Poets of the day (Page 11)

Mc_Sparks: Thank you angel
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Somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond -by E. E. Cummings

Somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which I cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, I and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

I do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

very smooth poem
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I like this one as well.

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!

by Rudyard Kipling
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angel: these are amazing
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pinkphenomenon: Oscar Wilde (1854-1900) Dublin, Ireland.

Vita Nuova
I STOOD by the unvintageable sea
Till the wet waves drenched face and hair with spray,
The long red fires of the dying day
Burned in the west; the wind piped drearily;
And to the land the clamorous gulls did flee:
'Alas!' I cried, 'my life is full of pain,
And who can garner fruit or golden grain,
From these waste fields which travail ceaselessly!'
My nets gaped wide with many a break and flaw
Nathless I threw them as my final cast
Into the sea, and waited for the end.
When lo! a sudden glory! and I saw
The argent splendour of white limbs ascend,
And in that joy forgot my tortured past.

Oscar Wilde
(Edited by pinkphenomenon)
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angel: that is nice
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pinkphenomenon: I thought so too....
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When I Love You - Nizar Qabbani

When I love you
A new language springs up,
New cities, new countries discovered.
The hours breathe like puppies,
Wheat grows between the pages of books,
Birds fly from your eyes with tiding of honey,
Caravans ride from your breasts carrying Indian herbs,
The mangoes fall all around, the forests catch fire
And Nubian drums beat.

When I love you your breasts shake off their shame,
Turn into lightning and thunder, a sword, a sandy storm.
When I love you the Arab cities leap up and demonstrate
Against the ages of repression
And the ages
Of revenge against the laws of the tribe.
And I, when I love you,
March against ugliness,
Against the kings of salt,
Against the institutionalization of the desert.
And I shall continue to love you until the world flood arrives;
I shall continue to love you untill the world flood arrives.
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angel: Wow that is great
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Lou Hope
Lou Hope: When do we know - Laura Theresa Louise Schmid.

Sometimes. I sit there.
Nothing in my mind, but you.
Nothing to do, but thinking of you.
Nothing to say, but I miss you.

Sometimes. I sit there.

Sometimes. I don't know what to do.
What am I to you?

You always say these lovely things.
You always look at me that way.
You always hug me so close.

What does that mean?
Why don't I know?
When do we know?

I don't know.
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NYpoetess: Hey poets! My publishing press is currently accepting submissions if you are interested. Check out the link for the details. Deadline is July 1, 2013. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask me!
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angel: thank you
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Gods Insanity
Gods Insanity:
i am easy to forget as i am easy to replace.
history repeats itself with new arrows in old wounds.
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angel: your right about that
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Gods Insanity
Gods Insanity:
but every wound heals slowly with a harder layer
deformed it might look let it serve as a reminder.
a reminder of the human condition and the bitter taste of honey
a reminder that love, like everything can be temporary.
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xapim: I was gonna wright the words to this song but its long and i'v had 25 and there's only three left on the wall......
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dennygringo56: ANDREW DICE CLAY
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