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Second Time Around

 

By way of chance we find ourselves here

 

In a place that others fear.

 

We squashed each others hearts

 

but we couldn,t bear to be apart

 

I left you, but you left me too,

 

We shed so many tears, that our faces became maps to our souls

 

and our eyes became cold, but we never let go of the spark that moulds.

 

The one you were with after you left became a burden to you.

 

He tied up your hands,and twisted your mind.

 

You came back from this, and turned out just fine.

 

 

I went to dark places while you were away, my life hardly seeing the warm light of day.

 

Then you appeared just as before, so beautiful in my sight.

 

All through that night my vision of love returned, for I was not to be spurned.

 

When the dawn of a new day fell upon us, we stretched our weary legs in the sun

 

For our new journey had begun.

 

Let us not fall as before, for we deserve so much more.

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I wont be defeated.

 

I stand upon rocky ground,

 

With each path paved with danger to some degree

 

You say its not them its me

 

We shall soon see.

 

I took an oath to follow you, but I still cant tell if your true.

 

Your beauty radiates beside the sun, Your words sometimes fire from a gun.

 

 

Together we form a wall of love, there is no push when it comes to shove,

 

There is no falling off the horse

 

A love so deep without remorse

 

Test me again and you will see, that there is no way you can defeat me,

 

 

I have been through the wringer and you wore me out,

 

But I bounce back, of that there is no doubt

 

Your eyes are so wet my love, what can I do, You toss and turn, but this is not you.

 

Let me soak up your tears, and wipe out your fears.

 

Whatever they say means nothing today, even tomorrow there will be no sorrow.

 

Our unbreakable bond will only be shattered by death, and even then we shall not wallow.

 

 

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Don't know if it is a poem and my english writing is not the best writing in the world so please forgive me hahaha :)

its about my biological dad...

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Accept the decisions you've made

You made them for a reason

 

Even if you don't know

I've got to let it go

 

But think carefully

before you make a definite choice

 

Just please, please let me just once hear your voice

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A Question

 

A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth. 

Robert Frost
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Don't know if it is a poem and my english writing is not the best writing in the world so please forgive me hahaha :)

its about my biological dad...

-----------------------------------

 

Accept the decisions you've made

You made them for a reason

 

Even if you don't know

I've got to let it go

 

But think carefully

before you make a definite choice

 

Just please, please let me just once hear your voice

 

 

Wow, Jen.

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A Question

 

A voice said, Look me in the stars

And tell me truly, men of earth,

If all the soul-and-body scars

Were not too much to pay for birth. 

Robert Frost

 

 

 

Wow, Paola. I'm a big fan of Robert Frost's poetry & have even purchased a book or two of his poetry in the past, but I had never seen this one. Very interesting.

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Doors of Daring

Henry Van Dyke.

 

The mountains that inclose the vale

With walls of granite, steep and high,

Invite the fearless foot to scale

Their stairway toward the sky.

 

The restless, deep, dividing sea

That flows and foams from shore to shore,

Calls to its sunburned chivalry,

"Push out, set sail, explore!"

 

The bars of life at which we fret,

That seem to prison and control,

Are but the doors of daring, set

Ajar before the soul.

 

Say not, " Too poor," but freely give;

Sigh not, " Too weak," but boldly try;

You never can begin to live

Until you dare to die.

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Nearer Home.

Phoebe Cary.

 

One sweetly solemn thought

Comes to me o'er and o'er;

I'm nearer my home today

Than I ever have been before;

 

Nearer my Father's house,

Where the many mansions be;

Nearer the great white throne,

Nearer the crystal sea.

 

Nearer the bound of life,

Where we lay our burdens down;

Nearer leaving the cross,

Nearer gaining the crown!

 

But lying darkly between,

Winding down through the night,

Is the silent, unknown stream,

That leads at last to the light.

 

Oh, if my mortal feet

Have almost gained the brink;

If it be I am nearer home

Even today than I think-

 

Father, perfect my trust!

Let my spirit feel, in death,

That her feet are firmly set

On the Rock of a living faith!

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The lamb and the Tyger.

William Blacke ( 1757-1827)

 

In " the lamb" and " The Tyger," William Blake depicts creatures representing two very different worlds. As a pair, the poems ask us to come to grips with the proposition that both are God's creations.

 

The Lamb

Little Lamb, who made thee?

Dost thou know who made thee?

Gave thee life and bid thee feed,

By the stream and o'er the mead;

Gave thee clothing of delight,

Softest clothing wooly bright;

Gave thee such a tender voice,

Making all the vales rejoice!

Little Lamb who made thee?

Dost thou know who made thee?

 

Little lamb I'll tell thee,

Little lamb I'll tell thee!

He is called by thy name,

For he calls himself a Lamb:

He is meek and he is mild,

He became a little child:

I a child and thou a lamb,

We are called by his name.

Little Lamb God bless thee.

Little Lamb God bless thee.

 

The Tyger

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

could frame thy fearful symmetry?

 

In what distant deeps or skies

Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand, dare seize the fire?

 

And what shoulder, and what art,

Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

And when thy heart began to beat,

What dread hand? and what dread feet?

 

What the hammer? what the chain?

In what furnace was thy brain?

What the anvil? what dread grasp

Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

 

When the stars threw down their spears,

And water'd heaven with their tears,

Did he smile his work to see?

Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

 

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

 

reading the book of virtues. William J. Bennett.

 

Happy Easter all!

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Follower

 

 

My father worked with a horse-plough,
His shoulders globed like a full sail strung
Between the shafts and the furrow.
The horse strained at his clicking tongue. 

An expert. He would set the wing
And fit the bright steel-pointed sock.
The sod rolled over without breaking.
At the headrig, with a single pluck 

Of reins, the sweating team turned round
And back into the land. His eye
Narrowed and angled at the ground,
Mapping the furrow exactly. 

I stumbled in his hob-nailed wake,
Fell sometimes on the polished sod;
Sometimes he rode me on his back
Dipping and rising to his plod. 

I wanted to grow up and plough,
To close one eye, stiffen my arm.
All I ever did was follow
In his broad shadow round the farm. 

I was a nuisance, tripping, falling,
Yapping always. But today 
It is my father who keeps stumbling
Behind me, and will not go away. 

Seamus Heaney
Submitted: Wednesday, December 28, 2011
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About 'Doors of Daring': Excellent one, Bragi. I really enjoyed reading that!

 

Speaking of doors, have you ever walked at full speed towards a door that's partly ajar in your house while holding a cup of hot drink in one hand & pushing the door with the other hand - fully expecting it to open all the way for you - but discovering too late that there's some obstruction behind it that makes it rebound right back at you, knocking much of your hot drink onto your shirt & sleeve?

 

No. Of course not. Me neither. Especially not a few minutes ago. :D

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Rhyming Poem

 

the goldfish sing all night with guitars,

and the whores go down with the stars,

the whores go down with the stars 

Charles Bukowski

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Nearer Home.

Phoebe Cary.

 

One sweetly solemn thought

Comes to me o'er and o'er;

I'm nearer my home today

Than I ever have been before;

 

Nearer my Father's house,

Where the many mansions be;

Nearer the great white throne,

Nearer the crystal sea.

 

Nearer the bound of life,

Where we lay our burdens down;

Nearer leaving the cross,

Nearer gaining the crown!

 

But lying darkly between,

Winding down through the night,

Is the silent, unknown stream,

That leads at last to the light.

 

Oh, if my mortal feet

Have almost gained the brink;

If it be I am nearer home

Even today than I think-

 

Father, perfect my trust!

Let my spirit feel, in death,

That her feet are firmly set

On the Rock of a living faith!

i like this especially  last four rhymed verses!

Edited by paoladegliesposti

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Don't know if it is a poem and my english writing is not the best writing in the world so please forgive me hahaha :)

its about my biological dad...

-----------------------------------

 

Accept the decisions you've made

You made them for a reason

 

Even if you don't know

I've got to let it go

 

But think carefully

before you make a definite choice

 

Just please, please let me just once hear your voice

 

 

Wow, Jen.

 

 

:D do you like it?

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Don't know if it is a poem and my english writing is not the best writing in the world so please forgive me hahaha :)

its about my biological dad...

-----------------------------------

 

Accept the decisions you've made

You made them for a reason

 

Even if you don't know

I've got to let it go

 

But think carefully

before you make a definite choice

 

Just please, please let me just once hear your voice

 

 

Wow, Jen.

 

 

:D do you like it?

 

 

 

Yes - it's profound. And sad. Apologies, my friend, that I didn't speak more clearly.

 

You also posted it at a time when I had just unfortunately had a kind of big fight w/ my own Dad, who can be one of the dearest people in the world, who I love & who loves me (& we do let each other know that), but who can also sometimes be quite exasperating - and unreasonable w/ me sometimes in a way that's hard. Not that I just read your poem through the prism of my own experience - but I read it first as your experience & then read it over a couple more times - and part of what you wrote sounds like stuff I could say to my Dad & part sounds like stuff he might think regarding me. (Btw, my Dad is my biological Dad & my parents are together.)

 

I spoke w/ a close friend of mine about what happened that day (a few days ago) w/ my Dad & me, & she said that at least I got a note from my Dad afterwards saying that he loves me. Although I was avoiding my Dad because I wasn't wanting to speak w/ him after that, I know my Dad - and I knew he would probably sincerely feel sorry afterward & say something nice/conciliatory or apologetic to me. And he did. He left a note for me. My friend said she never would have gotten that from her father. Her father passed away years ago, btw. (But also, my Dad's not violent, but her father was.)

 

I very much realize the things I have to be thankful for in life - including the dear people in my life who I love. None of us is perfect & if only we always could really know & understand if there are ways we might negatively affect those we love & care about - I don't mean ways that we can't help - I mean ways that we would be happier to be aware of - if we could change them - so we could change them. We often also don't know if someone who has hurt us even realizes it - and we often don't know how they came to be the way they are in a certain way - and they might not realize it themselves. But sometimes, even if they do know - and they want to change - they sometimes find that for some reason they can't seem to change. (Btw, I don't mean that excuses everything w/ the way that some people sometimes affect other people negatively or hurt them. Sometimes it doesn't.) With whatever your situation is, I wish you all good things in your life always, & happiness, Jen! I wish the same for everyone.

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About 'Doors of Daring': Excellent one, Bragi. I really enjoyed reading that!

 

Speaking of doors, have you ever walked at full speed towards a door that's partly ajar in your house while holding a cup of hot drink in one hand & pushing the door with the other hand - fully expecting it to open all the way for you - but discovering too late that there's some obstruction behind it that makes it rebound right back at you, knocking much of your hot drink onto your shirt & sleeve?

 

No. Of course not. Me neither. Especially not a few minutes ago. :D

 

When I posted this, I was tired & was mixing up 2 threads! Lol. Someone (Spicy?) recently created a thread somewhere that is all about people's current gripes & whines & such. The stuff I said after the stuff about enjoying the poem Bragi posted was meant for the other thread. Oh well, it's a crossover comment. :D

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