What Poetry Moved You?

[Guest freyja]

Oh, when I was in love with you

by A. E. Housman

 

 

OH, when I was in love with you,

Then I was clean and brave,

And miles around the wonder grew

How well did I behave.

 

And now the fancy passes by,

And nothing will remain,

And miles around they ’ll say that I

Am quite myself again.

[Mobius Stripper]

Butterfly Kisses

Bob Carlisle

 

There's two things I know for sure

She was sent here from Heaven

And she's daddy's little girl

As I drop to my knees by her bed at night

She talks to Jesus and I close my eyes

And I thank God for all of the joy in my life

Oh but most of all

 

For butterlfy kisses after bedtime prayer

Stickin little white flowers all up in her hair

Walk beside the pony dady

It's my first ride

I know the cake looks funny daddy

But I sure tried

Oh with all that I've done wrong

I must have done something right

To deseve a hug every mornin

And butterfly kisses at night

 

Sweet 16 today

She's lookin like her mama

A little more every day

One part woman

The other part girl

To perfume and make up

From ribbons and curls

Trying her wongs out in a great big world

But I remember

 

Butterlfy kisses after bedtime prayer

Stickin little white flowers all up in her hair

You know how much I love you dady

But if you don't mind

I'm only gonna kiss you on the check this time

Oh with all that I've done wrong

I must have done something right

To deserve her love every mornin

And butterfly kisses at night

 

All the precious time

Like the wind the years go by

Precious Butterfly

Spread your wings and fly

 

She'll change her name today

She'll make a promise and I'll give her away

Standing in the bride room just starin at her

She asked me what I'm thinkin

And I said I'm not sure

I just feel like I'm losin my baby girl

And she leaned over

 

And gave me butterfly kisses with her mama there

Stickin little white flowers all up in her hair

Walk me down the aisle daddy

It's just about time

Does my wedding gown look pretty daddy?

Daddies don't cry

Oh with all that I've done wrong

I must have done something right

To deserve her love every mornin and butterfly kisses

I couldn't ask God for more than this is what love is

I know I've got to let her go but I'll always remember

Every hug in the mornin and butterly kisses

[melancholic]

Veiled

 

Let me write the cries of my heart

Under this once clear sky reigned by the Star

Her light shies away as darkness tears me apart

May a drop of Moon's tears turn my wound to scar

 

I prayed unto the Wind of whose touch I am numb

But my shouts were heard only by the void around

The ground I walk on, dried tears turned to crumb

The answers I hear is silence's eery sound

 

A question hidden deep and hopeless quest for answers

I shall live in this dream, pleading for night to stay

This night my heart cries shedding tears in letters

Unheard yet immortalized by every pencil sway

 

The Star may have hidden but my eyes still see

The clouds moving together, or perhaps moving farther

Wherever they go, the light of the Star far above me

Shall be kept within my heart in this endless night - forever

 

-Melancholic

[naked_angel]

under the oak

d.h. lawrence

 

You, if you were sensible,

When I tell you the stars flash signals, each one dreadful,

You would not turn and answer me

“The night is wonderful.”

 

Even you, if you knew

How this darkness soaks me through and through, and infuses

Unholy fear in my vapour, you would pause to distinguish

What hurts, from what amuses.

 

For I tell you

Beneath this powerful tree, my whole soul’s fluid

Oozes away from me as a sacrifice steam

At the knife of a Druid.

 

Again I tell you, I bleed, I am bound with withies,

My life runs out.

I tell you my blood runs out on the floor of this oak,

Gout upon gout.

 

Above me springs the blood-born mistletoe

In the shady smoke.

But who are you, twittering to and fro

Beneath the oak?

 

What thing better are you, what worse?

What have you to do with the mysteries

Of this ancient place, of my ancient curse?

What place have you in my histories?

[Mobius Stripper]

In the corner

Of my eye

I saw you at Rudy's

You were very high

You were high

It was a cryin' disgrace

They saw your face

 

On the counter

By your keys

Was a book of numbers

And your remedies

One of these

Surely will screen out the sorrow

But where are you tomorrow?

 

I can't cry anymore

While you run around

Break away

Just when it

Seems so clear

That it's

Over now

Drink your big black cow

And get out of here

 

Down to Greene street

There you go

Lookin' so outrageous

And they tell you so

You should know

How all the pros play the game

You change your name

 

Like a gangster

On the run

You will stagger homeward

To your precious one

I'm the one

Who must make everything right

Talk it out till daylight

 

I dont care anymore

Why you run around

Break away

Just when it

Seems so clear

That it's

Over now

Drink your big black cow

And get out of here

[naked_angel]

there is only one story

erica jong

 

there is only one story:

he loved her,

then stopped loving her,

while she did not

stop loving him.

 

there is only one story:

she loved him,

then stopped loving him,

while he did not

stop loving her.

 

the truth is simple:

you do not die

from love.

 

you only wish

you did

[Raoul]

Another Monday, Two Months Later

Rod McKuen

 

Now I have the time

to take you riding

in the car

to lie with you in private deserts

or eat with you

in public restaurants.

 

Now I have the time

for football all fall long

and to apologize

for little lies and big lies

told when there was no time

to explain the truth.

 

I am finished

with whatever tasks

kept me from walking

in the woods with you

or leaping in the Zanford sand.

 

I have so much time

that I can build for you

sand castles out of mortar.

 

Now I have the time

to see bad movies

and read bad books

aloud to you.

I can now waste time

on you and on myself.

 

Mid-week picnics.

Minding my temper in traffic.

Washing your back

and cleaning out my closets.

Staying in bed with you

long past the rush hour

and the pangs of hunger.

And listening

to the story of your life

in deadly detail

whatever time it takes

I have that time.

 

I've always wanted

to watch flowers open

all the way,

however long the process took.

 

I'd hoped that I might

take you traveling

down the block

or to wherever,

now I have the time.

 

Now I have the time

to be bored

to be delivered

to be patient

to be understanding,

to give you

all the time you need.

 

Now I have the time.

Where are you?

[sha79]

 

The force of love when it hits you

could render you unconscious

and what then of greater love

it is most imminent death

gravity lets you go

and you are no longer the raindrop

but the ocean itself

sounds drift away and blend with seagulls

there is nothing but for THAT.

THAT is all there is.

 

i have bled my heart of color and offered

you each artery, pallid and trembling with life

i have carved cells from my spleen

I have baptized the mangos with my tears of devotion

and fed them to you like fire

i have felt you breathe into me

om Shiva, i will exhale your glance.

 

i have seen you ferocious and staggering like

a pack of rabid wolves consumed by nothingness

i have seen you birth universes by your will

and take last breaths to the edge of paradise

i have seen the sun seduced by your glory

and the moon reduced to tears by your fury

i have seen you weep with all the strength of oceans

i have seen you shriek like the force of will itself

my terror, my beauty, my all, my self

i have torn it all apart at the seams

what do i have left to give you?

 

-Kalliope Amorphous

Edited October 9, 2007 by sha79

[nuggetable]

there is only one story

erica jong

 

there is only one story:

he loved her,

then stopped loving her,

while she did not

stop loving him.

 

there is only one story:

she loved him,

then stopped loving him,

while he did not

stop loving her.

 

the truth is simple:

you do not die

from love.

 

you only wish

you did

 

First time I've come across this; WOW, nailed it !!! beautiful, tragic, heart rending and gloriously simple..........

[DonImus]

Someone sent me this...The Teak Forest ...

[Guest Yavanna]

Make Poverty History

by Adrian Wait

 

 

Make Poverty History

 

Poverty, a word, A cause

A journey with no applause

 

Poverty

So many speak, too few listen

Pound in the tin, Conscience in pocket

 

Poverty

A cudgel taken up on my behalf

They take my voice, Ignore my words

 

Poverty

Level the scales balance the need

Enough for everyone No time for greed

 

Poverty

The latest dance, do you hear the rhythm?

Do you know the rhyme?

 

Poverty

Words that explode, none of them are mine

Poverty to History, Injustice will not confine

 

Poverty

Make poverty History’ sounds so divine

If it sooths your conscience, fine

 

Poverty

I should be grateful shouldn’t I?

Not raise questions, but learn to die

 

Poverty

Sweet charity, Blind Indifference

Do you know me, Can you see me

Will you hear me

Poverty.

[iwalkalone]

Renouncement

Alice Meynell

 

I MUST not think of thee; and, tired yet strong,

I shun the love that lurks in all delight—

The love of thee—and in the blue heaven's height,

And in the dearest passage of a song.

Oh, just beyond the sweetest thoughts that throng

This breast, the thought of thee waits hidden yet bright;

But it must never, never come in sight;

I must stop short of thee the whole day long.

But when sleep comes to close each difficult day,

When night gives pause to the long watch I keep,

And all my bonds I needs must loose apart,

Must doff my will as raiment laid away,—

With the first dream that comes with the first sleep

I run, I run, I am gather'd to thy heart.

[poppinfresh2k5]

Invictus

William Ernest Henley. 1849–1903

 

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.

[coffee_junkie]

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

By Pablo Neruda

 

 

Write, for example, "The night is starry

and the stars are blue and 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 starry 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 tries to find her as though to bring her closer.

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. As she was before my kisses.

Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

 

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

 

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms

my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

 

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer

and these the last verses that I write for her.

[popkern]

Someday

 

 

Love me

Hurt me

You say you love me

Yet you abuse me

How long must I endure the suffering

How long will the pain last

How long I wonder

From the bottom of my heart I truly do

Someday I'll leave

Someday I'll just go

On a boat

A jet or plane

Or maybe train

I'll be gone

For good

Forever

Such wonderful peace

That will be

But that is someday

That is not today

Again I'll take the pain

Mentally

Physically

And everything in btween

I'll take it all for you

Let go of your pain

And frustration

I am a shoulder to cry upon

I am a soul to warm your heart

I am a body to beat

For your agressions to let loose

Its ok

You hurt me

Everyday

But i'll live on

Life goes on

It doesnt matter about me

Everyone else matters

So I need to help them

Make them happy

One day I'll be free

I'll go away

Far, far away

To a beach maybe

Or a house in the country

Such a lovely dream

But soon I must wake

Again to go into my dismal world

One I wish to brighten

So I try and try everyday

Im not sure if im getting anywhere

But someday I will

Someday it'll happen

Someday I'll go

Someday my work shall be finished

Someday

Someday

Its always someday..

But someday it wont be someday

It will be today

But till then..

Someday it shall remain to be

 

-Janelle Morehart-