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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

 

By Robert Frost

 

 

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

 

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

 

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

 

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

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from A Midsummer Night's Dream

Act V, Scene 1

 

If we shadows have offended,

Think but this and all is mended -

That you have but slumb'red here

While these visions did appear.

And this weak and idle theme,

No more yielding than a dream.

Gentles, do not reprehend.

If you pardon, we will mend.

And, as I am an honest Puck,

If we have unearned luck

Now to scape the serpent's tongue,

We will make amends ere long;

Else the Puck a liar call

So, good night unto you all.

Give me your hands if we be friends,

And Robin shall restore amends.

 

-- William Shakespeare

 

One of my favorites of Shakespeare's. Incidentally, some of you might remember that the character Neal performs this soliloquy during a performance of the play in the movie Dead Poet's Society.

 

O Captain! My Captain!

 

Walt Whitman

 

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done

The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won

The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,

While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring

But O heart! heart! heart!

O the bleeding drops of red,

Where on the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

 

 

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells

Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills

For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding

For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning

Here Captain! dear father!

This arm beneath your head

It is some dream that on the deck,

You've fallen cold and dead.

 

 

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still

My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will

The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done

From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won

Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!

But I, with mournful tread,

Walk the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

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Mending Wall

 

Robert Frost

 

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,

That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,

And spills the upper boulders in the sun,

And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.

The work of hunters is another thing:

I have come after them and made repair

Where they have left not one stone on a stone,

But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,

To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,

No one has seen them made or heard them made,

But at spring mending-time we find them there.

 

I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;

And on a day we meet to walk the line

And set the wall between us once again.

We keep the wall between us as we go.

To each the boulders that have fallen to each.

And some are loaves and some so nearly balls

We have to use a spell to make them balance:

'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'

We wear our fingers rough with handling them.

Oh, just another kind of out-door game,

One on a side. It comes to little more:

There where it is we do not need the wall:

He is all pine and I am apple orchard.

My apple trees will never get across

And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.

He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors'.

 

Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder

If I could put a notion in his head:

'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it

Where there are cows?

But here there are no cows.

Before I built a wall I'd ask to know

What I was walling in or walling out,

And to whom I was like to give offense.

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,

That wants it down.' I could say 'Elves' to him,

But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather

He said it for himself. I see him there

Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top

In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.

He moves in darkness as it seems to me~

Not of woods only and the shade of trees.

He will not go behind his father's saying,

And he likes having thought of it so well

He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."

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from A Midsummer Night's Dream

Act V, Scene 1

 

If we shadows have offended,

Think but this and all is mended -

That you have but slumb'red here

While these visions did appear.

And this weak and idle theme,

No more yielding than a dream.

Gentles, do not reprehend.

If you pardon, we will mend.

And, as I am an honest Puck,

If we have unearned luck

Now to scape the serpent's tongue,

We will make amends ere long;

Else the Puck a liar call

So, good night unto you all.

Give me your hands if we be friends,

And Robin shall restore amends.

 

-- William Shakespeare

 

One of my favorites of Shakespeare's. Incidentally, some of you might remember that the character Neal performs this soliloquy during a performance of the play in the movie Dead Poet's Society.

 

O Captain! My Captain!

 

Walt Whitman

 

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done

The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won

The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,

While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring

But O heart! heart! heart!

O the bleeding drops of red,

Where on the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

 

 

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells

Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills

For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding

For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning

Here Captain! dear father!

This arm beneath your head

It is some dream that on the deck,

You've fallen cold and dead.

 

 

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still

My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will

The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done

From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won

Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!

But I, with mournful tread,

Walk the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

 

Well done!!

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Thinking of you

 

 

The time our eyes met

What we instantly meant to one another

 

How you took my hand

In stride by the water as moon greeted us

 

That time you hugged me

When my family was less accepting

 

How you held me closer

And heard all those years of disapproval

 

The time you had tears

When we contemplated our future

 

How I held your hand again

And gave you my speech about life

 

The time our eyes met

Yet again and I f*cked you hard

 

How we held each other

And created life

 

 

- B. Lee

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A Dylan Thomas classic...

 

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

 

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

 

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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A William Blake classic...

 

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 sieze the fire?

 

And what shoulder, & what art.

Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

And when thy heart began to beat,

What dread hand? & 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 watered 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?

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W.H. Auden

 

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum

Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

 

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

Scribbling in the sky the message He is Dead,

Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,

Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

 

He was my North, my South, my East and West,

My working week and my Sunday rest

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.

 

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;

For nothing now can ever come to any good.

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A boost to the winter-warn spirit...

 

A Prayer in Spring

 

 

 

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;

And give us not to think so far away

As the uncertain harvest; keep us here

All simply in the springing of the year.

 

Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,

Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;

And make us happy in the happy bees,

The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.

 

And make us happy in the darting bird

That suddenly above the bees is heard,

The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,

And off a blossom in mid air stands still.

 

For this is love and nothing else is love,

The which it is reserved for God above

To sanctify to what far ends He will,

But which it only needs that we fulfil.

 

Robert Frost

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One of my favorite poets is Federico Garcia Lorca. Here is an English version of his poem "Guitar".

 

The Guitar-La Guitarra

 

 

 

The weeping of the guitar

begins.

The goblets of dawn

are smashed.

The weeping of the guitar

begins.

Useless

to silence it.

Impossible

to silence it.

It weeps monotonously

as water weeps

as the wind weeps

over snowfields.

Impossible

to silence it.

It weeps for distant

things.

Hot southern sands

yearning for white camellias.

Weeps, arrow without target

evening without morning,

and the first dead bird

on the branch.

Oh, guitar!

Heart mortally wounded

by five swords.

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Another Lorca poem:

The Gypsy and the Wind

 

 

 

Playing her parchment moon

Precosia comes

along a watery path of laurels and crystal lights.

The starless silence, fleeing

from her rhythmic tambourine,

falls where the sea whips and sings,

his night filled with silvery swarms.

High atop the mountain peaks

the sentinels are weeping;

they guard the tall white towers

of the English consulate.

And gypsies of the water

for their pleasure erect

little castles of conch shells

and arbors of greening pine.

 

Playing her parchment moon

Precosia comes.

The wind sees her and rises,

the wind that never slumbers.

Naked Saint Christopher swells,

watching the girl as he plays

with tongues of celestial bells

on an invisible bagpipe.

 

Gypsy, let me lift your skirt

and have a look at you.

Open in my ancient fingers

the blue rose of your womb.

 

Precosia throws the tambourine

and runs away in terror.

But the virile wind pursues her

with his breathing and burning sword.

 

The sea darkens and roars,

while the olive trees turn pale.

The flutes of darkness sound,

and a muted gong of the snow.

 

Precosia, run, Precosia!

Or the green wind will catch you!

Precosia, run, Precosia!

And look how fast he comes!

A satyr of low-born stars

with their long and glistening tongues.

 

Precosia, filled with fear,

now makes her way to that house

beyond the tall green pines

where the English consul lives.

 

Alarmed by the anguished cries,

three riflemen come running,

their black capes tightly drawn,

and berets down over their brow.

 

The Englishman gives the gypsy

a glass of tepid milk

and a shot of Holland gin

which Precosia does not drink.

 

And while she tells them, weeping,

of her strange adventure,

the wind furiously gnashes

against the slate roof tiles.

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Another Lorca poem, Riddle of the Guitar. Best in Spanish.

 

Adivinanza De La Guitarra

 

 

 

En la redonda

encrucijada,

seis doncellas

bailan.

Tres de carne

y tres de plata.

Los sueños de ayer las buscan

pero las tiene abrazadas

un Polifemo de oro.

¡La guitarra!

 

Federico García Lorca

 

I'll give my translation:

 

At a circular crossroad

six maidens dance.

Three of flesh,

three of siver.

They seeks the dreams of yesterday,

but a golden Polephmus

holds them.

The Guitar!

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Life… so hard to make sense of at times, and even harder if you actually try. A combination of pleasure and pain, we hope our good outweighs the bad. From the day we are born we exist to make our best go of it. Hopefully in the end we can understand it a bit better. It’s something we are exceedingly excited about at times, and at others we just learn to endure. We wear the various masks of humankind. We are angry. We are scared. We are strong at times and we vulnerable and childlike at other times. We are all caring. We are cold and callous. We are genuine and sincere. We are fake and superficial. Our family and friends keep us sane, and thankful. Our family and friends drive us to the brink of insanity. The good we see in this world overwhelms us at times to the point of tears. The pain of a world filled with evil try’s to penetrate our souls daily but we shut out as much as we can because desensitized is the only way to cope with things our brains can’t make sense of.

In summation… We find satisfaction and contentment is always fleeting. A couple of drinks, a fancy dinner, a musical event, the big game... We live for those moments always waiting for the next one to bring us to that place where it all seems good. In the end our time is limited. Live, love, give, and forgive.

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I went on a savage tear,

my foes guts laying bare,

 

Furiously I ranted and raved

but, alas, they were saved

 

by intervention from on HIgh

curse the reasons why

 

Just as they were completely upended

my ass got suspended

 

Alack, Alas, my teeth I gnash

for two weeks, but then I bash!

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A pirate named Robert was he,

Twas dreadful as dreadful could be.

Avast and belay?

Sure, just not today,

As he's banished two weeks out to sea.

Edited by Sheldon Cooper
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Life… so hard to make sense of at times, and even harder if you actually try. A combination of pleasure and pain, we hope our good outweighs the bad. From the day we are born we exist to make our best go of it. Hopefully in the end we can understand it a bit better. It’s something we are exceedingly excited about at times, and at others we just learn to endure. We wear the various masks of humankind. We are angry. We are scared. We are strong at times and we vulnerable and childlike at other times. We are all caring. We are cold and callous. We are genuine and sincere. We are fake and superficial. Our family and friends keep us sane, and thankful. Our family and friends drive us to the brink of insanity. The good we see in this world overwhelms us at times to the point of tears. The pain of a world filled with evil try’s to penetrate our souls daily but we shut out as much as we can because desensitized is the only way to cope with things our brains can’t make sense of.

In summation… We find satisfaction and contentment is always fleeting. A couple of drinks, a fancy dinner, a musical event, the big game... We live for those moments always waiting for the next one to bring us to that place where it all seems good. In the end our time is limited. Live, love, give, and forgive.

 

Yes. I do relate.

 

tick's probably like....Daylin likes my stuff...lol wink

 

I must say that all of your poems are great.

As you all know (well maybe not some) but I do write too.

 

And Mr. B. Lee

Your poem (as you know) is in my sig and always will be.

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Varying only slightly

from something I told you

in the very first conversation

that was between just you

and just me

I feel compelled to tell you

that I love you for being

who you are

or perhaps that I love you simply

for being

and wonder what that I might accomplish

to repay you

for the simple gesture

of your existence

 

Both of us coming to feel

somehow safe and secure

with the notion

that life is

tearing our souls to pieces

but leaving just enough

to propel us through another day

or another night

or any of the other in-betweens

that we resist- teeth clenched

and seething against the grain

 

that life is

always on the precipice

like legs hanging off

the edge of the mattress-

the melancholy, the recklessness

the passion we feel

for the love we've lost

both fulfilled and unrequited

alike

 

that life is

never apologizing

never thinking in terms

of 'right' versus 'wrong'

but tethered to that precipice-

remaining faithful to the glory

of light, and love, and living

and ever so cognizant

of the pain that resides

at the bottom of a bottle

of pills

or bittersweet, poison wine

or any of the other instruments

of self-will

In which we might choose

to indulge

 

Out of this mutual, tragic void

which currently binds us

can also blossom a tremendous bond-

as strong and bold as two diamonds

amidst the ruinous ash

and at least the potential

to grow beyond the muddled fray

 

As my eyes can see sufficiently above

these granite monuments

to finality

I am reminded

of a very different kind of struggle

which was answered as succinctly

as my purpose can be stated now-

"I am, because we are."

 

At this tumultuous and defining moment

With every jagged punch to the gut

which seems to so often find us

tempered by the warmest and tenderest expressions

of friendship

 

I know that I have you

in whom to confide

upon whom I can rely

with whom I can rejoice

 

and you will always have me

for the same

 

and that is how

this life

will go on

 

 

 

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That one above, I wrote a few years ago. These next two are a little older, still.

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So many thoughts and expressions

Captured for an instant or two in my mind

and then floating out on the waves of time itself-

perchance to revisit

perchance to fade into the oblivion

of a million other losses

 

Over the passing of these thousands of days

My crowning disappointment is not that I don't 'have' you

But rather that I've never become enough of a man

To give, completely, to you

my unfettered heart

I do aspire to be such a man

by the time you first hear these words from me

as I realize that I have loved you

for virtually all of my adult years-

and so much of my energy

my motion and emotion

trying at every turn to recapture

the promise we briefly held

so deeply, together.

 

I loved the smell of your hair

the shape of your smile

and the enchantment I felt

from the look of your blushing, pixie face.

 

I'd like to think that I've learned a few things, by now

And I'd like to share them with you.

And it all starts with my asking you

to take my hands-

to put your hands in mine,

and dance with me

in the midst of all of the colors

that the night illuminates

in you.

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Employing the manta of

"So near, yet so far",

I promised myself that I would

do us the courtesy

of not remembering

 

I hate to say it, but I've failed

As the days became weeks, months, a year

Five years

Ten years, and then fifteen

 

And I know that you may be

somewhere north of remembering

anything at all

But I have to confess that the only thing that I remember is

all of it.

 

With one eye through a lens colored rose,

the other through the rather undignified lens of hindsight

I am led to recall that

in all of the love and magic that we made

I could have done so much more

than I did.

 

I remember coming and sitting across from you

when you were alone

I remember the first time I opened my car door

for you, to get inside

I remember your smile, your hands,

your tiny little elfin boots

I remember your whole body

completely enveloped by the right half of mine

lying pon your bed together

on a snowy afternoon in February

 

What was it about your hair

that it never needed a brush,

but only a few free fingers?

And what was it about your charn

that you didn't need to speak

so much as a single word to me?

 

I also remember that look in your eyes, so long ago

That said, desperately

"Don't do this, not now, don't leave me here"

And I wondered just then,

and so many times since

whether the right choice

could ever be attained.

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Dare

 

take me

anywhere

don’t wait

don’t care

just take me

i’m yours

if you dare

 

primeval

attraction

illicit

abstraction

your body

so naked

so share

 

take me up

make me scream

out of breath

wildest dream

view me

and screw me

and stare

 

down on you

tasting

i sense you

no wasting

your body

flesh glistens

so bare

 

hot

perspiration

skin touching

sensation

your body

and mine

in a pair

 

take me

everywhere

won’t wait

i don’t care

so make me

i want

do you dare?

 

I wrote that way back in '99, what was I like? :blush:

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Dare

 

take me

anywhere

don’t wait

don’t care

just take me

i’m yours

if you dare

 

primeval

attraction

illicit

abstraction

your body

so naked

so share

 

take me up

make me scream

out of breath

wildest dream

view me

and screw me

and stare

 

down on you

tasting

i sense you

no wasting

your body

flesh glistens

so bare

 

hot

perspiration

skin touching

sensation

your body

and mine

in a pair

 

take me

everywhere

won’t wait

i don’t care

so make me

i want

do you dare?

 

I wrote that way back in '99, what was I like? :blush:

You wrote that? That is so hot words escape me.......
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You are a talented poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Road rage

The angers rising swiftly to the surface

The canvas is a vast and open road

No one seems to care or have a purpose

The narcissistic bad intentions flow

 

Feeling like your souls under possession

The demon has his place inside you now

Wanting to become the hands of justice

To send the selfish bastards through the ground

 

Chorus:

The blood inside that boils may soon spill over

To cover those of selfish careless sin

Will they learn a lesson or become one

Some beginnings don’t happily ever end

 

Thoughtless they don’t care it’s all about them

The cost of who may hurt is no concern

 

If this ends up badly through a guard rail

A guilty laughter rises from within

 

The price that’s paid is heavy for transgression

The innocent will suffer as they grieve

 

Chorus

The family now must bury their own loved one

Sparing others from the pain they bare the cross

The choices that we make are often not about us

We paid the price but could not count the cost

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Tick Toad Rage

 

Ticky anger rising it's swimming all over his face

His beat up canvas shoes just stepped on a toad

No one seems to care but this thing felt as big as a porpoise

and the nasty toad intestines flow

 

Feeling like his soles are being blasted by a compressor

The toad demon has his place inside him now

Wanting to give the slimy toad some justice

instead he sent the ugly bastard through the ground

 

Chorus:

Tick's blood inside it boils and toad blood is all over

To cover up his feelings he's swigging gin

Will he learn his lesson or become a toad masher?

Some toad squishers don’t realise they're one when they begin

 

Thoughtless Tick don’t care it’s not all about them toads

The cost of how many toads got hurt is no concern

 

If this walk ends up going badly through a damn toad

A crazy laughter gurgles up from ticky's gut

 

The price that’s paid is heavy for toad

what the fuckk would happen if it was a tortoise?

 

Chorus

The family now must bury their beloved toad

Sparing others from the pond across the road

From choices that Tick made tonight like not taking the bus

the toad paid the price the slimy beast is lost

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