A Poem

Purplelotus1

Purplelotus1

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Whatever by Salvatore Quasimodo

Everyone stands alone at the heart of the world
pierced by a ray of sunlight ,
and suddenly it is evening.
 
Purplelotus1

Purplelotus1

Active Member
Purplelotus1 said:
Whatever by Salvatore Quasimodo

Everyone stands alone at the heart of the world
pierced by a ray of sunlight ,
and suddenly it is evening.
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Just wnated to reiterate this point.
 
Lollipop

Lollipop

Banned
Purplelotus1 said:
Whatever by Salvatore Quasimodo

Everyone stands alone at the heart of the world
pierced by a ray of sunlight ,
and suddenly it is evening.
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I like this poem, Purplelotus1!!
I saw it the other day and the system time me out!!
Meant to get with you before now!!
 
Purplelotus1

Purplelotus1

Active Member
all things must die

Clearly the blue river chimes in its flowing

Under my eye;
Warmly and broadly the south winds are blowing

Over the sky.
One after another the white clouds are fleeting;
Every heart this May morning in joyance is beating

Full merrily;
Yet all things must die.
The stream will cease to flow;
The wind will cease to blow;
The clouds will cease to fleet;
The heart will cease to beat;
For all things must die.
All things must die.
Spring will come never more.
O, vanity!
Death waits at the door.
See! our friends are all forsaking
The wine and the merrymaking.
We are call'd—we must go.
Laid low, very low,
In the dark we must lie.
The merry glees are still;
The voice of the bird
Shall no more be heard,
Nor the wind on the hill.
O, misery!
Hark! death is calling
While I speak to ye,
The jaw is falling,
The red cheek paling,
The strong limbs failing;
Ice with the warm blood mixing;
The eyeballs fixing.
Nine times goes the passing bell:
Ye merry souls, farewell.
The old earth
Had a birth,
As all men know,
Long ago.
And the old earth must die.
So let the warm winds range,
And the blue wave beat the shore;
For even and morn
Ye will never see
Thro' eternity.
All things were born.
Ye will come never more,
For all things must die.

alfred l. tennyson
 
Purplelotus1

Purplelotus1

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O, were I loved as I desire to be!
What is there in the great sphere of the earth,
Or range of evil between death and birth,
That I should fear, - if I were loved by thee!
All the inner, all the outer world of pain,
Clear love would pierce and cleave, if thou wert mine;
As I have heard that somewhere in the main
Fresh-water springs come up through bitter brine.
'I were joy, not fear, clasped hand in hand with thee,
To wait for death - mute - careless of all ills,
Apart upon a mountain, though the surge
Of some new deluge from a thousand hills
Flung leagues of roaring foam into the gorge
Below us, as far on as eye could see.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
 
Anneliese

Anneliese

Happy go Lucky
Roses are red, violet's are blue,
I came to this forum, didn't know what to do.

Many nice people here, helped me out,
Now I feel, just like one of the crowd.

SERENA,AMOS and MANY MORE
thanks you, for helping me open the door.

I feel welcome, and I am honored to be one of the crowd,
I am glad I joined,now if I can just keep Amos from getting out.

I have a good time,every time I come to this site,
hope to stay for a long time,as long as Amos don't bite.

All he thinks about is food,
I guess, his appetite must be realy good.

Joking asite,just letting you all know,
I am having a good time, no matter which site on this forum I go.!


:D Anneliese :D
 
Anneliese

Anneliese

Happy go Lucky
Amos Stevens said:
haaaaahhhhaaaaaaaaaaa! Love your poem Anneliese
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Thank's Amos,glad you enjoyed it.
And I did it all by myself.What do you know,someday I might be famous????:D


Take care
Anneliese
 
Amos Stevens

Amos Stevens

New Member
Just don't forget us little people when you hit it big Anneliese :)

I found this poem under Buddhist:

Music: Voluntarie
By William Byrd. Performed by John Sankey. Voice: Hear me read
the poem.

Copyright by
Nicholas Gordon
Lest you leave your options in the sunshine
Unprotected from night's bitter shade,
Now you may take them on the lunar wind,
Alive to phantoms vivid as your face
Reveling in front of reason's door.
Nor could your own inventions offer more,
Even those transfigured from your race,
Which, privatized, seem downsized, somehow thinned.
Yet here is all the wealth the past has made,
Each relic dipped in age-old vintage wine,
A treasure-trove of comedy and grace
Resting where your faith must go forth blind.
 
Storm

Storm

Smile dammit!
Anneliese said:
Roses are red, violet's are blue,
I came to this forum, didn't know what to do.

Many nice people here, helped me out,
Now I feel, just like one of the crowd.

SERENA,AMOS and MANY MORE
thanks you, for helping me open the door.

I feel welcome, and I am honored to be one of the crowd,
I am glad I joined,now if I can just keep Amos from getting out.

I have a good time,every time I come to this site,
hope to stay for a long time,as long as Amos don't bite.

All he thinks about is food,
I guess, his appetite must be realy good.

Joking asite,just letting you all know,
I am having a good time, no matter which site on this forum I go.!


:D Anneliese :D
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Very good! I may do one myself some time. I'm reasonable myself at composing limericks and anything rhyming.
 
Anneliese

Anneliese

Happy go Lucky
Thanks, Storm,glad you liked it.:D
Sometimes I surprise myself and come up with something like that! :D

Anneliese
 
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