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Paul Joseph
Posted 9/15/2008 6:05 PM (#10228)
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.... Down quietly, good Moon

... Down softly into

.. Our sweet darkness

. Torment not

The torrent

That is the torrential night

Nor yet hurricane us with

Thine tempests.

Be still

And let, thine Self

Be loved.

Beloved x

Go far

Follow yonder star

Upon star, beyond stratosphere

And Void

Find thine own voice

Such that light is darkened by Thine

Shadow, glowing, light and brightly,

... Just be, You, my Love, Be You xx

Edited by Paul Joseph 9/15/2008 6:09 PM
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Rose
Posted 9/16/2008 6:59 AM (#10235 - in reply to #10228)
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Location: No I'm not impersonating a cat! I'm a laughing Owl
THOU hast thy calling to some palace-floor,
Most gracious singer of high poems! where
The dancers will break footing, from the care
Of watching up thy pregnant lips for more.
And dost thou life this house's latch too poor
For hand of thine? and canst thou think and bear
To let thy music drop here unaware
In folds of golden fulness at my door?
Look up and see the casement broken in,
The bats and owlets builders in the roof!
My cricket chirps against thy mandolin.
Hush, call no echo up in further proof
Of desolation! there's a voice within
That weeps... as thou sing...alone, aloof.

I LIFE my heavy heart up solemnly,
As once Electra her supulchral urn,
And, looking in thine eyes, I overturn
The ashes at thy feet. Behold and see
What a great heap of grief lay hid in me,
And how the red wild sparkles dimly burn
Through the ashen greyness. If thy foot in scorn
Could tread them out to darkness utterly,
It might be well perhaps. But if instead
Thou wait beside me for the wind to blow
The grey dust up,... those laurels on thine head
O my Beloved, will not shield thee so,
That none of all the fires shall scorch and shred
The hair beneath. Stand farther off then! go.

Elizabeth and Robert Browning
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Paul Joseph
Posted 9/16/2008 7:23 AM (#10238 - in reply to #10235)
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Wow Rose, owls, bats and Electra all in one poem ... fascinating juxtapositioning !
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Rose
Posted 9/16/2008 9:03 PM (#10268 - in reply to #10238)
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I absolutely love these poetry "sharing" threads....hope we share more. I will keep looking through my collection. Nothing more soothing to my soul than that of well sung words on a page.....
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Paul Joseph
Posted 9/17/2008 4:16 AM (#10273 - in reply to #10268)
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ok Rose ... 10/4 !
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Paul Joseph
Posted 9/17/2008 9:22 AM (#10277 - in reply to #10273)
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By the way, i had a specificity in mind when the Moon verse was evoked
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Paul Joseph
Posted 9/17/2008 1:53 PM (#10278 - in reply to #10268)
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How about this one dear Rose et al? Not sure that we have yet had it, but may have and forgotten .. !
(I think it would have been better if he had stopped at the first stanza, but that may just be me; I have this copied down years ago in my 'common-place' book)

We Are the Music-Makers

We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams.
World-losers and world-forsakers,
Upon whom the pale moon gleams;
Yet we are the movers and shakers,
Of the world forever, it seems.

With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down.

We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.

Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-are-the-music-makers/


Edited by Paul Joseph 9/17/2008 1:54 PM
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kukla2555
Posted 9/17/2008 3:54 PM (#10284 - in reply to #10228)
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Thanks, but you totally lost me! Lol
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RedQueenGenesis
Posted 9/17/2008 5:11 PM (#10287 - in reply to #10228)
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While we are sharing poetry, I thought I'd share some of mine...

I haven't been feeling very inspired lately... but here goes nothin'!

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The Mad Scientist stays up late
Reconstructing the perfect mate
If you believe in nurture
His plot is in vain
If you believe in nature
He can play God just the same

The Mad Scientist stays up late
Breaking down the laws of fate
His whole world’s a contradiction to him
And he fights to change the wind
A skeptic, a doubter is all he’s been
He lives to live his life in sin

The Mad Scientist stays up late
Conversing with the devil snake
He says my mind is yours to train
And the snake answers, “Yes, of course”
I, The Scientist want knowledge of the human brain
And the snake fills him with remorse

The Mad Scientist stays up late
Setting his traps with ideal bait
For this creature honey
For this creature power
For some prefer money
And others flowers

The Mad Scientist stays up late
Mapping out the human traits
Our continuous question “Why?”
That always fills our heads
Why do we live and why do we die?
And what happens when we’re dead?

At last the Mad Scientist goes to bed
Denying everything he’s said
It’s a tedious way to spend his time
He’s consumed with the human might
He never regrets his crime
He’ll start again tomorrow night


Edited by RedQueenGenesis 9/17/2008 5:12 PM
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Supernatural3
Posted 9/17/2008 5:11 PM (#10288 - in reply to #10228)
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yeah, not really my cup of tea either, but I am sure it's beautiful to those who really dig poetry.

I love lyrics to songs... but I guess it's the music and personal relation to them that brings meaning to it all.

Blessings


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Paul Joseph
Posted 9/18/2008 3:34 AM (#10293 - in reply to #10228)
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Thanks RQG - Dr Strangelove strikes again ?!

Sorry for the losing thing ... I can get carried away by the associations some times. Will try to calm down.
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