coconiks Posted April 4, 2003 Share Posted April 4, 2003 (edited) hi poetry dabblersthis 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 April 4, 2003 by coconiks Quote Link to comment
kRissY Posted May 1, 2003 Share Posted May 1, 2003 from the turgid streams of your mouththe lush sweetness of that pale, tranquil liquidslakes ancient thirsts when slick scarlet cleavagespart and meet to erupt in a smooth, subtle geyserof moist mist and nubile muscle in the pause for breathan eternity of meaning melts from the frozen stronghold ofyour mind --which, not long ago, was held captiveby that onslaught of dulcet water that is when the syllables come rollinglike fat drops of dewout of the luscious depths of your mouthout they roll, teasing with infiniteand coquettish patience yet thirst is more powerfuland the syllabic stream is stoppedby the hot flesh of my greedy mouth --When Syllables Roll Like Water-- Quote Link to comment
coconiks Posted May 5, 2003 Author Share Posted May 5, 2003 (edited) 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. Edited July 16, 2003 by coconiks Quote Link to comment
magritte70 Posted May 7, 2003 Share Posted May 7, 2003 (a male buddy of mine gave me a copy of this poemhe couldn't recall the author's name but is positiveit's a man. a milk drinking poet, my kind of guy. ) A glass of milk Perhaps for tonight this is the lastglass of milk on earthstill left undrunk; still like an unlitfluorescent lamp onthe kitchen table as the sadness of theworld spills from the radio in lovers' Englisha recording of sea waves. Outside the small hours of the nightgrow smallerand the nighthawks of the city flyawaycollective into their clubs and theirstupor.You go with them who drown theirspirits with alcohol. And so tonight, with this glass ofmilk, 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 youtonight, to the one who willgo home with you, whose lips willpress against yours like warm glass. But neither these words nor sobrietycan turn milk into wine.Solitude cannot be washed down, anddesire must be weanedaway from your company as it mustfrom milk. Midnight, and the dumb calf of the heart wobblesaway from its own recovery. Because in pangs of philosophy, Ihold my addiction to you likejealousiesthat will never be healed and so mustbe kept hurting to stay alive.Milk, at least, relieves one of aninsomnia that is a symptom ofsomethingnursed beyond repair, that can neverhope beyond a temporary cure. The early mornings remain as blackand white as a glass of milkin the darkness of an empty house. Idrink to you but canonly drink milk that has drownedother nights I stayed up for you,sober in the darkness and drunk at theheart. Quote Link to comment
magritte70 Posted May 10, 2003 Share Posted May 10, 2003 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 spineof your body and its bones, and the trembling-firm-smooth ness and which i willagain and again and againkiss, i like kissing this and that of you,i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzzof your electric fur, and what-is-it comesover parting flesh . . . . And eyes big love-crumbs, and possibly i like the thrill of under me you so quite new Quote Link to comment
moon_over_bourbon_street Posted May 14, 2003 Share Posted May 14, 2003 "The Heart has reasons, Reason cannot fathom..."~ can't remember who wrote this... Quote Link to comment
seraphim Posted May 14, 2003 Share Posted May 14, 2003 a classic line..."over the hills and far away" evokes romantic images of adventures and explorations of the great unknown. Quote Link to comment
coconiks Posted May 15, 2003 Author Share Posted May 15, 2003 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 Quote Link to comment
Lipstick Posted May 17, 2003 Share Posted May 17, 2003 "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. Quote Link to comment
moon_over_bourbon_street Posted May 18, 2003 Share Posted May 18, 2003 'Twas Blaise Pascal who said "The heart has its own reason which reason does not know." Beautiful. Thank you! Quote Link to comment
Lipstick Posted May 18, 2003 Share Posted May 18, 2003 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! Quote Link to comment
naked_angel Posted May 18, 2003 Share Posted May 18, 2003 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. Quote Link to comment
Lipstick Posted May 19, 2003 Share Posted May 19, 2003 (edited) 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 May 19, 2003 by Lipstick Quote Link to comment
roset Posted May 19, 2003 Share Posted May 19, 2003 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! Quote Link to comment
coconiks Posted May 20, 2003 Author Share Posted May 20, 2003 hey that was nice roset... still no inspiration so am posting something from... Anonymous 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 sentIs 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.... Quote Link to comment
sexy_ass Posted May 20, 2003 Share Posted May 20, 2003 ganda ng site. enchanting! guys, where do poetry readings held lately? i love them. great for romantic but affordable dates. Quote Link to comment
Turol Posted May 20, 2003 Share Posted May 20, 2003 I think I shall never seea poem as lovely as the tree... for nature lovers.. Quote Link to comment
LostCommand Posted May 21, 2003 Share Posted May 21, 2003 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. ######################## Over the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to poleI thank whatever Gods may befor my unconquerable soul In the fell clutch of CircumstanceI have not winced nor cried aloudUnder the bludgeonings of Chancemy head is bloody buy unbowed Beyond this place of wrath and tearslooms but the horrors of the ShadeYet the menace of the years findsand shall find me unafraid It matters not how straight the gateHow charged with punishment the scrollI am the master of my fateI am the captain of my soul ############################# Quote Link to comment
Lipstick Posted May 21, 2003 Share Posted May 21, 2003 ganda ng site. enchanting! guys, where do poetry readings held lately? i love them. great for romantic but affordable dates. Try Sanctum in Intramurous, they have poetry nights often. Quote Link to comment
sexy_ass Posted May 21, 2003 Share Posted May 21, 2003 Try Sanctum in Intramurous, they have poetry nights often.thanks so much :wizard: Quote Link to comment
Darkside Shin Posted May 22, 2003 Share Posted May 22, 2003 Try Sanctum in Intramurous, they have poetry nights often.Ah.... can anyone tell me some details about that Sanctuarium...the one with the poetry reading and all... I'm kinda curious, that's all. I'm a huge dark poetry fanatic, hence this I've simply gotta see. Awaiting further discussions, friends. Quote Link to comment
Lipstick Posted May 22, 2003 Share Posted May 22, 2003 (edited) SexyASS!!! Don't mention it, am glad to be of help. Oh did I mention the ambiance there is so relaxed? It's like a living room with divans, throw pillows and even something like an Opium Bed. Very different and very nice. Darkside ... it's SANCTUM not sanctuarium. Baka kasi saan ka mapadpad at hindi sa Intramurous. LOL. Edited May 22, 2003 by Lipstick Quote Link to comment
Guest River Posted May 22, 2003 Share Posted May 22, 2003 oo nga......darkside pwede rin naman sa sanctuarium (de san jose)...??? ...nice poems ha... Quote Link to comment
moon_over_bourbon_street Posted May 22, 2003 Share Posted May 22, 2003 For lovers, young and old... Tonight I can write the saddest lines...by Pablo Neruda Tonight I can write the saddest lines.Write, for example, "The night is shattered, and blue stars shiver in the distance." The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines.I loved her, and sometimes, she loved me too. Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.I kissed her, again and again under the endless sky. She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.How could one not have loved her great still eyes? Tonight I can write the saddest lines.To think that I do not have her.To feel that I have lost her.To hear the immense night, still more immense without her. And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.What does it matter that my love could not keep her?The night is shattered and she is not with me. This is all. In the distance, someone is singing. In the distance, my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. My sight searches for her as though to go to her.My heart looks for her, and she is not with me. The same night whitening the same trees.We of that time are no longer the same. I no longer love her, that's certain. But how I loved her.My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing. Another's.She will be another's .Like my kisses before. Her voice. Her bright body.Her infiniter eyes. I no longer love her, that's certain.But maybe I love her.Love is so short.Forgetting so long. Because through nights like this I held her in my arms, my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. Though this be the last pain she makes me suffer,and these,the last verses I write for her. Quote Link to comment
icemanjl33 Posted May 22, 2003 Share Posted May 22, 2003 nice to see madaming fans si pablo neruda dito. here is another one, excerpt lang ng "If you forget 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 mefor I shall already have forgotten you.If you think at long and mad the wind banners that passes through my lifeand you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots,remember than on that day, at that hour I shall lift my armsand 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 in will be in your arms without leaving mine. Quote Link to comment
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