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Topic: A Poem a Day 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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Posted: 23-Sep-2011 at 22:06 |
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. DQ
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Posted: 24-Sep-2011 at 04:07 |
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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Posted: 26-Sep-2011 at 14:56 |
OUT of the night that covers me, |
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Black as the Pit from pole to pole, |
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For my unconquerable soul. |
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In the fell clutch of circumstance |
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I have not winced nor cried aloud. |
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Under the bludgeonings of chance |
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My head is bloody, but unbowed. |
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Beyond this place of wrath and tears |
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Looms but the Horror of the shade, |
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And yet the menace of the years |
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Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. |
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It matters not how strait the gate, |
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How charged with punishments the scroll, |
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I am the master of my fate: |
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I am the captain of my soul.
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William Ernest Henley. 1849–1903 |
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Posted: 26-Sep-2011 at 16:30 |
That's one of my all time favorite poems, Centrix . Thank you for posting it.
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Posted: 26-Sep-2011 at 16:37 |
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. DQ
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Posted: 26-Sep-2011 at 16:40 |
Originally posted by Don Quixote
That's one of my all time favorite poems, Centrix. 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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Posted: 26-Sep-2011 at 18:24 |
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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Posted: 26-Sep-2011 at 19:02 |
Originally posted by Centrix Vigilis
Originally posted by Don Quixote
That's one of my all time favorite poems, Centrix. 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-up . What is it's name and where am I to look for it?
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Posted: 27-Sep-2011 at 02:13 |
Thanks, Centrix ! 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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Posted: 27-Sep-2011 at 02:30 |
... 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. DQ
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Posted: 29-Sep-2011 at 16:12 |
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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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.
Besides it's good warrior type stuff.
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Posted: 30-Sep-2011 at 12:48 |
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.
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Posted: 30-Sep-2011 at 18:54 |
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. (Chookie)
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Posted: 06-Oct-2011 at 14:07 |
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. DQ
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Love is BlueBlue, 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 Paul Mauriat
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