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    Posted: 23-Sep-2011 at 16:32
Who Stands for the dead? (Chookie)

Who stands for the dead

Who fell in your wars?
Who stands for the dead
Who believed in your lies
Who stands for the dead?
Who did no-one harm
Who stands for the dead?
Who fell in their millions
Who stands for the dead?
Who died of your greed
Who stands for the dead?
Who died in their homes
Who stands for the dead?
Who died of your bombs
Who stands for the dead?
Who died by your mines
Who stands for the dead?
Who fell in your wars?
Who stands for the dead?

We stand for the dead

Who are disgusted by war
We stand for the dead
Who despise all your greed
We stand for the dead
Although we may fall
We stand for the dead
We who remain,
We stand for the dead.
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Adoration

Let me adore your face with my eyes
Let me adore you
Let me adore your skin with my palms
Let me adore you
Let me adore your figure and voice
Let me adore you
Let me adore you in words on my choice
Let me adore you
Let me adore you in colors and roses
Let me adore you

Let me  adore you till all days are gone
And my eyes are closed.
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The Weakling
 
I died in sin and forthwith went to Hell;
I made myself at home upon the coals
Where seas of flame break on the cinder shoals.
Till Satan came and said with angry yell,
"You there - divulge what route by which you fell."
"I spent my youth among the flowing bowls,
"Wasted my life with women of dark souls,
"Died brothel-fighting - drunk on muscatel."

Said he, "My friend, you've been directed wrong:
"You've naught to recommend you for our feasts -
"Like factory owners, brokers, elders, priests;
"The air for you! This place is for the strong!
"Then as I pondered, minded to rebel,
He laughed and forthwith kicked me out of Hell.

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Invictus
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.
                   
 
                   William Ernest Henley. 1849–1903


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That's one of my all time favorite poems, CentrixSmile. Thank you for posting it.
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Where All Winds Meet

All winds meet
Where all directions do -

In the middle of time and space
In the middle on knowledge and race
In the middle of all we are
In the middle of close and far

In the middle of life and death
In the middle of work and theft
In the middle of life's years course
In the middle of everyday choice

All winds meet in that point
After which there is no recoil.
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Originally posted by Don Quixote

That's one of my all time favorite poems, CentrixSmile. Thank you for posting it.
 
 
Well and so you would like WB Yeats Sailing to Byzantium. I posted it in the Celtic isles thread started by my old pard...Míċeál Ó Coileáin.
 
 
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THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE

By William Butler Yeats

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core
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Originally posted by Centrix Vigilis

Originally posted by Don Quixote

That's one of my all time favorite poems, CentrixSmile. Thank you for posting it.
 
 
Well and so you would like WB Yeats Sailing to Byzantium. I posted it in the Celtic isles thread started by my old pard...Míċeál Ó Coileáin.
 
 
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I know it...it's definitely a good addition to the forum. I'll take a look at the Celtic thread, thanks for the heads-upSmile. What is it's name and where am I to look for it?


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Originally posted by Centrix Vigilis

My error. Look here. http://www.allempires.com/forum/forum_posts.asp?TID=30293&KW=&PID=654922#654922

Thanks, CentrixSmile! I would never be able to find it , I was looking for a thread that includes "Celtic" in it's name.
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So many years, so many tears - tears of hate
So many whens, so many whys, so much to bet
So many things said, so many regrets
So many things done blind on the run
So many ,so many cut ties ,so many heard lies
So much desperation, so much desolation
Procrastination, deep isolation
Hard goings further a step short on murder
So many bites, overdone rites and broken flights
So many lost kites and half-won fights.

After all this can I still be me?
I don't want redemption I don't want forgiveness
Just want to be free
Of it all.
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The Ballad of the Inchcape Rock (Robert Southey)

No stir in the air, no stir in the sea,
The ship was still as she could be,

Her sails from heaven received no motion,
Her keel was steady in the ocean.

Without either sign or sound of their shock
The waves flow’d over the Inchcape Rock;

So little they rose, so little they fell,
They did not move the Inchcape Bell.

The Abbot of Aberbrothok
Had placed that bell on the Inchcape Rock;

On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung,
And over the waves its warning rung.


When the Rock was hid by the surge’s swell,
The mariners heard the warning bell;

And then they knew the perilous Rock,
And blest the Abbot of Aberbrothok.

The Sun in heaven was shining gay,
All things were joyful on that day;

The sea-birds scream’d as they wheel’d round,
And there was joyaunce in their sound.

The buoy of the Inchcape Bell was seen
A darker speck on the ocean green;

Sir Ralph the Rover walk’d his deck,
And he fix’d his eye on the darker speck.

He felt the cheering power of spring,
It made him whistle, it made him sing;

His heart was mirthful to excess,
But the Rover’s mirth was wickedness.

His eye was on the Inchcape float;
Quoth he, “My men, put out the boat,

And row me to the Inchcape Rock,
And I’ll plague the Abbot of Aberbrothok.”

The boat is lower’d, the boatmen row,
And to the Inchcape Rock they go;

Sir Ralph bent over from the boat,
And he cut the Bell from the Inchcape float.

Down sunk the Bell with a gurgling sound,
The bubbles rose and burst around;

Quoth Sir Ralph, “The next who comes to the Rock
Won’t bless the Abbot of Aberbrothok.”

Sir Ralph the Rover sail’d away,

He scour’d the seas for many a day;
And now grown rich with plunder’d store,

He steers his course for Scotland’s shore.

So thick a haze o’erspreads the sky

They cannot see the Sun on high;
The wind hath blown a gale all day,

At evening it hath died away.

On the deck the Rover takes his stand,

So dark it is they see no land.
Quoth Sir Ralph, “It will be lighter soon,
For there is the dawn of the rising Moon.”

Canst hear,” said one, “the breakers roar?
For methinks we should be near the shore.”

Now where we are I cannot tell,
But I wish I could hear the Inchcape Bell.”

They hear no sound, the swell is strong;
Though the wind hath fallen they drift along,
Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock, —

Oh Christ! it is the Inchcape Rock!”

Sir Ralph the Rover tore his hair;

He curst himself in his despair;
The waves rush in on every side,

The ship is sinking beneath the tide.

But even in his dying fear

One dreadful sound could the Rover hear,
A sound as if with the Inchcape Bell,

The Devil below was ringing his knell.
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  Quote Centrix Vigilis Quote  Post ReplyReply Direct Link To This Post Posted: 30-Sep-2011 at 12:47
Alas Chookie... not many remember the 'Lake Poet' types...the poor heathen, intellectually deprived bastards....
 
but I do.Wink
 
Besides it's good warrior type stuff.Thumbs Up


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In fact, puts me in mind...on my day off... of this:
 
 
                                                       The Ghost Kings

 
 
The ghost kings are marching; the midnight knows their tread,
From the distant, stealthy planets of the dim, unstable dead;
There are whisperings on the night-winds and the shuddering stars have fled.

A ghostly trumpet echoes from a barren mountainhead;
Through the fen the wandering witch-lights gleam like phantom arrows sped;
There is silence in the valleys and the moon is rising red.

The ghost kings are marching down the ages' dusty maze;
The unseen feet are tramping through the moonlight's pallid haze,
Down the hollow clanging stairways of a million yesterdays.

The ghost kings are marching, where the vague moon-vapor creeps,
While the night-wind to their coming, like a thund'rous herald sweeps;
They are clad in ancient grandeur, but the world, unheeding, sleeps.

by Robert Ervin Howard

 


Edited by Centrix Vigilis - 30-Sep-2011 at 12:51
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The Blessing Tree 

The blessing tree speaks loud to me,
The older gods are there today,
For never have they gone away,
The blessing trees, the sacred wells,
The cloth, the coin, the broken sword,
With wine and bread, the holy word,
The blessing tree, which is no tree,
The sacred wells which cure all ills,
The coin is given in thanks to god,
The cloth to honour the bounteous earth,
The sword to calm the fiery heart,
The wine and bread, for ancient worth,
And offered all to the sacred earth.

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The Widow of Glencoe (W. E. Aytoun)

Do not lift him from the bracken,
Leave him lying where he fell—
Better bier ye cannot fashion:
None beseems him half so well
As the bare and broken heather,
And the hard and trampled sod,
Whence his angry soul ascended
To the judgment-seat of God!
Winding-sheet we cannot give him—
Seek no mantle for the dead,
Save the cold and spotless covering
Showered from heaven upon his head.
Leave his broadsword, as we found it,
Bent and broken with the blow,
That, before he died, avenged him
On the foremost of the foe.
Leave the blood upon his bosom—
Wash not off that sacred stain:
Let it stiffen on the tartan,
Let his wounds unclosed remain,
Till the day when he shall show them
At the throne of God on high,
When the murderer and the murdered

Meet before their Judge's eye!
Nay—ye should not weep, my children!
Leave it to the faint and weak;
Sobs are but a woman's weapon—
Tears befit a maiden's cheek.
Weep not, children of Macdonald!
Weep not thou, his orphan heir—
Not in shame, but stainless honour,
Lies thy slaughtered father there.
Weep not—but when years are over,
And thine arm is strong and sure,
And thy foot is swift and steady
On the mountain and the muir—
Let thy heart be hard as iron,
And thy wrath as fierce as fire,
Till the hour when vengeance cometh
For the race that slew thy sire;
Till in deep and dark Glenlyon
Rise a louder shriek of woe
Than at midnight, from their eyrie,
Scared the eagles of Glencoe;
Louder than the screams that mingled
With the howling of the blast,
When the murderer's steel was clashing,
And the fires were rising fast;
When thy noble father bounded
To the rescue of his men,
And the slogan of our kindred
Pealed throughout the startled glen;
When the herd of frantic women
Stumbled through the midnight snow,
With their fathers' houses blazing
And their dearest dead below.
Oh, the horror of the tempest,
As the flashing drift was blown,
Crimsoned with the conflagration,
And the roofs went thundering down!
Oh, the prayers—the prayers and curses
That together winged their flight
From the maddened hearts of many
Through that long and woeful night!
Till the fires began to dwindle,
And the shots grew faint and few,
And we heard the foeman's challenge
Only in a far halloo;
Till the silence once more settled
O'er the gorges of the glen,
Broken only by the Cona
Plunging through its naked den.
Slowly from the mountain-summit
Was the drifting veil withdrawn,
And the ghastly valley glimmered
In the gray December dawn.
Better had the morning never
Dawned upon our dark despair!
Black amidst the common whiteness
Rose the spectral ruins there:
But the sight of these was nothing
More than wrings the wild dove's breast,
When she searches for her offspring
Round the relics of her nest.
For in many a spot the tartan
Peered above the wintry heap,
Marking where a dead Macdonald
Lay within his frozen sleep.
Tremblingly we scooped the covering
From each kindred victim's head,
And the living lips were burning
On the cold ones of the dead.
And I left them with their dearest—
Dearest charge had everyone—
Left the maiden with her lover,
Left the mother with her son.
I alone of all was mateless—
Far more wretched I than they,
For the snow would not discover
Where my lord and husband lay.
But I wandered up the valley
Till I found him lying low,
With the gash upon his bosom,
And the frown upon his brow—
Till I found him lying murdered
Where he wooed me long ago.

Woman's weakness shall not shame me;
Why should I have tears to shed?
Could I rain them down like water,
O my hero, on thy head,
Could the cry of lamentation
Wake thee from thy silent sleep,
Could it set thy heart a-throbbing,
It were mine to wail and weep.
But I will not waste my sorrow,
Lest the Campbell women say
That the daughters of Clanranald
Are as weak and frail as they.
I had wept thee hadst thou fallen,
Like our fathers, on thy shield,
When a host of English foemen
Camped upon a Scottish field;
I had mourned thee hadst thou perished
With the foremost of his name,
When the valiant and the noble
Died around the dauntless Græme.
But I will not wrong thee, husband!
With my unavailing cries,
Whilst thy cold and mangled body,
Stricken by the traitor, lies;
Whilst he counts the gold and glory
That this hideous night has won,
And his heart is big with triumph
At the murder he has done.
Other eyes than mine shall glisten,
Other hearts be rent in twain,
Ere the heathbells on thy hillock
Wither in the autumn rain.
Then I'll seek thee where thou sleepest,
And I'll veil my weary head,
Praying for a place beside thee,
Dearer than my bridal-bed:
And I'll give thee tears, my husband,
If the tears remain to me,
When the widows of the foemen
Cry the coronach for thee.



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                 The Ride

Seven there were when they rode that road

Six were young and one was old.

 

Across broken and barren blasts of waste

Seven long days with no slack in pace.

 
Until finally there on the desert floor

Lie the opening to a fabled door.

With a word the locks were sprung

And with a great shout they went down the run.

Great horses snorting and and stamping of feet

Into the gloom they do leap.

Seven there were on that ghastly ride

demons and wraiths wailing at every side.

''Courage men’’ the old one said

''for they be not.. but the broken dead.’’

And so axes and swords and shields did sing

A song of war.. Ah.. how it did ring.

Till finally they stood before the prize

But lo one more fight before them lie.

The tale tis to grim to state that fight

But when it was done… it was the full of night.

Now back up that grim and rocky run

Their work.. hard and valiant.. now near done.

Into the night they leaped from the door

But where there had been seven.. now only four.

Far below they could hear the keens and the sounds

coming up that well.

So one must stand.. that the others live to tell.

With a smile the old one drew his great sword

and with a nod to each..strode back down into hell.

Back again into that foul dank well.

For long they could hear his mighty shouts

and of the ring of his steel.. there were no doubts.

And then in the final silence

with a groan.. the door gave in.

Collapsing and swallowing the demon hoard within.

And so they rode away into the break of day

Each heart was heavy with no words to say.

And now to her tower they do ride

to tell of those who fought and died.

 

And lo..on her stand by a window bright

Stands the prize… for which they fought all night

More fair and beauteous then beaten gold

Stands one.. blood red.. crystal

rose.

 

 

 



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Revenge

There is no sweet revenge -
Revenge is always bitter,
The bitterest when it comes
To replace something sweetest

The sharpest where it was softest
Before it come it had to come about
And hurts the most the one soul whom
It was suppose to help around.

There is no Knife, no Rope, no Gun
To kill one's soul so rending
As well as one's Revenge will
Avenge the one revenging.
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Love is Blue
Blue, blue, my world is blue
Blue is my world now I'm without you
Gray, gray, my life is gray
Cold is my heart since you went away

Red, red, my eyes are red
Crying for you alone in my bed
Green, green, my jealous heart
I doubted you and now we're apart

When we met how the bright sun shone
Then love died, now the rainbow is gone

Black, black, the nights I've known
Longing for you so lost and alone
 
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