUOTE(pinky @ Jan 16 2008, 02:01 PM) *


Thats so sweet of you noorie..thank you i love all the poems you upload..
lovely poem..the first one smile.gif
Can you Plz translate that? it is spanish right?i definitely wd love to hear you recite it smile.gif
may be on hf radio?
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No, that fits you more. smile.gif

Pinkz, please check the poem that's right above the Spanish one; both are the same.
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ohmy.gif The HF radio thing, you can't be serious! I am too shy. Click to view attachment Besides, I don't want to scare the competition away, do I? Click to view attachment


Noorie..i realised that after i posted my comment lol..
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QUOTE(noorie @ Jan 21 2008, 03:20 AM) *

The Morning Runs On
-Nicholas Heiney

The morning runs on,
a springtime secret through the avenues and avenues which lure all sound away
I sing, as I was taught inside myself.
I sing inside myself when wild moments slice some tender evening like a breeze that rattles gravel and digs in the dirt
I sing, as I was told, inside myself.
I sing inside myself the one wild song, song that whirls my words around until a world unfurls my ship’s new sail
I catch the dew and set a course amongst the ocean curls
The silence at the song’s end
Before the next
Is the world.



Such a sweet poem, thank you noorie smile.gif
pinky
Freeze This Moment

We were sitting on your rooftop
Staring at the skies
The sun was dipping lower
I looked into your eyes
You saw what I was feeling
I know you felt it too
We wanted time to just stand still
Then forever there'd be me and you
Why can't we freeze this moment?
Return to it in time
Stay together through the years
Proclaim I'm yours and you are mine
So let us freeze this moment
Store it safely away
Even if we leave this place
We'll return to it someday



- Jenna Todd -
noorie
And There Is Nothing Left To Do
- Oscar Wilde

And there is nothing left to do
But to kiss once again, and part,
Nay, there is nothing we should rue,
I have my beauty,-you your Art,
Nay, do not start,
One world was not enough for two
Like me and you.
noorie
Now!
- Robert Browning

Out of your whole life give but a moment!
...All of your life that has gone before,
...All to come after it,--so you ignore,
So you make perfect the present; condense,
In a rapture of rage, for perfection's endowment,
Thought and feeling and soul and sense,
Merged in a moment which gives me at last
You around me for once, you beneath me, above me--
Me, sure that, despite of time future, time past,
This tick of life-time's one moment you love me!
How long such suspension may linger? Ah, Sweet,
...The moment eternal--just that and no more--
...When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core,
While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!
shivani
SAFE in their alabaster chambers,
Untouched by morning and untouched by noon,
Sleep the meek members of the resurrection,
Rafter of satin, and roof of stone.

Light laughs the breeze in her castle of sunshine; 5
Babbles the bee in a stolid ear;
Pipe the sweet birds in ignorant cadence,—
Ah, what sagacity perished here!

Grand go the years in the crescent above them;
Worlds scoop their arcs, and firmaments row, 10
Diadems drop and Doges surrender,
Soundless as dots on a disk of snow.

-X-

LOOK back on time with kindly eyes,
He doubtless did his best;
How softly sinks his trembling sun
In human nature’s west!

-X-


SWEET hours have perished here;
This is a mighty room;
Within its precincts hopes have played,—
Now shadows in the tomb.

-X-
all by Emily D
noorie
Shivani, I was hoping you would return. One day. tongue1.gif
noorie
Thee, Thee, Only Thee
- Thomas Moore

The dawning of morn, the daylight's sinking,
The night's long hours still find me thinking
Of thee, thee, only thee.
When friends are met, and goblets crown'd,
And smiles are near that once enchanted,
Unreach'd by all that sunshine round,
My soul, like some dark spot, is haunted
By thee, thee, only thee.

Whatever in fame's high path could waken
My spirit once is now forsaken
For thee, thee, only thee.
Like shores by which some headlong bark
To ocean hurries, resting never,
Life's scenes go by me, bright or dark
I know not, heed not, hastening ever
To thee, thee, only thee.

I have not joy but of thy bringing,
And pain itself seems sweet when springing
From thee, thee, only thee.
Like spells that nought on earth can break,
Till lips that know the charm have spoken,
This heart, howe'er the world may wake
Its grief, its scorn, can but be broken
By thee, thee, only thee.
noorie
When I Loved You
- Thomas Moore

When I loved you, I can't but allow
I had many an exquisite minute;
But the scorn that I feel for you now
Hath even more luxury in it!

Thus, whether we're on or we're off,
Some witchery seems to await you;
To love you is pleasant enough,
But oh! 'tis delicious to hate you!
noorie
If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking
- Emily Dickinson

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
Shubham


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Thanks Pinky for your kind words ...Night of the scorpion was in our tenth standard english reader..i just could never forget it. smile.gif


A Character

I marvel how Nature could ever find space
For so many strange contrasts in one human face:
There's thought and no thought, and there's paleness and bloom
And bustle and sluggishness, pleasure and gloom.

There's weakness, and strength both redundant and vain;
Such strength as, if ever affliction and pain
Could pierce through a temper that's soft to disease,
Would be rational peace--a philosopher's ease.

There's indifference, alike when he fails or succeeds,
And attention full ten times as much as there needs;
Pride where there's no envy, there's so much of joy;
And mildness, and spirit both forward and coy.

There's freedom, and sometimes a diffident stare
Of shame scarcely seeming to know that she's there,
There's virtue, the title it surely may claim,
Yet wants heaven knows what to be worthy the name.

This picture from nature may seem to depart,
Yet the Man would at once run away with your heart;
And I for five centuries right gladly would be
Such an odd such a kind happy creature as he.

William Wordsworth

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Thanks once again for this lovely poem:smile:
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Pinky .... ................
any smily poems..........?
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smile.gif Here's a smily happy poem..

Be Happy



Be happy!
You will grow into God’s greatest blessing, His highest pride.

Be happy!

Yesterday’s world wants you to enjoy its surrendering breath.
Today’s world wants you to enjoy its surrendered breath.
Tomorrow’s world wants you to enjoy its fulfilling breath.

Be happy!

Be happy in the morning with what you have.
Be happy in the evening with what you are.

Be happy!

Do not complain. Who complains? The blind beggar in you.
When you complain, you dance in the mire of ignorance.
When you do not complain, all conditions of the world are at your feet,
and God gives you a new name: aspiration.
Aspiration is the supreme wealth in the world of light and delight..

Be happy!

Thanks a lot . Very nice poem

Cheers
Shubham

pinky
QUOTE(noorie @ Feb 15 2008, 08:39 PM) *

Shivani, I was hoping you would return. One day. tongue1.gif



smile.gif same here noorie..
pinky
QUOTE(noorie @ Feb 15 2008, 09:31 PM) *

Thee, Thee, Only Thee
- Thomas Moore

The dawning of morn, the daylight's sinking,
The night's long hours still find me thinking
Of thee, thee, only thee.
When friends are met, and goblets crown'd,
And smiles are near that once enchanted,
Unreach'd by all that sunshine round,
My soul, like some dark spot, is haunted
By thee, thee, only thee.

Whatever in fame's high path could waken
My spirit once is now forsaken
For thee, thee, only thee.
Like shores by which some headlong bark
To ocean hurries, resting never,
Life's scenes go by me, bright or dark
I know not, heed not, hastening ever
To thee, thee, only thee.

I have not joy but of thy bringing,
And pain itself seems sweet when springing
From thee, thee, only thee.
Like spells that nought on earth can break,
Till lips that know the charm have spoken,
This heart, howe'er the world may wake
Its grief, its scorn, can but be broken
By thee, thee, only thee.




SUCH A LOVELY POEM noorie..thank you smile.gif
pinky
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Thanks Pinky for your kind words ...Night of the scorpion was in our tenth standard english reader..i just could never forget it. smile.gif


A Character

I marvel how Nature could ever find space
For so many strange contrasts in one human face:
There's thought and no thought, and there's paleness and bloom
And bustle and sluggishness, pleasure and gloom.

There's weakness, and strength both redundant and vain;
Such strength as, if ever affliction and pain
Could pierce through a temper that's soft to disease,
Would be rational peace--a philosopher's ease.

There's indifference, alike when he fails or succeeds,
And attention full ten times as much as there needs;
Pride where there's no envy, there's so much of joy;
And mildness, and spirit both forward and coy.

There's freedom, and sometimes a diffident stare
Of shame scarcely seeming to know that she's there,
There's virtue, the title it surely may claim,
Yet wants heaven knows what to be worthy the name.

This picture from nature may seem to depart,
Yet the Man would at once run away with your heart;
And I for five centuries right gladly would be
Such an odd such a kind happy creature as he.

William Wordsworth

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Thanks once again for this lovely poem:smile:
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Pinky .... ................
any smily poems..........?
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smile.gif Here's a smily happy poem..

Be Happy



Be happy!
You will grow into God’s greatest blessing, His highest pride.

Be happy!

Yesterday’s world wants you to enjoy its surrendering breath.
Today’s world wants you to enjoy its surrendered breath.
Tomorrow’s world wants you to enjoy its fulfilling breath.

Be happy!

Be happy in the morning with what you have.
Be happy in the evening with what you are.

Be happy!

Do not complain. Who complains? The blind beggar in you.
When you complain, you dance in the mire of ignorance.
When you do not complain, all conditions of the world are at your feet,
and God gives you a new name: aspiration.
Aspiration is the supreme wealth in the world of light and delight..

Be happy!

Thanks a lot . Very nice poem

Cheers
Shubham
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Most Welcome smile.gif
simplefable
Now, this thread has become a haven for people like me, who relish each word of these memorable poems...like a sip of hot coffee, one after another, as we get to know every little nuance of these wonderful poems...Thanks a lot..Noorie, Shivani, Shubham...Pinky.. smile.gif
simplefable
I am certain that all of you might have heard of Ogden Nash's Limericks..here are a few. Hope all would enjoy.. smile.gif



Everybody Tells Me Everything
by Ogden Nash


I find it very difficult to enthuse
Over the current news.
Just when you think that at least the outlook is so black that it can grow no blacker, it worsens,
And that is why I do not like the news, because there has never been an era when so many things were going so right for so many of the wrong persons.



The Terrible People
by Ogden Nash


People who have what they want are very fond of telling people who haven't what they want that they really don't want it,
And I wish I could afford to gather all such people into a gloomy castle on the Danube and hire half a dozen capable Draculas to haunt it.
I dont' mind their having a lot of money, and I don't care how they employ it,
But I do think that they damn well ought to admit they enjoy it.
But no, they insist on being stealthy
About the pleasures of being wealthy,
And the possession of a handsome annuity
Makes them think that to say how hard it is to make both ends meet is their bounden duity.
You cannot conceive of an occasion
Which will find them without some suitable evasion.
Yes indeed, with argumetsn they are very fecund;
Their first point is that money isn't everything, and that they have no money anyhow is their second.
Some people's money is merited,
And other people's is inherited,
But wherever it comes from,
They talk about it as if it were something you got pink gums from.
Perhaps indeed the possession of wealth is constantly distressing,
But I should be quite willing to assume every curse of wealth if I could at the same time assume every blessing.
The only incurable troubles of the rich are the troubles that money can't cure,
Which is a kind of trouble that is even more troublesome if you are poor.
Certainly there are lots of things in life that money won't buy, but it's very funny --
Have you ever tried to buy them without money?



A Lady who Thinks She Is Thirty
by Ogden Nash


Unwillingly Miranda wakes,
Feels the sun with terror,
One unwilling step she takes,
Shuddering to the mirror.

Miranda in Miranda's sight
Is old and gray and dirty;
Twenty-nine she was last night;
This morning she is thirty.

Shining like the morning star,
Like the twilight shining,
Haunted by a calendar,
Miranda is a-pining.

Silly girl, silver girl,
Draw the mirror toward you;
Time who makes the years to whirl
Adorned as he adored you.

Time is timelessness for you;
Calendars for the human;
What's a year, or thirty, to
Loveliness made woman?

Oh, Night will not see thirty again,
Yet soft her wing, Miranda;
Pick up your glass and tell me, then--
How old is Spring, Miranda?
noorie
QUOTE(pinky @ Feb 16 2008, 08:18 PM) *


SUCH A LOVELY POEM noorie..thank you smile.gif


Pinkz, you're the sis that I've always wanted. love.gif
noorie
Despair
-Samuel Taylor Coleridge

I have experienc'd
The worst, the World can wreak on me--the worst
That can make Life indifferent, yet disturb
With whisper'd Discontents the dying prayer--
I have beheld the whole of all, wherein
My Heart had any interest in this Life,
To be disrent and torn from off my Hopes
That nothing now is left. Why then live on ?
That Hostage, which the world had in it's keeping
Given by me as a Pledge that I would live--
That Hope of Her, say rather, that pure Faith
In her fix'd Love, which held me to keep truce
With the Tyranny of Life--is gone ah ! whither ?
What boots it to reply ? 'tis gone ! and now
Well may I break this Pact, this League of Blood
That ties me to myself--and break I shall !
noorie
Stanzas Written In Dejection
- Percy Bysshe Shelley

The sun is warm, the sky is clear,
The waves are dancing fast and bright,
Blue isles and snowy mountains wear
The purple noon's transparent might,
The breath of the moist earth is light,
Around its unexpanded buds;
Like many a voice of one delight
The winds, the birds, the ocean floods,
The city's voice itself, is soft like Solitude's.
I see the deep's untrampled floor
With green and purple seaweeds strown;
I see the waves upon the shore,
Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown:
I sit upon the sands alone,--
The lightning of the noontide ocean
Is flashing round me, and a tone
Arises from its measured motion,
How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion.
Alas! I have nor hope nor health,
Nor peace within nor calm around,
Nor that content surpassing wealth
The sage in meditation found,
And walked with inward glory crowned--
Nor fame nor power, nor love, nor leisure,
Others I see whom these surround--
Smiling they live, and call life pleasure;--
To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
Yet now despair itself is mild,
Even as the winds and waters are;
I could lie down like a tired child,
And weep away the life of care
Which I have born and yet must bear,
Till death like sleep might steal on me,
And I might feel in the warm air
My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea
Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Some might lament that I were cold,
As I, when this sweet day is gone,
Which my lost heart, too soon grown old,
Insults with this untimely moan;
They might lament--for I am one
Whom men love not,--and yet regret,
Unlike this day, which, when the sun
Shall on its stainless glory set,
Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet.
iiluu
The meaning of my smile.......

I smile
When I am fascinated
I smile
When I am scared
I smile
When I am admired
I smile
When I am dumped
I smile
When I’m hiding something
I smile
When I want to say odd things
I smile
When I’m being bitchy
I smile
When I’m a little bit shy
I smile
When I’m about to get angry
I smile
When I wanted to cry

Guess,
I can’t name it all
For all I know
My smile makes you fall

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noorie
Vivien's Song
- Alfred Lord Tennyson

In Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours,
Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers:
Unfaith in aught is want of faith in all.

...It is the little rift within the lute,
That by and by will make the music mute,
And ever widening slowly silence all.

...The little rift within the lover's lute,
Or little pitted speck in garner'd fruit,
That rotting inward slowly moulders all.

...It is not worth the keeping: let it go;
But shall it? answer, darling, answer, no.
And trust me not at all or all in all.
noorie
It's all I have to bring to-day
- Emily Dickinson

It's all I have to bring to-day,
This, and my heart beside,
This, and my heart, and all the fields,
And all the meadows wide.
Be sure you count, should I forget,
Someone the sum could tell,
This, and my heart, and all the bees
Which in the clover dwell.
noorie
On Anothers Sorrow
- William Blake

Can I see anothers woe,
And not be in sorrow too.
Can I see anothers grief,
And not seek for kind relief?

Can I see a falling tear,
And not feel my sorrows share,
Can a father see his child,
Weep, nor be with sorrow fill'd.
Can a mother sit and hear,
An infant groan an infant fear--
No no never can it be.
Never never can it be.

And can he who smiles on all
Hear the wren with sorrows small,
Hear the small birds grief & care
Hear the woes that infants bear--

And not sit beside the nest
Pouring pity in their breast,
And not sit the cradle near
Weeping tear on infants tear.

And not sit both night & day,
Wiping all our tears away.
O! no never can it be.
Never never can it be.

He doth give his joy to all.
He becomes an infant small.
He becomes a man of woe
He doth feel the sorrow too.

Think not, thou canst sigh a sigh,
And thy maker is not by.
Think not, thou canst weep a tear,
And thy maker is not near.

O! he gives to us his joy,
That our grief he may destroy
Till our grief is fled & gone
He doth sit by us and moan.
pinky
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QUOTE(pinky @ Feb 16 2008, 08:18 PM) *


SUCH A LOVELY POEM noorie..thank you smile.gif


Pinkz, you're the sis that I've always wanted. love.gif



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QUOTE(noorie @ Feb 17 2008, 01:12 PM) *

Stanzas Written In Dejection
- Percy Bysshe Shelley

The sun is warm, the sky is clear,
The waves are dancing fast and bright,
Blue isles and snowy mountains wear
The purple noon's transparent might,
The breath of the moist earth is light,
Around its unexpanded buds;
Like many a voice of one delight
The winds, the birds, the ocean floods,
The city's voice itself, is soft like Solitude's.
I see the deep's untrampled floor
With green and purple seaweeds strown;
I see the waves upon the shore,
Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown:
I sit upon the sands alone,--
The lightning of the noontide ocean
Is flashing round me, and a tone
Arises from its measured motion,
How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion.
Alas! I have nor hope nor health,
Nor peace within nor calm around,
Nor that content surpassing wealth
The sage in meditation found,
And walked with inward glory crowned--
Nor fame nor power, nor love, nor leisure,
Others I see whom these surround--
Smiling they live, and call life pleasure;--
To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
Yet now despair itself is mild,
Even as the winds and waters are;
I could lie down like a tired child,
And weep away the life of care
Which I have born and yet must bear,
Till death like sleep might steal on me,
And I might feel in the warm air
My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea
Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Some might lament that I were cold,
As I, when this sweet day is gone,
Which my lost heart, too soon grown old,
Insults with this untimely moan;
They might lament--for I am one
Whom men love not,--and yet regret,
Unlike this day, which, when the sun
Shall on its stainless glory set,
Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet.




Lovely.. smile.gif thank you noorie
pinky
QUOTE(iiluu @ Feb 17 2008, 09:59 PM) *

The meaning of my smile.......

I smile
When I am fascinated
I smile
When I am scared
I smile
When I am admired
I smile
When I am dumped
I smile
When I’m hiding something
I smile
When I want to say odd things
I smile
When I’m being bitchy
I smile

When I’m a little bit shy
I smile
When I’m about to get angry
I smile
When I wanted to cry

Guess,
I can’t name it all
For all I know
My smile makes you fall

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noorie
QUOTE(pinky @ Feb 20 2008, 08:56 PM) *

QUOTE(iiluu @ Feb 17 2008, 09:59 PM) *

The meaning of my smile.......

I smile
When I am fascinated
I smile
When I am scared
I smile
When I am admired
I smile
When I am dumped
I smile
When I’m hiding something
I smile
When I want to say odd things
I smile
When I’m being bitchy
I smile

When I’m a little bit shy
I smile
When I’m about to get angry
I smile
When I wanted to cry

Guess,
I can’t name it all
For all I know
My smile makes you fall

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I never would have thought of that.
noorie
To Arrange Words

To arrange words
In some order
Is not the same thing
As the inner poise
That’s poetry
The truth of poetry
Is the truth
Of being.
It’s an experience
Of truth.
No ornaments
Survive
A crucible.
Fire reveals
Only molten
Gold.
Says Tuka
We are here
To reveal.
We do not waste
Words.
noorie
I Come and Stand at Every Door
- Nazim Hikmet

I come and stand at every door
But no one hears my silent tread
I knock and yet remain unseen
For I am dead, for I am dead.
I’m only seven although I died
In Hiroshima long ago
I’m seven now as I was then
When children die they do not grow.
My hair was scorched by swirling flame
My eyes grew dim, my eyes grew blind
Death came and turned my bones to dust
And that was scattered by the wind.
I need no fruit, I need no rice
I need no sweet, nor even bread
I ask for nothing for myself
For I am dead, for I am dead.
All that I ask is that for peace
You fight today, you fight today
So that the children of this world
May live and grow and laugh and play.


- Tr. by Jeanette Turner

For all the innocent people who have died (and continue to die) in acts of mindless heartless violence.
pinky
QUOTE(noorie @ Feb 26 2008, 03:14 PM) *

I Come and Stand at Every Door
- Nazim Hikmet

I come and stand at every door
But no one hears my silent tread
I knock and yet remain unseen
For I am dead, for I am dead.
I’m only seven although I died
In Hiroshima long ago
I’m seven now as I was then
When children die they do not grow.
My hair was scorched by swirling flame
My eyes grew dim, my eyes grew blind
Death came and turned my bones to dust
And that was scattered by the wind.
I need no fruit, I need no rice
I need no sweet, nor even bread
I ask for nothing for myself
For I am dead, for I am dead.
All that I ask is that for peace
You fight today, you fight today
So that the children of this world
May live and grow and laugh and play.


- Tr. by Jeanette Turner

For all the innocent people who have died (and continue to die) in acts of mindless heartless violence.



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iiluu
QUOTE(noorie @ Feb 25 2008, 08:28 PM) *

QUOTE(pinky @ Feb 20 2008, 08:56 PM) *

QUOTE(iiluu @ Feb 17 2008, 09:59 PM) *

The meaning of my smile.......

I smile
When I am fascinated
I smile
When I am scared
I smile
When I am admired
I smile
When I am dumped
I smile
When I’m hiding something
I smile
When I want to say odd things
I smile
When I’m being bitchy
I smile

When I’m a little bit shy
I smile
When I’m about to get angry
I smile
When I wanted to cry

Guess,
I can’t name it all
For all I know
My smile makes you fall

14.07.06

scarlet red

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I never would have thought of that.


I too..
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