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#1 coconiks

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Posted 04 April 2003 - 09:51 PM

hi poetry dabblers
this is the post for you....

Stephen Foster

Beautiful Dreamer

Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!

Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng.

Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea,
Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.

Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,

Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

Edited by coconiks, 04 April 2003 - 10:07 PM.


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Posted 01 May 2003 - 12:37 PM

from the turgid streams of your mouth
the lush sweetness
of that pale, tranquil liquid
slakes ancient thirsts

when slick scarlet cleavages
part and meet
to erupt in a smooth, subtle geyser
of moist mist and nubile muscle

in the pause for breath
an eternity of meaning
melts from the frozen stronghold of
your mind --
which, not long ago, was held captive
by that onslaught of dulcet water

that is when the syllables come rolling
like fat drops of dew
out of the luscious depths of your mouth
out they roll, teasing with infinite
and coquettish patience

yet thirst is more powerful
and the syllabic stream is stopped
by the hot flesh of my greedy mouth

--When Syllables Roll Like Water--


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Posted 06 May 2003 - 03:12 AM

poetry lovers

this is for people who speak from the heart. people who do appreciate the finer things in life. may it always be so....

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Give All to Love

Give all to love;
Obey thy heart;
Friends, kindred, days,
Estate, good-fame,
Plans, credit, and the Muse,
Nothing refuse.

'Tis a brave master;
Let it have scope:
Follow it utterly,
Hope beyond hope:
High and more high
It dives into noon,
With wing unspent,
Untold intent;
But it is a God,
Knows its own path
And the outlets of the sky.

It was never for the mean;
It requireth courage stout.
Souls above doubt,
Valor unbending,
It will reward,
They shall return
More than they were,
And ever ascending.

Leave all for love;
Yet, hear me, yet,
One word more thy heart behoved,
One pulse more of firm endeavor,
Keep thee to-day,
To-morrow, forever,
Free as an Arab
Of thy beloved.

Cling with life to the maid;
But when the surprise,
First vague shadow of surmise
Flits across her bosom young,
Of a joy apart from thee,
Free be she, fancy-free;
Nor thou detain her vesture's hem,
Nor the palest rose she flung
From her summer diadem.

Though thou loved her as thyself,
As a self of purer clay,
Though her parting dims the day,
Stealing grace from all alive;
Heartily know,
When half-gods go,
The gods survive.

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Edited by coconiks, 16 July 2003 - 10:26 PM.


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Posted 07 May 2003 - 11:15 AM

(a male buddy of mine gave me a copy of this poem
he couldn't recall the author's name but is positive
it's a man. a milk drinking poet, my kind of guy. :wub: )



A glass of milk


Perhaps for tonight this is the last
glass of milk on earth
still left undrunk; still like an unlit
fluorescent lamp on
the kitchen table as the sadness of the
world spills
from the radio in lovers' English
a recording of sea waves.


Outside the small hours of the night
grow smaller
and the nighthawks of the city fly
away
collective into their clubs and their
stupor.
You go with them who drown their
spirits with alcohol.


And so tonight, with this glass of
milk, I drink to you:
To your conquest of gin and tonic,
and to your usual on the rocks,
to the one who will drink with you
tonight, to the one who will
go home with you, whose lips will
press against yours like warm glass.


But neither these words nor sobriety
can turn milk into wine.
Solitude cannot be washed down, and
desire must be weaned
away from your company as it must
from milk. Midnight, and
the dumb calf of the heart wobbles
away from its own recovery.


Because in pangs of philosophy, I
hold my addiction to you like
jealousies
that will never be healed and so must
be kept hurting to stay alive.
Milk, at least, relieves one of an
insomnia that is a symptom of
something
nursed beyond repair, that can never
hope beyond a temporary cure.


The early mornings remain as black
and white as a glass of milk
in the darkness of an empty house. I
drink to you but can
only drink milk that has drowned
other nights I stayed up for you,
sober in the darkness and drunk at the
heart.


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Posted 11 May 2003 - 01:57 AM

before i go, just wanna share with you a very sensual poem by ee cummings...



i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new


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Posted 14 May 2003 - 12:03 PM

"The Heart has reasons, Reason cannot fathom..."
~ can't remember who wrote this...

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Posted 14 May 2003 - 12:33 PM

a classic line...
"over the hills and far away"

evokes romantic images of adventures and explorations of the great unknown.

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Posted 15 May 2003 - 10:16 PM

Constance Fenimore Woolson

Love Unexpressed

The sweetest notes among the human heart-strings are dull with rust;
The sweetest chords, adjusted by the angels, are clogged with dust;
We pipe and pipe again our dreary music upon the self-same strains,
While sounds of crime, and fear, and desolation, come back in sad refrains.

On through the world we go, an army marching with listening ears,
Each longing, sighing, for the heavenly music he never hears;
Each longing, sighing, for a word of comfort, a word of tender praise,
A word of love, to cheer the endless journey of earth's hard, busy days.

They love us, and we know it; this suffices for reason's share.
Why should they pause to give that love expression with gentle care?
Why should they pause? But still our hearts are aching with all the gnawing pain
Of hungry love that longs to hear the music, and longs and longs in vain.

We love them, and they know it; if we falter, with fingers numb,
Among the unused strings of love's expression, the notes are dumb.
We shrink within ourselves in voiceless sorrow, leaving the words unsaid,
And, side by side with those we love the dearest, in silence on we tread.

Thus on we tread, and thus each heart in silence its fate fulfils,
Waiting and hoping for the heavenly music beyond the distant hills.
The only difference of the love in heaven from love on earth below Is:
Here we love and know not how to tell it, and there we all shall know.


nothing original yet... but i think this is nice :)

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Posted 18 May 2003 - 01:45 AM

"The Heart has reasons, Reason cannot fathom..."
~ can't remember who wrote this...

'Twas Blaise Pascal who said "The heart has its own reason which reason does not know." Beautiful. :)

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Posted 18 May 2003 - 11:57 PM

'Twas Blaise Pascal who said "The heart has its own reason which reason does not know."  Beautiful.  :)

:) Thank you!

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Posted 19 May 2003 - 12:10 AM

:) Thank you!

Don't mention it. I've just been a great fan of his writing for many years now and happen to know that line by heart. Cheers!

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Posted 19 May 2003 - 02:18 AM

I DO NOT LOVE YOU...
Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

that this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

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Posted 20 May 2003 - 12:17 AM

Neruda, good one NakedAngel. I am mesmerized by his poetry. Here is my fave:


I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.



Leaves me breathless everytime I read it. Beautiful.

Edited by Lipstick, 20 May 2003 - 12:20 AM.


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Posted 20 May 2003 - 07:59 AM

here'e something to read..

THE WONDER OF FORGIVING

I found a new book and I'm excited to share it with you. It's Forgiveness Therapy by David Schell.

Here are some of my favorites:

* Forgiveness means bending without breaking, being strong enough to withstand the heavy weight of injury but resilient enough to recover. Be forgiving.

* Forgive yourself; for what you regret doing and for what you wish you had done, for not being fully yourself and for being only yourself.

* Self-forgiveness cleanses the soul, washing away shame and guilt. Out of self-forgiveness comes the power to extend forgiveness to others.

* You have the right to feel sad, betrayed, angry, resentful when you've been injured. Understand, accept and express your feelings. Pushing them below the surface only means they will erupt in another place, at another time.

* Justice may right the wrongs, but forgiveness heals the hurt. Seek forgiveness beyond justice.

* Sometimes people hurt you because, like you, they are learning and growing. Forgive their incompleteness, their humanness.

* To refuse to forgive is to continue to hurt yourself. Victimized once, your lack of forgiveness keeps you stuck as a victim, holding on to a victim's identity. Instead, claim the identity of one who forgives.

* No loving relationship is free of hurts. Bind up the wounds of love with forgiveness.

* When you are having a difficult time forgiving, recall a moment when you wanted to be forgiven. Offer the other person what you wanted to receive.

* Forgiveness takes practice. Start with small hurts and work your way up to the big ones.

* Forgiveness may seem futile when you see no immediate results. But healing and growth are like fine aged cheese -- not instant mashed potatoes. Give forgiveness time.

* You cannot change someone for the better by holding a grudge. Grudges only change you--for the worse.

* When someone won't forgive you, refusing to forgive in return is no answer. That's like wrapping yourself in the other's chains. Keep yourself free; forgive.

* To help you forgive, picture the other person surrounded by the light of God. See yourself stepping into that same light, and feel God's presence with you both.

* Forgiveness is not something you do for someone else; it is something you do for yourself. Give yourself the gift of forgiveness.

Sometimes, when we have been wronged, bruised, angered or betrayed, it is difficult to forgive. It is easier said than done. But too much anger and resentment makes it hard for us to move on. All that pain we refuse to let go will bury us in a place we shouldn't get stuck in. After the hurt and anger should come healing, and healing can only take place if we allow ourselves to forgive.

We should pray that God gives us the grace to forgive. Ask HIM to give us a heart big enough to be humble. Once we choose to forgive, then and only then can we heal, then and only then can we free ourselves of the burden of our wounds.

Free yourself! Forgive. Allow God's love to thaw your heart!

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Posted 20 May 2003 - 08:53 PM

hey that was nice roset... still no inspiration so am posting something from...

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Love Me Little, Love Me Long

Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song.
Love that is too hot and strong
Burneth soon to waste.
Still, I would not have thee cold,
Not too backward, nor too bold;
Love that lasteth till 'tis old
Fadeth not in haste.
Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song.

If thou lovest me too much,
It will not prove as true as touch;
Love me little, more than such,
For I fear the end.
I am with little well content,
And a little from thee sent
Is enough, with true intent
To be steadfast friend.
Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song.

Say thou lov'st me while thou live;
I to thee my love will give,
Never dreaming to deceive
Whiles that life endures.
Nay, and after death, in sooth,
I to thee will keep my truth,
As now, when in my May of youth;
This my love assures.
Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song.

Constant love is moderate ever,
And it will through life persever;
Give me that, with true endeavor
I will it restore.
A suit of durance let it be,
For all weathers that for me,
For the land or for the sea,
Lasting evermore.
Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song.

Winter's cold, or summer's heat,
Autumn's tempests on it beat,
It can never know defeat,
Never can rebel.
Such the love that I would gain,
Such the love, I tell thee plain,
Thou must give, or woo in vain;
So to thee, farewell!
Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song.

and you must be a psychic roset, that's exactly what i needed.... ;)

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Posted 21 May 2003 - 02:18 AM

ganda ng site. enchanting!

guys, where do poetry readings held lately?

i love them. great for romantic but affordable dates. :wub:

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Posted 21 May 2003 - 05:36 AM

I think I shall never see
a poem as lovely as the tree...

for nature lovers.. B)

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Posted 21 May 2003 - 09:42 AM

I posted this somewhere, damn I forgot where. Forgot the author too, but I memorized this one by heart years ago. It remain one of my favorites.
This one goes out to the forgotten soldiers out there who belong to another age, yet go about their duties here and now because it is not in them to do otherwise. May you recover the Shards of Eternity that are hidden within these blasted and broken mortal realms, and in putting these together, may you realize that victory is inevitable, even if it was not given to you to see it.

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Over the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever Gods may be
for my unconquerable soul

In the fell clutch of Circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeonings of Chance
my head is bloody buy unbowed

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
looms but the horrors of the Shade
Yet the menace of the years finds
and shall find me unafraid

It matters not how straight the gate
How charged with punishment the scroll
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul

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Posted 21 May 2003 - 12:31 PM

ganda ng site. enchanting!

guys, where do poetry readings held lately?

i love them. great for romantic but affordable dates. :wub:

Try Sanctum in Intramurous, they have poetry nights often.

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Posted 21 May 2003 - 09:40 PM

Try Sanctum in Intramurous, they have poetry nights often.

thanks so much :wizard:




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