Poems - Page 7

Angel_de_Combate · 04-11-2009, 10:32 AM

Anticipation

How beautiful the earth is still,
To thee - how full of happiness!
How little fraught with real ill,
Or unreal phantoms of distress!
How spring can bring thee glory, yet,
And summer win thee to forget
December's sullen time!
Why dost thou hold the treasure fast,
Of youth's delight, when youth is past,
And thou art near thy prime?

When those who were thy own compeers,
Equals in fortune and in years,
Have seen their morning melt in tears,
To clouded, smileless day;
Blest, had they died untried and young,
Before their hearts went wandering wrong,
Poor slaves, subdued by passions strong,
A weak and helpless prey!

" Because, I hoped while they enjoyed,
And, by fulfilment, hope destroyed;
As children hope, with trustful breast,
I waited bliss - and cherished rest.
A thoughtful spirit taught me, soon,
That we must long till life be done;
That every phase of earthly joy
Must always fade, and always cloy:

This I foresaw - and would not chase
The fleeting treacheries;
But, with firm foot and tranquil face,
Held backward from that tempting race,
Gazed o'er the sands the waves efface,
To the enduring seas - ;
There cast my anchor of desire
Deep in unknown eternity;
Nor ever let my spirit tire,
With looking for what is to be!

It is hope's spell that glorifies,
Like youth, to my maturer eyes,
All Nature's million mysteries,
The fearful and the fair -
Hope soothes me in the griefs I know;
She lulls my pain for others' woe,
And makes me strong to undergo
What I am born to bear.

Glad comforter! will I not brave,
Unawed, the darkness of the grave?
Nay, smile to hear Death's billows rave -
Sustained, my guide, by thee?
The more unjust seems present fate,
The more my spirit swells elate,
Strong, in thy strength, to anticipate
Rewarding destiny !"

Emily Jane Brontë

Angel_de_Combate · 05-14-2009, 04:47 PM

The Pig by Roald Dahl

In England once there lived a big
And wonderfully clever pig.
To everybody it was plain
That Piggy had a massive brain.
He worked out sums inside his head,
There was no book he hadn't read.
He knew what made an airplane fly,
He knew how engines worked and why.
He knew all this, but in the end
One question drove him round the bend:
He simply couldn't puzzle out
What LIFE was really all about.
What was the reason for his birth?
Why was he placed upon this earth?
His giant brain went round and round.
Alas, no answer could be found.
Till suddenly one wondrous night.
All in a flash he saw the light.
He jumped up like a ballet dancer
And yelled, "By gum, I've got the answer!"
"They want my bacon slice by slice
"To sell at a tremendous price!
"They want my tender juicy chops
"To put in all the butcher's shops!
"They want my pork to make a roast
"And that's the part'll cost the most!
"They want my sausages in strings!
"They even want my chitterlings!
"The butcher's shop! The carving knife!
"That is the reason for my life!"
Such thoughts as these are not designed
To give a pig great piece of mind.
Next morning, in comes Farmer Bland,
A pail of pigswill in his hand,
And piggy with a mighty roar,
Bashes the farmer to the floor…
Now comes the rather grizzly bit
So let's not make too much of it,
Except that you must understand
That Piggy did eat Farmer Bland,
He ate him up from head to toe,
Chewing the pieces nice and slow.
It took an hour to reach the feet,
Because there was so much to eat,
And when he finished, Pig, of course,
Felt absolutely no remorse.
Slowly he scratched his brainy head
And with a little smile he said,
"I had a fairly powerful hunch
"That he might have me for his lunch.
"And so, because I feared the worst,
"I thought I'd better eat him first."

Gawyn_Trakkand · 05-14-2009, 07:06 PM

I've read the pig before by Dahl its pretty awesome and even though he was a childrens story writer he is one of my favourite authors. Keep em coming!

Hell_bound · 05-31-2009, 03:57 AM

The hour, it does approach...
Will you be ready, my love?

Quote:

Originally Posted by syd barrett - rats ~

Got it hit down
spot knock inside a spider
says: "That's love yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!"
"That's love yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!"
says: "That's love - All know it
TV, teeth, feet, peace, feel it...
"That's love yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!"
"That's love yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!"

like the fall that brings me to
I like the fall that brings me to
I like the cord around sinew
I make a cord around sinew

Duck, the way to least is less
Tea craving of the metal west
Hell tomorrow's rain and test
Hell tomorrow's rain and test
Love an empty son and guess
Love an empty son and guess
pimples dangerous and blessed

Heaving, arriving, tinkling
mingling jets and statuettes
seething wet we meeting fleck
seething wet we meeting fleck
lines and winds and crib and half
each fair day I give you half
of each fair day I give you half
I look into your eyes and you,
flathe in the sun for you...

Bam, spastic, tactile engine
heaving, crackle, slinky, dormy, roofy, wham
I'll have them, fried bloke
broken jardy, cardy, smoocho, moocho, paki, pufftle
sploshette moxy, very smelly,
cable, gable, splintra, channel
top the seam he's taken off

rats, rats lay down flat
we don't need you, we act like that
and if you think you're un-loved
then we know about that...

rats, rats, lay down flat!
yes, yes, yes, yes, lay down flat!

Feel all the world heave, as man is about to bleed...
Out from every pour...

Quote:

Originally Posted by syd barrett - swan lee `

Swan Lee got up at the Running Foot pow-wow,
pleaded from the fire to his waiting canoe.
Chattering Squaw untied the wigwam door,
the chief blew smoke rings two by two!

The land in silence stands...

Swan Lee, his boat by the bank in the darkness,
loosened the rope in the creek is entwined.
A feather from the wing of a wild young eagle,
pointed to the land where his fortune he'd find

The land in silence stands

Swan Lee paddled on from the land of his fathers,
his eyes scanned the undergrowth on either side.
From the shore hung a hot, heavy, creature infested
tropic, Swan Lee had a bow by his side

The land in silence stands

Swan Lee kept time, half on land, half on water,
Grizzly bear and raccoon his fare.
He followed his ears to the great water fall,
Swan Lee knew deep down that his squaw was there!

The land in silence stands....

Suddenly the rush of the mighty great thunder,
confronted Swan Lee as his song he sang,
In the dawn, with his squaw, he was battling homeward
It was all written down by Long Silas Lang.

The land in silence stands...
The land in silence stands...
The land in silence stands.

Down the drain, one nation it will go...
Then the world will be blown away...
And life shall go on...
After the dawn of a nuclear winter decays...
Don't be afraid...
My love, don't be... afraid.

~ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sAQj3...eature=related
` http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s7lAfEsp1-c

DemonMonger · 05-31-2009, 05:15 AM

A Realm Without

The land of Regnum with its three realms were once seperate yet united.
Anticipations of glory, honor, made few stand out as their passions ignited.
Noble clans were formed with a clear purpose and pride.
All who saw their visions their future went along for the ride.
The Server was Ra and Ra alone.
A testing land Amun where skills were honed.
Options arised and Horus was born.
Magestic Ra would soon asunder torn.
Verbage passed and conflict due.
The people of Ra made home of Horus new.
Wisdom once forged by the fires of battle,
Became lost in the divide of many horses one saddle.
Will NGD create a magical gate to allow a safe passage,
For the users of Ra to join Horus with full package?
Will NGD give us a way to rejoin with lost friends,
Or will we have to climb the mountains again?
Until the day comes when all are together once more..
I'll roam my Ignis wasteland.. my shadow hunting realms scorned..
(maybe I will edit this to add more... but time to gather magnatites...)

Angel_de_Combate · 05-31-2009, 10:10 AM

Moonlight, summer moonlight

'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight,
All soft and still and fair;
The solemn hour of midnight
Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere,

But most where trees are sending
Their breezy boughs on high,
Or stooping low are lending
A shelter from the sky.

And there in those wild bowers
A lovely form is laid;
Green grass and dew-steeped flowers
Wave gently round her head.

Emily Jane Brontë

Angel_de_Combate · 06-05-2009, 11:19 PM

Cut grass

Cut grass lies frail:
Brief is the breath
Mown stalks exhale.
Long, long the death

It dies in the white hours
Of young-leafed June
With chestnut flowers,
With hedges snowlike strewn,

White lilac bowed,
Lost lanes of Queen Anne's lace,
And that high-builded cloud
Moving at summer's pace.

Phillip Larkin

Watched a docu on tv about this guy...seeing as i like Auden...figures i like this guy too.. the ordinary can be extraordinary too

Hell_bound · 06-06-2009, 09:16 PM

the vision of the future which only the mad can see....

Right ! now ! ha ha ha ha ha

I am an antichrist
I am an anarchist
Dont know what I want but
I know how to get it
I wanna destroy the passer by cos i

I wanna be anarchy !
No dogs body

Anarchy for the u.k its coming sometime and maybe
I give a wrong time stop a trafic line
Your future dream is a shopping scheme cos i

I wanna be anarchy !
In the city

How many ways to get what you want
I use the best I use the rest
I use the enemy I use anarchy cos i

I wanna be anarchy !
The only way to be !

Is this the m.p.l.a
Or is this the u.d.a
Or is this the i.r.a
I thought it was the u.k or just
Another country
Another council tenancy

I wanna be an anarchist
Oh what a name
Get pissed destroy !

Sex Pistols: Anarchy In The Uk

Angel_de_Combate · 08-26-2009, 07:29 PM

Who Ever Loved That Loved Not at First Sight?

It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is overruled by fate.
When two are stripped, long ere the course begin,
We wish that one should love, the other win;

And one especially do we affect
Of two gold ingots, like in each respect:
The reason no man knows; let it suffice
What we behold is censured by our eyes.
Where both deliberate, the love is slight:
Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?

Christopher Marlowe

Godot · 08-26-2009, 07:46 PM

I dont know much about poetry,except I know what I like.
This is called Sonnet 17 ,by a man named Pablo Neruda,hope you enjoy.

Sonnet XVII

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Pablo Neruda

05-14-2009, 04:47 PM	#62
Angel_de_Combate Banned Join Date: Jan 2008 Posts: 440	The Pig by Roald Dahl In England once there lived a big And wonderfully clever pig. To everybody it was plain That Piggy had a massive brain. He worked out sums inside his head, There was no book he hadn't read. He knew what made an airplane fly, He knew how engines worked and why. He knew all this, but in the end One question drove him round the bend: He simply couldn't puzzle out What LIFE was really all about. What was the reason for his birth? Why was he placed upon this earth? His giant brain went round and round. Alas, no answer could be found. Till suddenly one wondrous night. All in a flash he saw the light. He jumped up like a ballet dancer And yelled, "By gum, I've got the answer!" "They want my bacon slice by slice "To sell at a tremendous price! "They want my tender juicy chops "To put in all the butcher's shops! "They want my pork to make a roast "And that's the part'll cost the most! "They want my sausages in strings! "They even want my chitterlings! "The butcher's shop! The carving knife! "That is the reason for my life!" Such thoughts as these are not designed To give a pig great piece of mind. Next morning, in comes Farmer Bland, A pail of pigswill in his hand, And piggy with a mighty roar, Bashes the farmer to the floor… Now comes the rather grizzly bit So let's not make too much of it, Except that you must understand That Piggy did eat Farmer Bland, He ate him up from head to toe, Chewing the pieces nice and slow. It took an hour to reach the feet, Because there was so much to eat, And when he finished, Pig, of course, Felt absolutely no remorse. Slowly he scratched his brainy head And with a little smile he said, "I had a fairly powerful hunch "That he might have me for his lunch. "And so, because I feared the worst, "I thought I'd better eat him first." Last edited by Angel_de_Combate; 05-14-2009 at 05:00 PM. Reason: I changed my mind :)

05-31-2009, 05:15 AM	#65
DemonMonger Marquis Join Date: Mar 2007 Location: Edge of the Abyss Posts: 2,066	RA is not as fun without my english speakers! A Realm Without The land of Regnum with its three realms were once seperate yet united. Anticipations of glory, honor, made few stand out as their passions ignited. Noble clans were formed with a clear purpose and pride. All who saw their visions their future went along for the ride. The Server was Ra and Ra alone. A testing land Amun where skills were honed. Options arised and Horus was born. Magestic Ra would soon asunder torn. Verbage passed and conflict due. The people of Ra made home of Horus new. Wisdom once forged by the fires of battle, Became lost in the divide of many horses one saddle. Will NGD create a magical gate to allow a safe passage, For the users of Ra to join Horus with full package? Will NGD give us a way to rejoin with lost friends, Or will we have to climb the mountains again? Until the day comes when all are together once more.. I'll roam my Ignis wasteland.. my shadow hunting realms scorned.. (maybe I will edit this to add more... but time to gather magnatites...)

06-06-2009, 09:16 PM	#68
Hell_bound Master Join Date: Feb 2008 Posts: 281	the vision of the future which only the mad can see.... Right ! now ! ha ha ha ha ha I am an antichrist I am an anarchist Dont know what I want but I know how to get it I wanna destroy the passer by cos i I wanna be anarchy ! No dogs body Anarchy for the u.k its coming sometime and maybe I give a wrong time stop a trafic line Your future dream is a shopping scheme cos i I wanna be anarchy ! In the city How many ways to get what you want I use the best I use the rest I use the enemy I use anarchy cos i I wanna be anarchy ! The only way to be ! Is this the m.p.l.a Or is this the u.d.a Or is this the i.r.a I thought it was the u.k or just Another country Another council tenancy I wanna be an anarchist Oh what a name Get pissed destroy ! Sex Pistols: Anarchy In The Uk __________________ .'. In the name of God, impure souls of the living dead shall be banished into eternal damnation. Amen. - Alucard .'.

08-26-2009, 07:46 PM	#70
Godot Apprentice Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: Chicago, IL Posts: 91	I dont know much about poetry,except I know what I like. This is called Sonnet 17 ,by a man named Pablo Neruda,hope you enjoy. Sonnet XVII I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. Pablo Neruda __________________ There are 4 things you can never recover: The stone..after the throw. The word..after it's said. The occasion..after it's missed. The time..after it's gone.

04-11-2009, 10:32 AM	#61
Angel_de_Combate Banned Join Date: Jan 2008 Posts: 440	Anticipation How beautiful the earth is still, To thee - how full of happiness! How little fraught with real ill, Or unreal phantoms of distress! How spring can bring thee glory, yet, And summer win thee to forget December's sullen time! Why dost thou hold the treasure fast, Of youth's delight, when youth is past, And thou art near thy prime? When those who were thy own compeers, Equals in fortune and in years, Have seen their morning melt in tears, To clouded, smileless day; Blest, had they died untried and young, Before their hearts went wandering wrong, Poor slaves, subdued by passions strong, A weak and helpless prey! " Because, I hoped while they enjoyed, And, by fulfilment, hope destroyed; As children hope, with trustful breast, I waited bliss - and cherished rest. A thoughtful spirit taught me, soon, That we must long till life be done; That every phase of earthly joy Must always fade, and always cloy: This I foresaw - and would not chase The fleeting treacheries; But, with firm foot and tranquil face, Held backward from that tempting race, Gazed o'er the sands the waves efface, To the enduring seas - ; There cast my anchor of desire Deep in unknown eternity; Nor ever let my spirit tire, With looking for what is to be! It is hope's spell that glorifies, Like youth, to my maturer eyes, All Nature's million mysteries, The fearful and the fair - Hope soothes me in the griefs I know; She lulls my pain for others' woe, And makes me strong to undergo What I am born to bear. Glad comforter! will I not brave, Unawed, the darkness of the grave? Nay, smile to hear Death's billows rave - Sustained, my guide, by thee? The more unjust seems present fate, The more my spirit swells elate, Strong, in thy strength, to anticipate Rewarding destiny !" Emily Jane Brontë

05-14-2009, 07:06 PM	#63
Gawyn_Trakkand Banned Join Date: Mar 2009 Location: Cheshire, England Posts: 219	I've read the pig before by Dahl its pretty awesome and even though he was a childrens story writer he is one of my favourite authors. Keep em coming!

05-31-2009, 10:10 AM	#66
Angel_de_Combate Banned Join Date: Jan 2008 Posts: 440	Moonlight, summer moonlight 'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere, But most where trees are sending Their breezy boughs on high, Or stooping low are lending A shelter from the sky. And there in those wild bowers A lovely form is laid; Green grass and dew-steeped flowers Wave gently round her head. Emily Jane Brontë

06-05-2009, 11:19 PM	#67
Angel_de_Combate Banned Join Date: Jan 2008 Posts: 440	Cut grass Cut grass lies frail: Brief is the breath Mown stalks exhale. Long, long the death It dies in the white hours Of young-leafed June With chestnut flowers, With hedges snowlike strewn, White lilac bowed, Lost lanes of Queen Anne's lace, And that high-builded cloud Moving at summer's pace. Phillip Larkin Watched a docu on tv about this guy...seeing as i like Auden...figures i like this guy too.. the ordinary can be extraordinary too

08-26-2009, 07:29 PM	#69
Angel_de_Combate Banned Join Date: Jan 2008 Posts: 440	Who Ever Loved That Loved Not at First Sight? It lies not in our power to love or hate, For will in us is overruled by fate. When two are stripped, long ere the course begin, We wish that one should love, the other win; And one especially do we affect Of two gold ingots, like in each respect: The reason no man knows; let it suffice What we behold is censured by our eyes. Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight? Christopher Marlowe