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Anonymous Coward (OP) User ID: 1492295 United States 03/12/2012 02:46 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Ode 314 Those who don't feel this Love pulling them like a river, those who don't drink dawn like a cup of spring water or take in sunset like supper, those who don't want to change, let them sleep. This Love is beyond the study of theology, that old trickery and hypocrisy. I you want to improve your mind that way, sleep on. I've given up on my brain. I've torn the cloth to shreds and thrown it away. If you're not completely naked, wrap your beautiful robe of words around you, and sleep [link to www.khamush.com] 314 |
Anonymous Coward (OP) User ID: 1492295 United States 03/12/2012 02:49 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I am only the house of your beloved "I am only the house of your beloved, not the beloved herself: true love is for the treasure, not for the coffer that contains it." The real beloved is that one who is unique, who is your beginning and your end. When you find that one, you'll no longer expect anything else: that is both the manifest and the mystery. That one is the lord of states of feeling, dependent on none; month and year are slaves to that moon. When he bids the "state," it does His bidding; when that one wills, bodies become spirit. [link to www.khamush.com] am only the house of your beloved, |
Anonymous Coward (OP) User ID: 1492295 United States 03/12/2012 02:58 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Damn all of his stuff is just awesome. I love reading poems lol I am a sculptor, a molder of form I am a sculptor, a molder of form. In every moment I shape an idol. But then, in front of you, I melt them down I can rouse a hundred forms and fill them with spirit, but when I look into your face, I want to throw them in the fire. My souls spills into yours and is blended. Because my soul has absorbed your fragrance, I cherish it. Every drop of blood I spill informs the earth, I merge with my Beloved when I participate in love. In this house of mud and water, my heart has fallen to ruins. Enter this house, my Love, or let me leave [link to www.khamush.com] am a sculptor, a molder of form. |
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Anonymous Coward (OP) User ID: 1492295 United States 03/12/2012 04:38 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | ~I Choose the Mountain~ The low lands call I am tempted to answer They are offering me a free dwelling Without having to conquer The massive mountain makes its move Beckoning me to ascend A much more difficult path To get up the slippery bend I cannot choose both I have a choice to make I must be wise This will determine my fate I choose, I choose the mountain With all its stress and strain Because only by climbing Can I rise above the plane I choose the mountain And I will never stop climbing I choose the mountain And I shall forever be ascending I choose the mountain [link to www.poemhunter.com] howard simon |
Anonymous Coward (OP) User ID: 1492295 United States 03/12/2012 04:44 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Praise the spells and bless the charms, I found April in my arms. April golden, April cloudy, Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy; April soft in flowered languor, April cold with sudden anger, Ever changing, ever true -- I love April, I love you. [link to www.poemhunter.com] Ogden Nash |
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Anonymous Coward (OP) User ID: 1492295 United States 03/12/2012 04:52 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Fallen Angel I have fallen from sky, Fallen to the ground, I am the angel of sadness, Angel of lost hopes, Angel of lost dreams, I am the fallen angel, Fear me not, I am here for reason, That reason is to have a second chance in life, That life I was given for a reason, They took my wings, They took me apart made me human, I was the fallen angel, But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given, This angel won’t make the same mistakes she made before, This angel will go down the right path that has been chosen for her, This fallen angel know what she has to do to be forgiven. [link to www.poemhunter.com] Jennifer Rondeau |
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A Muse Me User ID: 1492096 United States 03/12/2012 06:55 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | This is a really good poem by Rumi. Can't believe this is the first time I have seen it. Quoting: ~Angels~ The intellectual is always showing off, the lover is always getting lost. The intellectual runs away. afraid of drowning; the whole business of love is to drown in the sea. Intellectuals plan their repose; lovers are ashamed to rest. The lover is always alone. even surrounded by people; like water and oil, he remains apart. The man who goes to the trouble of giving advice to a lover get nothing. He's mocked by passion. Love is like musk. It attracts attention. Love is a tree, and the lovers are its shade. 5 star you! The term derives from the Ancient Greek words, meta, meaning beyond or after, and noia, meaning perception or understanding or mind. |
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Anonymous Coward (OP) User ID: 1492295 United States 03/12/2012 06:57 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | This is a really good poem by Rumi. Can't believe this is the first time I have seen it. Quoting: ~Angels~ The intellectual is always showing off, the lover is always getting lost. The intellectual runs away. afraid of drowning; the whole business of love is to drown in the sea. Intellectuals plan their repose; lovers are ashamed to rest. The lover is always alone. even surrounded by people; like water and oil, he remains apart. The man who goes to the trouble of giving advice to a lover get nothing. He's mocked by passion. Love is like musk. It attracts attention. Love is a tree, and the lovers are its shade. 5 star you! |
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RedlicoriceRedux User ID: 10393986 Canada 03/12/2012 07:05 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Gawain spoke his gratitude, they gravely embraced, And sat in serious mood the whole service through. Then the lady had a longing to look on the knight; With her bevy of beauties she abandoned her pew. Most beautiful of body and bright of complexion, Most winsome in ways of all women alive ... |
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Anonymous Coward (OP) User ID: 1492295 United States 03/12/2012 07:12 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Gawain spoke his gratitude, they gravely embraced, And sat in serious mood the whole service through. Then the lady had a longing to look on the knight; With her bevy of beauties she abandoned her pew. Most beautiful of body and bright of complexion, Most winsome in ways of all women alive ... Is that part of a poem? I liked it Redlicorice thanks :) |