bods1000 Posted July 19, 2004 Share Posted July 19, 2004 bods, andito ka rin pala! didn't know you were a rocker...and poet too!some of the best rock lyrics can pass off as poems by themselves. If sand waves were sound wavesWhat song would be in the air nowWhat stinging tuneCould split this endless noonAnd make the sky swell with rain. If war were a game that a man or a childCould think of winningWhat kind of ruleCan overthrow a foolAnd leave the land with no stain. - Suzanne Vega Song Of Sand Quote Link to comment
a_ngel Posted July 21, 2004 Share Posted July 21, 2004 Come to me through my dreams & than by day I shall be well again, So for the night will more than pay the hopeless longing of the day. Come as thow comes a thousand times a messenger in radiant climbs, and smile on thy new world and be as kind to others as to me. Or as thow never comes in soth,come now & let me dream a truth, Part my hair & Kiss my brow ,& say "My Love why Sufferth thow"? Come to me through my dreams,& by day I shall be well again So for the night will more than pay the hopeless longing of the day. William Shakesphere. Quote Link to comment
Magaling Posted July 22, 2004 Share Posted July 22, 2004 Something light for a change. MENTIROSABy Mellow Man Ace Check this out babyTenemos tremendo lioLast night you didn’t go A la casa de tu tio Resulta ser hey you were at a party Higher than the sky Emborrachada de Bacardi I bet you didn’t know que conocia al cantinero He told me you were drinking and wasting my dinerotalking about come and enjoy what a women gives an hombre(but first of all see, I have to know your nombre)But I really wanna ask ya que si es verdad and please por favor tell me la verdadcause I really need to know, yeah necesito entender if you're gonna be a player or be my mujercause right now you're just a liar, a straight mentirosa today u tell me something y manana otra cosa I remember the day que tu me decias Time and time again que tu me querias and at the time hey yo te creia porque no sabia that u were a relambia con Fulanito y Menganito, Joseito y Fernandito,Larry and Joey y then his brother Chico mucho que frentera that’s a straight skeezersi quieres un pedazito go her way coz she's a pleaserbut I tell ya straight up porque brother me di de cuanta that on Main Street her cuerpo estaba a la ventanow get some el que quiera get some cualquierahey yo she don’t care man she's a tremenda fierayeah you're hot to trying how to get what i gotpero ya que te conozco what I got i guess not coz you’re just a mentirosa con tu lengua venenosa today u tell me something, y manana es otra cosa Estaba en tu casa y ring there goes the phonerecogiste y dijiste (call me back, I’m not alone)el queria tu direccion, yeah just your address y antes que colgaste I heard u say (I'll wear a dress)alabao que descarada is what ran through my mindso I say lets go out tonight", she says (we go out all time)ella no sabia that yo I knew her plan,de que iba a salir with that other man so I told the girl in Spanish I said "Ya me voy." cause you ain't treating me like I’m some sucker toycause who needs u anyway con tu lengua venenosa today you tell me something y manana es otra cosa Just thought I'd share the lyrics of one of my favorite raps of all time. Peace!(Sana hindi OT- poetry din naman ang rap diba?) Quote Link to comment
DELISYUS Posted July 30, 2004 Share Posted July 30, 2004 (edited) not my own but.... they've touched me yet again...when you're troubled, lost, confused, angry, insecure, in despair.... AFTER A WHILEby Veronica Shofftstallafter a while, you learn the subtle differencebetween holding a hand and chaining a souland you learn that love doesn't mean leaningand company doesn't mean securityand you begin to learn that kisses aren't contractsand presents aren't promisesand you begin to accept your defeatswith your head up and your eyes openwith the grace of an adult not the grief of a childand you learn to build all your roads on todaybecause tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plansafter a whileyou learn that even sunshine burns if you get too muchso plant your own garden and decorate your own soulinstead of waiting for someone to bring you flowersand you learn that you really can endurethat you really are strongand you really do have worth and this naman... when you're already empowered and happy about who you are AFTER "AFTER A WHILE"After 'after a while' You want to hold a hand not to chain a soul but to enjoy its company, and you want someone's lips to kiss, not because you are lonely but because you are happy, and you want to give presents and you want to make promises. After 'after a while' You begin to accept your defeats like an adult, but like a child, will want someone to listen and care, and you want someone who will build roads with you today so maybe you can pave the way for your future together. After 'after a while' You want someone's sunshine and warmth, but also accept the rain and the cold, and you want to give flowers picked from your own garden. And when your garden is picture perfect, you want it to be more than a picture even if it means having to be imperfect because you want someone in it to stay and to live. Then you'll see that there is such a thing as love... and that you were made to live in someone else's garden... and you'll know that there is more to life than yourself. Edited July 30, 2004 by DELISYUS Quote Link to comment
Grimace Posted August 19, 2004 Share Posted August 19, 2004 hi..im a pablo neruda fan and we both love the ocean , i would love to share this to all of you ,its called ENIGMAS You've asked me what the lobster is weaving there with his golden feet?I reply, the ocean knows this.You say, what is the ascidia waiting for in its transparent bell? What is it waiting for?I tell you it is waiting for time, like you.You ask me whom the Macrocystis alga hugs in its arms?Study, study it, at a certain hour, in a certain sea I know.You question me about the wicked tusk of the narwhal, and I reply by describinghow the sea unicorn with the harpoon in it dies.You enquire about the kingfisher's feathers,which tremble in the pure springs of the southern tides?Or you've found in the cards a new question touching on the crystal architectureof the sea anemone, and you'll deal that to me now?You want to understand the electric nature of the ocean spines? The armored stalactite that breaks as it walks? The hook of the angler fish, the music stretched out in the deep places like a thread in the water? I want to tell you the ocean knows this, that life in its jewel boxes is endless as the sand, impossible to count, pure, and among the blood-colored grapes time has made the petal hard and shiny, made the jellyfish full of light and untied its knot, letting its musical threads fall from a horn of plenty made of infinite mother-of-pearl. I am nothing but the empty net which has gone on ahead of human eyes, dead in those darknesses, of fingers accustomed to the triangle, longitudes on the timid globe of an orange. I walked around as you do, investigating the endless star, and in my net, during the night, I woke up naked, the only thing caught, a fish trapped inside the wind. Quote Link to comment
Magaling Posted August 26, 2004 Share Posted August 26, 2004 Para kila broke, WyldChik, quickie, freakish, Nene, ladydredd, at Raintribe at sa mga kababaihang madalas mag-post sa Mailbox: Seventeen Warnings in Search of a Feminist Poemby Erica Jong 1. Beware of the man who denounces ambition; his fingers itch under his gloves. 2. Beware of the man who denounces war through clenched teeth. 3. Beware of the man who denounces women writers; his penis is tiny and cannot spell. 4. Beware of the man who wants to protect you; he will protect you from everything but himself. 5. Beware of the man who loves to cook; he will fill your kitchen with greasy pots. 6. Beware of the man who loves your soul; he is a bullshitter. 7. Beware of the man who denounces his mother; he is a son of a bitch. 8. Beware of the man who spells son of a bitch as one word; he is a hack. 9. Beware of the man who loves death too well; he is taking out insurance. 10. Beware of the man who loves life too well; he is a fool. 11. Beware of the man who denounces psychiatrists; he is afraid. 12. Beware of the man who trusts psychiatrists; he is in hock. 13. Beware of the man who picks your dresses; he wants to wear them. 14. Beware of the man you think is harmless; he will surprise you. 15. Beware of the man who cares for nothing but books; he will run like a trickle of ink. 16. Beware of the man who writers flowery love letters; he is preparing for years of silence. 17. Beware of the man who praises liberated women; he is planning to quit his job. Quote Link to comment
Magaling Posted August 26, 2004 Share Posted August 26, 2004 Para kila broke, WyldChik, quickie, freakish, Nene, ladydredd, at Raintribe at sa mga kababaihang madalas mag-post sa Mailbox: Para din kila misteriosa at lusciousmilk . . . Quote Link to comment
a_ngel Posted August 27, 2004 Share Posted August 27, 2004 Para kila broke, WyldChik, quickie, freakish, Nene, ladydredd, at Raintribe at sa mga kababaihang madalas mag-post sa Mailbox: Seventeen Warnings in Search of a Feminist Poemby Erica Jongnice! :cool: he he he tenchyu? Quote Link to comment
moonflower Posted August 29, 2004 Share Posted August 29, 2004 Para din kila misteriosa at lusciousmilk . . . thanks, friend. basahin ko nga. Quote Link to comment
Raintribe Posted September 9, 2004 Share Posted September 9, 2004 Para kila broke, WyldChik, quickie, freakish, Nene, ladydredd, at Raintribe at sa mga kababaihang madalas mag-post sa Mailbox: Seventeen Warnings in Search of a Feminist Poemby Erica Jongapplause..... Quote Link to comment
Magaling Posted October 5, 2004 Share Posted October 5, 2004 (edited) Here's another Neruda in Tagalog: Nais Kong Ika'y Mawalang-TinagNais kong ika’y mawalang-tinagNa tila ba ikaw ay wala sa paligidAt naririnig mo lamang ako sa dakong malayoAt tinig ko’y di dumadampi sa iyo Wari’ng mga mata mo’y nagsisipagliparanAt wari’ng isang halik ang tumakip sa iyong bibigTulad nang kalahatang pinuno ng aking kaluluwaIka’y lumitaw sa mga bagay-bagay Pinuno ng aking diwaIkaw ang aking kariwaanIsang paru-parong bumukal sa panaginipAt ika’y tulad ng salitang: Kapighatian Nais kong ika’y mawalang-tinagAt ika’y tila pagkalayo-layoSa pandinig ko ika’y waring nananangisParu-parong humuhuni, gaya ng kalapatiAt ako’y narinig mo mula sa malayoAt yaring tinig ko'y di umaabot sa iyo Bayaang ako’y puma-sayo’t mawalang-tinag sa iyong pananahimikAt hayaang ako’y makipag-usap sa iyong di pag-imikNa siyang sing-linaw ng isang lamparaPayak tulad ng isang yaring singsing Ika’y tulad ng gabiKalubkob ng katahimikan at yaong mga bituinKatahimikan mo’y gaya ng sa isang talaSing layo at sing tapat Nais kong ika’y mawalang-tinagNa tila ba ikaw ay wala sa paligidMalayo at puno ng abang kalungkutanKung magkagayon nga'y ikaw ay papanawIsang salita kung magkagayon, isang ngiti ay sapat At ako’y maligayaMaligayang yaon ay walang katotohanan Edited October 5, 2004 by Magaling Quote Link to comment
Z Posted December 9, 2004 Share Posted December 9, 2004 From a friend... Mindf**k Feel nothing of the pain crawling on to my bodyFor a glimpse beyond the heat of fantasyTo fill my mouth with bittersweet agonyA game lost between you and meIn serenity, I watch the sight of each chance driftOf the clouds unweigh, of a vague picture shiftBut if a hint of IF's for once sounds right;If fearless cry must pass across his lie,If my feet stop to dance over his plead of a distance,If our gap halts to deprive our numbers side by side,If a gush of time snaps me forth to your pride,Would it lead me into your arms forever tonight? by KA8 December 2004 Quote Link to comment
Guest temperamental Posted December 12, 2004 Share Posted December 12, 2004 If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda Quote Link to comment
Magaling Posted December 15, 2004 Share Posted December 15, 2004 (edited) If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda<{POST_SNAPBACK}> Wala akong magawa kaya naiisipan kong Tagalugin May isang bagay na nais kong malaman moBatid mo kung paano'ngkapag ako’y tuminginsa kristal na buwan, sa mapulang sangang mabagal na taglagas sa aking bintanakapag ako’y humipomalapit sa apoyang di-masaling na aboo ang kunutang katawan ng troso,lahat ay naghahatid sa akin tungo sa iyowari’ng lahat ng kalikhaan,mga samyo, magaan, kabakalan,ay tila maliliit na balsanglumalayagtungo sa ‘yong mga pulong nag-aabang sa akin Kung gayon, ngayon,kung paunti-unting ika’y hihinto nang pag-ibig sa akinAko ma’y paunti-unting titigil nang pagsinta sa iyo Sakaling kagyatika’y lumimot sa ‘kinako’y huwag mong nang hanapinpagkat ako kung gayo’y lumimot na rin sa iyo Kung iyo’ng pag-isipan ng matagal at masidhiang ihip ng mga layagna dumaraan sa ‘king buhayat ikaw na nagpasyangako’y iwan sa dalampasiganng puso kung saan ako’y nag-ugat,alalahaninna sa araw ngang yaon,sa oras na yaon,itataas ko’ng yaring mga bisig at mga ugat ay mabubunotupang humanap ng ibang lupa Subalitkung sa bawat araw,bawat orasnababatid mo’ng ika’y nakatakda sa akinnang walang sing-tamis,kapag sa bawa’t araw isang bulaklakang namamanhik sa’yong mga labi upang ako’y hanapin,o aking irog, o aking giliwsa akin ang lahat ng init ay nauulitsa aki’y walang natutupok o nalilimutanpag-ibig ko’y nabubuhay sa’yong pagmamahal, sinta,at habang ika’y buhay ito’y lagi sa’yong yakapnang di rin naman nawawala sa'king piling Edited December 15, 2004 by Magaling Quote Link to comment
solidus019 Posted December 23, 2004 Share Posted December 23, 2004 The voyeur, the peeper, the Peeping Tom, is a darkcomedian. He is repulsive in his dark anonymity,in his secret invasion. He is pitifully alone.But, strangely, he is able through this same silenceand concealment to make unknowing partner of anyonewithin his eye's range. This is his threat and power. J. Morrison Quote Link to comment
solidus019 Posted December 23, 2004 Share Posted December 23, 2004 I WANT TO TELL YOU I want to tell you about Texas Radio & the Big Beat it comes out of the Virginia Swamps cool & slow w/plenty of precision & a back beat narrow & hard to master some call it heavenly in its brilliance others mean & rueful of the Western dream I love the friends I have gathered together On this thin raft we have constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping This is the land where The pharaoh died--- Children The river contains specimens The voices of singing women call us on the far shore & they are saying "Forget the Night live w/us in Forests of azure" (meagre food for souls forgot) I tell you this; no eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn One morning you awoke & the strange sun & opening your door ... J. Morrison Quote Link to comment
solidus019 Posted January 18, 2005 Share Posted January 18, 2005 Sometimes I feel like I can't even sing (say, say, the light)I'm very scared for this worldI'm very scared for meEviscerate your memoryHere's a sceneYou're in the back seat laying downThe windows wrap aroundTo sound of the travel and the engineAll you hear is time stand still in traveland feel such peace and absoluteThe stillness still that doesn't endBut slowly drifts into sleepThe stars are the greatest thing you've ever seenAnd they're there for youFor you alone you are the everything I think about this world a lot and I cryAnd I've seen the films and the eyesBut I'm in this kitchenEverything is beautifulAnd she is so beautifulShe is so young and oldI look at her and I see the beautyOf the light of musicThe voices talking somewhere in the houseLate spring and you're drifting off to sleepWith your teeth in your mouthYou are here with meYou are here with meYou have been here and you are everything Sometimes I feel like I can't even sing (say, say, the light)I'm very scared for this worldI'm very scared for meEviscerate your memoryHere's a sceneYou're in the back seat laying downThe windows wrap aroundTo sound of the travel and the engineAll you hear is time stand still in traveland feel such peace and absoluteThe stillness still that doesn't endBut slowly drifts into sleepThe stars are the greatest thing you've ever seenAnd they're there for youFor you alone you are the everything m. stipe Quote Link to comment
Grimace Posted January 24, 2005 Share Posted January 24, 2005 Visceral response or intellectual appeal, rapturous melodiousness or artful crafting of the language; whatever it may have been, what poem moved you the most? Here's a poem that struck me. I don't know if it is the best... but I go back to it again and again. I remember being thirteen years old and in a classroom (cold, badly painted, small) and feeling an almost physical shock at this poem and totally awed by his genius. I was thrilled by the words then, and I still am; the title is perfection. The villanelle form of day and night and their symbolic rhymes is the best. Mostly I liked the way it offered an interesting perspective: a good way to live and die and even more, a child offering advice to a parent. Just good stuff. I like the images: green bay, meteors and wild men. I have continued to like the author and his works... Dylan Thomas. Yeah, I like this poem! “Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night” Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Quote Link to comment
Metroman Posted January 24, 2005 Share Posted January 24, 2005 Winnie the Pooh's simple poetry is such a respite when I was young. I still read it today, when the hustle and bustle of life, gets to me. Us TwoWinnie the PoohA.A. Milne Wherever I am, there's always Pooh,There's always Pooh and Me.Whatever I do, he wants to do,"Where are you going today?" says Pooh:"Well, that's very odd 'cos I was too.Let's go together," says Pooh, says he."Let's go together," says Pooh. "What's twice eleven?" I said to Pooh.("Twice what?" said Pooh to Me.)"I think it ought to be twenty-two.""Just what I think myself," said Pooh."It wasn't an easy sum to do,But that's what it is," said Pooh, said he."That's what it is," said Pooh. "Let's look for dragons," I said to Pooh."Yes, let's," said Pooh to Me.We crossed the river and found a few-"Yes, those are dragons all right," said Pooh."As soon as I saw their beaks I knew.That's what they are," said Pooh, said he. "That's what they are," said Pooh. "Let's frighten the dragons," I said to Pooh."That's right," said Pooh to Me."I'm not afraid," I said to Pooh,And I held his paw and I shouted "Shoo!Silly old dragons!"- and off they flew. "I wasn't afraid," said Pooh, said he,"I'm never afraid with you." So wherever I am, there's always Pooh,There's always Pooh and Me."What would I do?" I said to Pooh,"If it wasn't for you," and Pooh said: "True,It isn't much fun for One, but Two,Can stick together, says Pooh, says he. "That's how it is," says Pooh. Quote Link to comment
George Estregan Lives Posted January 24, 2005 Share Posted January 24, 2005 I first encountered this poem way back in college. Up to now, Neruda's words still affect me. I'm Explaining a Few Things You are going to ask: and where are the lilacs?and the poppy-petalled metaphysics?and the rain repeatedly spatteringits words and drilling them fullof apertures and birds?I'll tell you all the news. I lived in a suburb,a suburb of Madrid, with bells,and clocks, and trees. From there you could look outover Castille's dry face:a leather ocean.My house was calledthe house of flowers, because in every crannygeraniums burst: it wasa good-looking housewith its dogs and children.Remember, Raul?Eh, Rafel? Federico, do you rememberfrom under the groundmy balconies on whichthe light of June drowned flowers in your mouth?Brother, my brother!Everythingloud with big voices, the salt of merchandises,pile-ups of palpitating bread,the stalls of my suburb of Arguelles with its statuelike a drained inkwell in a swirl of hake:oil flowed into spoons,a deep bayingof feet and hands swelled in the streets,metres, litres, the sharpmeasure of life,stacked-up fish,the texture of roofs with a cold sun in whichthe weather vane falters,the fine, frenzied ivory of potatoes,wave on wave of tomatoes rolling down the sea. And one morning all that was burning,one morning the bonfiresleapt out of the earthdevouring human beings --and from then on fire,gunpowder from then on,and from then on blood.Bandits with planes and Moors,bandits with finger-rings and duchesses,bandits with black friars spattering blessingscame through the sky to k*ll childrenand the blood of children ran through the streetswithout fuss, like children's blood. Jackals that the jackals would despise,stones that the dry thistle would bite on and spit out,vipers that the vipers would abominate! Face to face with you I have seen the bloodof Spain tower like a tideto drown you in one waveof pride and knives! Treacherousgenerals:see my dead house,look at broken Spain :from every house burning metal flowsinstead of flowers,from every socket of SpainSpain emergesand from every dead child a rifle with eyes,and from every crime bullets are bornwhich will one day findthe bull's eye of your hearts. And you'll ask: why doesn't his poetryspeak of dreams and leavesand the great volcanoes of his native land? Come and see the blood in the streets.Come and seeThe blood in the streets.Come and see the bloodIn the streets! Quote Link to comment
strangedays Posted January 25, 2005 Share Posted January 25, 2005 Memento-- Yevgeny Yevtushenko Like a reminder of this lifeof trams, sun, sparrows,and the flighty uncontrollednessof streams leaping like thermometers,and because ducks are quacking somewhereabove the crackling of the last, paper-thin ice,and because children are crying bitterly(remember children's lives are so sweet!)and because in the drunken, shimmering starlightthe new moon whoops it up,and a stocking crackles a bit at the knee,gold in itself and tinged by the sun,like a reminder of life,and because there is resin on tree trunks,and because I was madly mistakenin thinking that my life was over,like a reminder of my life -you entered into me on stockinged feet.You entered - neither too late nor too early -at exactly the right time, as my very own,and with a smile, uprooted mefrom memories, as from a grave.And I, once again whirling amongthe painted horses, gladly exchange,for one reminder of life,all its memories. Quote Link to comment
missmanners Posted January 25, 2005 Share Posted January 25, 2005 shel silverstein is probably my favorite poet of all time. i credit him for upping my love for literature. well, him and roald dahl actually. as a young child, his poetry is catchy enough to have kept me interested... plus they all come in picture books with illustrations by the author himself. i found it so delicious actually when, after a few years on my head, i learned that mr. silverstein also illustrated comics for playboy. i've slowly collected all his books over the years and intend to give it to my kids and then grandkids one day. because if there's anything i'm glad my parents gave me, it was love for reading. here's a few of the shortest and sweetest. Woulda-Coulda-ShouldaAll the Woulda-Coulda-ShouldasLayin' in the sun,Talkin' 'bout the thingsThey woulda coulda shoulda done...But those Woulda-Coulda-ShouldasAll ran away and hidFrom one little Did. How Many, How MuchHow many slams in an old screen door? Depends how loud you shut it. How many slices in a bread? Depends how thin you cut it. How much good inside a day? Depends how good you live 'em. How much love inside a friend? Depends how much you give 'em. The Land of HappyHave you been to the land of happy,Where everyone's happy all day,Where they joke and they singOf the happiest things,And everything's jolly and gay?There's no one unhappy in HappyThere's laughter and smiles galore.I have been to The Land of Happy-What a bore! :flowers: Quote Link to comment
Magaling Posted January 26, 2005 Share Posted January 26, 2005 I have this poem framed on my study table: INVICTUSby 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. Quote Link to comment
LB Posted January 28, 2005 Share Posted January 28, 2005 Two of My Favorite Pablo Neruda Poems are I Like For You To Be Still and .... Ode to a Beautiful Nude Full woman, flesh-apple, hot moon,thick smell of seaweed, mud and light in masquerade,what secret clarity opens through your columns?What ancient night does a man touch with his senses? Oh, love is a journey with water and stars,with drowning air and storms of flour;love is a clash of lightnings,two bodies subdued by one honey. Kiss by kiss I travel your little infinity,your borders, your rivers, your tiny villages;and a genital fire--transformed, delicious-- slips through the narrow roadways of the bloodtill it pours itself, quick, like a night carnation, till it is:and is nothing, in shadow, and a flimmer of light. ***buy the ost of 'Il Postino' for the interpretation of various artists like Glenn Close and Madonna Quote Link to comment
schizo_sublime Posted January 31, 2005 Share Posted January 31, 2005 My favorite is Tonight I can write the saddest lines by Pablo Neruda which has been posted previously. Quote Link to comment
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