revi Posted November 1, 2005 Share Posted November 1, 2005 The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe: Just some lines: Once upon a midnight dreary while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore ---While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamer door ---"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door --- Only this and nothing more." .. But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke onlyThat one word,* as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.Nothing farther he uttered -- not a feather he fluttered --Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before --On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before." The the bird said, "Nevermore." *This word is Nevermore Quote Link to comment
floatingchords Posted November 1, 2005 Share Posted November 1, 2005 :cool: this one.... the previously posted Tonight I can write the saddest lines by Pablo Neruda Quote Link to comment
alex_the_great Posted November 1, 2005 Share Posted November 1, 2005 POETRY-PABLO NERUDA And it was at that age...Poetry arrivedin search of me. I don't know, I don't know whereit came from, from winter or a river.I don't know how or when,no, they were not voices, they were notwords, nor silence,but from a street I was summoned,from the branches of night,abruptly from the others,among violent firesor returning alone,there I was without a faceand it touched me. I did not know what to say, my mouthhad no waywith namesmy eyes were blind,and something started in my soul,fever or forgotten wings,and I made my own way,decipheringthat fireand I wrote the first faint line,faint, without substance, purenonsense,pure wisdomof someone who knows nothing,and suddenly I sawthe heavensunfastenedand open,planets,palpitating planations,shadow perforated,riddledwith arrows, fire and flowers,the winding night, the universe. And I, infinitesmal being,drunk with the great starryvoid,likeness, image ofmystery,I felt myself a pure partof the abyss,I wheeled with the stars,my heart broke free on the open sky. Quote Link to comment
charlize Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 pablo neruda's poetry is pure music... there seems to be an orchestra playing in the background when you read his poems Quote Link to comment
Apollo Posted November 26, 2005 Share Posted November 26, 2005 LIVING GRAVESby George Bernard Shaw We are the living graves of murdered beastsSlaughtered to satisfy our appetitesWe never pause to wonder at our feastsIf animals, like men, can possiblyhave rightsWe pray on Sundays that we may have lightTo guide our footsteps on the path wetreadWe're sick of war We do not want tofightThe thought of it now fills our hearts with dreadAnd yet we gorge ourselves upon the deadLike carrion crows we live and feed on meatRegardless of the suffering and painWe cause by doing so. If thus we treatDefenseless animals for sport or gainHow can we hope in this world to attainthe PEACE we say we are so anxious forWe pray for it o'er hecatombs of slainTo God, while outraging the moral lawThus cruelty begets its offspring: war.George Bernard Shaw Quote Link to comment
peacemaker8 Posted November 30, 2005 Share Posted November 30, 2005 this poem is meant to make you smile/laugh but all that it says is true, specially when we gorw old: "I used to be embarrased to make the thing behave, For every single morning it would stand and watch me shave. But now I'm growing older and it sure gives me the blues, To have the thing hang sadly down and watch me shine my shoes." Quote Link to comment
Apollo Posted November 30, 2005 Share Posted November 30, 2005 LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY~ Percy Bysshe Shelley "The fountains mingle with the riverAnd the rivers with the Ocean.The winds of Heaven mix for everWith a sweet emotion;Nothing in the world is single;All things by a law divineIn one spirit meet and mingle,Why not I with thine?- See the mountains kiss high HeavenAnd the waves clasp one another;No sister-flower would be forgivenIf it disdained its brother;And the sunlight clasps the earthAnd the moonbeams kiss the sea;What is all this sweet work worthIf thou kiss not me?" Quote Link to comment
Apollo Posted December 3, 2005 Share Posted December 3, 2005 Another verse from my most favorite bard & my most favorite play! I hope you feel the intense love respect in this moment as much as I do...@}@}~~~~ ROME & JULIET, excerpt III/V~ William Shakespeare "Juliet: Then, window, let day in, and let life out. Romeo: Farewell, farewell! One kiss, and I'll descend. (He goes down.) Juliet: Art thou gone so, love-lord, ay husband-friend? I must hear from thee ever day in the hour, for in a minute there are many days. O, by this count I shall be much in years ere I again behold my Romeo! Romeo: Farewell! I will omit no opportunity that may convey my greetings, love, to thee. Juliet: O, think'st thou we shall ever meet again? Romeo: I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve for sweet discourses in our times to come." Quote Link to comment
Hottie_Babe Posted January 2, 2006 Share Posted January 2, 2006 Takln from the poem LIFE of Samuel Taylor Coleridge May this (I cried) my course through Life portray!New scenes of Wisdom may each step display,And Knowledge open as my days advance!Till what time Death shall pour the undarken'd ray,My eye shall dart thro' infinite expanse,And thought suspended lie in Rapture's blissful trance. Pareho kaming pasaway ni Coleridge so relate ako sa kaniya. Hehehe Quote Link to comment
Karma Policeman Posted January 24, 2006 Share Posted January 24, 2006 SubterraneanEric Gamalinda Let me be the first to saythat I know the name for everythingand if I don't I'll make it up:dukkha, naufragio, talinghaga.Just like the youngwhose hearts give no shame,I love the excesses of beauty,there is never enough sunlightin the world I will live in,never enough room for love. I fear none of us will last long enoughto prove what I've always suspected,that the sky is a membranein an angel's skull,trees talk to each other at night,ice is water in a state of silence,the embryo listens to everything we say. I am afraid for the child skipping ropeon the corner of my street,the girl on the train with flowers in her hair,the man whose memory is entirelyin Spanish. I am more afraid of losing consciousnesswhen I go to sleep, and that in my sleepI will grow old and forget how desireonce drove me mad with wakefulness. Just like the perfect seasons they will dieand I will dieand you will die also;no one knows who will go first,and this is the sourceof all my grief. Lyrics From a Dead LanguageEric Gamalinda This one’s for the rose of Asia gliding down the avenidas:that she may be young forever, and in her blood holdsuzerains and kings, be witness to the passageof prophets, great upheavals and religions. I give her my treasons and typhoons. This one’s for all the thorns in the estero de la reinaand all the women combing its banks for seeds and pearlsand for the rainbows they keep on their fingertips. Let all the warheads in the Pacificbe quiet for once. Christ, let no one move. I, too, believe in heaven.Not strong enough to disbelieve,I decree myself redeemed. **** I saw him in China,reeling from eclipses and revolutions,I saw him in Europe, sipping teawith heads of state. I don’t believe in salvation,I believe only in the steel flash that shoots through my ribseach time I walk home; and always there is someone in Burkina Fasowho cannot sleep,and the sun breaks over Manhattan, and the flowers pop, pink and chalcedony,in Japan, where they countthe fortunes and ravages of spring. **** Twilight is an unbearable hour,vapor and umber collude and in its sticky light strange creaturesbreed and spawn: and the air is filled with their industrious music.And so much of this I can give only as seasons and vicissitudes!Always I am given to some secret contraband hope howling among the shipwrecked,and you are there, lost at sea, listening to the empty surf.And so much of this is real. **** Magpatalim ka naNg pangil,Ginoong Anino! Lumalapot na namanang liwanag ng buwan at bumubukadang mga uyaying madidilim: Ganito na lang ba ang buhay: sa isang café,sa kanto ng x at x lumitaw ang mahalayna anghel, at muli, bilango kang rosas, ng alat,at ng matamlay na halik. Ito poang inyong lingkod,____________________{Ilagay ang lagda dito} Sumusunod ka langsa lukso ng pulso mo, Ginoong Bampira,Ginoong Tikbalang. All the Christs of the revolutionwill burn tonight,and when they do this will be my permanent address:in one corner of the wind,holding the world’s last rose. Todos los Cristos de la revolucion!And through the smoke, stumbling past the avenidas de amorI want to lead you, swift as logic,into the canyons of the moon. Sweet music. And as we slither into the darknessI will fill your mouth with hunger and lyrics. This is no love song;let the arrow that wounds yoube the music you remember. Afterlives of the SaintsEric Gamalinda ]Suppose the laws of warfare were based on miracles,and they chained and locked the bodies of saintsso the Etruscans could not use them. Suppose the best weapons did not function from beliefbut custody, and those who possessed themhad, like Saint Francis, the potential of stigmata, the gift of tongues. For even he was a self-promoter,boasting to birds of the ever-after in whichhe was talisman and trophy. And suppose a fair maiden would become the wrath of salvation, her bodyperfectly embalmed, but when they opened her graveher marvelous longevity gave way. The fact is that Saint Clare embodies what has become of Assisi,where tourists, inevitable as earthquakes, lay siegeand maculate the fortifications of pietra serena. Not too long ago her body lay on a bed of violets,themselves impervious to decay. Then airand moisture, the bustle of human ordinariness, intervened, and all that is left is a life-like replicain which bone fragments quietly work their wonders.Faith has a way of distorting the senses, making the world more intricate than it already is, moremirabile dictu. Even now armies still ransackthe catacombs of the elect, and in chapels the healing happens insidiously, perfected by repetition.Because the most we ask for is that the saints be true:We are driving away from the scene of the crime; stealing a glimpse in the rearview mirror. Assisiis an undulation of opal-colored light, no more thana wavelength, a mirage. This is the way history and memory invade each other, like wars waged after visions.Look back once, see how the view melts into the crags,and how time fades like the frescoes of Cimabue. 3 poems from my favorite poet. A filipino who got published in the US \m/ Quote Link to comment
thirteen Posted January 25, 2006 Share Posted January 25, 2006 Sanayan Lang Ang Pagpatay(Para sa sektor nating pumapatay ng tao) Pagpatay ng tao? Sanayan lang 'yan pare.Parang sa butiki. Sa una siyempreIkaw'y nangingimi. Hindi mo masikmurangTiradurin o hampasing tulad ng ipis o lamokPagkat para bang lagi 'yang nakadapoSa noo ng santo sa altarAt tila may tinig na nagsasabingBawal bawal bawal 'yang pumatay.Subalit tulad lang ng maraming bagayAng pagpatay ay natututuhan din kung magtitiyagaKang makinig sa may higit na karanasan.Nakuha ko sa tiyuhin ko kung paanong balibagin ng tsinelasO pilantikin ng lampin ang nakatitig na butiki sa aming kisameAt kapag nalaglag na't nagkikikisay sa sahigAy agad ipitin nang hindi makapuslitHabang dahan-dahang tinitipon ang buong bigatSa isang paang nakatingkayad: sabay bagsak. Magandang pagsasanay ito sapagkatHindi mo nakikita, naririnig lamang na lumalangutngotAng buo't bungo ng lintik na butiking hindi na makahalutiktik.(kung sa bagay, kilabot din 'yan sa mga gamu-gamo.)Nang magtagal-tagal ay naging malikhain na rinAng aking mga kamay sa pagdukit ng mata,Pagbleyd ng paa, pagpisa ng itlog sa loob ng tiyanHanggang mamilipit 'yang parang nasa ibabaw ng baga.O kung panahon ng Pasko't maraming paputokMaingat kong sinusubuan 'yan ng rebentadorUpang sa pagsabog ay magpaalaman ang nguso at buntot.(Ang hindi ko lamang maintindihan ay kung bakitPatuloy pa rin 'yang nadaragdagan.) Kaya't ang pagpatay ay nakasasawa rin kung minsan.Mabuti na lamang at nakaluluwag ng loobAng pinto at bintanang kahit hindi mo sinasadyaAt may paraan ng pagpuksa ng buhay.Ganyang lang talaga ang pagpatay:Kung hindi ako ay iba naman ang babanat;Kung hindi ngayon ay sa iba namang oras.Subalit ang higit na nagbibigay sa akin ng lakas ng loobAy ang malalim nating pagsasamahan:Habang ako'y pumapatay, kayo nama'y nanonood. - Albert E. Alejo, SJ Quote Link to comment
juno Posted January 25, 2006 Share Posted January 25, 2006 But when the melancholy fit shall fallSudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,And hides the green hill in an April shroud;Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,Or on the wealth of globed peonies;Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows,Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave,And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes. From Ode on MelancholyBy John Keats Quote Link to comment
juno Posted January 25, 2006 Share Posted January 25, 2006 You will remember that leaping stream where sweet aromas rose and trembled, and sometimes a bird, wearing water and slowness, its winter feathers. You will remember those gifts from the earth: indelible scents, gold clay, weeds in the thicket and crazy roots, magical thorns like swords. You'll remember the bouquet you picked, shadows and silent water, bouquet like a foam-covered stone. That time was like never, and like always. So we go there, where nothing is waiting; we find everything waiting there. You will remember...by Pablo Neruda Quote Link to comment
shodandille Posted January 25, 2006 Share Posted January 25, 2006 i read this when my grandma died and it really made me break down and cry: Come To Me God saw you getting tiredAnd a cure was not to beSo He put His arms around youAnd whispered, "Come to me."With tearful eyes we watched you suffer and saw you fade awayAlthough we loved you dearlyWe could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beatingHard working hands at restGod broke our hearts to proveHe only takes the best. It's lonesome here without youWe miss you more each dayLife doesn't seem the sameSince you've gone away. When days are sad and lonelyAnd everything goes wrongWe seem to hear you whisper,"Cheer up and carry on." Each time we see your pictureYou seem to smile and say,"Don't cry, I'm in God's keeping,we'll meet again someday." Quote Link to comment
Guest lemon Posted February 23, 2006 Share Posted February 23, 2006 tu ne quaesieris, scire nefas, quem mihi, quem tibifinem di dederint, leuconoe, nec babyloniostemptaris numeros. ut melius, quicquid erit, pati,seu pluris hiemes seu tribuit iuppiter ultimam,quae nunc oppositis debilitat pumicibus maretyrrhenum: sapias, uina liques, et spatio breuispem longam reseces. dum loquimur, fugerit inuidaaetas: carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero. (don't ask (it's forbidden to know) what final fate the gods havegiven to me and you, leuconoe, and don't consult babylonianhoroscopes. how much better it is to accept whatever shall be,whether jupiter has given many more winters or whether this is thelast one, which now breaks the force of the tuscan sea against thefacing cliffs. be wise, strain the wine, and trim distant hope withinshort limits. while we're talking, grudging time will alreadyhave fled: seize the day, trusting as little as possible in tomorrow.) Quote Link to comment
err_gene22 Posted March 3, 2006 Share Posted March 3, 2006 This is the poem that moved me the most: Love isn't always forever and when it dies,A part of us will also painfully wither with it.If you keep on bitterly grieving over what could have been,Then you can never be better.For what you nurture in your heart is a disease that will slowly eat you up, And leave you hopelessly alone in the end.Remember, losing someone doesn't mean you have failed,It simply means he/she wasn't mean for you.You'll find someone better if you'd only open your heart. Quote Link to comment
Phrozhen.Khold Posted March 3, 2006 Share Posted March 3, 2006 Here's my share... The Tragedy On sleepless nightsMy fancy turns to thoughts of youFor never I have met someoneWho makes me feel the way you do... The sparkle in your eyesThat gleams would put to shame any bright starFor is there anything that can compareWith such ageless beauty whether near or far... Never have I felt this wayTowards someone unmindful of all the hurts and painsMisty-eyed I gazed on your eyesHoping you'd see a love restained... But my chance of being with youHas turned to waste and nothing'Cause now I've come to realizeFriends are all we could ever be... Quote Link to comment
jumborat Posted March 3, 2006 Share Posted March 3, 2006 This is a classic... one of my favorites... Remember when we was on ice skatesAnd I thought you was supposed to be greatBut I kept giving you lipAnd you kept trying to slipSo I'd catch youThat was our first date, And since then every day has been greatAnd no matter where you go, Atlantic City or in the snowYou don't gotta worry 'bout a thing'Cause as long as I've got this ringI'll always be there to catch you Quote Link to comment
Guest lemon Posted March 17, 2006 Share Posted March 17, 2006 if my life of bitter torment and of tearscould be derided more, and made more troubled,that i might see, by virtue of your later years,lady, the light quenched of your beautiful eyes, and the golden hair spun fine as silver,and the garland laid aside and the green clothes,and the delicate face fade, that makes mefearful and slow to go weeping: then love might grant me such confidencethat i’d reveal to you my sufferingsthe years lived through, and the days and hours: and if time is opposed to true desire,it does not mean no food would nourish my grief:i might draw some from slow sighs. twelveth, the canzoniere :hypocritesmiley: Quote Link to comment
tsunade Posted March 17, 2006 Share Posted March 17, 2006 Let me not to the marriage of true mindsAdmit impediments. Love is not loveWhich alters when it alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O no! it is an ever-fixed markThat looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to every wandering bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeksWithin his bending sickle's compass come:Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,But bears it out even to the edge of doom.If this be error and upon me proved,I never writ, nor no man ever loved. William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616) Quote Link to comment
bubblykikay Posted March 20, 2006 Share Posted March 20, 2006 If You Forget Me I want you to knowone 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. ~ Pablo Neruda ~ Quote Link to comment
Dr_PepPeR Posted March 26, 2006 Share Posted March 26, 2006 Shakespeare's Sonnets Rudyard Kipling's poems on war. Quote Link to comment
Lipstick Posted March 26, 2006 Share Posted March 26, 2006 I have dreamed of you so much that you are no longer real.Is there still time for me to reach your breathing body, to kiss your mouth and makeyour dear voice come alive again? I have dreamed of you so much that my arms, grown used to being crossed on my chest as I hugged your shadow, would perhaps not bend to the shape of your body.For faced with the real form of what has haunted me and governed me for so many days and years, I would surely become a shadow. O scales of feeling. I have dreamed of you so much that surely there is no more time for me to wake up. I sleep on my feet prey to all the forms of life and love, and you, the only one who counts for me today, I can no more touch your face and lips than touch the lips and face of some passerby. I have dreamed of you so much, have walked so much, talked so much, slept so much with your phantom, that perhaps the only thing left for me is to become a phantom among phantoms, a shadow a hundred times more shadow than the shadow that moves and goes on moving, brightly, over the sundial of your life. ~Robert Desnos~ x x x x x Long, long ago in the future, you loved me. Quote Link to comment
fallenangel8 Posted March 28, 2006 Share Posted March 28, 2006 There are nine million bicycles in BeijingThat's a factIt's a thing we can't denyLike the fact that I will love you till I die We are twelve billion light years from the edgeThat's a guessNo-one can ever say it's trueBut I know that I will always be with you I'm warmed by the fire of your love everydaySo don't call me a liarJust believe everything that I say There are 6 billion people in the worldMore or lessAnd it makes me feel quite smallBut you're the one I love the most of all We're high on the wireWith the world in our sightAnd I'll never tireOf the love that you give me every night There are nine million bicycles in BeijingThat's a factIt's a thing we can't denyLike the fact that I will love you till I die And there are nine million bicycles in BeijingAnd you know that I will love you till I die :thumbsupsmiley: :cool: :heart: Quote Link to comment
fallenangel8 Posted March 28, 2006 Share Posted March 28, 2006 Gonna blame it on the moon, Didn't want to fall in love again so soon. I was fine, feeling strong, Didn't want to fall in love with anyone. Now that it's gone too far to call for a halt, I'll blame it on the moon 'Cause it's not my fault; I didn't think that this would happen so soon So I'll blame it on the moon. I was happy to be free Didn't think I'd give myself so easily. Guilty feelings in the night As I wonder is it wrong to feel so right. Now that it's gone too far to call for a halt, I'll blame it on the moon 'Cause it's not my fault; I didn't think that this would happen so soon So I'll blame it on the moon. Now that it's gone too far to call for a halt, I'll blame it on the moon 'Cause it's not my fault; I didn't think that this would happen so soon So I'll blame it on the moon So I'll blame it on the moon :cool: :thumbsupsmiley: :hypocritesmiley: Quote Link to comment
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