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Asherah User ID: 943970 United States 04/17/2010 01:03 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I am weary of the Garden, Said the Rose; For the winter winds are sighing, All my playmates round me dying, And my leaves will soon be lying 'Neath the snows. But I hear my Mistress coming, Said the Rose; She will take me to her chamber, Where the honeysuckles clamber, And I'll bloom there all December Spite the snows. Sweeter fell her lily finger Than the bee! Ah, how feebly I resisted, Smoothed my thorns, and e'en assisted As all blushing I was twisted Off my tree. And she fixed me in her bosom Like a star; And I flashed there all the morning, Jasmin, honeysuckle scorning Parasites forever fawning That they are. And when evening came she set me In a vase All of rare and radiant metal, And I felt her red lips settle On my leaves til each proud petal Touched her face. And I shone about her slumbers Like a light And, I said, instead of weeping, In the garden vigil keeping, Here I'll watch my Mistress sleeping Every night. But when morning with its sunbeams Softly shone, In the mirror where she braided Her brown hair I saw how jaded, Old and colorless and faded, I had grown. Not a drop of dew was on me, Never one; From my leaves no odors started, All my perfume had departed, I lay pale and broken-hearted In the sun. Still I said, her smile is better Than the rain; Though my fragrance may forsake me, To her bosom she will take me, And with crimson kisses make me Young again. So she took me . . . gazed a second . . . Half a sigh . . . Then, alas, can hearts so harden? Without ever asking pardon, Threw me back into the garden, There to die. How the jealous garden gloried In my fall! How the honeysuckle chid me, How the sneering jasmins bid me Light the long gray grass that hid me Like a pall. There I lay beneath her window In a swoon, Till the earthworm o'er me trailing Woke me just at twilight's failing, As the whip-poor-will was wailing To the moon But I hear the storm-winds stirring In their lair; And I know they soon will lift me In their giant arms and sift me Into ashes as they drift me Through the air. So I pray them in their mercy Just to take From my heart of hearts, or near it, The last living leaf, and bear it To her feet, and bid her wear it For my sake. --George H. Miles |
Winningjob User ID: 385114 United States 04/17/2010 01:04 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Fire and Ice Robert Frost Some say the world will end in fire; Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice. Whoops you said favorite...this is not my favorite although Frost in general is one of mine, I thought this particular poem would be good for GLP though! ;-) Last Edited by Winningjob on 04/17/2010 01:05 AM |
theDtrain (OP) User ID: 633671 United States 04/17/2010 01:06 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | that was awesome. Thanks! Facts are stubborn things; and whatever may be our wishes, our inclinations, the dictates of our passions, they cannot alter the state of facts and evidence." We can never shed our sins and regrets, only accumulate more, a burden that we grow and carry until our deaths. The best we can do is learn to live with ourselves, to accommodate our pasts |
Thoughts Faux Fodder User ID: 941458 United States 04/17/2010 01:06 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The Tiger William Blake Tiger Tiger. burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye. Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies. Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand, dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, & what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat. What dread hand? & what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain, In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp. Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears And watered heaven with their tears: Did he smile His work to see? Did he who made the lamb make thee? Tiger Tiger burning bright, In the forests of the night: What immortal hand or eye, Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune--without the words, And never stops at all.... Emily Dickinson |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 612898 United States 04/17/2010 01:13 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | From childhood's hour I have not been As others were — I have not seen As others saw — I could not bring My passions from a common spring — From the same source I have not taken My sorrow — I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone — And all I lov'd — I lov'd alone — Then — in my childhood — in the dawn Of a most stormy life — was drawn From ev'ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still — From the torrent, or the fountain — From the red cliff of the mountain — From the sun that 'round me roll'd In its autumn tint of gold — From the lightning in the sky As it pass'd me flying by — From the thunder, and the storm — And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view — by ~Edgar Allen Poe~ |
theDtrain (OP) User ID: 633671 United States 04/17/2010 01:14 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Find happiness in nature In the beauty of a mountain In the serenity of the sea Find happiness in friendship In the fun of doing things together In the sharing and understanding Find happiness in your family In the stability of knowing that someone cares In the strength of love and honesty Find happiness in yourself In your mind and body In your values and achievements Find happiness in Everything You Do Facts are stubborn things; and whatever may be our wishes, our inclinations, the dictates of our passions, they cannot alter the state of facts and evidence." We can never shed our sins and regrets, only accumulate more, a burden that we grow and carry until our deaths. The best we can do is learn to live with ourselves, to accommodate our pasts |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 938665 United States 04/17/2010 01:16 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | a moonlit night this hallows eve run if ye may but ye may never leave hide in the closet and quietlt breathe tis only the wind you try to believe Darkness foreboding out the window you stare kneel at your bed ask for forgiveness through prayer absently fondly the cross that you wear as you try to fight off the cold dark despair for you he is hunting for you he desires scalding hot brimstone and searing hot fires nightmares in bed as your body perspires the devils my master and i am his squire "the devils squire" written by ...ME |
theDtrain (OP) User ID: 633671 United States 04/17/2010 01:17 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | a moonlit night this hallows eve Quoting: Anonymous Coward 938665run if ye may but ye may never leave hide in the closet and quietlt breathe tis only the wind you try to believe Darkness foreboding out the window you stare kneel at your bed ask for forgiveness through prayer absently fondly the cross that you wear as you try to fight off the cold dark despair for you he is hunting for you he desires scalding hot brimstone and searing hot fires nightmares in bed as your body perspires the devils my master and i am his squire "the devils squire" written by ...ME Spooky, but good. nicely done ac Facts are stubborn things; and whatever may be our wishes, our inclinations, the dictates of our passions, they cannot alter the state of facts and evidence." We can never shed our sins and regrets, only accumulate more, a burden that we grow and carry until our deaths. The best we can do is learn to live with ourselves, to accommodate our pasts |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 732307 United States 04/17/2010 01:17 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley I met a traveler from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal these words appear: “My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!” Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away. |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 938665 United States 04/17/2010 01:19 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | a moonlit night this hallows eve Quoting: theDtrainrun if ye may but ye may never leave hide in the closet and quietlt breathe tis only the wind you try to believe Darkness foreboding out the window you stare kneel at your bed ask for forgiveness through prayer absently fondly the cross that you wear as you try to fight off the cold dark despair for you he is hunting for you he desires scalding hot brimstone and searing hot fires nightmares in bed as your body perspires the devils my master and i am his squire "the devils squire" written by ...ME Spooky, but good. nicely done ac tyvm cept for the typos i wrote that like 15 yrs ago about halloween |
Thoughts Faux Fodder User ID: 941458 United States 04/17/2010 01:20 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | This and the other one are tied, i've loved them both from the first reading. Nice thread OP :-) :hf: :peace: Annabel Lee~~~Poe It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me- Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we- Of many far wiser than we- And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea. Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune--without the words, And never stops at all.... Emily Dickinson |
Thoughts Faux Fodder User ID: 941458 United States 04/17/2010 01:20 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | a moonlit night this hallows eve Quoting: Anonymous Coward 938665run if ye may but ye may never leave hide in the closet and quietlt breathe tis only the wind you try to believe Darkness foreboding out the window you stare kneel at your bed ask for forgiveness through prayer absently fondly the cross that you wear as you try to fight off the cold dark despair for you he is hunting for you he desires scalding hot brimstone and searing hot fires nightmares in bed as your body perspires the devils my master and i am his squire "the devils squire" written by ...ME very nice :-) :peace: Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune--without the words, And never stops at all.... Emily Dickinson |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 909777 Australia 04/17/2010 01:21 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces thro' the room She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She looked down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror cracked from side to side; 'The curse is upon me,' she cried The Lady of Shallot. Tennyson. |
theDtrain (OP) User ID: 633671 United States 04/17/2010 01:21 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Ozymandias Quoting: Anonymous Coward 732307by Percy Bysshe Shelley I met a traveler from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal these words appear: “My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!” Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away. kings and peasants have the same fate Fantastic Facts are stubborn things; and whatever may be our wishes, our inclinations, the dictates of our passions, they cannot alter the state of facts and evidence." We can never shed our sins and regrets, only accumulate more, a burden that we grow and carry until our deaths. The best we can do is learn to live with ourselves, to accommodate our pasts |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 732307 United States 04/17/2010 01:22 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | "At the Ringing of the Bells" R. Steiner To wonder at beauty To stand guard over truth To look up to the noble To resolve on the good: This leads the human being to purpose in living To right in his doing To peace in his feeling To light in his thinking And teaches him trust in the working of God In all that there is In the widths of the world In the depths of the soul... |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 612898 United States 04/17/2010 01:22 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | This and the other one are tied, i've loved them both from the first reading. Nice thread OP :-) :hf: :peace: Quoting: Thoughts Faux FodderAnnabel Lee~~~Poe It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me- Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we- Of many far wiser than we- And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea. I have been a fan of Poe since childhood. Love it. |
theDtrain (OP) User ID: 633671 United States 04/17/2010 01:22 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I love annabel lee Facts are stubborn things; and whatever may be our wishes, our inclinations, the dictates of our passions, they cannot alter the state of facts and evidence." We can never shed our sins and regrets, only accumulate more, a burden that we grow and carry until our deaths. The best we can do is learn to live with ourselves, to accommodate our pasts |
Sly User ID: 943904 United States 04/17/2010 01:23 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | One I wrote: Apathetic Paradise This forest I call a heart, Earth I call a soul, Scorched by their failure. Blackened trees I call arms, Offered by wildlife I call love, Decimated by their failure. What a paradise I call apathy, Callousness I call freedom, Sewn and grown by their failure. “Sex is interesting, but it's not totally important. I mean it's not even as important (physically) as excretion. A man can go seventy years without a piece of ass, but he can die in a week without a bowel movement.” - Charles Bukowski "Wow, you're like, "extreme". A 'warrior'. And a Bukowski quote. Guess folks need to know you walk 'the edge'. Oh and the quote is about sex and poop. You really are smashing barriers, aren't you?" - Anonymous Coward 926857 |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 612898 United States 04/17/2010 01:27 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Very nice Sly. My Uncle used to babysit me and was a big Sabbath freak. It is where I learned to love these lyrics: HEAVEN AND HELL Sing me a song, you're a singer Do me a wrong, you're a bringer of evil The devil is never a maker The less that you give, you're a taker So it's on and on and on, it's heaven and hell, oh well The lover of life's not a sinner The ending is just a beginner The closer you get to the meaning The sooner you'll know that you're dreaming So it's on and on and on, oh it's on and on and on It goes on and on and on, heaven and hell I can tell, fool, fool! Well if it seems to be real, it's illusion For every moment of truth, there's confusion in life Love can be seen as the answer, but nobody bleeds for the dancer And it's on and on, on and on and on.... They say that life's a carousel Spinning fast, you've got to ride it well The world is full of kings and queens Who blind your eyes and steal your dreams Its heaven and hell, oh well And they'll tell you black is really white The moon is just the sun at night And when you walk in golden halls You get to keep the gold that falls Its heaven and hell, oh no! Fool, fool! You've got to bleed for the dancer! Fool, fool! Look for the answer! Fool, fool, fool! |
theDtrain (OP) User ID: 633671 United States 04/17/2010 01:27 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | "O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity. Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty"---that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. " keats: ode on a Grecian urn Facts are stubborn things; and whatever may be our wishes, our inclinations, the dictates of our passions, they cannot alter the state of facts and evidence." We can never shed our sins and regrets, only accumulate more, a burden that we grow and carry until our deaths. The best we can do is learn to live with ourselves, to accommodate our pasts |
theDtrain (OP) User ID: 633671 United States 04/17/2010 01:28 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I knew GLP was host to some good minds Facts are stubborn things; and whatever may be our wishes, our inclinations, the dictates of our passions, they cannot alter the state of facts and evidence." We can never shed our sins and regrets, only accumulate more, a burden that we grow and carry until our deaths. The best we can do is learn to live with ourselves, to accommodate our pasts |
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Thoughts Faux Fodder User ID: 941458 United States 04/17/2010 01:30 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | what do you think of this one? wicked child hush there wicked child, close your eyes and dream awhile time has come to fly to touch the sun and fall away dream, child, soar aloft free your mind of shadowed thought follow journeys end to glimpse the very end of time and rise through it back again eons age but a blink of eye wicked child, your impish smile lights the stars and fades the night gleaming, laughing, lantern bright wicked child how did it came to pass that you fell from heaven's grace to make this dark and dreary place finer by your sublime display hallowed child of ethereal ways rise once more and seek your path Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune--without the words, And never stops at all.... Emily Dickinson |
theDtrain (OP) User ID: 633671 United States 04/17/2010 01:36 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | what do you think of this one? Quoting: Thoughts Faux Fodderwicked child hush there wicked child, close your eyes and dream awhile time has come to fly to touch the sun and fall away dream, child, soar aloft free your mind of shadowed thought follow journeys end to glimpse the very end of time and rise through it back again eons age but a blink of eye wicked child, your impish smile lights the stars and fades the night gleaming, laughing, lantern bright wicked child how did it came to pass that you fell from heaven's grace to make this dark and dreary place finer by your sublime display hallowed child of ethereal ways rise once more and seek your path What/who is that from? It's intriguing Facts are stubborn things; and whatever may be our wishes, our inclinations, the dictates of our passions, they cannot alter the state of facts and evidence." We can never shed our sins and regrets, only accumulate more, a burden that we grow and carry until our deaths. The best we can do is learn to live with ourselves, to accommodate our pasts |
Thoughts Faux Fodder User ID: 941458 United States 04/17/2010 01:37 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | what do you think of this one? Quoting: theDtrainwicked child hush there wicked child, close your eyes and dream awhile time has come to fly to touch the sun and fall away dream, child, soar aloft free your mind of shadowed thought follow journeys end to glimpse the very end of time and rise through it back again eons age but a blink of eye wicked child, your impish smile lights the stars and fades the night gleaming, laughing, lantern bright wicked child how did it came to pass that you fell from heaven's grace to make this dark and dreary place finer by your sublime display hallowed child of ethereal ways rise once more and seek your path What/who is that from? It's intriguing it's one of mine :-) Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune--without the words, And never stops at all.... Emily Dickinson |
theDtrain (OP) User ID: 633671 United States 04/17/2010 01:38 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I've read and re-read it about 20 times now, and I like it more and more each time I get through it Bravo! I wish I could write poetry as well as the posters here so far Facts are stubborn things; and whatever may be our wishes, our inclinations, the dictates of our passions, they cannot alter the state of facts and evidence." We can never shed our sins and regrets, only accumulate more, a burden that we grow and carry until our deaths. The best we can do is learn to live with ourselves, to accommodate our pasts |
Thoughts Faux Fodder User ID: 941458 United States 04/17/2010 01:40 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I've read and re-read it about 20 times now, and I like it more and more each time I get through it Quoting: theDtrainBravo! I wish I could write poetry as well as the posters here so far thank you - it was written to be spoken, so i wonder how much gets lost in translation. I don't often share them on here but you have a nice thread and i felt moved to do so :-) Last Edited by Thoughts Faux Fodder on 04/17/2010 01:41 AM Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune--without the words, And never stops at all.... Emily Dickinson |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 943970 United States 04/17/2010 01:41 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Canst thou please now tell me why thy thoughts have turned astray, i've searched for you forever love, why dost thou love still stay? I lie in wake in faith that thou will show your face once more, but each face that i look apon is a reflection none the more. I need you more than ever can you hear my heart felt cry your my only life endeavor can't you see the reason why Canst thou please now show me what i've longed for us to be, A couple joined together, made from heaven, to be free I cry for sake and purpose that we'll soon join hand in hand, and gaze apon a future where we both shall surely stand I love you more than words could say Oh please my love return my heart was meant for you my love it's for you i'll always yearn By "Asherah" |
Thoughts Faux Fodder User ID: 941458 United States 04/17/2010 01:44 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | One I wrote: Quoting: SlyApathetic Paradise This forest I call a heart, Earth I call a soul, Scorched by their failure. Blackened trees I call arms, Offered by wildlife I call love, Decimated by their failure. What a paradise I call apathy, Callousness I call freedom, Sewn and grown by their failure. WOW i really like that one :-) Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune--without the words, And never stops at all.... Emily Dickinson |