Pinoymale Posted May 8, 2008 Share Posted May 8, 2008 The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that the passing thereHad worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally layIn leaves no step had trodden black.Oh, I kept the first for another day!Yet knowing how way leads on to way,I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sighSomewhere ages and ages hence:Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --I took the one less traveled by,And that has made all the difference. --Robert Frost-- Quote Link to comment
Guest Gelli® Posted May 9, 2008 Share Posted May 9, 2008 (edited) The Invitation~ Oriah Mountain Dreamer~ It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love for your dream for the adventure of being alive.It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon... I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.I want to know if you can sit with pain mine or your own without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.I want to know if you can be with joy mine or your own if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful to be realistic to remember the limitations of being human.It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.I want to know if you can live with failure yours and mine and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, Yes.”It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments. Edited May 9, 2008 by Gelli® Quote Link to comment
oropesa Posted May 9, 2008 Share Posted May 9, 2008 In the DesertIn the desertI saw a creature, naked, bestial,Who, squatting upon the ground,Held his heart in his hands,And ate of it.I said: "Is it good, friend?""It is bitter--bitter," he answered;"But I like itBecause it is bitter,And because it is my heart." --Stephen Crane Quote Link to comment
lemon Posted May 17, 2008 Share Posted May 17, 2008 come slowly, eden! lips unused to thee, bashful, sip thy jasmines, as the fainting bee, reaching late his flower,round her chamber hums, counts his nectars—enters, and is lot in balms! i suppose emily dickinson was one horny lady back then. Quote Link to comment
Guest Gelli® Posted May 17, 2008 Share Posted May 17, 2008 If You Forget Me - Madonna I want you to know one thingYou know how this is If I look at the crystal moonAt the red branch of the slow autumn at my windowIf I touch near the fire the impalpable ash Or the wrinkled body of the logEverything carries me to youAs if everything that exists - aromas, light, metalsWere little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me Well, nowIf little by little you stop loving meI shall stop loving youLittle by littleIf suddenly you forget meDo not look for meFor I shall already have forgotten you If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my lifeAnd you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have rootsRememberThat 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 meWith implacable sweetnessIf each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek meAhh my love, ahh my own, in me all that fire is repeatedIn me nothing is extinguished or forgottenMy love feeds on your love, belovedAnd as long as you live, it will be in your arms without leaving mine Quote Link to comment
lemon Posted May 17, 2008 Share Posted May 17, 2008 actually, that poem is pablo neruda's, recited by madonna in the soundtrack of the movie il postino (the postman)... and here's one more from the master. i crave your mouth, your voice, your hair don't go far off, not even for a day don't go far off, not even for a day, because... because... i don't know how to say it: a day is long and i will be waiting for you, as in an empty station when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep. don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart. oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach; may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance. don't leave me for a second, my dearest, because in that moment you'll have gone so far i'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking, will you come back? will you leave me here, dying? pablo neruda Quote Link to comment
Guest Gelli® Posted May 17, 2008 Share Posted May 17, 2008 actually, that poem is pablo neruda's, recited by madonna in the soundtrack of the movie il postino (the postman)... and here's one more from the master. salamat for letting me know. i was listening to her CD the other day and i loved it. :cool: Man & Woman -by Victor Hugo- Man is the most elevated of creatures, Woman the most sublime of ideals. God made for man a throne; for woman an altar. The throne exalts, the altar sanctifies. Man is the brain, Woman, the heart. The brain creates light, the heart, love. Light engenders, love resurrects. Because of reason Man is strong. Because of tears Woman is invincible. Reason is convincing, tears, moving. Man is capable of all heroism, Woman of all martyrdom. Heroism ennobles, martyrdom sublimates. Man has supremacy, Woman, preference. Supremacy is strength, preference is the right. Man is a genius, Woman, an angel. Genius is immeasurable, the angel indefinable. The aspiration of man is supreme glory, The aspiration of woman is extreme virtue. Glory creates all that is great; virtue, all that is divine. Man is a code, Woman a gospel. A code corrects; the gospel perfects. Man thinks, Woman dreams. To think is to have a worm in the brain, to dream is to have a halo on the brow. Man is an ocean, Woman a lake. The ocean has the adorning pearl, the lake, dazzling poetry. Man is the flying eagle, Woman, the singing nightingale. To fly is to conquer space. To sing is to conquer the soul. Man is a temple, Woman a shrine. Before the temple we discover ourselves, before the shrine we kneel. In short, man is found where earth finishes, woman where heaven begins. Quote Link to comment
Kakita Yoshi Posted May 20, 2008 Share Posted May 20, 2008 Weep said the sun,stare at oblivion,enjoy the pleasant darkness ever after,that never again to enjoy,light, laughter, and joy,weep at the sun. Quote Link to comment
JHP Posted May 21, 2008 Share Posted May 21, 2008 Dreams are rosy images on waterand fragile soap bubbles. You touch them with realityand the bubbles break apartinto a thousand pieces of nothing. And you stir the waterwith circumstanceand the images waverand dissolve. There's just reality.There's only circumstance. - Mine, written at age 16, thinking about my father on the night of his birthday Quote Link to comment
mwah Posted May 27, 2008 Share Posted May 27, 2008 Ito ay isang pagsalin ng Desiderata ni Max Ehrmann sa wikang Pilipino. MINIMITHIPagsalin ni Pete Lacaba Lumakad nang mahinahonSa gitna ng ingay at pagkukumahog, at alalahaninAng kapayapaang maaaring makuha sa katahimikan. Walang isinusuko hanggat maaari,Pakitunguhan nang mabuti ang lahat ng tao. Sabihin ang iyong katotohanan nang tahimik at malinaw;At makinig sa iba, kahit sa nakayayamot at mangmang;Sila man ay may kasaysayan. Iwasan ang mga taong mabunganga at palaaway,Sila'y ikinaiinis ng kalooban. Kung ihahambing mo ang sarili sa iba,Baka yumabang ka o maghinanakit; sapagkat lagingMay lilitaw na mas mahusay o mas mahina sa iyo. Ikalugod ang iyong mga tagumpay at saka mga balak. Manatiling interesado sa iyong hanapbuhay,Gaano man kaaba; ito'y tunay na ari-arianSa pabago-bagong kapalaran ng panahon. Maging maingat sa iyong negosyo;Sapagkat ang daigdig ay puno ng panlilinlang.Subalit huwag maging bulag sa kabutihang makikita.Maraming nagsisikap na makamit ang mga adhikain; at sa lahat ng dako,Ang buhay ay puno ng kabayanihan. Maging tapat sa sarili. Higit sa lahat, huwag magkunwari.Huwag ding libakin ang pag-ibig:Sapagkat sa harap ng lahat ng kahungkagan at kawalang-pag- asa,Ito'y lagi't laging sumisibol, tulad ng damo. Tanggapin nang mabuti ang mga payo ng katandaan,Buong-giliw na isuko ang mga bagay-bagay ng kabataan. Pag-ibayuhin ang lakas ng loob,Ito'y pananggalang laban sa biglaang kasawian.Subalit huwag ikaligalig ang mga haka-haka. Maraming pangamba ang likha ng pagod at pangungulila. Bagamat kailangan ang sapat na disiplina,Maging magiliw sa sarili. Ikaw ay supling ng sanlibutan.Katulad ng bituin,May liwanag kang taglay.At anupaman ang iyong gawin,Itong sanlibutan ay naritoSa paligid mo. Kung gayon, pakisamahan ang Panginoon,Anuman ang pananaw mo sa kanya.At anuman ang iyong pinagkakaabalahan at minimithi,Sa maingay na kalituhan ng buhay,Pakisamahan ang iyong kaluluwa. Sa kabila ng lahat ng pagkukunwari, kabagutan, atgumuhong pangarap,Maganda pa rin ang daigdig. Mag-ingat. Sikaping lumigaya. Quote Link to comment
moichi Posted May 29, 2008 Share Posted May 29, 2008 Without dreams of hope and pride a man will dieThough his flesh still moves his heart sleeps in the graveWithout land man never dreams cause he's not freeAll men need a place to live with dignity Take the crumbs from starving soldiers, they won't dieLord said not by bread alone does man surviveTake the food from hungry children, they won't cryFood alone won't ease teh hunger in their eyes Every child belongs to mankind's familyChildren are the fruit of all humanityLet them feel the love of all the human raceTouch them with the warmth, the strength of that embrace Give me love and understanding, I will thriveAs my children grow my dreams come aliveThose who hear the cries of children, God will blessI will always hear the Children of Sanchez Words and Music by Chuck Mangione Quote Link to comment
eternalchaos Posted June 1, 2008 Share Posted June 1, 2008 Pippa Passes - by Robert Browning here's a passage from it: "...The year's at the spring, And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearled; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn; God's in his Heaven - All's right with the world! " Quote Link to comment
lemon Posted June 2, 2008 Share Posted June 2, 2008 i find no peace, and yet i make no war:and fear, and hope: and burn, and i am ice:and fly above the sky, and fall to earth,and clutch at nothing, and embrace the world. one imprisons me, who neither frees nor jails me,nor keeps me to herself nor slips the noose:and love does not destroy me, and does not loose me,wishes me not to live, but does not remove my bar. i see without eyes, and have no tongue, but cry:and long to perish, yet i beg for aid:and hold myself in hate, and love another. i feed on sadness, laughing weep:death and life displease me equally... 134, il canzoniere, se è stato chiamato "voi non imparano mai..." Quote Link to comment
azayco Posted June 3, 2008 Share Posted June 3, 2008 For inspiration, I turn to Robert Frost. To curb my optimism, I read Emily Dickinson. Quote Link to comment
lemon Posted June 12, 2008 Share Posted June 12, 2008 morning (love sonnet XXVII) naked you are simple as one of your hands;smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round.you've moon-lines, apple pathwaysnaked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat. naked you are blue as a night in Cuba;you've vines and stars in your hair.naked you are spacious and yellowas summer in a golden church. naked you are tiny as one of your nails;curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is bornand you withdraw to the underground world. as if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores;your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves,and becomes a naked hand again. ahhh, neruda... no one can perk up an otherwise gloomy morning better than you! Quote Link to comment
clam_eater Posted June 14, 2008 Share Posted June 14, 2008 correction lang: "relay to me ye verse" dapatprose ay short stories, novels, works of fiction.verse tula Quote Link to comment
nyok Posted June 18, 2008 Share Posted June 18, 2008 and this is my happy ending by kevin staniec Quote Link to comment
oropesa Posted June 21, 2008 Share Posted June 21, 2008 When the Cat Stole the Milk Well there it is. There's nothing to do.The cat steals the milk and it's gone.Then the cat steals you, and you're foundDays later, with milk on your face. That implies that you become whoeverSteals. The trees steal a man,And an old birch become his wifeAnd they live together in the woods. Some of us have always wantedGod to steal us. Then our friendsWould call each other, and printPosters, and we would never be found. --Robert Bly-------------- so there's nothing to dobut wait for someoneto steal you. Quote Link to comment
azayco Posted June 24, 2008 Share Posted June 24, 2008 to a young childby Gerald Manley Hopkins Márgarét, áre you gr’evingOver Goldengrove unleaving?Leáves, like the things of man, youWith your fresh thoughts care for, can you?Áh! ás the heart grows olderIt will come to such sights colderBy and by, nor spare a sighThough worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;And yet you w’ll weep and know why.Now no matter, child, the name:Sórrow's spríngs áre the same.Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressedWhat heart heard of, ghost guessed:It is the blight man was born for,It is Margaret you mourn for. Quote Link to comment
lemon Posted July 5, 2008 Share Posted July 5, 2008 the awakening in the early dawn of happinessyou gave me three kissesso that i would wake upto this moment of love i tried to remember in my heartwhat I’d dreamt aboutduring the nightbefore i became awareof this movingof life i found my dreamsbut the moon took me awayit lifted me up to the firmamentand suspended me therei saw how my heart had fallenon your pathsinging a song between my love and my heartthings were happening whichslowly slowlymade me recall everything you amuse me with your touchalthough i can’t see your hands.you have kissed me with tendernessalthough I haven’t seen your lipsyou are hidden from me. but it is you who keeps me alive perhaps the time will comewhen you will tire of kissesi shall be happyeven for insults from youi only ask that youkeep some attention on me. today's daily dose of rumi Quote Link to comment
lemon Posted July 6, 2008 Share Posted July 6, 2008 life & death look at lovehow it tangleswith the one fallen in love look at spirithow it fuses with earthgiving it new life why are you so busywith this or that or good or badpay attention to how things blend why talk about allthe known and the unknownsee how the unknown merges into the known why think seperatelyof this life and the nextwhen one is born from the last look at your heart and tongueone feels but deaf and dumbthe other speaks in words and signs look at water and fireearth and windenemies and friends all at once the wolf and the lambthe lion and the deerfar away yet together look at the unity of thisspring and wintermanifested in the equinox you too must mingle my friendssince the earth and the skyare mingled just for you and me be like sugarcanesweet yet silentdon't get mixed up with bitter words my beloved growsright out of my own hearthow much more union can there be yan para sa 'yo... di yan ksp si rumi. the poor man's wife died when he wrote that. peace, sheila! Quote Link to comment
baratobama Posted July 7, 2008 Share Posted July 7, 2008 Invictus by William Ernest Henley Out of 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, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade,And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find me, unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll,I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. ooo000ooo Nothing like a classic to get you going. Quote Link to comment
naked_angel Posted July 21, 2008 Share Posted July 21, 2008 TAGUBILIN AT HABILINNi Jose F. Lacaba Mabuhay ka, kaibigan!Mabuhay ka!Iyan ang una't huli kongTagubilin at habilin:Mabuhay ka! Sa edad kong ito, marami akong maibibigay na payo.Mayaman ako sa payo. Maghugas ka ng kamay bago kumain.Maghugas ka ng kamay pagkatapos kumain.Pero huwag kang maghuhugas ng kamay para lang makaiwas sa sisi.Huwag kang maghuhugas ng kamay kung may inaapiNa kaya mong tulungan. Paupuin sa bus ang matatanda at ang mga may kalong na sanggol.Magpasalamat sa nagmamagandang-loob.Matuto sa karanasan ng matatandaPero huwag magpatali sa kaisipang makaluma. Huwag piliting matulog kung ayaw kang dalawin ng antok.Huwag pag-aksayahan ng panahon ang walang utang na loob.Huwag makipagtalo sa bobo at baka ka mapagkamalang bobo.Huwag bubulong-bulong sa mga panahong kailangang sumigaw. Huwag kang manalig sa bulung-bulungan.Huwag kang papatay-patay sa ilalim ng pabitin.Huwag kang tutulog-tulog sa pansitan. Umawit ka kung nag-iisa sa banyo.Umawit ka sa piling ng barkada.Umawit ka kung nalulungkot.Umawit ka kung masaya. Ingat lang. Huwag kang aawit ng “My Way” sa videoke bar at baka ka mabaril.Huwag kang magsindi ng sigarilyo sa gasolinahan.Dahan-dahan sa matatarik na landas.Dahan-dahan sa malulubak na daan. Higit sa lahat, inuulit ko: Mabuhay ka, kaibigan!Mabuhay ka!Iyan ang una't huli kongTagubilin at habilin:Mabuhay ka! Maraming bagay sa mundo na nakakadismaya.Mabuhay ka.Maraming problema ang mundo na wala na yatang lunas.Mabuhay ka. Sa hirap ng panahon, sa harap ng kabiguan,Kung minsan ay gusto mo nang mamatay.Gusto mong maglaslas ng pulso kung sawi sa pag-ibig.Gusto mong uminom ng lason kung wala nang makain.Gusto mong magbigti kung napakabigat ng mga pasanin.Gusto mong pasabugin ang bungo mo kung maraming gumugulo sa utak. Huwag kang patatalo. Huwag kang susuko. Narinig mo ang sinasabi ng awitin:“Gising at magbangon sa pagkagupiling,Sa pagkakatulog na lubhang mahimbing.”Gumising ka kung hinaharana ka ng pag-ibig.Bumangon ka kung nananawagan ang kapuspalad. Ang sabi ng iba: “Ang matapang ay walang-takot lumaban.”Ang sabi ko naman: Ang tunay na matapang ay lumalabanKahit natatakot. Lumaban ka kung inginungodngod ang nguso mo sa putik.Bumalikwas ka kung tinatapak-tapakan ka.Buong-tapang mong ipaglaban ang iyong mga prinsipyoKahit hindi ka sigurado na agad-agad kang mananalo. Mabuhay ka, kaibigan!Mabuhay ka!Iyan ang una't huli kongTagubilin at habilin:Mabuhay ka! Quote Link to comment
lemon Posted July 25, 2008 Share Posted July 25, 2008 if you were coming in the fall,i’d brush the summer bywith half a smile and half a spurn,as housewives do a fly. if i could see you in a year,i’d wind the months in balls,and put them each in separate drawers,until their time befalls. if only centuries delayed,i’d count them on my hand,subtracting till my fingers droppedinto van diemen’s land. if certain, when this life was out,that yours and mine should be,i’d toss it yonder like a rind,and taste eternity. but now, all ignorant of the length of time’s uncertain wing,it goads me, like the goblin bee,that will not state its sting. emily dickinson always explains a woman... or is it a man? Quote Link to comment
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