thank you for that, immortal. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! one my fave poets...ee cummings... since feeling is first since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry —the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids' flutter which says we are for each other: then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life's not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis
I think you may be too old for me Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Or perhaps just a little too bold I lapse the memory Can we put these gestures on hold? I hope not for you.
A Puppy's Tale The first thing she remembered upon opening her eyes Dreams of emerald green fields and sapphire blue skies Of running through the long grass with brothers and sisters by her side She wished they were still with her, not gone off to hide But she had a new home now and other friends to make The little puppy never cried, just wagged her tail and smiled For her new owners really loved her, In their new home by the lake. As time passed by the puppy grew and had a family of her own, Oh how she loved her puppies as she watched them play and roam But then a strange fear set in as the puppies started to grow For it seemed she must already somehow know Then the puppies all left for new homes of their own Though she herself was once a little puppy now all big and grown She felt the pain of tears as she was now left all alone.
Roses are red Violets are blue Don't mock the banned Or next...could be you Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Violets are not blue. Not sure why the original poet ever started that. :/
Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! The poet may have wanted to express sky by the use of the word blue Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! <*>
A Noiseless Patient Spider By Walt Whitman "A noiseless, patient spider, I mark’d, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated; Mark’d how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding, It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself; Ever unreeling them—ever tirelessly speeding them. And you, O my Soul, where you stand, Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space, Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing,—seeking the spheres, to connect them; Till the bridge you will need, be form’d—till the ductile anchor hold; Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my Soul." Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
As I walk through the Valley of Death I tread careful. Never to crush roses red or violets blue. For I fear evil.
Oh God! Why don't you hook her up with a link to your infamous Mercury thread. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
you two are cute ^^ Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Imagine, by John Lennon... Imagine there's no heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people living for today Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too Imagine all the people living life in peace You, you may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one I hope some day you'll join us And the world will be as one Imagine no possessions I wonder if you can No need for greed or hunger A brotherhood of man Imagine all the people sharing all the world You, you may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one I hope some day you'll join us And the world will live as one
John Lennon rejected religion, you know. "Imagine", has been described as an atheist anthem. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Beauty The planet. He's a little...er, um, um...kooky. Apparent Retrograde Motion Have a good one!
Mercury is a heavy metal. In good olde time I might. I'm not sure about it just yet. But where is the poetry in that?
lol i know. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! but, sometimes, i wonder too. if there weren't all these divisions. it isn't what God had in mind. hugs to you trooper, hope you are well. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
Oh, sorry. I thought it was fictional prose poetry. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Not really. It was just a way to prepare her for your creepiness kookiness. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Did you know that Edgar Allan Poe combined space and time into a single continuum in his poem Eureka? To the few who love me and whom I love -- to those who feel rather than to those who think -- to the dreamers and those who put faith in dreams as in the only realities -- I offer this Book of Truths, not in its character of Truth-Teller, but for the Beauty that abounds in its Truth; constituting it true. To these I present the composition as an Art-Product alone:- let us say as a Romance; or, if I be not urging too lofty a claim, as a Poem. What I here propound is true:- * therefore it cannot die:- or if by any means it be now trodden down so that it die, it will "rise again to the Life Everlasting." Nevertheless it is as a Poem only that I wish this work to be judged after I am dead. “A rational cause for the phaenomenon, I maintain that Astronomy has palpably failed to assign: -- but the considerations through which, in this Essay, we have proceeded step by step, enable us clearly and immediately to perceive that Space and Duration are one.”
I liked to read the Edgar Allen Poe writing Sir Trooper Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! here is a latest of mine. *************************** *Shedding Wine Like Wildflowers* Ladened my vice with sticks of words on a hand drum. quiet I was seen by my love. O' new land. lead me to the love song. my match burnt. it's all shaved ice. and you. sweet syrups... quiet I was seen.. by my love. a banner in the sky with words I Love Like Sugar & Spice. O' new Land. *************************
Well done, Anew! I'm not sure why but it reminded me of "DACÃ". If If you could ever Measure the immeasurable, Take in the boundlessness And, walking across nothingness, Be neither one nor the other; If you could ever Be love without loving, Be hope without hoping, Be speech without speaking, Be thought without thinking; If you could ever Hear the unheard, Look into the unseen And learn the unknown- Would there be a new beginning? -Elena Liliana Popescu
