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siteless User ID: 1100251 Australia 09/19/2010 10:57 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | "...Bedside manner lacked in famished mothers, but with a leaf of pleasure the boys sang in their sing-song voices of prayers, and places where peace and ataraxia could whisk away skeptics of all breeds, of all colour and hue, to a place long overdue, in a book, a tome with answers so holy bushes burned in their being and faces told of mountains covered in scripture like some kind of condemnation of regulations regurgitated by diseased misanthropes seeking unity with the enlightenment of their imagination." Outlawed |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 1107018 Australia 09/23/2010 07:34 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | THE SONG OF THE WRECK by: Charles Dickens (1812-1870) THE wind blew high, the waters raved, A ship drove on the land, A hundred human creatures saved Kneel'd down upon the sand. Threescore were drown'd, threescore were thrown Upon the black rocks wild, And thus among them, left alone, They found one helpless child. A seaman rough, to shipwreck bred, Stood out from all the rest, And gently laid the lonely head Upon his honest breast. And travelling o'er the desert wide It was a solemn joy, To see them, ever side by side, The sailor and the boy. In famine, sickness, hunger, thirst, The two were still but one, Until the strong man droop'd the first And felt his labors done. Then to a trusty friend he spake, "Across the desert wide, Oh, take this poor boy for my sake!" And kiss'd the child and died. Toiling along in weary plight Through heavy jungle, mire, These two came later every night To warm them at the fire. Until the captain said one day "O seaman, good and kind, To save thyself now come away, And leave the boy behind!" The child was slumbering near the blaze: "O captain, let him rest Until it sinks, when God's own ways Shall teach us what is best!" They watch'd the whiten'd, ashy heap, They touch'd the child in vain; They did not leave him there asleep, He never woke again. |
siteless User ID: 1107018 Australia 09/23/2010 07:45 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | [link to www.youtube.com] The Guitar The weeping of the guitar begins. The goblets of dawn are smashed. The weeping of the guitar begins. Useless to silence it. Impossible to silence it. It weeps monotonously as water weeps as the wind weeps over snowfields. Impossible to silence it. It weeps for distant things. Hot southern sands yearning for white camellias. Weeps arrow without target evening without morning and the first dead bird on the branch. Oh, guitar! Heart mortally wounded by five swords. :Federico Garcia Lorca |
siteless User ID: 1107018 Australia 09/23/2010 09:10 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Ah! Sunflower Ah Sun-flower! weary of time, Who countest the steps of the Sun: Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the travellers journey is done. Where the Youth pined away with desire, And the pale virgin shrouded in snow: Arise from their graves and aspire, Where my Sun-flower wishes to go. William Blake [link to www.youtube.com] Sunflower Till the slow daylight pale, A willing slave, fast bound to one above, I wait; he seems to speed, and change, and fail; I know he will not move. I lift my golden orb To his, unsmitten when the roses die, And in my broad and burning disk absorb The splendours of his eye. His eye is like a clear Keen flame that searches through me: I must droop Upon my stalk, I cannot reach his sphere; To mine he cannot stoop. I win not my desire, And yet I fail not of my guerdon; lo! A thousand flickering darts and tongues of fire Around me spread and glow. All rayed and crowned, I miss No queenly state until the summer wane, The hours flit by; none knoweth of my bliss, And none has guessed my pain. I follow one above, I track the shadow of his steps, I grow Most like to him I love Of all that shines below ~ Dora Greenwell |
siteless User ID: 1107018 Australia 09/23/2010 09:13 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close, As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets The same look which she turned when he rose! ~Thomas Moore [link to www.youtube.com] |
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siteless User ID: 1107018 Australia 09/25/2010 07:47 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Earnest heart that trembles n aches, rejoice in harping song n ring to heavens nothing of whispers; but true proclamations high, hear echoes back in foreign voice, loud and sweet and wanted, pulled like breath to breast, and rest in eternal comfort of unbound discoveries never lost again. for to watch you reach heavens shore, I would leave you ever more, for you to take deserved lovers arms, i’d let my heart fall to harms for ways of savoured delight dear renaissance, for me to see you smile would be fair trade. |
siteless User ID: 1107018 Australia 09/28/2010 05:36 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | by Emily Dickinson There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin, Never mind silent fields - Here is a little forest, Whose leaf is ever green; Here is a brighter garden, Where not a frost has been; In its unfading flowers I hear the bright bee hum: Prithee, my brother, Into my garden come! ------------------------ "Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle. The world you desired can be won. It exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours." -Ayn Rand [link to www.youtube.com] Things can be-- and their Being is grounded in Nothing's ability to noth. --Kenneth Burke Language as Symbolic Action ----------------------- I am a poet. I walk like one. I talk like one. So it must be. There is something sad in the knowing. I am a poet. I walk like one. I talk like one. So it must be. I am all of these things. And I don't want to write about It anymore. -- Gillian Rush -- |
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siteless User ID: 1107018 Australia 09/28/2010 06:11 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | When I began to write, I wrote partly to put this life in order, partly because I was too shy to speak. I was silent and the poems spoke first. I was ignorant and the poems educated me. When I realized people were going to read the poems, I thought of the best way to use words, how great was my responsibility to transmit words, ideas, and acts by which we could live with liberation, love, self-respect, good humor, and joy. From "The Two Lives" by Linda Hogan ------------- A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love. -Henri B. Stendhal ---------------------- Nothing is miserable unless you make it so. -Boethius ------------------------------ A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge. -Thomas Carlyle ------------------------------------------- You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments when you have truly lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love. -Henry Drummond [link to www.youtube.com] Water A raindrop fell on my hand, crafted from the Ganges and the Nile, from the ascended frost of a seal's whiskers, from water in broken pots in the cities of Ys and Tyre. On my index finger the Caspian Sea isn't landlocked, and the Pacific flows meekly into the Rudava, the one that flew in a cloud over Paris in seventeen sixty four on the seventh of May at three in the morning. There are not enough lips to pronounce your transient names, O water. I would have to say them in every language pronouncing all the vowels at once, at the same time keeping silent�for the sake of a lake that waited in vain for a name, and is no longer on earth�as it is in the heavens, whose stars are no longer reflected in it. Someone was drowning; someone dying called out for you. That was long ago and yesterday. You extinguished houses; you carried them off like trees, forests like cities. You were in baptismal fonts and in the bathtubs of courtesans, in kisses, in shrouds. Eating away at stones, fueling rainbows. In the sweat and dew of pyramids and lilacs. How light all this is in the raindrop. How delicately the world touches me. Whenever wherever whatever has happened is written on the water of Babel. -Wislawa Szymborska --------------------- The Earth is closing on us pushing us through the last passage and we tear off our limbs to pass through. The Earth is squeezing us. I wish we were its wheat so we could die and live again. I wish the Earth was our mother so she'd be kind to us. I wish we were pictures on the rocks for our dreams to carry as mirrors. We saw the faces of those who will throw our children out of the window of this last space. Our star will hang up mirrors. Where should we go after the last frontiers? Where should the birds fly after the last sky? Where should the plants sleep after the last breath of air? We will write our names with scarlet steam. We will cut off the hand of the song to be finished by our flesh. We will die here, here in the last passage. Here and here our blood will plant its olive tree. -Mahmoud Darwish |
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siteless User ID: 1107018 Australia 09/28/2010 08:40 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | but only a few will catch your heart...Pursue those :Unknown I don't know what it is about you that closes and opens, only something in me understands the voice in your eyes is deeper than all roses....e.e. cummings This is the precious present, regardless of what yesterday was like, regardless of what tomorrow may bring. When your inner eyes open, you can find immense beauty hidden within the inconsequential details of daily life. When your inner ears open, you can hear the subtle, lovely music of the universe everywhere you go. When the heart of your heart opens, you can take deep pleasure in the company of the people around you -- family, friends, acquaintances, or strangers -- including those whose characters are less than perfect, just as your character is less than perfect. When you are open to the beauty, mystery, and grandeur of ordinary existence, you "get it" that it always has been beautiful, mysterious, and grand and always will be. This is the precious present....Timothy Ray Miller. |
siteless User ID: 1107018 Australia 09/29/2010 07:39 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Overblown Roses :Mimi Khalvati: She held one up, twirling it in her hand as if to show me how the world began and ended in perfection. I was stunned. How could she make a rose so woebegone, couldn't silk stand stiff? And how could a child, otherwise convinced of her mother's taste, know what to think? It's overblown, she smiled, I love roses when they're past their best. "Overblown roses" the words rang in my head, making sense as I suddenly saw afresh the rose now, the rose ahead: where a petal clings to a last breath; where my mother's flesh and mine, going the same way, may still be seen as beautiful, if these words are said [link to www.youtube.com] |
siteless User ID: 1107018 Australia 09/29/2010 08:07 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | [link to www.youtube.com] Entrance Of The Rivers Beloved of the rivers,beset By azure water and transparent drops, Like a tree of veins your spectre Of dark goddess biting apples: And then awakening naked To be tattoed by the rivers, And in the wet heights your head Filled the world with new dew. Water rose to your waist, You are made of wellsprings And lakes shone on your forehead. From your sources of density you drew Water like vital tears And hauled the riverbeds to the sand Across the planetary night, Crossing rough, dilated stone, Breaking down on the way All the salt of geology, Cutting through forests of compact walls Dislodging the muscles of quartz. Pablo Neruda |
siteless User ID: 1107018 Australia 09/29/2010 08:31 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | [link to www.youtube.com] Gautama Christ The names of God and especially those of his representative who is called Jesus or Christ according to holy books and someone's mouth these names have been used, worn out and left on the shores of rivers of, of human lives like the empty shells of a mollusk. However when we touch these sacred but exhausted names, these wounded scattered petals which have come out of the oceans of love and fear something still remains, a sip of water, a rainbow footprint that still shimmers in the light. While the names of God were used by the best and the worst, by the clean and the dirty by the white and the black, by bloody murderers and by victims flaming gold with napalm while Nixon with his hands of Cain blessed those whom he condemned to death, while fewer and fewer divine footprints were found on the beach people began to study colors, the future of honey, the sign of uranium they looked with anxiety and hope for the possibilities of killing themselves or not killing themselves, of organizing themselves into a fabric of going further on, of breaking through limits without stopping. What we came across in these blood thirsty times with their smoke of burning trash, their dead ashes as we weren't able to stop looking we often stopped to look at the names of God. We lifted them with tenderness because they reminded us of our ancestors, of the first people, those who said the prayers; those who discovered the hymn that united them in misfortune, and now seeing the empty fragments which sheltered those ancient people we feel those smooth substances, worn out and used up by good and by evil. :Pablo Neruda (1904-1973) |
siteless User ID: 1107018 Australia 09/29/2010 08:59 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | [link to www.youtube.com] Sonnet XVII: I do not love you as if you were brine-rose, topaz I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. :Pablo Neruda |
siteless User ID: 1107018 Australia 09/30/2010 06:45 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Won a beauty contest and became a jewel Set upon God’s right hand. The earth agreed to be a toe ring on the Beloved’s foot And has never regretted its decision. The mountains got tired Of sitting amongst a sleeping audience And are now stretching their arms Toward the Roof. The clouds gave my soul an idea So I pawned my gills And rose like a winged diamond Ever trying to be near More love, more love Like you. The Mountain got tired of sitting Amongst a snoring crowd inside of me And rose like a rip sun Into my eye. My soul gave my heart a brilliant idea So Hafiz is rising like a Winged diamond. Hafiz - “The Gift” – translation by Daniel Ladinsky Worn-out garments are shed by the body, worn-out bodies are shed by the dweller within the body, new bodies are donned by the dweller, like garments. Not wounded by weapons, not burned by fire, not dried by the wind, not wetted by water, such is the one. Not dried, not wetted, not burned, not wounded, innermost essence, everywhere, always, being of beings, changeless, eternal, for ever and ever. Bhagavad-Gita 2:22 |
siteless (OP) User ID: 1118659 Australia 10/03/2010 08:49 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | "Tell me one last thing," said Harry. "Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?" Dumbledore beamed at him, and his voice sounded loud and strong in Harry's ears even though the bright mist was descending again, obscuring his figure. "Of course it is happening inside your head Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?" {J. K. Rowling} I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books. I have begun to listen to the teachings my blood whispers to me: Thomas Mann There were no smooth seas there. |
siteless User ID: 1119099 Australia 10/04/2010 10:15 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Once beneath the soft weight of kiss she shivered and the earth quivered gentle. [link to www.youtube.com] Once beneath the soft weight of kiss she shivered and the airs breath quivered with warmth. [link to www.youtube.com] Once beneath the soft weight of kiss she quivered while autumn blushed. |
siteless User ID: 1119099 Australia 10/04/2010 10:35 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | ^^^^ [youtube] [link to www.youtube.com] ^^^^ hear listening to the night and the morning rushing up to dawn on us that sleep is scares and the week may be fierce, but not as fierce as... Love |
siteless User ID: 1119099 Australia 10/04/2010 10:56 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | [link to www.youtube.com] Out here nothin' changes Not in a hurry anyway You can feel the endlessness With the comin' of the light ‘o day You're talkin' bout a chosen place You wanna sell it in a marketplace Well Well just a minute now You're standin' on Solid rock Standin' on sacred ground Livin' on borrowed time And the winds of change Are blowin' down the line Right down the line Well round about the dawn of time The Dreaming all began A crowd of people came Well they were lookin' for their promised land We're runnin' from the heart of darkness Searchin' for the heart of light It was their paradise............... |
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siteless User ID: 1121377 Australia 10/07/2010 04:51 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | To a Dandelion. Blessings on thy sunny face, In my heart thou hast a place, Humble Dandelion! Forms more lovely are around thee, Purple violets surround thee,-- But I know thy honest heart Never felt a moment's smart At another's good or beauty,-- Ever at thy post of duty, Smiling on the great and small, Rich and poor, and wishing all Health, and happiness, and pleasure, Oh, thou art a golden treasure! I remember years ago, How I longed to see thee blow, Humble Dandelion! Through the meadows I would wander, O'er the verdant pastures yonder, Filling hands and filling lap, Till the teacher's rap, rap, rap, Sounding on the window sash Dreadful as a thunder crash, Galled me from my world ideal To a world how sad and real,-- From a laughing sky and brook To a dull old spelling-book; Then with treasures hid securely, To my seat I crept demurely. Childhood's careless days are o'er, Happy school days come no more, Humble Dandelion! Through a desert I am walking, Hope eluding, pleasure mocking, Every earthly fountain dry, Yet when thou didst meet mine eye, Something like a beam of gladness Did illuminate my sadness, And I hail thee as a friend Come a holiday to spend By the couch of pain and anguish. Where I suffer, moan and languish. When at length I sink to rest, And the turf is on my breast, Humble Dandelion! Wilt thou when the morning breaketh, And the balmy spring awaketh, Bud and blossom at a breath From the icy arms of death, Wilt thou smile upon my tomb? Drawing beauty from the gloom, Making life less dark and weary, Making death itself less dreary, Whispering in a gentle tone To the mourner sad and lone, Of a spring-time when the sleeper Will arise to bless the weeper? My Father made this beautiful world and gave me a heart to love his works. Oh, may I love Him better than all created things! The little plat of ground around our house is a great field of instruction and amusement to me. How little do I comprehend of all contained within it! I am glad I was not born in some great city-- where Nature had not been so kind and dear a friend. Source: "Canadian Wild Flowers," by Helen M. Johnson. |
siteless User ID: 1121377 Australia 10/07/2010 08:43 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | And there beyond the pillowy fray of night the room became star light and the birds sang. The morning sees these nails stain orange squeezing juice and the roof stain orange for another two pieces of burnt raisin toast.... :siteless. [link to www.youtube.com] |
siteless User ID: 1121377 Australia 10/07/2010 11:06 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | "Dreams of Heart" Dreams of heart and mind pass, Nothing stays with me too long, But I have had music from a child Within the deep solace of song; If that should ever leave me, Let me find death and stay With tunes played out forgotten Like the rain of yesterday. When out of the night I heard, Like the raging of the sea, This hushed and terrible sob Given out by all humanity. Then I thought, " who am I To scorn God to his face? I will bow my head and stay And suffer with my race." Sara Teasdale |