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My cousin's husband has written a book of poetry. When I have the time I will find (I cannot remember where it is) and post some of the poems.

Hi Ghia

kat

ghia... i had a quick look before... it is interesting and definitely worth advertising [and in my case reminding]...

kat... yep.. good idea... as long as your cousin's name is credited it should be ...

all: any poetry related links from the collective site?!... i didn't have time to have a look but it's bound to have something methinks...


talk soon everyone...

loup

Reading poetry is another favourite of mine.
Heres a humorous one;
Speak roughly to your boy,
and beat him when he sneezes;
He only does it to annoy,
because he knows it teases,

I speak severely to my boy,
I beat him when he sneezes;
For he can thoroughly enjoy
The pepper when he pleases!

Lewis Carroll (1832-1898)

ghia the poem
'To His Coy Mistress'
was by Andrew Marvell

Had we but world enough,and time,
This coyness Lady,were no crime,
We would sit down and think which way
To walk and pass our long love's day.
Thou by the indian Gangs' side
Should rubies find;
I by the tide
Of Humber would complain,i would
Love you ten years before the flood,
and you should,if you please refuse,
Till the conversion of the jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires,and more slow;
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast;
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart;
For, lady,you deserve this state,
Nor would i love at lower rate.
But at my back i always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor,in my marble vault be sound,
My echoing song;then worms shall try
That long preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust;
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none,i think,do there embrace.
Now therefore,while the youthful hue
sits on your skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now,like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapt power
Let us roll our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Through the iron gates of life
though we cannot make our sun stand still,
yet we will make him run.

Who's going to love me?
now that your'e gone.
My days are so empty.
My nights are so long.
Who will dispell all my fears?
Who'll wipe away this endless stream of tears?
My heart lies broken,
too wounded to mend,
I've lost my lover,
my best friend.
The pain inside is too much to bear,
I'm sinking into a void of despair.
Your Atomic Kitten song,
plays in my head.
The words are so true,
I wish i was dead.
Lifes not wrth living,
without you by my side,
I want to run, I want to hide.
I love you so much,
I cant see this through.
Lifes not worth living,
not without you.

jen

everyone for your contributions...

the idea to get collective entries [with the names of those who contributed in the researchers credits box] out of the various contributions to the quotes section is still on...

i thought i would pop in and mention it, just in case...

talk soon...

loup

Here is are two favourite much loved poems I do not know the words for them as I have to order the book:
Author Robert Burns:
My love is like a red rose and You take the High Road and I take the Low Road.

katrine

Galactic Lovepoem..by Adrian Henri

Warm your feet at the sunset
Before we go to bed
Read your book by the light of Orion
With Sirus guarding your head
Then reach out and switch off the planets
We'll watch them go out one by one
You kiss me and tell me you love me
By the light of the last setting sun
We'll both be up early tomorrow
A new universe has begun

The window on darkness reflects all myselves
from the memories where old melancholy delves,
the ghosts of consequence fragment to deny
the catching flare of a wishing eye,
shallow masks, blurred & distorted, stretched & contorted,
The Fall of Mirrors, shards like scissors
that cut & slice to the core, making me less than I was before.
This is a Half-Life.

Fractions dividing, factions contriving
soft-footed ruin that destiny sent to me,
gravity failing to reel in the entropy,
slowly dissolving, truth unresolving.
The world too strong, too long, too much to belong. Just "too..."
A heaviness waiting, fear contemplating, without ... without "you".
& the sight of the views a beholder would choose
all lost in the echoes that tilt to a blind
eclipsing the kindness of so-called Mankind,
& the preying Mass looms to give me the bends,
twisting a life to a series of ends,
but never THE end, just decay,
like words you can never unsay
& the orphaned children of Enola Gay.
This is a Half-Life.

The star-filled sky, the nuance of night
now bathes in the bleach of a gaudy streetlight,
contrast reduced by polluting glare, foreshortening the depth of my stare.
Just one heavy breath, an icy heat-death,
a drowned consent of grubby mist,
clouding the truth that I- (I!) exist.
The principal exception that proves the lie,
laying down the law of the weighted die,
this stain of luck bleeds sore & lingers,
a present played by the past's long fingers,
dictating a power we never elect, an unconvincing special effect
in a manifesto of latex faces
collecting a call from alien places.
The telephone screeches, its white-noise then reaches
into my soul, taking bold cold control.
Amplifying silence, inflating ill time,
an eternity of a gestureless mime,
hollowing out the shell of my shock,
taking another chip off the block,
stealing me like a cunning crook
that leers through the eye of the duck.
This is a Half-Life.

Metallic senses, fake & obscene,
the rasping unease of an answer machine,
opacity in an ephemeral disguise
with a voice I no longer recognise.
& the muzak will play, a Half-Life you say?
Let it say, let it sing, let it but bring!
But the chorus before us is no longer on,
it consumes the verse till the song is gone
& pained by refrain you forget what I say
like sand through my hands you give it away
here, there & hence, at my own poor expense.
An infinite sum to charity;
Cultural Homogeny: what's in it for me?
A Half-Life, a Half-Life, then less.

A poem by Robert Burns

Answer to Clarinda

When first you saw Clarinda's charms
What raptures in your bosom grew!
Her heart was shut to love's alarms,
But then-you'd nothing else to do.-

Apollo oft had lent his harp
But now 'twas strung from Cupid's bow;
You sung, it reach'd Clarinda's heart,
She wish'd-you'd nothing else to do.-

Fair Venus smil'd, Minerva frown'd,
Cupid observ'd, the arrow flew:
Indifference (ere a week went round)
Shew'd-you'd had nothing else to do.-

kat

Another poem written by Robert Burns

Verses written on a window of the Inn at Carron

We cm'na here to view your works,
In hopes to be mair wise,
But only, lest we gang to hell,
It may be nae suprise:
But whan we tirl'd at your door,
Your porter dought na bear us;
Sae may, shou'd we to hell's yets came,
Your billy Satan stir us!

Kat

My Love Is Like A Red Rose

My love is like a red, red rose that's newly sprung in June,
My love is like a melody that's sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, so deep in love am I,
And I will love thee still, my dear till a' the seas gang dry;
Till a the seas gang dry, my dear, till a the seas gang dry, my dear, till a the seas gang dry,
And I will love thee still my dear, Till a the seas gang dry.

Till twere ten-thousand miles.
A' the seas gang dry, my dear and the rocks meets with the sun.
And I will love thee still, my dear, while the sands of life shall run.
But fair thee will my only love!
Oh fare thee well a while!
And I will come again my love tho twere ten thousand miles.
Tho twere ten thousand miles, my love, thou twere then thousand miles,
And I will come again, my love,
Tho' a' the seas gang dry.

kat

The next poem will be Loch Lomond

kat

Loch Lomond

Yon bonnie banks, and by yon bonnie braes where the shines bright on Loch Lomon.
Where me and my true love were ever won't to gae.
On the bonne, bonnie banks o' Loch Lo mon'.

Oh You take the high road, and I'll take the low road, An' be in Scotland a fore ye, But me and my ture love will never meet again on the bonnie bonnie banks o' Lomon.

Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen, On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomon', Where in purple hue, the hielan' hill weview, An' the moon comin out in the gloam in'.

The wee birdies sing, and the wild flowers spring,
While in sunshine the waters are sleepin',
But the broken heart it kens nae second spring again.
Tho' the waefu' may cease frae their greetin'

kat

LIFE

meet
greet
walk
talk
call
fall
say
stay
tarry
marry
live
give
die
sigh

wake
ache
pill
chill
laugh
joke
ill
still

IF ANYONE IS INTERESTED

remember Eddie Reader the singer from Fairground Attraction in the 80's...well she just released an album of songs...but they are all Robert Burns poetry!!! that should be very interesting!!lolpmp

hopefully something will be on the BBC site for us to see...



loup

oer!!! thank you Loup!!!!