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Location: United Kingdom | It's a 'nonsence poem, which thinks I mean, you can make of it what you want to. Just sent as a light-hearted jape, Alice etc is such a lovely read ... sorry, no offence mant at all, on the cotnrary - fun and lauighter
ye olde derelict knight too far from the East & high seas x |
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Location: United Kingdom | ... and lovely poem ... x |
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Location: United Kingdom | THE GREAT LOVER
by
RUPERT BROOKE
I have been so great a lover: filled my days
So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise,
The pain, the calm, and the astonishment,
Desire illimitable, and still content,
And all dear names men use, to cheat despair,
For the perplexed and viewless streams that bear
Our hearts at random down the dark of life.
Now, ere the unthinking silence on that strife
Steals down, I would cheat drowsy Death so far,
My night shall be remembered for a star
That outshone all the suns of all men's days.
Shall I not crown them with immortal praise
Whom I have loved, who have given me, dared with me
High secrets, and in darkness knelt to see
The inenarrable godhead of delight?
Love is a flame; -- we have beaconed the world's night.
A city: -- and we have built it, these and I.
An emperor: -- we have taught the world to die.
So, for their sakes I loved, ere I go hence,
And the high cause of Love's magnificence,
And to keep loyalties young, I'll write those names
Golden for ever, eagles, crying flames,
And set them as a banner, that men may know,
To dare the generations, burn, and blow
Out on the wind of Time, shining and streaming....
These I have loved:
White plates and cups, clean-gleaming,
Ringed with blue lines; and feathery, faery dust;
Wet roofs, beneath the lamp-light; the strong crust
Of friendly bread; and many-tasting food;
Rainbows; and the blue bitter smoke of wood;
And radiant raindrops couching in cool flowers;
And flowers themselves, that sway through sunny hours,
Dreaming of moths that drink them under the moon;
Then, the cool kindliness of sheets, that soon
Smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss
Of blankets; grainy wood; live hair that is
Shining and free; blue-massing clouds; the keen
Unpassioned beauty of a great machine;
The benison of hot water; furs to touch;
The good smell of old clothes; and other such --
The comfortable smell of friendly fingers,
Hair's fragrance, and the musty reek that lingers
About dead leaves and last year's ferns....
Dear names,
And thousand other throng to me! Royal flames;
Sweet water's dimpling laugh from tap or spring;
Holes in the ground; and voices that do sing;
Voices in laughter, too; and body's pain,
Soon turned to peace; and the deep-panting train;
Firm sands; the little dulling edge of foam
That browns and dwindles as the wave goes home;
And washen stones, gay for an hour; the cold
Graveness of iron; moist black earthen mould;
Sleep; and high places; footprints in the dew;
And oaks; and brown horse-chestnuts, glossy-new;
And new-peeled sticks; and shining pools on grass; --
All these have been my loves. And these shall pass,
Whatever passes not, in the great hour,
Nor all my passion, all my prayers, have power
To hold them with me through the gate of Death.
They'll play deserter, turn with the traitor breath,
Break the high bond we made, and sell Love's trust
And sacramented covenant to the dust.
---- Oh, never a doubt but, somewhere, I shall wake,
And give what's left of love again, and make
New friends, now strangers....
But the best I've known,
Stays here, and changes, breaks, grows old, is blown
About the winds of the world, and fades from brains
Of living men, and dies.
Nothing remains.
O dear my loves, O faithless, once again
This one last gift I give: that after men
Shall know, and later lovers, far-removed,
Praise you, "All these were lovely"; say, "He loved."
Rupert Brooke, Mataiea, 1914
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Location: California | Transcendence put out the incense
i do not wish to disturb
this gentle silence
with superb thoughts.
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Location: United Kingdom | Lovely evocative poem Cara, thanks for taking the risk of posting ... I guess you do know don't you, that 'quick', originally meant, living, or alive ? |
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Location: United Kingdom | ... and in the vein of old threads gone but not forgotten, here's another ... started by dear NE ... and here's a little addition from me before signing off for today:
Searching for You
I lost myself
Losing myself
You found me
(I'm not sure that's 100% original, but not consciously plagiarised ... if there is a source, happy to know it ... then again, it is very hard to write purely original mystical poetry, as the Ultimate Source remains constant ...)
Namaste |
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Location: United Kingdom | Interesting spiritual poetry web-site here for anyone interested ...
http://www.allspirit.co.uk/index.html |
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Location: Hirosaki, Japan | Some Haiku I wrote tonight.
Pondering the soul?
Rather, listen to the sound
of no breeze blowing.
A vast emptiness.
What are we before we are?
Behold, your true face! |
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| We are, always. |
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Location: United Kingdom | Katsu
(hope I got that right!)
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Location: Arizona | That's the name of the restaurant I got spicy seafood noodle soup from last night!
And it was poetry, alright! :-)
Those spices had me traveling in my dreams to faraway lands....I was exhausted when I woke up...jet lag...yeeks aahaha
Edited by instinctual 10/4/2008 10:27 AM
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Location: United Kingdom | Awaking
We go to sleep
Arising
We fall down
Edited by Paul Joseph 10/4/2008 3:13 PM
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Location: Moscow, ID | {Shard} of 'Past'
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imagine; dark, silent winter
where the water follows a song
music that colors the inside of the heart black.
Born as one,
Fed flowers of nighttime
it came to me
whispering,
Walk with me.
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This was written with spare words, the little magnetic sort that one usually has on the fridge. These were on the front door of a friend's house.
I bet I looked pretty strange standing there for an hour. |
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Location: United Kingdom | dear Draco Platina
Warmest greetings
Absolutely honestly, your post took my breath away, made me catch the back of my throat.
Mazel Tov
(ps, don't often hear the word, 'shard' these days .. one of my favourite words as it happens; as in , sword shards, etc: warrior stuff)
Edited by Paul Joseph 10/10/2008 6:55 PM
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Location: Moscow, ID | Remainder of {Past}
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I flew,
winged as I once was,
to end the days of love.
Gladly cocooned in hate
I so clouded the sun.
And I saw my hands,
that they had rained down red
upon the cool white snow. |
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| hi draco,your poetry is very profound,thankyou for posting it,i look forward in the future to more,love irisx |
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Location: United Kingdom | Beautiful |
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Location: Kansas | What weight of immeasureable time
Presses it burden on my soul?
Through the levels of the ages
Through the time that IS and WAS
This over-lapping being called I
Seeking microscopic answers
To the spaces in my mind. |
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Location: United Kingdom | "Like the images unwind
in the circles of your mind "
Nice poetry, grassrootsmystic
hello and welcome all the way from Kansas !
& is and was is Now and ever shall Be
nevermore than you or me |
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Location: Kansas | Hi Paul Joseph and thank you for welcoming me. Actually that was a very very old poem of mine. I saw that the site had not had much input for a while and it made me sad, that is the poem that came to my mind. Very happy to have found the UMS and the discussion boards! |
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Location: Kansas | Listen to the no words of your universe
And follow them unswayingly throughout
They'll lead you on a journey yet unrealized
By common conscience minds perceived as whole |
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Location: South Central Wisconsin | Reflections( me-1993)
A wolf's chilling cry
Grandmother moon to awake
A deep indigo sky
As I dream of my fate.
I see barren trees
Heavy laden with snow
Winter's icy grip
The seed that won't grow
I see a smoke cloud rising
In it a prayer
The drums in the distance
A heartbeat of fear
The clouds embrace the earth
With their icy touch
They swirl around me
Even my heart they touch
As a cry escaped my lips
I turned to see
The wolf's image in the water
Was the soul of me
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Location: United Kingdom | Lovely MarshaZ and grassrootsmystic that this thread continues to live ....
great soul-work
thanx |
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Location: Nigeria | poetry is of the soul...
Edited by Danjummai 10/24/2008 4:14 PM
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Location: United Kingdom | ... and last but not least, for now anyhow (sorry about that dreadful rhyme), here is the poetry for the soul thread ... just to welcome you further on Board ...
blessings - need to log off and get dinner ready (17.05 here, pitch black and pouring with rain !) |
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Poetry for the soul
