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By: jennybee3949
6/11/2009
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I Have Longed to Move Away
I have longed to move away
From the hissing of the spent lie
And the old terrors' continual cry
Growing more terrible as the day
Goes over the hill into the deep sea;
I have longed to move away
From the repetition of salutes,
For there are ghosts in the air
And ghostly echoes on paper,
And the thunder of calls and notes.
I have longed to move away but am afraid;
Some life, yet unspent, might explode
Out of the old lie burning on the ground,
And, crackling into the air, leave me half-blind.
Neither by night's ancient fear,
The parting of hat from hair,
Pursed lips at the receiver,
Shall I fall to death's feather.
By these I would not care to die,
Half convention and half lie.
Dylan Thomas |
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By: jennybee3949
6/11/2009
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| Hello everyone! - Dylan Thomas's poetry reminds me of a Subway sandwich!. |
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By: lotoyespls
9/11/2009
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Indeed, indeed, I cannot tell
Indeed, indeed, I cannot tell,
Though I ponder on it well,
Which were easier to state,
All my love or all my hate.
Surely, surely, thou wilt trust me
When I say thou dost disgust me.
O, I hate thee with a hate
That would fain annihilate;
Yet sometimes against my will,
My dear friend, I love thee still.
It were treason to our love,
And a sin to God above,
One iota to abate
Of a pure impartial hate.
By: Henry David Thoreau |
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By: wandarap2005
9/11/2009
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Good morning Loto, just thought I'd steal one of Liddee Lu's poems and post it in here - I don't think she'd mind, do you? Have a great day!.
Liddy's Theme
Through poetry I'm reborn, it's where I must start,
It's time now to try and master the art
By living my life in the way that will show
I know what I'm doing , I know where to go.
I already know where my journey will lead
For it's already ingrained - I've planted the seed
How I nurture my growth, or just leave it alone
Will determine the quality, colour and tone
Only time will predict how my life's purpose ends
But for now, I'll relax and enjoy the journey my friends
~ Poetess41 |
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By: wandarap2005
9/11/2009
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| In fact I must ask her if I can use some of those 90 plus poems she's got in her collection to post in here now and then - what do you think? |
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By: lotoyespls
9/11/2009
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Heya Wanda....
You go for it...:D
No GDC today so will hit the golf range maybe later..
Have a goodun Sweetie..:) |
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By: wandarap2005
9/11/2009
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Well she was ok with it but a little hesitant as to what might "crawl out from under the rocks" (my words) Lol.
Hope your golfing day is enjoyable Loto!.
This is a very pretty one.
Dream Catcher
Your image circles boldly
so deep inside my sleep
Your loving shadow over mine
Brings on a hunger deep
I'm lost inside the thought of you,
from someplace way beyond
Tumbling, falling, round and round
My soul aches to respond
Every sensual thought of you
Is threaded through my core
Fragmenting, splintered shards of lust
Makes imagination soar
We've yet to meet but in my mind
I know my lover's look
Let reality turn its face away
As fantasy writes the book
~ Poetess41 |
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By: marie_antoinette19
9/11/2009
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Behind the Words
Still enough, here, you can hear the voices
without speech,
those who are silent.
Can you be so still?
Not the speakers,
not slaves of the word,
the others,
the ones with no voice,
no names,
who fill history,
silent.
Where there’s no moral light,
words are dead, artifice
is no longer a gift to the night,
but a dark fire,
entrancing,
the dance of the dead.
We must shine,
to the end of our lives,
we must shine,
through all dark,
and be still,
to hear, on the mountain,
behind the voices,
the voice,
of the ones without voice.
They died in love,
they sang,
at the rim of the heart,
sun, light, and life,
life of the word, of the heart,
as animals sing, birds,
out of the spirit.
We must sing,
love. The rest is deceit,
names, artifice, word,
that engrosses, inflames,
sends spires high,
made forms, made games,
worth nothing,
unless we are still,
still to hear,
voices,
words behind words. |
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By: oltrout
10/11/2009
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Hi Wanda. I would love to read more of Liddee's poems. I've really missed her on here. Please give her hugs from me when you see her...
I had a friend who used to post on Surreality
And verse by verse we used to share some classic poetry.
But "gremlins" came to spoil our fun and my friend chose to leave
And I was left, bereft, to post and quietly to grieve.
So if you see or contact her, this on-line friend of mine
Please tell her that I miss her and I hope that she is fine.
That one day soon, I hope, we can continue in that vein
And poetry will thrive to make 'Surreality' live again! |
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By: Yahoo!7 Rep
10/11/2009
12:27 pm |
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Afternoon all,
We are locking this thread as it's getting a bit too big. Feel free to create a new one :)
- Yahoo!7 / Yahoo!Xtra Message Boards Team |
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