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01-10-2015, 11:34 PM
RE: Poets' Corner (Serious Poems)
Silverstein. He's fantastic. One of my favourites too.

Rosalie's good eats cafe

Quote:Old man McKenzie, he's thumpin' his Bible,
Rantin' 'bout hell's burnin' fires.
"You're all eatin' your chicken and drinkin' your wine,
Indulgin' your carnal desires."
He kicks at the jukebox, then pinches Darlene.
She screams and damn near drops her tray,
Rejectin' salvation at two in the mornin'
Rosalie's Good Eats Café.

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04-10-2015, 09:15 PM
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SERGEY ESENIN

The Stars



Stars little stars, youТre so high and so clear!

What have you got in you, so fascinating?

Stars, deep in thought, so discreet you appear,

What is the power that makes you so tempting?



Stars, little stars, youТre so dense and so solid!

What is it that makes you so great and alluring?

How can you,а heavenlyа bodies, afford it:

Stirring a thirst and desire for learning?



Why, as you shine, are youа nice and inviting

Into your wide open arms, on the instant?

Pleasing the heart, so benign and enticing,

Heavenly stars, so remote and so distant!

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I AM DEPLORABLE AND IRREDEEMABLE
SHE PERSISTED WE RESISTED
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04-10-2015, 09:16 PM
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SERGEY ESENIN

The Night



The tired day droops, slowly waning ,

The noisy waves are now tranquil.

The sun has set, the moon is sailing

Above the world, absorbed and still.



The valley listens to the babbles

Of peaceful river in the dale.

The forest, dark and bending, slumbers

To warbling of the nightingale.



The river, listening in and fondling,

Talks with the banks in quiet hush.

And up above resounds,а a-rolling,

The merry rustle of the rush.

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04-10-2015, 09:24 PM
RE: Poets' Corner (Serious Poems)
Edgar Allan Poe

SERENADE

So sweet the hour, so calm the time,
I feel it more than half a crime,
When Nature sleeps and stars are mute,
To mar the silence ev'n with lute.
At rest on ocean's brilliant dyes
An image of Elysium lies:
Seven Pleiades entranced in Heaven,
Form in the deep another seven:
Endymion nodding from above
Sees in the sea a second love.
Within the valleys dim and brown,
And on the spectral mountain's crown,
The wearied light is dying down,
And earth, and stars, and sea, and sky
Are redolent of sleep, as I
Am redolent of thee and thine
Enthralling love, my Adeline.
But list, O list,- so soft and low
Thy lover's voice tonight shall flow,
That, scarce awake, thy soul shall deem
My words the music of a dream.
Thus, while no single sound too rude
Upon thy slumber shall intrude,
Our thoughts, our souls- O God above!
In every deed shall mingle, love.

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04-10-2015, 11:44 PM
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The universe

Huge, expansive, dark and vast,
through it we can see the past.
Light has traveled many years,
yet it falls on your deaf ears.

Galaxies are only dull, if
you're too focused on your soul.
There is far too much to see, to
spend your whole life on bent knee.

Stars and other worlds abound,
yet you're looking at the ground.
See the world with brand new eyes,
take a moment: see the skies.


That's mine btw, and i'm pretty proud of it.

A man should not believe in an ism, he should believe in himself. -Ferris Bueller

That's what a ship is, you know. It's not just a keel and a hull and a deck and sails, that's what a ship needs but what a ship is... what the Black Pearl really is... is freedom. -Jack Sparrow
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04-10-2015, 11:49 PM
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(04-10-2015 11:44 PM)Imathinker Wrote:  The universe

Huge, expansive, dark and vast,
through it we can see the past.
Light has traveled many years,
yet it falls on your deaf ears.

Galaxies are only dull, if
you're too focused on your soul.
There is far too much to see, to
spend your whole life on bent knee.

Stars and other worlds abound,
yet you're looking at the ground.
See the world with brand new eyes,
take a moment: see the skies.


That's mine btw, and i'm pretty proud of it.
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05-10-2015, 04:09 PM
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Fun fact: H. P. Lovecraft wrote poetry as well as prose. Also fun fact: he sucked at it.

The following is the one poem he ever wrote that wasn't complete, utter trash.

"Nemesis" - H. P. Lovecraft

Thro’ the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber,
Past the wan-moon’d abysses of night,
I have liv’d o’er my lives without number,
I have sounded all things with my sight;
And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright.

I have whirl’d with the earth at the dawning,
When the sky was a vaporous flame;
I have seen the dark universe yawning,
Where the black planets roll without aim;
Where they roll in their horror unheeded, without knowledge or lustre or name.

I had drifted o’er seas without ending,
Under sinister grey-clouded skies
That the many-fork’d lightning is rending,
That resound with hysterical cries;
With the moans of invisible daemons that out of the green waters rise.

I have plung’d like a deer thro’ the arches
Of the hoary primoridal grove,
Where the oaks feel the presence that marches
And stalks on where no spirit dares rove;
And I flee from a thing that surrounds me, and leers thro’ dead branches above.

I have stumbled by cave-ridden mountains
That rise barren and bleak from the plain,
I have drunk of the fog-foetid fountains
That ooze down to the marsh and the main;
And in hot cursed tarns I have seen things I care not to gaze on again.

I have scann’d the vast ivy-clad palace,
I have trod its untenanted hall,
Where the moon writhing up from the valleys
Shews the tapestried things on the wall;
Strange figures discordantly woven, which I cannot endure to recall.

I have peer’d from the casement in wonder
At the mouldering meadows around,
At the many-roof’d village laid under
The curse of a grave-girdled ground;
And from rows of white urn-carven marble I listen intently for sound.

I have haunted the tombs of the ages,
I have flown on the pinions of fear
Where the smoke-belching Erebus rages,
Where the jokulls loom snow-clad and drear:
And in realms where the sun of the desert consumes what it never can cheer.

I was old when the Pharaohs first mounted
The jewel-deck’d throne by the Nile;
I was old in those epochs uncounted
When I, and I only, was vile;
And Man, yet untainted and happy, dwelt in bliss on the far Arctic isle.

Oh, great was the sin of my spirit,
And great is the reach of its doom;
Not the pity of Heaven can cheer it,
Nor can respite be found in the tomb:
Down the infinite aeons come beating the wings of unmerciful gloom.

Thro’ the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber,
Past the wan-moon’d abysses of night,
I have liv’d o’er my lives without number,
I have sounded all things with my sight;
And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright.

"Owl," said Rabbit shortly, "you and I have brains. The others have fluff. If there is any thinking to be done in this Forest - and when I say thinking I mean thinking - you and I must do it."
- A. A. Milne, The House at Pooh Corner
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20-10-2015, 09:02 PM (This post was last modified: 20-10-2015 09:29 PM by Deidre32.)
RE: Poets' Corner (Serious Poems)
I wrote this earlier tonight, and shared it on a few other sites I post on, and wanted to share with you all, too. Someone needs to come up with one big giant forum so all my e friends are in one spot. Laugh out load

The Wisher

Once upon a time, there was a girl who spent a lot of time wishing her life away. She wished that she had majored in journalism in college, and had become a well-known author. She wished she had dated the nice guys instead of the bad ones, and maybe she’d be married to a most wonderful man right now, with kids and a white picket fence. She wished she had competed in a marathon, instead of always training for one. She wished she was less vulnerable and braver…then for sure all of her dreams would come true. She wished she traveled the world, and spoke a variety of different languages…so she could be more interesting and eye catching to the opposite sex. She wished she had gone out of her way to help the homeless, instead of writing checks and mailing them off, not seeing where the money went. But, wishing…it went to the cause that she wished it would help.

She would look up at the stars, wishing she was one herself. She wished she had owned a farm, so she could serve the community with fresh organic produce. She wished she had not spent so much money on dumb things that have no real value. She wished she had prayed more, and questioned less. She wished she had been a better friend, a better lover, a better sister, a better daughter.

One day, this girl realized something rather astonishing. She had been wishing all of her life to be someone else, instead of appreciating the roads she had traveled, the distances she had walked, the bumps she had stumbled over, to get to who she had become. And she might not have become an author, but she loved to write. She might not have competed in a marathon, but she loved to run. She might not have been the best daughter, sister, friend or lover …but, she did the best that she could. She was vulnerable and yet brave. And, she dabbled in different languages, enjoying the journey of learning them.

One day, this same girl went for a walk with her best friend. Her friend talked of all these things that she wished she had become during her life, but had never accomplished. She described her friend, the girl who wished her life away, and the girl looked at her with tears in her eyes, and said…’’why are you saying these things to me?’’ Her friend smiled and said…’’I say these things, because I’ve always wished that …I was you.’’ And they hugged…for what was probably the longest unrecorded hug…in history.

No matter where you are...be happy with who you are. And how far you have come. Heart

Be true to yourself. Heart
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08-11-2015, 01:16 PM
RE: Poets' Corner (Serious Poems)
Ferdinand

I don't need the world to change in your name
I don't need the skies to bring your rain
as you live your life in your will
I will share in your pain

I don't need the light to shine in my eyes
I don't need the fear to realize
as you live your life in your will
there is no need to disguise

What clever lies
what clever lies
what simple games that they play
all their lives
and all their lives
and all the times it gets in the way

I don't need the world to verify my love
I don't need the echo of thoughtless fools
I don't need the emptiness of their grace
I'll just take you and fuck the rules

They ain't got no call to speak to me
of redemption
When all they speak to me is of
their exception

I don't need the world to share in my conception
I don't need the world to share in its deception
I'll color this book in my own crayons
I'll scribble this place outside my own lines
In my faith the world plays on
and we come to completion in our own times

So many of them
just in it to win it
and my world
just better with you in it

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08-11-2015, 01:47 PM
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There is only one really serious philosophical question, and that is suicide. -Camus
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