Let's share poetry ;o)

by LouBelle 11 Replies latest jw friends

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  LouBelle

  I must say I do enjoy poems. I have written over 200 myself and even had 2 published.

  I have to admit that the following is one of my favorites:

  SONNET 116
  Let me not to the marriage of true minds
  Admit impediments. Love is not love
  Which alters when it alteration finds,
  Or bends with the remover to remove:
  O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
  That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
  It is the star to every wandering bark,
  Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
  Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
  Within his bending sickle's compass come:
  Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
  But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
  If this be error and upon me proved,
  I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
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  Peppermint

  I love poetry but not the romantic soppy stuff. Give me a little bit of humor but not too much, some irony and and wit and I am happy.
  
  In Westminster Abbey
  
  Let me take this other glove off
  As the vox humana swells,
  And the beauteous fields of Eden
  Bask beneath the Abbey bells.
  Here, where England's statesmen lie,
  Listen to a lady's cry.
  
  Gracious Lord, oh bomb the Germans.
  Spare their women for Thy Sake,
  And if that is not too easy
  We will pardon Thy Mistake.
  But, gracious Lord, whate'er shall be,
  Don't let anyone bomb me.
  
  Keep our Empire undismembered
  Guide our Forces by Thy Hand,
  Gallant blacks from far Jamaica,
  Honduras and Togoland;
  Protect them Lord in all their fights,
  And, even more, protect the whites.
  
  Think of what our Nation stands for,
  Books from Boots and country lanes,
  Free speech, free passes, class distinction,
  Democracy and proper drains.
  Lord, put beneath Thy special care
  One-eighty-nine Cadogan Square.
  
  Although dear Lord I am a sinner,
  I have done no major crime;
  Now I'll come to Evening Service
  Whensoever I have the time.
  So, Lord, reserve for me a crown.
  And do not let my shares go down.
  
  I will labour for Thy Kingdom,
  Help our lads to win the war,
  Send white flowers to the cowards
  Join the Women's Army Corps,
  Then wash the Steps around Thy Throne
  In the Eternal Safety Zone.
  
  Now I feel a little better,
  What a treat to hear Thy word,
  Where the bones of leading statesmen,
  Have so often been interr'd.
  And now, dear Lord, I cannot wait
  Because I have a luncheon date.
  
  -- John Betjeman
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  MissingLink

  This is my favorite

  I threw some meat into the pond
  Where it fell, and twand.
  You don't know what it does to me
  To see meat sink so rapidly.

  I threw a lamb chop in the ocean
  With a swift athletic motion.
  You can't imagine how I'd wish
  To know my meat had hit a fish.

  I can't describe how my hearts achin'
  To cover up that stream with bacon.
  This very concept makes me quiver -
  To throw a liver, in... the river.

  For some time now it's been my belief
  That water should be full of beef.
  Surely, if I'd had a pony,
  I'd not need to sink bologna.

  -Chandler Travis
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  lovelylil

  When Creation Rejoices

  A poem by Lilly Cruz (2006) Both heavens and earth will rejoice, All of creation will lift up its voice When we join together and sing, Glory to God in the highest, Our sweet melody will ring The Angels will join with us too, As we sing our praises to you For all you’ve done, God for us, For sending mankind your Son You made the way to restore, No more trials on earth to endure When pain and sorrow have past, All of creation rejoices at last! What a grand day that will be, All bow down on bended knee And give glory to Christ our king, Another sweet melody we will sing Death and mourning no more, All things have been restored Both heaven and earth will rejoice, All of creation will lift up its voice * there is a line that appears in larger type. For some reason, I cannot change it. Sorry about that. Peace to all, Lilly
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  kurtbethel

  Gladly. Here is one I wrote. There is a story behind it, but that is a private matter.

  Sheltered Cove

  Two spirits, sent on separate ways
  carrying remembrance of each other.
  Separate paths, friends and music plays
  Yet the silver cord still binds together.

  Drawn together in the embrace of a sheltered cove
  safe from the power of waves as they roar.
  They share tender hours, hearts interwove
  feelings washed up on the eternal shore.
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  BurnTheShips

  LA REVELACIÓN INTERNA
  
  ¿Adónde te hallaré, Ser Infinito?
  ¿En la más alta esfera? ¿En el profundo
  abismo de la mar? ¿Llenas el mundo
  o en especial un cielo favorito?
  
  «¿Quieres saber, mortal, en dónde habito?»,
  dice una voz interna. «Aunque difundo
  mi ser y en vida el universo inundo,
  mi sagrario es un pecho sin delito.
  
  »Cesa, mortal, de fatigarte en vano
  tras rumores de error y de impostura,
  ni pongas tu virtud en rito externo;
  
  »no abuses de los dones de mi mano,
  no esperes cielo para un alma impura
  ni para el pensar libre fuego eterno».

  Here is my very poor translation:

  Where will I find you, Infinite Being?
  In the heighest spheres? In the sea's
  deepest abyss? Do you fill the earth
  or some special favored heaven?

  "Mortal, you desire to know my habitation?"
  (says an inner voice.) "Even though I diffuse
  my being and flood the universe with life,
  my shrine is a pure heart"

  "Mortal, cease fatiguing vainly after
  rumors of error and imposture,
  and do not place your virtue in external ritual;

  Do not abuse my divine gifts given you,
  do not expect heaven for an impure soul
  nor eternal fires for free thinking"

  Jose Maria Blanco-White
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  journey-on

  Saint Judas

  When I went out to kill myself, I caught

  A pack of hoodlums beating up a man.

  Running to spare his suffering, I forgot

  My name, my number, how my day began,

  How soldiers milled around the garden stone

  And sang amusing songs; how all that day

  Their javelins measured crowds; how I alone

  Bargained the proper coins, and slipped away.

  Banished from heaven, I found this victim beaten,

  Stripped, kneed, and left to cry. Dropping my rope

  Aside, I ran, ignored the uniforms:

  Then I remembered bread my flesh had eaten,

  The kiss that ate my flesh. Flayed without hope,

  I held the man for nothing in my arms.

  --- James Wright
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  rekless

  Traced in Red

  I opened the door and saw on our bed

  Four drawn hearts all traced in Red

  Twelve long stem roses lay at the head

  My best friend's initials were stinciled instead

  There was no note, just two crumpled sheets

  It didn't take me long to recognize defeat

  Knowing my feelings, my pride said goodbye

  I turned around quickly with tears in my eyes.

  What turns around, comes around is the saying today

  The hearts and the roses have their own special say.

  The symbols of cupid are nothing new.

  We left that message for her husband too.
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  VoidEater

  I was never a flower child
  No one ever said, “He’s so wild”
  Saw some words in the sand, felt some warm loving hands
  Heard the voice speaking meek and mild

  Everyone is special, everyone is ordinary
  It said to me
  Everyone is special, everyone so ordinary

  I was never a movie star
  No one every said, “He’ll go far”
  Saw some lights in the sky, felt some time passing by
  Heard the voice trapped inside the jar

  Everyone is special, everyone is ordinary
  It said to me
  Everyone is special, everyone so ordinary

  I’ve been above board, I’ve been undercover
  I’ve been a friend and I’ve been a lover
  Everyone so special, everything so ordinary

  Have you ever touched happiness
  Have you ever lived into bliss
  Was it strange or bizarre, did it seem near or far
  Was it something that felt like this

  Everyone is special, everyone is ordinary
  It seems to me
  Everyone is special, everyone so ordinary

  I’ve been above board, I’ve been undercover
  I’ve been a friend and I’ve been a lover
  Everything so special and everything so ordinary

  I’ve been above board and it’s no wonder
  I shoulda been a friend, instead I was a lover
  Everything was special and everything was ordinary

  I’ve been above board, I’ve been undercover
  I’ve been a friend and I’ve been a lover
  Everything was special, everything so ordinary

  http://web.mac.com/void_eater/Site/Ordinary.html
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  Peppermint

  Journey-on I like your poem.
  
  here is another one with a different slant on things:
  
  
  Ballad of the Breadman
  
  Mary stood in the kitchen
  Baking a loaf of bread.
  An angel flew in the window
  ‘We’ve a job for you,’ he said.
  
  ‘God in his big gold heaven
  Sitting in his big blue chair,
  Wanted a mother for his little son.
  Suddenly saw you there.’
  
  Mary shook and trembled,
  ‘It isn’t true what you say.’
  ‘Don’t say that,’ said the angel.
  ‘The baby’s on its way.’
  
  Joseph was in the workshop
  Planing a piece of wood.
  ‘The old man’s past it,’ the neighbours said.
  ‘That girls been up to no good.’
  
  ‘And who was that elegant fellow,’
  They said. ‘in the shiny gear?’
  The things they said about Gabriel
  Were hardly fit to hear.
  
  Mary never answered,
  Mary never replied.
  She kept the information,
  Like the baby, safe inside.
  
  It was the election winter.
  They went to vote in the town.
  When Mary found her time had come
  The hotels let her down.
  
  The baby was born in an annexe
  Next to the local pub.
  At midnight, a delegation
  Turned up from the Farmers’ club.
  
  They talked about an explosion
  That made a hole on the sky,
  Said they’d been sent to the Lamb and Flag
  To see God come down from on high.
  
  A few days later a bishop
  And a five-star general were seen
  With the head of an African country
  In a bullet-proof limousine.
  
  ‘We’ve come,’ they said ‘with tokens
  For the little boy to choose.’
  Told the tale about war and peace
  In the television news.
  
  After them cam the soldiers
  With rifle and bombs and gun,
  Looking for enemies of the state.
  The family had packed up and gone.
  
  When they got back to the village
  The neighbours said, to a man,
  ‘That boy will never be one of us,
  Though he does what he blessed well can.’
  
  He went round to all the people
  A paper crown on his head.
  Here is some bread from my father.
  Take, eat, he said.
  
  Nobody seemed very hungry.
  Nobody seemed to care.
  Nobody saw the god in himself
  Quietly standing there.
  
  He finished up in the papers.
  He came to a very bad end.
  He was charged with bringing the living to life.
  No man was that prisoner’s friend.
  
  There’s only one kind of punishment
  To fit that kind of crime.
  They rigged a trial and shot him dead.
  They were only just in time.
  
  They lifted the young man by the leg,
  Thy lifted him by the arm,
  They locked him in a cathedral
  In case he came to harm.
  
  They stored him safe as water
  Under seven rocks.
  One Sunday morning he burst out
  Like a jack-in-the-box.
  
  Through the town he went walking.
  He showed them the holes in his head.
  Now do you want any loaves? He cried.
  ‘Not today’ they said.
  
  Charles Causley