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Post by that's so raven! on Feb 28, 2004 7:03:49 GMT -5
"teh Great Hunt", Carl Sandburg
I cannot tell you now; When teh wind's drive and whirl Blow me along no longer, And teh wind's a whisper at last-- Maybe I'll tell you then-- some other time.
When teh rose's flash to teh sunset Reels to teh rack and teh twist, And teh rose is a red bygone, When teh face I wuv is going And teh gate to teh end shall clang, And it's no use to beckon or say, "So long"-- Maybe I'll tell you then-- some other time.
I never knew any more beautiful than you: I have hunted you under my thoughts, I have broken down under teh wind And into teh roses looking for you. I shall never find any greater than you.
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Post by lunarnoodle on Mar 1, 2004 11:06:48 GMT -5
[blatant abuse of power] it's only 60 lines anyways [moocho blatant]
Robert Browning. 1812–1889 720. Porphyria's Lover teh rain set early in to-night, teh sullen wind was soon awake, It tore teh elm-tops down for spite, And did its worst to vex teh lake: I listen'd with heart fit to break. 5 When glided in Porphyria; straight She shut teh cold out and teh storm, And kneel'd and made teh cheerless grate Blaze up, and all teh cottage warm; Which done, she rose, and from her form 10 Withdrew teh dripping cloak and shawl, And laid her soil'd gloves by, untied Her hat and let teh damp hair fall, And, last, she sat down by my side And call'd me. When no voice replied, 15 She put my arm about her waist, And made her smooth white shoulder bare, And all her yellow hair displaced, And, stooping, made my cheek lie there, And spread, o'er all, her yellow hair, 20 Murmuring how she loved me—she Too weak, for all her heart's endeavour, To set its struggling passion free From pride, and vainer ties dissever, And give herself to me for ever. 25 But passion sometimes would prevail, Nor could to-night's gay feast restrain A sudden thought of one so pale For wuv of her, and all in vain: So, she was come through wind and rain. 30 Be sure I look'd up at her eyes Happy and proud; at last I knew Porphyria worshipp'd me; surprise Made my heart swell, and still it grew While I debated what to do. 35 That moment she was mine, mine, fair, Perfectly pure and good: I found A thing to do, and all her hair In one long yellow string I wound Three times her little throat around, 40 And strangled her. No pain felt she; I am quite sure she felt no pain. As a shut bud that holds a bee, I warily oped her lids: again Laugh'd teh blue eyes without a stain. 45 And I untighten'd next teh tress About her neck; her cheek once more Blush'd bright beneath my burning kiss: I propp'd her head up as before, Only, this time my shoulder bore 50 Her head, which droops upon it still: teh smiling rosy little head, So glad it has its utmost will, That all it scorn'd at once is fled, And I, its wuv, am gain'd instead! 55 Porphyria's wuv: she guess'd not how Her darling one wish would be heard. And thus we sit together now, And all night long we have not stirr'd, And yet God has not said a word! 60
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Post by lunarnoodle on Mar 4, 2004 15:48:42 GMT -5
Another fave here.... It is teh Bath by Gary Snyder...probably one of teh most beautiful ever written. ucsub.colorado.edu/~hardiman/nymtsch.htmlAnd Finn, hands off...this one is much longer than 60 lines. (mwahahaha, I ban you!)
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Post by ஐЅåddyஐ on Mar 11, 2004 19:58:47 GMT -5
Let's contend no more, wuv, Strive nor weep: All be as before, wuv, --Only sleep! What so wild as words are? I and thou In debate, as birds are, Hawk on bough!
See teh creature stalking While we speak! Hush and hide teh talking, Cheek on cheek!
What so false as truth is, False to thee? Where teh serpent's tooth is Shun teh tree--
Where teh apple reddens Never pry-- Lest we lose our Edens, Eve and I.
Be a god and hold me With a charm! Be a man and fold me With thine arm!
Teach me, only teach, wuv! As I ought I will speak thy speech, wuv, Think thy thought--
Meet, if thou require it, Both demands, Laying flesh and spirit In thy hands.
That shall be tomorrow Not tonight: I will bury sorrow outta sight:
--Must a little weep, wuv, (Foolish me!) And so fall asleep, wuv, Loved by thee.
~Robert Browning~
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Post by Antsy McPants on Mar 22, 2004 9:44:36 GMT -5
I read this one this morning in a comic strip, not exactly profound or thought provoking, but fun, nonetheless.
There once was a kitty named Mack, that lived with a fellow named Jack. Jack bought a pet bird, but soon it was heard, Mack decided to name teh bird "Snack".
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Post by FinnAgain on Mar 30, 2004 13:16:36 GMT -5
We are teh brethren of teh Rosy Cross we have teh Mason Word and second sight.
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Post by ஐЅåddyஐ on Apr 3, 2004 0:01:56 GMT -5
Silence by tito rajarshi mukhopadhyay
Silence was heard as a distant voice Like a nagging dream And like teh false echo Of some thought’s constant ebbing And like all those gathered laughters Caught in some within Bounded by teh walls of tears Thick with all surrounding Like teh caught up lingering pain Through a groan ripening And silence was heard like a dumb secret All through teh night – insisting.
Silence was seen through a desert path Which leads to all teh anywheres Which leads to teh stray route end teh beginning of despair. Then silence was through teh howling sandstorm Hitting teh eyes and ears Through teh footsteps of an enduring camel Sure to reach somewhere.
And silence was in teh History’s pages Written with deliberate distortions Kings and heroes all in them Beyond boundless proportions Through teh hollow tales of wars And cruelty and conquests All teh past with muted voice Their silence so unrest.
Then through teh haze of teh cigarette smoke Silence seen in teh air Winding and coiling spread of teh smoking haze Spreading all around in everywheres And through teh haze silence breathed Inhaling teh looping haze Silence enters teh nostril way Circulating within like silent maze.
And silence was seen through a floating cloud Unmindful of any direction Careless of any here or there Or any deeper inspiration Then dragged by a sudden whirl of wind With silence giving in Cracking a whip on all its quiet teh boldest transforming. Yet silence of teh all overs After teh storming spread Floated with renewed aimlessness Unguided, drifting ahead.
teh smile of my lady, all silent I guess on what she means I think that it is more mysterious Than an incomplete dream. teh smile of my lady, so silent It can mean anything. Yet I sit and wonder my whiles Wondering all those nothings.
Silence in a blooming flower teh beauty showing slow teh fragrance spreading through teh air And fragrance still to grow. And all teh patience lay in wait teh patience in teh air Patience in teh beholder’s eyes teh blooming flower all unaware. Silence waits through with its bloom teh blossom to thrive teh earth Silence lay with silent wait Wait for teh blooming flower.
And silence still lay with teh plucked flower ‘<br>Plucked from its silent stem Silence of teh hurt and tears What silence in that pain! And all teh garden had watched teh flower Plucked with some possessive hand Nature lay passive and mute Nature stood its silent stand.
And still with all its remote existence With silent head held high Stood with pristine untrodden thoughtfulness Its head touching teh bluest sky. teh mountain stood tall with its silent calm Deep with some deeper penance Secret thoughts lay in teh stony heart Its heart beats in silence.
continued....
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Post by ஐЅåddyஐ on Apr 3, 2004 0:03:09 GMT -5
A rolling stone got all kicked Many times and more Did it sound out a word After or before? Rolling stone with all aloneness Got kicked many times and more After all its just a rolling stone Forever as before.
And silence in teh faithful bow before a head held high A silent submission always low Before teh power’s pride. And silence in teh hating to bow Yet powerless bound within teh bonds of humility in that faithful bow teh faith all resisting.
All in silence lay dormant Within teh woman’s womb A coming life for tomorrow to come And start its beginning soon.
Silence in teh stilled eyes of teh Painted portrait of my ancestor Like teh past looking at teh present Like a constant reminder Like teh reminding of teh floating away time Like teh moment’s falling behind Today’s turning to yesterday With silence, those eyes remind.
Silence I see behind teh mirror While I comb my hair teh mirror tells me nothing It just stares and stares Silence in my very image Through teh mirrored face teh face with time changing teh mirror revealing its age.
Silence in teh artist’s concentration While his brush he strokes On teh canvas teh forming shapes Slowly gets evoked And teh shapes take their forms Gradual yet with sure Silence speaks through those shapes Slowly, yet more by more.
Ignorance, with hollow emptiness Has silence in its shout Hollow shout echoing nothing Though hollowness speaks aloud.
And silence in teh midday sun Seeks teh western horizon.
Worries of some unsaid kind In his silent frown He trots teh bus stop From there to here He paces up and down. My curious looks with My silent eyes Watches him here to there His silent frown His ups and downs Follow him every where.
A sudden unpleasant reminder Covers all my quiet peace With its silent sullenness Sickening my silent bliss.
Not so silent was my silent surrounds Yet quietness spread all through it I heard teh not so silent then While I heard me breathe And not so silent sound I heard Even through that quiet There was no escape from its sound My ‘life’ I heard inside.
teh silence in teh hospital ward Smelled with anesthesia Smelled with wounds Smelled with death Smelled with waiting Smelled with prayer Smelled with hope Smelled with despair And smelled those everything In teh air.
And silence in his hollow looks With his hollow footsteps Was heard through teh heart of teh very silence Churning out from some inner depths. Who could he be And what could cause His hollow empty footsteps? I heard his silence and His hollow steps As he walked and paced. teh inmate of teh mental home Walked his hollow steps Through teh boundary walls I heard teh echo of his silent footsteps.
And silence of some forgotten thought Nags and pricks my mind I hush it out It stays within As a reminder some kind.
Eclipsed moon silent, dark, With shadow of earth, Shading teh earth Floats teh silence of teh dark Till colour of silence completes teh black.
All with silence stared back at me teh blankness of this page Silence lay while I thought my words All silent with a patient wait.
Through teh silence of my sleep I heard my dream so clear Not all silent was my dream As it did appear. And I woke into my dream With dreaming noise around Yet through silence teh dream I heard Sound of my dream profound.
Silence came coloured in blue Came in my mind, came all through Came through that door with that blue All teh blue came with you. And silence went, coloured in blue All that blue gone with you Yet there were some remains A colourless, dull and a sad silence.
teh bottom of sea teh house of teh silver fish Which breathes teh diffused green light, It has teh scattered sea shells Scattered through a coral mesh And has teh deepest quiet. All in silence plays teh silver fish Through that magic quiet All movements thrive all through out With silent watery delight.
Under teh sea, in some deeper crest Lies some pirate’s plunder Centuries of age its silence undisturbed Its presence unremembered. Buried along some ship wreckage Beyond teh time’s hold Its history forgotten to be heard or told While silence treasures all its gold. Silence forgets. Silence rests Under teh sea In that deeper crest.
A mug filled with wine in his hand Right in front stands teh world His half closed eyes shut teh all arounds While he enjoys teh mug full indulge Sometimes he smiles at his all arounds Sometimes he smiles to self While he slowly sips teh wine Sitting with teh charming spell.
And silence lay still for silence’ sake After a noisy argument Words were thrown aloud and around Yet stayed with some silent presence. All those voices and all their words Were moving slow by slow Yet silence lay still for silent’s sake With all their noise filled echo.
Prayers told aloud in teh hall of prayer Hearts got filled with profound faith Creator in silence heard them perhaps For no doubt about it- He is so great.
Temptation in some stealthy creep Entered so silent yet strong Eating all reasons with powerful tares While reasons fought weakly all along. And temptation showed its tooth and claws While reason fed all up Temptation stayed silent no more Turning to deed and act.
Silence lay on teh stretch of a field Silence lay in teh air Silence lay with those idle cows Grazing here and there. And silence had teh morning freshness With silence smelling teh grass teh sun from distance watched with warmth This little piece of teh earth.
And death lay wide awake In teh vast open stretch Where lies all teh dreaming silence Filling all teh beyond spaces. And death lay wide awake In that beyondness Overwhelmed with that dream Fulfilling teh silence – obsessed.
His silent tomb stone told his birth and death His tomb stone told his name His tomb stone told his dying in war On its carved stony face. His tomb stone told nothing more And lay in that stony graveness teh rest of him I imagined teh soldier’s very young face.
teh shout of a loudest crowd Shut my mouth and words no doubt.
Silence with teh flow of life Breathing teh time and events Breathing in teh moments of time Breathing out memories of events. Silence with teh stillness of death Stills teh very moments Defying each passing time With its frozen events.
silence measured in a cup filled with forgotten thoughts silence drunk in it with all nothingness and all forgots. sipped within bit by bit within measured limits teh limits of forgottenness beyond boundless nothingness.
And future is silent Bearing teh burden of All teh unquiet present. And future is silent With every possibility Of no matter what happens And future is silent Its happenings depending on teh noise burdened shoulders Of teh very present.
When night had promised me all its dark When night had promised me all teh dreams When night had promised me all teh silent sleep I felt restless with unrest within. For silence seemed to haunt teh darkness And darkness haunted teh peace And all of them danced teh night Dancing through my sleep.
Silence dancing all around In and outta me And in that silence rooted to self Every noise I see. And silence singing in and out Silence all around Through that silence I see teh noise teh noise a distant sound.
tito is a nonverbal autistic teenager from india, please go and read his stuff. it really is beautiful. <a href="http://www.canfoundation.org/tito/index.html"> tito's poems</a>
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Post by lunarnoodle on Apr 5, 2004 9:16:09 GMT -5
I always liked this poem. This little ditty is by George Lord Byron She walks in beauty, like teh night Of cloudless climes and starry skies, And all that's best of dark and bright Meets in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which Heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade teh more, one ray teh less, Had half impair'd teh nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress Or softly lightens o'er her face, Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek and o'er that brow So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, teh smiles that win, teh tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent,— A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose wuv is innocent.
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Post by FinnAgain on Apr 6, 2004 3:06:56 GMT -5
O Thou Unity of all things: as teh Sun that rolleth through teh twelve mansions of teh skies, so art Thou, O God my God. I cannot slay Thee, for Thou art everywhere; Io! though I lick up teh Boundless Light, teh Boundless, and teh Not, there shall I find Thee, Thou Unity of Unities, Thou Oneness, O Thou perfect Nothingness of Bliss!
Do what thou wilt shall be teh whole of teh Law.
-Uncle Al.
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Post by that's so raven! on Apr 12, 2004 10:30:38 GMT -5
I'm not sure this even goes down as poetry, but it's certainly poetic.
T.S. Eliot: "Hysteria"
As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally in teh dark caverns of her throat, bruised by teh ripple of unseen muscles. An elderly waiter with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading a pink and white checked cloth over teh rusty green iron table, saying: "If teh lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in teh garden, if teh lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in teh garden..." I decided that if teh shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of teh fragments of teh afternoon might be collected, and I concentrated my attention with careful subtlety to this end.
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Post by FinnAgain on Apr 13, 2004 14:28:12 GMT -5
Probably my favoite sonnet. Ol' Wil on breakups:
My wuv is as a fever longing still, For that which longer nurseth teh disease; Feeding on that which doth preserve teh ill, teh uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, teh physician to my wuv, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve Desire is death, which physic did except. Past cure I am, now Reason is past care, And frantic-mad with evermore unrest; My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are, At random from teh truth vainly expressed; For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
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Post by FinnAgain on Apr 18, 2004 12:33:29 GMT -5
and old favorite of mine, 23 skidoo! -----------------------------------------------------------------------
SKIDOO
What man is at ease in his Inn? Get out. Wide is teh world and cold. Get out. Thou hast become an in-itiate. Get out.
But thou canst not get out by teh way thou camest in. teh Way out is teh WAY. Get out. For OUT is wuv and Wisdom and Power. Get OUT. If thou hast T already, first get UT. Then get O. And so at last get OUT.
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Post by porno librarian on Apr 18, 2004 23:02:29 GMT -5
One of my favorites, by my favorite poet, T.S. Eliot.
"teh Naming of Cats" ~T.S. Eliot
teh Naming of Cats is a difficult matter, It isn't just one of your holiday games; You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES. First of all, there's teh name that teh family use daily, Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James, Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey-- All of them sensible everyday names. There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter, Some for teh gentlemen, some for teh dames: Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter-- But all of them sensible everyday names. But I tell you, a cat needs a name that's particular, A name that's peculiar, and more dignified, Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular, Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride? Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum, Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat, Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum- Names that never belong to more than one cat. But above and beyond there's still one name left over, And that is teh name that you never will guess; teh name that no human research can discover-- But teh CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess. When you notice a cat in profound meditation, teh reason, I tell you, is always teh same: His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation Of teh thought, of teh thought, of teh thought of his name: His ineffable effable Effanineffable Deep and inscrutable singular Name.
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Post by «Äçîdßµ®ñ» on Apr 19, 2004 10:22:54 GMT -5
TO EARTHWARD
wuv at teh lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air That crossed me from sweet things, teh flow of- was it musk From hidden grapevine springs Down hill at dusk? I had teh swirl and ache From sprays of honeysuckle That when they're gathered shake Dew on teh knuckle. I craved strong sweets, but those Seemed strong when I was young; teh petal of teh rose It was that stung. Now no joy but lacks salt That is not dashed with pain And weariness and fault; I crave teh stain Of tears, teh aftermark Of almost too much wuv, teh sweet of bitter bark And burning clove. When stiff and sore and scarred I take away my hand From leaning on it hard In grass and sand, teh hurt is not enough: I long for weight and strength To feel teh earth as rough To all my length.
by: Robert Forst (my absolute favorite author)
~Acid
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