Favorite Poems?
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Recension Day - by Duncan Forbes
Unburn the boat, rebuild the bridge,
Reconsecrate the sacrilege,
Unspill the milk, decry the tears,
Turn back the clock, relive the years
Replace the smoke inside the fire,
Unite fulfilment with desire,
Undo the done, gainsay the said,
Revitalise the buried dead,
Revoke the penalty and the clause,
Reconstitute unwritten laws,
Repair the heart, untie the tongue,
Change faithless old to hopeful young,
Inure the body to disease
And help me to forget you please.
....and help me forget you please.
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“when you meet that person. a person. one of your soulmates. let the connection. relationship be what it is. it may be five mins. five hours. five days. five months. five years. a lifetime. let it manifest itself, the way it is meant to. it has an organic destiny. this way if it stays or if it leaves, you will be softer from having been loved this authentically. souls come into, return, open, and sweep through your life for a myriad of reasons, let them be who and what they are meant.” — nayyirah waheed0
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A few of my favorite poets are Frank O'Hara, Charles Bokowski (currently rereading Love is a dog from hell), Robert Frost, Walt Whitman, and Sylvia Plath. I have way too many fav poems to list but one that I am currently relating to is "My Heart" by Frank O'Hara.
I'm not going to cry all the time
nor shall I laugh all the time,
I don't prefer one "strain" to another.
I'd have the immediacy of a bad movie,
not just a sleeper, but also the big,
overproduced first-run kind. I want to be
at least as alive as the vulgar. And if
some aficionado of my mess says "That's
not like Frank!", all to the good! I
don't wear brown and grey suits all the time,
do I? No. I wear workshirts to the opera,
often. I want my feet to be bare,
I want my face to be shaven, and my heart--
you can't plan on the heart, but
the better part of it, my poetry, is open.0 -
Really anything in "salt." by Nayyirah Waheed0
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I love Rainer Maria Rilke, especially "You who never arrived."
You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don't even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of
the next moment. All the immense
images in me -- the far-off, deeply-felt
landscape, cities, towers, and bridges, and
unsuspected turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods --
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.
You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house -- and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon --
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and,
startled, gave back my too-sudden image.
Who knows? Perhaps the same
bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening...0 -
"Charlie Parker" & "Abraham" by Jack Kerouac, especially listening to him recite it over the recordings with Steve Allen.0
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The Happy Virus by Hafiz
“I caught the happy virus last night
When I was out singing beneath the stars.
It is remarkably contagious -
So kiss me.”0 -
There Once Was a Puffin
09/18/2013 · by Rara Saur · in athenaeum. ·
There Once Was a Puffin
By Florence Page Jaques
Oh, there once was a Puffin
Just the shape of a muffin,
And he lived on an island
In the bright blue sea!
He ate little fishes,
That were most delicious,
And he had them for supper
And he had them for tea.
But this poor little Puffin,
He couldn’t play nothin’,
For he hadn’t anybody
To play with at all.
So he sat on his island,
And he cried for awhile, and
He felt very lonely,
And he felt very small.
Then along came the fishes,
And they said, “If you wishes,
You can have us for playmates,
Instead of for tea!”
So they now play together,
In all sorts of weather,
And the Puffin eats pancakes,
Like you and like me.0 -
My favorite:
“He fumbles at your spirit
As players at the keys
Before they drop full music on;
He stuns you by degrees.
Prepares your brittle substance
For the ethereal blow
by fainter hammers, further heard,
Then nearer, then so slow
Your breath has time to straighten
Your brain to bubble cool,-
Deals one imperial thunderbolt
That scalps your naked soul.”
-Emily ****inson
LOL! I can't believe MFP sensored her name. That is so dumb.0 -
testing...My favorite:
“He fumbles at your spirit
As players at the keys
Before they drop full music on;
He stuns you by degrees.
Prepares your brittle substance
For the ethereal blow
by fainter hammers, further heard,
Then nearer, then so slow
Your breath has time to straighten
Your brain to bubble cool,-
Deals one imperial thunderbolt
That scalps your naked soul.”
-Emily ****inson
LOL! I can't believe MFP sensored her name. That is so dumb.
Emily Cockinson
ETA.... It accepts that. Awesome.0 -
Anything by Carolyn Forche, John Berryman, Countee Cullen, Langston Hughes, or Billy Collins.0
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Emily Cockinson
ETA.... It accepts that. Awesome.
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Because I feel bad now for being a rebel and "down with da man". This one actually is my fav.
LIFE, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall ?
Rapidly, merrily,
Life's sunny hours flit by,
Gratefully, cheerily,
Enjoy them as they fly !
What though Death at times steps in
And calls our Best away ?
What though sorrow seems to win,
O'er hope, a heavy sway ?
Yet hope again elastic springs,
Unconquered, though she fell;
Still buoyant are her golden wings,
Still strong to bear us well.
Manfully, fearlessly,
The day of trial bear,
For gloriously, victoriously,
Can courage quell despair !
-Charlotte Bronte0 -
Unfortunately, mine all circle around death -
Thanatopsis by William Cullen Bryant - http://www.poetry-archive.com/b/thanatopsis.html
and
Because I Could Not Stop For Death by Emily ****inson - http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/153950 -
Sabotage - Beastie Boys
Poetic and elegant0 -
this is my favorit
Rainbow Bridge
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
Author unknown...0 -
Because I feel bad now for being a rebel and "down with da man". This one actually is my fav.
LIFE, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall ?
Rapidly, merrily,
Life's sunny hours flit by,
Gratefully, cheerily,
Enjoy them as they fly !
What though Death at times steps in
And calls our Best away ?
What though sorrow seems to win,
O'er hope, a heavy sway ?
Yet hope again elastic springs,
Unconquered, though she fell;
Still buoyant are her golden wings,
Still strong to bear us well.
Manfully, fearlessly,
The day of trial bear,
For gloriously, victoriously,
Can courage quell despair !
-Charlotte Bronte
Sorry I was looking at your boobs while trying to read this. What you say?0 -
worst note someone could get : Roses Are Red, Violets are Blue, Today is the day I am breaking up with you. :frown:0
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I like cockinson0
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Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.0 -
I bet you do!I like cockinson0 -
I like poetry
I especially like poetry from homerjspartan *swoon*
Hi Jeremy 0 -
T.S. Eliot – The Hollow Men
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar.
Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.
II
Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death’s dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind’s singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.
Let me be no nearer
In death’s dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer—
Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom
III
This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man’s hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.
Is it like this
In death’s other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.
IV
The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death’s twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.
V
Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o’clock in the morning.
Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long
Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.0 -
Lies. I have no boobs. Or *kitten*. Nothing to see here.Because I feel bad now for being a rebel and "down with da man". This one actually is my fav.
LIFE, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall ?
Rapidly, merrily,
Life's sunny hours flit by,
Gratefully, cheerily,
Enjoy them as they fly !
What though Death at times steps in
And calls our Best away ?
What though sorrow seems to win,
O'er hope, a heavy sway ?
Yet hope again elastic springs,
Unconquered, though she fell;
Still buoyant are her golden wings,
Still strong to bear us well.
Manfully, fearlessly,
The day of trial bear,
For gloriously, victoriously,
Can courage quell despair !
-Charlotte Bronte
Sorry I was looking at your boobs while trying to read this. What you say?0 -
Dante, Inferno, also Michelangelo.
Dylan Thomas.
Lots of stuff by Neruda.
Carver's short stories are almost lyrical...
...lines in Shakespeare that qualify: "To sleep, perchance to dream..."
and this one:
"Two foods appeared as logging choices in my MFP diary
and I, being the wiser, chose the won with fewer calories so I could eat more.
And that has made all the difference."0 -
She's standing o'er the valley
She's hiding in the cliff
If you refuse to dally
She'll act as though she's deaf
But call her and she'll call you
Curse her and she'll curse you
You can't win if you argue
The last word's always hers
"Echo" by Ai Qing
One of the few poems I have committed to memory. I've known a few women that can hang on to that last line pretty well.0 -
I like poetry
I especially like poetry from homerjspartan *swoon*
Hi Jeremy
Liane is my favorite pudding pop
Thinking of her makes my heart pound nonstop
Whether here or away
In my heart she will stay
Especially when she is on top0 -
I like poetry
I especially like poetry from homerjspartan *swoon*
Hi Jeremy
Liane is my favorite pudding pop
Thinking of her makes my heart pound nonstop
Whether here or away
In my heart she will stay
Especially when she is on top 0 -
I like poetry
I especially like poetry from homerjspartan *swoon*
Hi Jeremy
Liane is my favorite pudding pop
Thinking of her makes my heart pound nonstop
Whether here or away
In my heart she will stay
Especially when she is on top
Bravoooo...bravisimo!!!0 -
How about a toast that's a poem
Here's to you, Here's to me
Here's to friends we'll always be
And if, by chance, we disagree
To hell with you and here's to me
:drinker: :drinker: :drinker: :drinker: :drinker:0
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