Sunday, February 15, 2009

A Place for Poetry

it's just me practicing for fun...

12 comments:

  1. Roses are red...


    that's all I've got....

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  2. oh no!! smilies don't work here!!

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  3. posting one of my all time favorites...
    posted it the other day for Rascal and am posting it here again, just because I can! :)

    A Tear And A Smile

    I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart
    for the joys of the multitude.
    And I would not have the tears that sadness makes 

    to flow from my every part turn into laughter.

    I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.

    A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding

    of life's secrets and hidden things. 

    A smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind and 

    to be a symbol of my glorification of the gods.

    A tear to unite me with those of broken heart; 

    a smile to be a sign of my joy in existence.

    I would rather that I died in yearning and longing than 

    that I live weary and despairing.

    I want the hunger for love and beauty to be in the 

    depths of my spirit, for I have seen those who are 

    satisfied the most wretched of people. 

    I have heard the sigh of those in yearning and longing, 

    and it is sweeter than the sweetest melody.

    With evening's coming the flower folds her petals 

    and sleeps, embracing her longing. 

    At morning's approach she opens her lips to meet 

    the sun's kiss.

    The life of a flower is longing and fulfilment.

    A tear and a smile.

    The waters of the sea become vapor and rise and come 

    together and are a cloud.

    And the cloud floats above the hills and valleys 

    until it meets the gentle breeze, then falls weeping 

    to the fields and joins with brooks and rivers to return 

    to the sea, its home.

    The life of clouds is a parting and a meeting. 

    A tear and a smile.

    And so does the spirit become separated from 

    the greater spirit to move in the world of matter 

    and pass as a cloud over the mountain of sorrow 

    and the plains of joy to meet the breeze of death 

    and return whence it came.

    To the ocean of Love and Beauty----to God.

    Kahlil Gibran

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  4. Juliebug

    Roses are red
    Violets are blue

    I like David
    How about you?

    ha!
    Abrra

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  5. abrra1102- I love it!!!

    (on this thread i'm just going to keep posting "I love it", LOL!)

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  6. lol happy, thanks for the poem
    and no I don't like David , I love him.

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  7. Okay Happy - finish this off:

    There was a young man from Murray

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  8. I'm not happy but I am a little giddy.

    There was a young man from Murray
    Whose voice was delicious and purry
    Though none could resist him
    No one has yet kissed him
    He says he’s just not in a hurry.

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  9. Yay Angelica!

    I was having a hard time rhyming Murray with anything but worry. So I just decided to yield to the experts.
    Love the word Purry!

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